Caught In The Act (closed for CelticGodess)
Jim had heard the expression about ears burning, but now he actually felt heat radiating from his ears as he held his head in his hands.
He felt completely, hopelessly humiliated. Just two days ago, his life had been pretty good. He had recently turned 18, he was cruising through his last semester at City High, and he had already been accepted to the honors program at Capital State next fall. He wasn't one of the super-popular kids like the jocks and the cheerleaders, but he got along well with just about everyone at school. And he had been dating Lisa, his first girlfriend, for almost six months, and she was really cute and a lot of fun. They were both seniors and didn't have to worry much about schoolwork, so they hung out all the time.
Sometimes, when Jim dropped Lisa off after a date, her parents would already be asleep, and she would sneak him into her house to watch TV down in her basement. They would make out, and she would lay her body on top of his, kissing him deeply, moaning when his tongue pushed into her mouth. She would let him slide his hands down over her jeans and squeeze her tight bottom, and sometimes, she would let him reach under her shirt and bra and feel her bare breasts. His penis would rise, his erection straining against his jeans, and although they never talked about it, Jim knew Lisa could feel his hard-on pressing against her pelvis. He was in heaven.
But all that changed yesterday. Jim went over to Lisa's house after school, and she was the only one home. They made out in the basement for about twenty minutes, and then Lisa had to leave to go to soccer practice. She told Jim he could stay and play video games as long as he was gone before her mom got home at five o'clock. She kissed him and left him in her basement.
Jim had more than an hour to himself and he had an insistent, throbbing erection in his pants. Instead of playing video games, he walked up the basement stairs and down the hall to Lisa's room. Her computer was on, and Jim sat down and started surfing the web. He was still turned on from feeling Lisa's body pressed against his, and before long, he was browsing adult websites and watching porn videos. He found one he really liked -- a petite brunette on her knees, talking dirty to the camera as she stroked and sucked an anonymous cock. As Jim watched, he pulled his own dick out of his pants and started to stroke it, matching his hand movements to the brunette's.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Lisa walked in, saw him sitting at her desk, and froze with a horrified look on her face. She had forgotten her shin guards, and now she forgot them again, because there was Jim with his prick in his hand, jacking off to porn on her computer. She gasped and covered her face with her hands, then ran from the room. Jim was mortified. He jumped up and went after her, stuffing his penis back in his pants as he went. He saw Lisa disappear down the basement stairs and called after her -- "Lisa, wait!" -- but she ignored him. He started to walk down the stairs himself, but she screamed at him from below:
"Get OUT of my house, Jim. NOW! How could you do something so DISGUSTING? And in MY ROOM?!? Don't EVER talk to me again, Jim. GET OUT!"
Jim slunk out of Lisa's house and went home. He already felt guilty when he masturbated -- he had heard all the sermons at church about "gazing on a woman with lust in his heart" -- but now, he was distraught. Lisa was disgusted by him and she had just dumped him for jerking off in her bedroom. Jim couldn't really blame her. He was a pervert, a complete deviant. He wondered if he was going to hell.
The next day at school, things got even worse. It seemed like Lisa had told everyone she had caught Jim playing with himself. He could see the other kids staring at him when he walked by, snickering and pointing. One of the football players saw him in the hall and said loudly, "Hey there Jim! Or... should I call you Jack?" He was making a wanking motion with his hand. Everyone around him laughed. During lunch, when Jim was emptying his tray, one of the cheerleaders asked him if he was a big Michael Jackson fan, then said, "Well, I already know you like 'Beat It.'" More laughter. Jim almost just walked out of school, but something made him decide to stay. He didn't want to admit how humiliated he was.
That's why he was sitting in Miss Walters' English class, his last of the day, with his head in his hands. He didn't want to hear any more stupid masturbation jokes and he just wanted the bell to ring so he could go home. Normally, English was his favorite class -- Miss Walters was young and pretty and she loved great books just as much as he did. But today, he just sat there with his head down, counting the minutes until 2:55.
