The Shower
He slipped from his bed, warm and groggy except for the aching
that had awakened him. Needing that had been too long denied
had found a central spot in his body from which to try to escape.
His manhood was bulging and pulsing as if he'd never
been touched and he needed to relieve the pain that was building
inside. Below, his scrotum filled with the fluid of life
and caused the ache to reach such point that it would not
wait.
He knew how badly too that she wanted him, needed to be with
him to touch and fondle and take that gift of life from him.
How she needed to suck his penis until he filled her with
his seed and rejuvenating her senses from deep within.
The happenings of life keeping them apart yet another day,
he realizes his relief will have to be self made.
He walked into the shower and adjusted the water temperature,
and when the steam began to rise like his cock had done, he
stepped in. The water eased the tension that had built in
his body and he let his shoulders loosen. He let it run down
his face and chest and down his belly and over his cock. Finally
the sensation was too much and he picked up the luscious
lathering soap they shared and poured some in his hand.
He leaned his head back on the wall of the shower stall and
closed his eyes, imagining she was there, before him, on
her knees with her mouth open and ready to take him.
He took his hard cock in his hand and lathered it with the
soap and began to stroke slowly just as she would begin sucking.
Teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue and poking in
the hole. He used his finger to open and then push the tip
in, better able then to feel her with him. He knew it wouldn't
take long for her to get greedy and want to swallow his cock
whole. But she would push her face underneath and suck his
balls first and play with his ass. He ran his lathered hands
below his cock and fondled his balls, making sure to rub
the crack of his ass and play at his hole like she would. His
cock throbbed by now and he could no longer contain the need
to release so he stroked. A few long slow strokes and then
faster and faster. His balls slapped against his legs as
he masturbated with his eyes seeing her open mouth, seeing
her waiting there for what she needed from him. He concentrated
until he could hear her voice in his ear begging him to feed
her. And with that, he erupted, spewing his cum all over
his belly and the wall of the shower. And he rubbed it in as
if it was she, licking every last drop from him. And his body
shuddered and his knees were weak.
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