I didn't want to go to school. It was a really nice day outside, and I stayed up a bit late. I just didn't want to go. Luckily, I have some pretty laid back parents. They knew school sucked at times, and I was a good student (in my final year). S so when I said...
"Mum, I don't want to go to school today."
"Have you got a test, any assignments due?"
"No. I just don't feel like going."
"Oh wow great excuse r-tard", taunted Sarah.
"Shut it Sarah!"
"Children please. If you don't have any tests, you can stay home on the proviso you clean the kitchen, your room and vacuum."
"Maybe I want to go to school then?"
"Your university classes are too important to miss Sarah. Kyle, the decision is yours, I'm off to work."
"And, unlike someone I know, I'm going to school!"
And that was it. Mum and sis left and I decided to stay at home. Although I wasn't keen on cleaning, I sort of... well ya see.. I was 18 ok. 18 and single. I was... you know... hanging out for some time with myself and Mrs Palmer. It didn't take long to straighten up my room, I'm normally pretty neat anyhow. The kitchen was, you know, a kitchen. And I did a half assed job vacuuming so I had the whole thing down by lunch.
It was at this point, though I didn't know it at the time, that I'd do something that would change the course of my life. My friend, Ryan, had an elder brother Sam. Sam used to tell us all sorts of amazing stories about girls he slept with. I didn't know if any of it was true, I just liked the fact he had a massive porno collection. Spindles of burnt DVDs of everything you can't imagine. However just two days earlier, Sam was talking about some drugs.
"Hey bro what are these?" Ryan asked as he picked up some pills.
"Hey put that the fuck down dude that shit's expensive."
"What is it?" I asked, as Sam wrestled with Ryan to get his drugs back.
"It's called V10, it's some new super drug like Viagra, only way more powerful. Gives you a stiffy for ages, chicks dig it apparently."
"Apparently?" I asked, confused by his choice of words.
"Yeah well, to be perfectly honest I've not tried it yet. I've been waiting to try it with Julie but I can never find the time."
"I bet that shit don't do nothing. Sam you bought smarties!"
"Shut the fuck up dude. The guy I got it off is legit."
Insert sibling argument, punch up thingy here. Whilst those two were fucking around, I managed to sneak me 2 pills. It was the reason I didn't go to school today.
And so, it was lunchtime. I'd just watched the lunch time news and got a boner over the weather chick. I figured it was a good 4 hours 'til Sarah got home from university (which she still called school for some crazy reason). I sat there, in front of the TV with the curtains all pulled and looked at the pills. I'd never taken drugs before and I was a little scared. At the same time, a boner that lasts for such a long time... when would I ever get this opportunity again.
I took both the pills. I already had an erection so I figured why waste any time. I flicked over the channels and caught Daisy Fuentes flogging some exercise gym thingy. That'd do me. Quick as a flash I had my pants down and was going full slather.
Nothing felt different, until I started reaching the 'end'. I felt ready, I felt like it was going to happen. My orgasm was coming. But it didn't.
Nothing.
I was sitting on the brink without release. I hadn't cum. I felt like I was about to, heck I was even making that silly face and my legs got all tense, but couldn't go over the edge. So I did the only thing I could. I kept beating off. Harder, faster, quicker. Oh it felt great. It felt like I was about to cum with the force of the Guns of the Navarone, but all I got was a big fat nothing.
I stopped. I had to, I was about to have a heart attack. I was sitting there panting, sweating with this big fat boner staring me in the face. As I calmed down I thought about where to go from here. I've had this sort of thing happen before, a boner that wouldn't go away. It normally happened when I'd been wanking hard a few times in one day though, and not the first time in a few days! Regardless, the only cure, from previous experience, was to get more into it. I decided it was time to start bringing out the big guns.
I jumped down under the TV and started flicking through the DVDs. Not boob spectacular movies like Dead or Alive no, I needed the real hardcore shit. Sarah's swimming meet 2008
Ok so I had a thing for my sister. Don't roll your eyes at me! She's fucking hot. At first I went through all the "oh this is icky and wrong" bullshit that you're probably all thinking now but these days, I can live with it. She's a fucking honey and when she's not being a bitch she can be really quite nice. She's got the perfect swimmers body; that is, without getting those man shoulders.
Quite a little aqua dynamic hourglass figure. Seeing her in a 1 piece, so tight (to squish her tits in and create less drag) that her nipples are as clear as day. The way that her swimsuit was cut to make it look like her legs when up to her armpits. Oh man....
Fap fap fap fap. Damn she's hot, but still no orgasm. I sat there for god knows how long, beating off to her (and all her delicious swimming friends). So many honeys with pokie nipples. So much raw sex appeal it'd get a 90 year old off, but alas, not me, not that day. I was getting stressed, and to be honest, my arms (I had switched a few times) were getting tired from all the vigorous pumping. I decided the next step was the internet, for 2 reasons. I wanted some hardcore porn, I didn't care what. Fisting, vaginal pumping, BDSM, anal, squirting, watersports, whatever. ANYTHING to help me.
But before that I wanted to look this V10 up. I wanted to find out what I had taken and how long it would last. In retrospect, I really should've done that first.
All I found, besides the technical mumbo jumbo, was site after site of case studies where V10 had gone bad. Permanent erections caused tissue failure, diesel dick, they called it. Where, in bad cases, the dick might even die off. DIE OFF! Jesus fuck! Emasculation due to permanent stiffy! Oh man, if I ever had a reason to beat off, I'd found it.
I started whacking it like my life depended on it, and as far as I was concerned, it did. I must have spent a good 30 minutes straight going full pelt, and even now, after all this time and all these near misses. Still nothing. My dick was now starting to look like a kid's knee after a bike accident. Red raw, and blazing hot. I was saturated in sweat and I basically needed to calm it all down. I decided a cool shower might help, if nothing else than to relieve my red hot penis, and I figured a shower wank might be of benefit.
By the time I hit the shower I was so exhausted wanking wasn't even a thought. But after I stepped out, and I looked down and saw Mr Popsicle staring back, I knew this was still the calm before the storm. I sat on the toilet and, since my right arm was still pretty tired, took to beating off, again, with my left. Fap fap fap. My mind was awash with weather girls, Sarah, hot teens in swimsuits, and fisting videos. I tried to focus on it all and kept going at it, I was zoning. So much so that when I heard the voice yell out "Oh fuck" I wasn't entirely sure it was real.
It was.
It was the sound of Sarah catching me, butt naked jerking off sitting on the toilet.
"Oh fuck" she yelped as she turned and made a bee-line for the door.
"WAIT!" I yelled out.
Now, I don't know what I thought I was going to do. In the state of mind, state of panic, I found myself in at that time I wanted Sarah there for moral support. Well that and, if nothing else, I needed her to know that this was a serious wank I was having. It was a medical procedure.
"WAIT!" I jumped and ran past her slamming the door shut. I managed to grab a towel and badly hide my naked form.
"You've got the help me!"
