During the time when the pastor’s daughter and I were jerking off in front of each other, me and a friend from school got an invite from a guy we knew to spend a long weekend at the guy’s family’s cabin on Bowen Island. We almost turned the invite down because it was such a hassle to get to the ferry terminal in Horseshoe Bay where you caught the boat to Bowen. Was I glad I didn’t!
The people who’d been invited set up tents and the host took us over to some other cabins where some people from Burnaby hung out. They were a pretty good bunch and there was even two good-looking girls among their number. One, Julie, was quite nice, but the other, Laura, was a really stuck-up bitch. Everybody had a barbecue and then drifted off to have a few beers. My friend and I found ourselves at Julie’s family’s cabin where he desperately tried to put the moves on her. I would have left, but Julie kept asking me to stick around-I think she felt a bit pressured by my friend.
Laura came into the cabin and talked a bit to Julie. Then she said, “I’m going to bed,” and, looking straight at me, added, “you can come too if you want.” Thanking my lucky stars, I followed Laura into the bedroom she was staying in. She told me we weren’t going to fuck, but we could get each other off by hand. We laid down on her sleeping bag and started some clumsy necking. After a few minutes, she got up and stripped down to her panties-they we’re semi-transparent and she had a massive bush going on down there. She came back down and guided my hand to her crotch and said, “Do it!” Sucking on her hard nipples, I got my fingers into her panties and started stroking her cuntlips. Her wetness was exciting, but she wanted to get off quick and moved my fingers to her clit. It didn’t take long before she came with a loud moan. I pulled my pants and underwear down, releasing my thick, curved cock into the night air.
Then Laura said, “I’m not jerking you off. You turn on the light and do it in front of me, though.” I was understandably annoyed, but turned on the light. While Laura lay on the top of her sleeping bag, I stood in front of her and started whacking off my throbbing cock. I stopped myself from cumming a couple of times, but the slickness afforded by my dripping pre-cum meant resistance was futile. I rubbed my balls and ejaculated fiercely.
Seemingly endless ropes of thick, white cum spurted out of my cock and creamed her belly and titties. I must admit I left her a right mess and drained my final drops onto her sleeping bag. Since she’d been such a bitch, I left the light on as I departed, making a point of zipping up and doing up my belt as I re-entered the living room where my friend and Julie were still talking.
A few years later I was at a Cheech and Chong show at UBC, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was one of the guys from the Burnaby crew and Laura was with them. I said hey to them, but she refused to look at my smirking face.
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