[Fiction] Too Soon

[Sex Speed Runner]

This is an idea for a story i had a while back now and started to write, if you guys like it please let me know you want more.

Part 1

Shutting the door firmly behind him, Jarrod jumped onto his bed, reaching for his laptop. After waiting all day at high school to knock one off, he would finally have his chance. His tea wasn’t for another few hours, so he opened his drawer, grabbed his bottle of lotion and a pair of older boxers to wipe up the mess. Logging onto his laptop he switched to incognito mode, before trawling through pornhub to find something to jerk off to. He particularly liked stepsister porn, he had no siblings of his own, but imagined how much fun he could have if he did, not blood related of course. Eventually he settled on a video, where the brother walks in on the girl in the shower and joins in ‘to save water’. You know how it goes from there. He Pulled his black Nike jumper from over his head, tossing it onto the floor, followed by his grey joggers and boxers, already damp from precum. The girls at school joined the boys for PE today, and the tight shorts sent Jarrod’s imagination wild. As the video played in the background, he took his hard, 5-inch penis in his hand. He never felt embarrassed by his size, feeling like it was a good average, after all, he had bigger problems to worry about… The added lotion meant his fingers slid effortlessly from his uncircumcised head to his balls, coated in a trimmed layer of pubic hair. By now the video had just shown the sister for the first time, her right breast ‘accidentally’ peeking round the shower curtain. This brief glimpse was enough to send a warm stream of cum shooting up Jarrod’s chest. It covered from his naval up to nipples. He wasn’t incredibly toned, but he had a slim, athletic build, showing a hint of a six pack. No sooner had the video started, Jarrod’s balls had been drained, this was the bigger problem!

Having started masturbating much earlier in his time at high school, around 11/12, the now 16-year-old suffered from premature ejaculation. This hadn’t always been the case, but as he progressed through puberty the time it took to cum fell and fell fast. He’d rarely last a minute, usually just reaching the 30 second mark, which left a lot of worry in his mind. What would happen when he eventually found a girl, surely she wouldn’t be satisfied within 30 seconds? Soon this hypothetical problem would become all too real for Jarrod. He started talking to Lauren in his Chemistry class. I guess you could say they had a bond or too, as they became close over a few weeks. Each night after school, Jarrod would go home to fantasize about her slender body. Standing at 5’5” she, had C cup breast and a small, but firm arse. Once he’d bust a load over himself, he’d sit there imagine running his hands through her brown hair, whilst she wrapped herself around him after he made sweet, sweet love to her. Of course, in these fantasies he would last longer than half a minute. This worried Jarrod, his relationship with Lauren was growing faster than he imagined, and sooner rather than later he may find himself in a dangerous situation.

Over the next few days, he frantically searched for methods to last longer in bed. He tried everything from Kegels to edging to strange remedies made from different herbs dating back to ancient times. One ad that took Jarrod’s interest was a summer camp in near him. He’d never heard of it before; it was never mentioned at school and his friends hadn’t shown an interest in going. It said it was designed to hep young ‘men’ between the ages of 16 and 18 struggling from different sexual issues. These ranged from premature ejaculation to porn addictions, but by the time summer comes along it will be too late for Jarrod. After each method he would time himself to the same video from before, to see if they made a difference in how long he lasted, but as expected, none of it worked. This frustrated Jarrod, but there was nothing he could do but continue to look for an answer, other than seeking real medical advice, but he couldn’t even imagine how embarrassed he would feel if his mum found out.

After two weeks of searching, he let his heavy head hit his pillow. He was exhausted, and his dick was raw from the daily abuse it received. He felt as though he had run out of time, tomorrow would be his first date with Lauren, he felt mixed emotions about what would happen. They were only going to a small café down the road, but he couldn’t trust himself not to mess up. As his eyes shut his mind raced through countless scenarios. No matter how unrealistic they may seem, Jarrod dreamt them. What if someone held us at gunpoint and forced him to have sex with her? What if she wanted to give him a hand under the table? What if he accidentally came and it showed through his trousers? Thousands of thoughts flooded his brain until the morning came, as had Jarrod through the night. The idea of any of those things, despite how embarrassing they may be, turned him on, at least to the point where he shot a load into his boxers as his alarm blared. He let out a deep sigh before cleaning what cum remained with his boxers. It had leaked onto the sheets, so he stripped his bedding and through it in the wash. Due to meet Lauren at 11, he had a shower and got ready, paranoid from his dreams he considered a second pair of underwear, to avoid any leakage if he did cum. Eventually, he dropped the idea, and after scrubbing the dry remains of jizz from his torso, he dried off and pulled on some fresh clothes. A few sprays of aftershave and he felt as ready as he was gonna be.

