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My floor rattled at the bang of my bedroom door, my parents probably yelled something at me, and my hard throbbing cocks where arguing with each other about who should get attention in my far to tight briefs. Every step was torture because they would rub each other and my underwear, soaking it further. I can't count how many whimpers I held back. I threw my backpack against my bed, so heavy with high school textbooks and the shark anatomy pamphlet I got in health class that the thud usually made my parents yell some more. I ran to my closet, my shorts and shirt sliding off my blue and cream skin. My closet held the key to my salvation, a bottle of warming lubricant. My claw-less hands were quick to work around the boxes at the top of my closet for the buried treasure that lay hidden well enough that my parents hadn't found it yet. My cocks were still angry and drooling pre down to the slit they came out of and down my smooth, swimmer's legs. The moment my hand clasped around the plastic bottle I was yanking it back to me faster than I would have if it had been a hot stove. In some sense that little bottle was.

I kicked my backpack over, a moan of lust escaping my two rows of teeth loud enough that anyone outside my door could hear. I did lock my door right? The thought flew through my head in my rush, and sitting back against my headboard where my dorsal fin wouldn't get hurt I popped the cap of the bottle off with shaking fingers for what was to come. I tore my briefs open, the tear running down one side of the leg, and threw them away like the worthless clothe they were made from. I grabbed both of my cocks with one hand and poured enough lube on them for both of them to fit down any tight hole if I had been lucky enough for anyone to stuff them in. As I didn't have anyone, I just rubbed my hand up and down and twisted it to rub my needy dicks against each other. The was another bang as the near empty bottle smacked the door to my closet, not as loud as the others.

With a new hand freed I rubbed the heads of my members together while my other hand pumped and grinded them into frotting with each other. The tingling was quick to spread from the lube, and it spread like fire on oil, it even felt like that. My cocks were burning in pleasure as my hands simulated a tight hole while the lube gave them wet and warmth. The heads of my cocks rolled back and forth against my lubed palms, making them super-sensitive to the touch, and I squeezed down on one of the heads. I threw my head back and bit back a thundering moan. I could barely touch the cockheads anymore, like each touch brought me instantly to the edge of orgasm and left me tempted to touch again while wanting to savor the feelings they caused.

I removed my hands completely. My dicks bouncing to the pulses of my heartbeat, and my lungs burning for air. If my parents hadn't been at home I would have rode that wave of pleasure to my climax in seconds, and I may not have realized it but I wanted this to last as long as possible. I gabbed a member in each hand and clamped down. The pool of pre gathering on my bedsheets and covering my balls was about to double in size from it. The lube had made it feel twice as good as before, it's slickness letting my members move a little as I made fists around them and the warming tingles sent shock waves of new lust up my spine. I bit my tongue so hard it bled a little, but I didn't notice my instincts kicking in thinking it was blood in the water.

One of my hands began pumping on its rod, the other soon followed when it had reached the sensitive head on my throbbing meat. Inversely synchronized, my hands rode my dicks in much the same motion my feet used to pedal my bike, milking out more of my fluids with each pass and the cool air feeling like ice on the burning cock-flesh. The lube made my hands glide smoothly along my members and every time they got the the tip of one of my cocks it would send waves of pleasure down my spine. I was not sure how much noise I was making, but I didn't care this was heaven and I planned to enjoy it. The pre leaking down form the slits at the top of my rods flowed down constantly, and my balls were tensing as they supplied more.

I took one of my hands off of a dick and squeezed my balls gently, they almost slid out of my grasp because of how slippery they were. Because my hand was still covered in the warming lube my balls soon began to tingle like my dicks, the warmth gripping them and making them hang looser. I massaged them my rolling them in my palm and grabbing them and stroking like they were another rod of meat that I could cum out of. My head was relaxing against the wall, my maw open with my tongue limply hanging out in lust, and my eyes cloudy and glazed over. I gripped the skin between my nuts rubbed around my testicles to tease them before enclosing them in my warm hand again, I rubbed underneath them where they connected to my taint, and I growled deeply when I moved my hand back to my neglected second member that throbbed in need.

My hands squeezed the bases of my cocks and slowly pulled upward, drawing out more pre than there was warming lube on my cocks. I was close to orgasm, so I slowly teased my members to ride along the edge of my climax. Fingers massaged the heads gently while the pair of thumbs rubbed along the upper side. Then I cupped the cockheads into the palm of my hand and rolled my hand around, the pre collecting on my palm. I almost wished I had left the lube off so I could suck my juices off my hands, but the tingling sensation was more than enough justification. My balls continuously tried to snuggle up close to my pelvis, my rods of shark-meat fought bitterly for more attention, and my breaths grew into short panting motions.

I wouldn't last long this way, I never could. Giving in was just so appealing. I grabbed each one with a hand and pumped away furiously at them, squishing them in my grasp. In the moment of release, I went deaf. It was so delicious. Everything melted inside me as my seed was forced out of the twin stud-sticks. I rubbed my still shooting rods absentmindedly, a soft growl in my throat. What a way to come home after school. I must have been a few seconds before I remembered to breath, and the rich smell of my semen flooded my nostrils.

"Learn to shut your door!" Mom yelled from the hallway.