Vibro repairman
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- Jun 22, 2003
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With the first few rays of morning light straining through the netting in the gap between his drawn bedroom curtains, Zack awoke sharply. Under his red and white striped duvet covers, he felt the heat still coursing through his body from the dream he had been having, his swollen erection that throbbed almost painfully a reminder of what the dream had entailed. Fleeting images ran through his mind of his dream lover, and he relaxed with a long sigh. Erotic dreams where not something he had often experienced, and never before had one been so... so intense. After a brief look at the face of his alarm clock and noting the hour hand hardly past the six, he settled back on his mattress and tugged the duvet closer about him, intent on getting back to sleep.
Half an hour later, the incessant throbbing of his groins still kept him from slipping back to sleep. He tried to focus his thoughts on other things, but the powerful images and sensations from his dream kept returning and distracting his efforts. Her lustrous honey-gold hair, smooth skin, mirthful smile and bright blue eyes seemed indelibly etched in his minds eye, not to mention her shapely curves, her voice wailing forth heated moans as he thrust into her, the stiffness of her large nipples beneath his fingers...
Zack pushed off the duvet and threw his legs out of bed. It seemed that he needed to release himself if he was going to get any more sleep this morning, and so he crept out of his room, not wishing to disturb his parents, and went to the bathroom to relieve his tension, noting with some odd feeling of guilt that the front of his boxers were stained from his dream and the tumenscent purple head of his penis was pushing up his belly past the elastic waistband, leaking pre-cum. God, he was so hard. Zack closed the bathroom door behind him and locked it, sitting down on the cork-topped laundry chest. Pulling his boxers down, he touched his cock, wondering at the thickness of it... he could not recall it ever being so big before, as he began to stroke off.
Half an hour later, the incessant throbbing of his groins still kept him from slipping back to sleep. He tried to focus his thoughts on other things, but the powerful images and sensations from his dream kept returning and distracting his efforts. Her lustrous honey-gold hair, smooth skin, mirthful smile and bright blue eyes seemed indelibly etched in his minds eye, not to mention her shapely curves, her voice wailing forth heated moans as he thrust into her, the stiffness of her large nipples beneath his fingers...
Zack pushed off the duvet and threw his legs out of bed. It seemed that he needed to release himself if he was going to get any more sleep this morning, and so he crept out of his room, not wishing to disturb his parents, and went to the bathroom to relieve his tension, noting with some odd feeling of guilt that the front of his boxers were stained from his dream and the tumenscent purple head of his penis was pushing up his belly past the elastic waistband, leaking pre-cum. God, he was so hard. Zack closed the bathroom door behind him and locked it, sitting down on the cork-topped laundry chest. Pulling his boxers down, he touched his cock, wondering at the thickness of it... he could not recall it ever being so big before, as he began to stroke off.
