Excess Juvie Juice

The story about the Soldier at Boot Camp reminds me how I was in some trouble once with some other kids, and ended up in a Juvie lockup a long way from home for two weeks at age 16.

 Every boy in the jail was under observation every minute of every hour. Some of the officers who watched us strip and shower were even women. So there was like almost no privacy ever.

 My grandparents picked me up when I was released. They brought one of my cousins along to keep me company while driving home. Or maybe in hopes the detention center would scare him and he would stay out of trouble. Anyway, we stopped at a motel that night. Grandparents in one room, cousin and me in another room.

I knew without a doubt that I was going to jack off as soon as I got in bed. Come hell or high water, I was going to spread out naked under the blanket and get my nuts off for the first time in two long weeks. I was totally stiff before ever getting in bed. I tried to wait for the cousin to go to sleep. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. I was so needy that I couldn't think straight. before ever making sure about him, I was already playing with my boner and feeling how hard it was. I tried to go slow but I couldn't control it and would speed up again and again. I got closer and closer to firing my load. My whole body was so horny that by then I didn't care about anything but furiously masturbating. I would try to go slow to keep the cousin from noticing anything. But a second later I would find my hand banging back and forth at 90 miles an hour. When the sensations of approaching an ejaculation started hitting me, it was like my dick was too hard to bear and my balls were sore and aching. I was going faster and faster. I got to the point where I didn't care a whit whether the other guy knew or not. I had to fire my rod, by damn, had to pump like mad. That was my only goal and no combination of people or circumstances would stop me. For a moment I stuck at that point where you're almost there and you're loving it but you can't stop and enjoy it. And then I ejaculated. I felt like I was having some kind of stroke. My whole crotch felt paralyzed and the stuff was zipping through my system in pulses.


And just like the soldier, I couldn't keep quiet. I knew I was making noise, kind of groaning over and over again and pounding myself like fury while I groaned. A bunch of loads shot out like fire from a rifle. I had such an awful backlog of cum until I could hardly bear the feeling of it blasting through my system. It was more cum than I'd ever shot before, one enormous load after another. When it was all over I felt real embarrassed because I suddenly saw that my cousin was going to town on his own dick.
He was a nice little dude and there he was, pounding himself under his covers. we never talked about it but I know it was my insane jacking of two-weeks-worth of cum that set him off that night.