Jon shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. His little dick still was hard, harder than he ever thought it could be. He tried to cross his legs and press down it to make it go away, but that didn't work. In fact, that only seemed to make it worse.
Thinking about ugly stuff, like his Mom in a bikini or the old cat lady down the street certainly didn't help either. It kind of got weird for a second with the thoughts of his mom because he swear he was going to explode. He was able to stop it, but those thoughts certainly weren't doing him any good.
And it didn't help that Natalie sat in front of him in this class either. The girl almost always wore a thong and would lean forward, letting him get a glimpse of it. Every single day. And today wasn't any different. She leaned forward to ask her friend a question and there it was, just peaking out.
Jon bit his lip and tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. The red fabric wrapped her perfect waist and dipped down out of sight into her skinny jeans. A few more drops seemed to escape, and this time, it felt even worse.
He quickly raised his hand, knowing he couldn't hold it in any longer. Whatever his wish did, he certainly would need to fix it.
Jon got permission, thankfully, and headed out into the hall with his bag. The stone was still there and he looked around for the nearest bathroom. Spotting it, he headed in.
No one was at the mirrors and a quick check of the stalls showed they were empty too. He plopped his backpack on the counter and removed the stone.
"I wish no one else would use this bathroom for at least the next ten minutes so I can masturbate."
Zoe received the message as she was in the middle of a group project. Danielle seemed a little better,or at she was able to now respond and walk on her, but she still hadn't put her panties back. Even without the stone's influence, she'd gotten Danielle to agree to go on a date, something she couldn't believe happened. She definitely was putting the stone to better use than Jon ever could.
She thought about his wish for a moment and then said, "Grant the wish by having Jon spurt almost a cup of cum into hands while in the bathroom. I wish that he will have the desire to drink all of it."
Jon put the stone back in his backpack as he undid his pants with his free hand. His little prick barely sprung forward as he tugged down his boxers.
He drove with both hands, crashing his fingers against each other as he tried to give himself a good tug. He was used to using both, but now, he settled for just his thumb and forefinger rolling running up and down it. He felt the pressure build and build quickly and it only took a few runs up and down.
Finally, he let out a groan, cumming hard into his hands. He bent forward at the sensation. He felt like he was releasing a gusher from his tiny guy. Somehow his fingers made a cup and that cup was filled with a large amount of white cream.
He stared at the cum. He certainly hadn't cum that much before, ever. He leaned forward, even as it dripped a bit out of his hands, to try and taste it. Before he could think about it, he had slurped all of it up.
A gooey, salty mixture filled his mouth and then all he could do was just swallow it. It slide down his throat, and he felt himself grow hard again.