Lauren lived on the way to the café, so Jarrod made his way there picking her up at her house. The walk only took 20 minutes, and the couple sat down at a table in the window. Lauren opted for a chair whilst Jarrod took the bench seat. Browsing the menu, they decided on drinks and Lauren opted to go order them as she was closest to the bar. Jarrod took this opportunity to readjust as the sight of her in a short tennis skirt brought him to the edge. Just the slight touch of his own hand made cum rush into his shaft. He held it back and to his delight managed to refrain from ruining a second pair of boxers in one day. After returning with he drinks the pair got chatting. The date was going really well, as they ordered cakes along side another round of drinks. As they laughed and joked, Jarrod carelessly knocked over a flower vase sat on the table. It didn’t smash but water streamed over the edge, and over his crotch. Rushing to grab some paper towels, Lauren got up. As she returned, she joined him on the bench seat, mopping up as much water as she could, she noticed a patch next to Jarrod’s zipper, and without hesitating grabbed one of the dry towels and began to dab the area. Little did she know beneath the denim of his jeans his hard dick was ready to burst. Jarrod felt her put pressure right on his shaft and knew if he didn’t get out of the situation soon, there was going to be a messy ending.
‘How about I go clean up in the toilets?’ He suggested, standing up and giving no time for Lauren to reply before he disappeared into the men’s room. He locked himself in a cubicle and dropped his jeans. As his dick flung up so did an explosion of jizz, coating the wall of the toilet. Still desperate to release even more he took his penis in his left hand and stroked out the last few streaks of cum. Somehow, he managed to avoid total disaster. He grabbed some toilet roll and wiped down the cubicle to flush away and remains of what just happened. Before returning to Lauren, he washed his hands, and tried to dry his crotch using the hand drier. It slightly improved the situation, so he walked back into the café. To his surprise, Lauren was stood waiting for him by the bathroom door.
‘Hey?’ he said confused
‘You all good now?’ she replied
‘Oh yeah, I just let it run under the drier a little, helped a bit I guess’
‘That’s good’ she nodded towards the door, ‘I thought we might as well leave now, we’d finished our drink and it’s already been nearly three hours. I’ve already paid, I hope you don’t mind’
‘Oh no… no worries… I’ll give you some cash on Monday?’
‘That sounds like a plan!’

They left the café, Jarrod apologising to the owner as they walked through the door. Slowly the pair walked home. It took them nearly twice as long as id did to get there. Once they reached the end of Lauren’s drive, they stopped and turned to each other.
‘You know I had fun today’ She admitted
‘Yeah, I did too, we should do it again some time’ Jarrod replied
‘How about next week, maybe you could come round mine?’ suggested Lauren ‘My parents are out for the day, and I have Mario kart?’
‘Yeah, that sounds good, I’ll see you then’
The pair leaned in for a goodbye hug, and Jarrod felt his cock throbbing once again. He had only come moments ago, there had to be something wrong. As the hug broke up Lauren looked down. Immediately Jarrod worried she would notice he’s hard, they had only been on one date, and it was just a hug. What if she saw him as a creep?
‘Silly you…’ She giggled
‘Huh?’
‘You have icing on your shirt!’ She reached forward and wiped it with her index finger. She put it in her mouth and swallowed. ‘MMM… Salted caramels my favourite!’ She exclaimed ‘Any way, see you on Monday!’ She turned and merrily skipped down her drive to her front door. Jarrod turned to walk home and that’s when he remembered, hr had carrot cake. Why would the icing taste like salted caramel? What if it wasn’t icing? OMG! It must have been jizz from when it shot all over the cubicle. Some of it must have landed on his t-shirt! The though of a girl tasting his cum made him even harder, despite the circumstances. He began to run home; did she really think it was icing? Halfway back he could feel himself building up once more, as his jeans rubbed against his dick. He had no other choice but to detour through the park. He knew he would be alone in the trees at the back, there he would be safe to cum. Once behind the cover of a large oak, he dropped his jeans for the second time and aggressively jerked off. It wasn’t long before a third load launched itself to the ground. Jarrod quietly moaned as he slowed his movements. He hated the fact he came so easily, but boy did it feel good when he did. As the moment of euphoria settled, he grabbed a leaf to wipe the white goo from his hand but seeing the streaks on his hand he thought to himself, does this really taste like icing. Lifting his hand to his mouth he scooped a drop with his tongue, before spitting it straight back out. The answer was a clear and simple NO! After wiping his hand clean, he pulled his pants back up and finally made it home. Jarrod lay back on his bed and let out a sigh of relief. Somehow, he managed to avoid any incidents, but then it struck him. Next weekend… Him, Lauren ALONE! He had no time to rest, in the next week he had to come up with a solution to his problem, or he could be in big trouble.