fuck it I’ll do one before I go to bed.
This is the story of me getting busted jerking it by a girl I liked in middle school.
So when I was in 8th grade I was jerking it as much as possible, whenever I could. Also, when I got home from school I had about 25 minutes before my mom got home with my brothers. Another wrinkle is Saved by the Bell would be on TV and that is what I would jerk it to ( I was a Lisa Turtle fan). When I would jerk it I would sit in this high backed gaming like rocking chair thing that sat on the floor. I could lean back in it just right for screen angle and arm angle for maximum jerking effect.
Now here’s the story. On the bus there was this girl Marsha. She had huge boobs and wore the shortest shorts. She lived a couple houses down from me. We would talk to each other and sometimes I would walk her to her house, before going back to mine to jerk it. It gets to the point where she would hold my hand and I would walk her, and she would give me a hug and Id hurry my ass home, with full boner and jerk it as soon as I got in my chair and SBTB on the TV,
One day at school I needed a math book because I forgot mine and asked Marsha if I could borrow hers. She says sure and I put it in my bag. On the bus after school, I forgot to give it back to her. I walk her to her house and she give me a hug and I hurry my ass home.
Once I am home I practically run into the house closing the door behind me. I drop trou put the TV on get in my chair and start hammering my peen. I would only jerk when the girls were on screen. I ain’t no fag.
So I’m jerkin and I hear a knock on the door. Problem was door wasn’t closed all the way and kinda opens. I look over and there’s Marsha coming back to get her math book. She sees me pants around ankles, dick in hand jerkin it to SBTB. Thank God she couldn’t see the TV because I am 100 percent positive it was a HEAVY AC Slater scene.
So she busts me jerkiin it and Im like, “Oh hey what’s up Marsha?” as I am pulling up my pants. shes like waiting outside but door is open and she says. "you still have my math book. I got up went to my bag and gave her the book. She smiled at me and said, “So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said, “yeah sure,”
She never mentioned it, and neither did I. But she did hold my hand the next day off the bus. It was my left hand, the hand I jerk with.
