We Got Jizzed

Credit goes to whoever wrote “What a Great Game to Play,” but I changed Spunk to Jizz.

It was a weird day, friday. Surprisingly warm in the morning, then a cold front came in, so it was sleeting when we got out.

I ran to the bus, and huddled up on a seat by myself. Afraid to touch the cold metal side under the window, but hunched over like that.

I had no idea how some boys could take advantage of me until I got home, and my brother pointed it out.

“Is that what I think it Is?”

“What?” I had to take my jacket off to see it, but it didn’t look like bird poop. It ran down my back from a big splop and dried up.

“Jizz,” it turns out some freshman boys had this stupid bet to see how many girls they could get it on. That reminded me of this girl Heather I heard about last year, in middle school.

She passed out in the lunch room, and when she woke up, she had cum all over her legs under her skirt. Now, we’re in high school, but I guess the same boys were freshmen now, too.

She didn’t ride my bus, and I didn’t have her number, so I had to wait till Monday to talk to her about it. It was a long weekend, and I didn’t know wether to feel turned on, or sick.

So, I went back and forth between losing my appetite on Thanksgiving, and waking up covered in sweat. Only I had this wet dream about boners and balls hosing me down in jizm.

Nobody attached to them, just hanging in the air like dirty pictures on the boy’s room walls. Sometimes, the door was locked to the girl’s room, but there was nobody in the boy’s room. So, one time I had to go bad enough at the restaurant, I just went in, and locked the door.

There were all kinds of dirty words, and pictures, I tried to ignore them, but they were everywhere. Even on the mirror over the sink, someone wrote buttfucking faggit, and they even misspelled faggot.

So, I woke up hot, and wet, played with myself quietly, and fell back asleep. Dreaming about floating cocks, and bouncing balls, spraying cum all over me. At some point I fiddled off half asleep to keep the dream alive, I didn’t bother counting how many orgasms I got, so I woke up wrecked, tired, and sweaty, but my brother was in the shower.

I had to Jimmy the lock, but I put a towel on. When he got out, I held my fingers up under his nose, and asked, “Does this smell like pussy to You?”

He took my towel off to cover up his boner, and went to beat off while I took a shower. I held my face up in the water to imagine the cocks and balls again, but I was too satisfied, tired, and sore from masturbating all night to get turned on again.

He got me back in the hall. He held a washcloth up over my mouth, and asked “Does this smell like jizz to you?” I never smelled it fresh before, so I took it in my room. It was still warm, wet, and sticky. Here I was imagining it was runny like water, sweat, or piss?

“Huh!” I layed it out to dry, but I wouldn’t get a chance to show Heather that or my jacket nor track down the jizzy boys on my bus for a comple few more days…

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