Hey Jill

Guess what happened? This morning when I woke up and went to the kitchen for some OJ the sketch I’d stuck to the door with June’s cum was face down on the floor. Although I immediately thought June had taken it down, I quickly realized she wouldn’t have left it lying on the floor. So I concluded her cum just wasn’t strong enough. I surmised that girl jizz is not as sticky as guy jizz. So there was only one thing to do.

I knew Peter went running in the morning. Five every morning I hear him tromping down the stairs. About ten to six he’s back. It was now a quarter to, so I didn’t have long to wait. I sat in the hall in front of his door, picture of June in hand. Sure enough, he appeared at his regular time. I held up the picture.

“Wow, that’s a nice picture,” he said. “That’s June, isn’t it? She looks really ... Did you do it?”

“We both did it,” I said.

“Huh?”

“I did the sketch. It’s what she looks like when you’re making her come.”

“Yeah, she does look...”

“Orgasmic?”

He nodded.

I asked him if he could do me a huge favor.

“Sure, I guess,” he said.

“I need you to autograph it, after a fashion.”

“Really? Okay. Let me go in and grab a pen.”

“Actually, we won’t need a pen,” I told him. “What we’ll need is a penis.”

He blinked.

“You want me to...?”

I’m not sure if he fully understood, so I spelled it out. “I need you to jerk off onto the back of the picture.”

It took him a moment to respond. “Why? This isn’t a paternity thing or anything, is it?”

“Nothing like that,” I said. I explained about the refrigerator and my theory about guy jizz being stickier than girl jizz.

“You want me to do it right now?”

“Yeah. The quicker the better, so I can paste it back on before June wakes up.”

“I don’t know about this,” he said.

“Please,” I begged. “What other use might your cum ever have besides making babies?”

He laughed. “Okay, I’m game. Are you going to watch?”

“I’m even going to help,” I said. “I’ll hold the picture.”

As it turned out, I had to help a bit more than that. Peter pushed down his shorts and set to stroking. He had a nice erection, but the cum wasn’t coming. I remembered what June did, so I snuck my hand down the back of his shorts. Within seconds of my finger penetrating his butt he gazzed. Shot after creamy shot of hot, sticky boy jizz.

“Thanks,” I called out, already hurrying downstairs to restick the sketch.

So far the adhesive properties of guy jizz are proving superior. One other thing I’m curious about: Will Peter squeal?