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Instead of being an off-white-colored, oily-looking seminal fluid with thicker globs of sperm floating around in it, Chris's semen flew out in very long, thick, almost-pure-white streamers. It almost had the consistency and the look of white cake frosting. And there was lots and lots of sperm. Chris must have ejaculated at least two or three times the amount of semen that I did during an orgasm. I was literally blown away by what I saw! It was as if Chris's dick-head had turned into a little "sperm-volcano." And I just shook my head, as the realization hit me that it was the same "gushing" dick-head that I had had in my mouth just two days ago, down in The Pit. By the way, it was very obvious to me--by the way that Chris was giggling away like a little girl, and by how his face had quickly turned red--that, despite his earlier outwardly-macho behavior, he was feeling just as embarrassed about letting me see his ejaculation, as I was earlier, about letting him see mine . After we were both finished cumming, we continued to play with each other's dicks for a little while, with each of us taking turns, as we were finger-rubbing some of our own freshly-ejaculated sperm all over the other person's dick-head. And while we were busy doing that, we talked to each other about what we had just done together, and about how exciting it was for us to jack off each other's dicks, instead of our own. Then we both went into the bathroom together, and took turns using a warm wet washcloth to gently wipe off and clean up our sticky genitals. We then rinsed out the same wet washcloth and took it back into the bedroom with us, so that we could use it to wipe up as much sperm as we could off of the carpet in my bedroom. Needless to say, my mother definitely would not have been pleased, if she would have come home from work to find dried-up sperm puddles and streaks all over the carpet, by the side of my bed. As Chris and I were both getting dressed, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me again the very next afternoon at my house, if that was okay with me. And of course, I told him that it was "okay with me"--which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to "grow" inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked. But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. 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But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't "do the trick" for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he had told that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own. 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