Chap 3

I hurry and cover the erection in my pants. I can tell that I'm a blushing mess right now. My d*ick rubbing against my underwear because of the pressure I'm putting on it. Making me shiver and a slight m*oan comes out.

"Do you want me to get the coach?" Karla asks in a worried tone. Why is she so scared I need to ask her later.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." I get up to go to the bathroom. I'm in the bathroom looking to see if anyone is in side the stall. Lucky for me, no one was in the bathroom.

So I headed into a stall and started touching my hard light pink nip*ples and I start m*asturbing my twiching d*ick. I imagine him pining me on a bed and forcefully kissing me. And him pinching my nip*ples making them sore and red. He puts his **** up against mine and grinds me ~f~faster Eric~ I say out loud.

I can feel my a*sshole twitching and dripping wet. Prec*um dripping from my fingers I put two fingers I'm my a*sshole and start thr*usting the fingers in and out. I can feel my legs giving up, I think about his abs and MMMMHHH!!!!

I flop on the toilet and look at my c*um dripping from the side of the wall and from my fingers. My nip*ples hurt and sore because of how much I pinched them. I wash my hands, clean up my c*um, and hurry up out the bathroom.

I head out to see Karla by the bathroom. Eating a big juicy hot dog.

"Why are you eating a hot dog by the bathrooms?" I say, raising my eyebrows.

"I'm stress eating ok." she says with a pout.

"And why are you stressed out?" I say, looking at the hot dog that was actually a sausage.

"My brothers told me that if you hold your c*um for a long time, you can blow up." Karla looks at me with tears in her eyes.

"D-dont cry," I say, trying to comfort her. When Karla starts to cry, there's no stopping her. Why would her brothers tell her that crazy nonsense.

"Y-you didn't come out the bathroom for a long time," Karla looks at me up and down but mostly looks at my di*ck

"Can you please stop looking at my d*ick it's making me uncomfortable" I say while covering the middle of my pants

"I-i thought you were going to die, Matthew." Karla says while crying her eyes out and her voice cracking. And she's crying in my black hoodie, getting snot all over it.

"Gosh, you're such a kid," I say, patting her head. "Im not going to die you crazy girl,"

Karla takes a big sniff of snot back in her nose. "Can we go home together?" she looks up at me with her big pink bug eyes.

"Yea, let's go home, pinky."

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