FallingToFly
Political Stance: Porn
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Need an opinion from the guys; is this masturbation scene realistic?
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He stepped into the lukewarm water with a shudder and reached for the tap, turning up the heat. He had no intention of reducing himself to cold showers over beautiful cockteases when he could just as easily take care of things himself. He leaned on his hands into the spray, letting the hot water sluice over his head and down his back in the dark, his prick aching and throbbing with every heartbeat. The body wash felt cool against his palm, filling the steamy air with a rich, spicy scent that pleased his senses as his slippery hands slowly traveled over his own skin. His fingers wrapped tightly around his erection, squeezing impatiently against the straining flesh. He circled the base with the forefinger and thumb of one hand, holding the skin taut as he stroked with the other hand. Brisk, almost painful strokes, torturing the sensitive flesh with the calloused pads of his fingers, the roughness of his palm. It almost hurt, and he took a deep breath, forced himself to slow down.
He let go of his cock with the circling fingers and used his hand to brace himself against the wall again, fondling himself gently. He stroked his thumb across the engorged head and thought of how Adrian's mouth would look wrapped around it, those pink lips wet and swollen from kisses, gleaming with the first pearly drops of come and his own saliva- a shudder ran through him that had nothing to do with the water and he slid his hand along himself, squeezing and slipping on the soapy skin.
A low groan found its way from his lips as he thought about his beautiful new obsession, stretched wanton and willing on his sheets, of the sweet scent of his hair and the smooth, warm skin of his shoulders and chest. He wondered what his dick would taste like, nestled in his mouth, how it would feel plunging down his throat, if his come would be salty and bitter or sweet and thick. His balls tightened and tingled and he gasped as his climax spilled in a scalding wave over his fingers, onto the porcelain to be rinsed away down the drain. His hand moved half-heartedly as his cock as it softened, milking the last dregs of the fantasy into an empty void of exhaustion.
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