We don't care about your circle jerk
Okay, let's talk about yours then...
Ah yes, the proverbial high school masturbation stories. Everybody's got one, in my case I have several. My first JO story centers around my three boarding school roomates. These three jokers were all from mexico city and they liked to lay in bed whacking off by holding the bases of their dick in their left hand and taking the palm of thier right and squishing the tip and moving the hand in a circular pattern all the while chanting MOLANIO MOLANIO! Which is spanish for stir. after they got good and hard they'd size each other up, like any of those three was going to miraculously grow overnight.
In addtion to this major pecadillo was the situation with the underwear. You see, they showered in them. They were so interested in showing thier cocks to each other but they would wear their sergio valentes into the shower. After these three jokers got done sudsing thier shit catchers they would leave them on the bedposts to dry. So one day I tied them all together and hung them out the window. Two days later my fruit of the loom tighty whiteys were on the end of the newly dubbed Molinio flag. Damn I wished I'd gone commando back then or at least bought some bikini briefs. But I made it through and the great underwear flag has survived to this day. a tribute to multi-cultural jacking and designer briefs.
