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If you haven’t been following along you NEED to go back to the start of this story before you read on.
Otherwise it just won’t make sense.
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If you don’t go, I’ll be very disappointed in you, because you’ll be ruining the effect of the whole thing for yourself!

In fact, even if you HAVE been following along, you might enjoy going back and re-reading the past sections of this story that I’ve posted, since it really was meant to be read as a whole.

Once again The S Spot is pleased to present you with a story written by a good friend of mine irl, JD:
I give you, the final segment of The Best Friend!

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And then it happens. After hours of trying not to, of trying to hold it in, of burying my dick in her thighs and dreaming about fucking, of her groping me in her sleep, I cum. My instinct is to shout out but I gasp repeatedly instead, trying desperately not to scream aloud. I cum. And I don’t just mean that I cum, I mean, I cum!

Squirt after squirt flies out of my penis, and with each squirt, the angle and direction of my dick shifts. I hit her eye, my stomach, her belly. I shoot jizz all over her naked tit, all over her hand, and all over our pillows and sheets. I even have to lean my head back during the worst of it, so I don’t get it all over my own face, although I do hit my nose. Hours of being fully turned on leads to a huge build up of cum, and I shoot it all over the both of us.

And there, at the height of my ecstasy, what a perfect time for her to wake up.

She yawns lazily and stretches. There’s jizz on her lips. She pulls her hands to her face to rub her eyes, but as soon as she starts to rub her eyes the abundance of semen all over her eyes and hands becomes dead obvious.

“Oh what the fuck?!” she exclaims and she jerks her hands back from her face. She starts to use her arm to try and rub whatever it is in her eyes, off her face. But I got her arm too, and so she just smears more of it across herself.

“What the fuck?!” she repeats louder this time. She starts spitting, trying to get the cum away from her mouth. She shoves her head in the blankets, looking for a dry spot, to wipe her face off. It takes her a minute to find an unsoiled piece of cloth, but she eventually finds some.

She’s standing up now, wiping cum off her face.

Her tit is still hanging out of her shirt. My horny teenage self is still looking between her and her damned teasing tit. The situation is fucked.

I stand up to try and reassure her or explain myself.

In the confusion, I forget to tuck my penis back into my pants.

She drops the blanket and opens her eyes, “What the hell was… oh my god, why is your dick out?”

I don’t know the polite way to say that I jizzed all over you from a nocturnal hand job.

She gives me a grossed out look and leans back a bit.

“Uh… your… thingy is out!” she repeats.

I look down and see my cock is still peaking out of my boxers. Still erect. Like an eager little turtle peaking out of his shell, aching for more.

That’s when she notices her breast is showing. She throws a hand up over it out of embarrassment. But quickly the look of embarrassment turns to that of realization, anger, and disgust.

“Oh my god!” she exclaims.

The hand hiding her tit feels the cum on her boob. She looks down at herself and realizes what it is that’s covering us both. We look like we’ve both been slimed by a horny ghost.

“OH… MY… GOD!” she yells. “How could you?!”

“I uh…”

“No really! Physically, how could you?! This much?! THIS MUCH?!”

What could I say?

“I’m a teenage boy,” I shrug.

“OH MY GOOOOOD!” she yells again as she turns and runs upstairs.

I can hear her screaming and gasping as she runs upstairs. I’m left downstairs, alone, covered in my own juice. I look down at my still erect penis and all I can think is, “How in the hell am I still ready to go again?”

God, high school is awkward times…

The true test of a friendship is whether you’re still friends after you cum all over her. Believe it or not, I actually stayed friends with Ash after we finally got a chance to talk. After I finally got a chance to explain to her what happened. Well, the censored version. I left out all that stuff about my dick going between her legs or the hand job. In the version she got, I just had a wet dream about a girl in our class.

I think it was an eye-opening experience for Ash. In fact, the metaphor of her opening her eyes to find they’re covered in cum kind of fits. It made us both realize why guys and girls need a bit space, even if they are best friends.

Guys and girls can be friends. They can be good friends. They can be close friends. They can have connections and share, and enjoy time together and open up to one another. They can be physically and emotionally comfortable and connected. But everyone needs to remember that no matter how aware a guy is of the fact that a girl is a friend and only a friend, his penis will never learn. No matter how platonic a relationship with a girl is, if they get too close us, eventually, we’ll just cum all over them.

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