Alone Time

Worked up. Have been for awhile. I'd hardly call them base impulses, but I can hold off for only so long. Already hard. Already distracted. I found a nice story online and went to town.

It didn't take long. Stroking myself at a moderate pace. I always like to reach the end of the story before I cum. The words began to blur. I was light headed. My cock was hard and wet. I was cumming, but I hadn't...oh, oh, oh FUCK. There it was.

There I was. Puddle of cum on the web of skin between thumb and hand. Globs running down my cock and balls. A speck or two on the back of my hand. How did they get there?

Cupping myself, I went into the shower. Felt the warm water pour over my skin, washing myself off myself. I poured the liquid soap into my hand, grabbed my cock and wanked myself clean for a moment.

I washed, toweled, and dressed, ready to rejoin the world.

Originally written May 11, 2010