When Jimmy left the kitchen, his intention was to rush to his room for a frantic frigging. But his cock was already starting to drip in his jeans and he was so hot he was about to cum spontaneously.

He figured that a quick hand-job was a good idea. With the immediate pressure off his cock, he could go to his bedroom in relative comfort and spend the rest of the morning beating the shit out of his prick.

Instead of mounting the stairs, he went past them and entered the television room farther down the ball.

Standing just inside the door, he opened his fly. His enormous cock jumped out like a coiled spring and bobbed up, angled before his flat belly.

He cupped his swollen balls in his left hand and folded his right hand around his cockshaft.

Grimacing, he began to jack off furiously. He was so worked up that it only took a few strokes before he surged to the crest. He felt his balls balloon in his left hand. Then his jism jetted up his cockstalk and came rocketing from his cockhead in a creamy geyser. His hand flew up and down and he shot off coming and going, creamy clouds of cum spraying all around him.

He came a lot, but quickly, the milky fluids draining off in a matter of moments. With his balls temporarily emptied, he swayed, dazed and unsteady, his legs shaky. He gave his prick a couple more strokes to make sure that he had milked it dry, shaking cum from the tip.

His prick softened slightly, turning from a rock-hard rod to a fat, meaty parabola. He grunted in satisfaction. That would do the job for the moment, although he figured he would have to shoot at least twice more before he was fully relaxed. But he would enjoy further self induced pleasure in the comfort of his bed, he decided.

Jimmy was just coming out from the television room when he saw his mother start up the stairs.