Jim had heard the expression about ears burning, but now he actually felt heat radiating from his ears as he held his head in his hands.
He felt completely, hopelessly humiliated. Just two days ago, his life had been pretty good. He had recently turned 18, he was cruising through his last semester at City High, and he had already been accepted to the honors program at Capital State next fall. He wasn't one of the super-popular kids like the jocks and the cheerleaders, but he got along well with just about everyone at school. And he had been dating Lisa, his first girlfriend, for almost six months, and she was really cute and a lot of fun. They were both seniors and didn't have to worry much about schoolwork, so they hung out all the time.
Sometimes, when Jim dropped Lisa off after a date, her parents would already be asleep, and she would sneak him into her house to watch TV down in her basement. They would make out, and she would lay her body on top of his, kissing him deeply, moaning when his tongue pushed into her mouth. She would let him slide his hands down over her jeans and squeeze her tight bottom, and sometimes, she would let him reach under her shirt and bra and feel her bare breasts. His penis would rise, his erection straining against his jeans, and although they never talked about it, Jim knew Lisa could feel his hard-on pressing against her pelvis. He was in heaven.
But all that changed yesterday. Jim went over to Lisa's house after school, and she was the only one home. They made out in the basement for about twenty minutes, and then Lisa had to leave to go to soccer practice. She told Jim he could stay and play video games as long as he was gone before her mom got home at five o'clock. She kissed him and left him in her basement.
Jim had more than an hour to himself and he had an insistent, throbbing erection in his pants. Instead of playing video games, he walked up the basement stairs and down the hall to Lisa's room. Her computer was on, and Jim sat down and started surfing the web. He was still turned on from feeling Lisa's body pressed against his, and before long, he was browsing adult websites and watching porn videos. He found one he really liked -- a petite brunette on her knees, talking dirty to the camera as she stroked and sucked an anonymous cock. As Jim watched, he pulled his own dick out of his pants and started to stroke it, matching his hand movements to the brunette's.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Lisa walked in, saw him sitting at her desk, and froze with a horrified look on her face. She had forgotten her shin guards, and now she forgot them again, because there was Jim with his prick in his hand, jacking off to porn on her computer. She gasped and covered her face with her hands, then ran from the room. Jim was mortified. He jumped up and went after her, stuffing his penis back in his pants as he went. He saw Lisa disappear down the basement stairs and called after her -- "Lisa, wait!" -- but she ignored him. He started to walk down the stairs himself, but she screamed at him from below:
"Get OUT of my house, Jim. NOW! How could you do something so DISGUSTING? And in MY ROOM?!? Don't EVER talk to me again, Jim. GET OUT!"
Jim slunk out of Lisa's house and went home. He already felt guilty when he masturbated -- he had heard all the sermons at church about "gazing on a woman with lust in his heart" -- but now, he was distraught. Lisa was disgusted by him and she had just dumped him for jerking off in her bedroom. Jim couldn't really blame her. He was a pervert, a complete deviant. He wondered if he was going to hell.
The next day at school, things got even worse. It seemed like Lisa had told everyone she had caught Jim playing with himself. He could see the other kids staring at him when he walked by, snickering and pointing. One of the football players saw him in the hall and said loudly, "Hey there Jim! Or... should I call you Jack?" He was making a wanking motion with his hand. Everyone around him laughed. During lunch, when Jim was emptying his tray, one of the cheerleaders asked him if he was a big Michael Jackson fan, then said, "Well, I already know you like 'Beat It.'" More laughter. Jim almost just walked out of school, but something made him decide to stay. He didn't want to admit how humiliated he was.
That's why he was sitting in Miss Walters' English class, his last of the day, with his head in his hands. He didn't want to hear any more stupid masturbation jokes and he just wanted the bell to ring so he could go home. Normally, English was his favorite class -- Miss Walters was young and pretty and she loved great books just as much as he did. But today, he just sat there with his head down, counting the minutes until 2:55.
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