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Curing My Ill

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 17 Jun 2003 1 comments
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by Adrian Every two minutes I would have to go to the bathroom to release the burning in my penis from a urinary infection that just hit me in the afternoon at school. I had been in and out of the bathroom five times during break and my calculus class was about to start. I went to class and sat down. I tried to consentrate but the sensation kept pressing on. I wanted to leave but had left that class yesterday for the same reason. Being to afraid to explain the situation to my teacher I just went to the bathroom. I emitted what little urine had built up, but I needed a solution. I decided to masturbate to line my urethra with semen. I thought that it might prevent the urine from burning my penis. I was all alone and was masturbating infront of a urinal. I was in a deep rythm, nothing could stop me. Nothing did, I was surprised, even when someone came through the door. I feel that I am a good member of society; I try hard, I'm subservient, and I am successful, so anyone who sees me masturbating has no right to judge me. Not having any idea who it was still, I kept masturbating even when I heard them stop behind me. I knew that their mind was racing with what I was doing. As I continued, more as an act now. (I couldn't stop. If I stopped I would have to do something, and then I would have to turn around and look this person in the eyes. I just kept going.) This person came up behind me, pressed his pelvis into my ass and his chest into my back. He moved his hands on to my thighs near my penis and massaged them. He was wearing a hemp bracelet with colorful beads and had a slight tan. When I recognized that this person was arroused by what I was doing, I turned my head to the right slightly, to get a glimse of this him. In my quick look I didn't see his face but I remembered him by his hair met his ears. It was Daina, the sexiest gay guy at our school. He is in the closet and has people guessing, but he has always been quit obviously gay to me. When I recognized who it was, I remembered him wearing the bracelet in the halls. The bracelet and the hands then took my penis and began to move my foreskin back and forth. The feeling that he gave me was much different than one gives themself, it was eery to have this done. He then put his right hand and arm around my stomch, pressing his pelvis closer to me ass and his chest closer to my back while his left hand kept stimulating my penis with deep thrusts in and out. My head began to swerve in dizziness as I was about to ejaculate. I tensed up and he pressed his right hand harder into my stomach. He panted in my ear as his hand moved with emotion. As I ejaculated, he tried to catch as much semen in his left hand as possible. When I was done, he put his hand under my shirt and smeared my cum on to my stomach and chest. I stood there for five seconds while my penis pulsated with energy. Before I could think to turn around, he left. He didn't use the restroom, I didn't get to touch him, I didn't get to look at his face. He wanted to make a good event have a suave ending. I know who it was, so now I can surprise him.