Dirty talk & masturbating ends in huge cumshot.
Title: The Art of Self-Pleasure: A Story in Three Acts
Act 1: The Setup
*linen crumpled, sparse furniture adorned with well-worn reading material, homey ambiance, incandescent lamp cast warm glow on a lonesome figure*
Our tale unfolds in a sordid, dimly lit chamber of a bachelor pad. Atop a disheveled linen bed, stretched in languid abandon, lounges a strapping young buck. Supine, he lies prostate, as advertising on an alluring magazine splays open on his chest – Lips parted in beckoning invitation aimed at the ceiling fan that languidly prods at it. Flexing an oiled, muscular body, he coils and grips the Disney character pillow, grinding into the billowing clouds of white sheet below… His name isoden, and his protagonist in a sordid solo show.
*oden unwraps the shimmering, slippery flesh, caressing the bulging, velvety tent, heavy with anticipation… thighs slung over the bed, mouth agape, fingers working feverishly… Oden is at the helm of his own pleasure, the captain of satisfaction sailing on an ocean of his own arousal. His mouth is agape, words spilling out intermittently…Oden speaks dirty in a hushed tone**
“Mmm, baby…that’s it…work it…stroke it for me..Slow and steady, that’s the way…come on, baby…you know this cock is hungry…” *oden gasps and moans, eyes bulging from sockets*
*oden’s hand hummingbird quivers, darting up and down the sticky flesh… threatening to erupt like a volcano at any moment… the celestial meat pistol is primed for launch.. condensation forms on the vinyl of his bulky sports car boots, sweat dripping down his chiseled jawline… his hand becomes a piston, slamming down on his pulsing erection*
Things promptly intensive, oden slowly the tempo of his activity starting with a mystery inexorably upwards, plains of fleshy gristle expand and gear outwards as if inflated by some pumped drilled…odel gasps as a gush wave of pleasure wells up within him…
“Unhhh yessss…that’s it…harder, faster… Drive yourself into that hot little hole….faster…faster” Oden inhales raggedly. His mind is about to break. And then it weapons, come roaring out of the barrel- *oden moans a deep groan, releasing the passionate juices all over his body… He rides out the intensity, one shuddering wave at a time*
*oden pants heavily; his chest gleams with sweat and his own nectar, now anointed by his own arousal. A serene blanket of silence drapes the room, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of satisfaction. Oden reclines into the sheets, drained of orgasm and full of self-satisfaction*
