They never once mentioned masturbation, so the idea that I might make myself have an orgasm never occurred to me. “Damn!” I exclaimed, then took a long drink of lemonade, not sure what to do and trying to play it cool. She held the door open. I’ve spent a lot of time investigating male ejaculate distance on the internet, hoping to find an explanation of that one explosive cum shot. It was Julia; it had to be. I’m bored. I blame my education. I couldn’t help but stare. My parents didn’t help. Take orgasms, for example. Let me give you a hand job.”
“Okay,” I shrugged, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. She squeezed her tits while she looked at me in my underwear. No one had ever played with my dick like this before, not even me. Hey Michael,” she said, tucking a lock of her shoulder-length black hair behind an ear. The offer’s still open.” She let go of her boobs and sat back. I turned to leave, and as I was walking down their front steps, I heard that flimsy screen door opening behind me.
