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My story.
As soon as the bell rings to announce the end of the period, I rush to the nearest restroom. Sweating and panting. I shoved everyone in my way with strength I did not know I even had. I just could not take it anymore. I needed this. I needed it bad.
I enter the restroom, dripping in sweat. I could smell myself. It wasn't a good smell. I didn't care. I entered the stall closest to the back of the restroom. It was always the cleanest. No one's shit or piss strewn across the stall for some strange reason and no graffiti.
I locked the stall door. I took a seat on the toilet. Catching my breath. I needed this. I did not want to be late for class, so this would have to be quick. Just this one to get me through the day. I promise, mother. I swear, mother.
I unbuckled my belt, unbuttended my jeans, unzipped my jeans, and finally pulled down my underwear. Doing these things felt like it took forever. In reality, it took me less than 10 seconds. If anyone got curious, it would look like I was taking a shit. I gripped my throbbing cock. Oh god, I haven't even started and the pleasure is intense.
Just this once more, mother. I promise. I begun stroking. Slowly at first, then faster. And faster. And faster. The pleasure I was feeling became more amazing as I continued increasing my speed. I began moaning. I didn't care if anyone heard.
They wouldn't understand, unless they had experienced the pleasure. I was almost finished. I would be late, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was pleasing myself. Finally, I ejaculated. The orgasm that occured brought me pleasure of which I could not explain in words.
Unfortunately, as always, it is always short-lived. I became saddened. I became so sad that I cried. I was not sad that I was tardy. I was not sad that the pleasure was gone. I was sad because I had succumb to my god-forsaken addiction. An addiction that always won. There was no escape. Resistance was futile.
I cried until my semen had dried up.