John was beginning to feel a familiar pressure in his loins as he left the cafeteria. He stopped by the bathroom on his way back to his locker. Positioning himself in front of a urinal, he unzipped his pants and and released his penis from inside. The urinal made a gentle ceramic ringing noise as he emptied his bladder.
Looking down between his legs, he couldn't help but appreciate the aesthetic beauty of his member. Somehow it looks even better than usual. His large foreskin framed the tip nicely, which peeked out only slightly as he aimed it at the urinal. John was so transfixed that he didn't immediately register when his bladder was empty. He stood there staring for a second before the sound of someone entering the washroom broke him from his stupor. He shook off his penis and tucked it back into his pants.
As he washed his hands, John took a moment to inspect his mouth. He hadn't had the opportunity to do so since that morning. His chin was caked with the liquid he had had for lunch, and there was a slick slime now seeping from the slit on his face. Slightly embarassed, he bent down to wash his face, peeling back the folds of his vulva to ensure there was no residual food between his lips. He found that the cold water of the sink helped him renew his focus.
It was nearly time for fourth period now. John attempted to wipe the water still clnging to his face, and went to his locker to get his gym clothes.
