Saturday, April 26, 2008
The Shower
He turns the water on, cranking the handle to the hottest setting and steps back, closing the shower door. As he waits for the water to heat up, he sheds his clothes, first the shirt, then the pants and finally his boxers. He waits a moment longer because he knows the flow is too cold initially and then opens the door and reaches his hand inside to test the water. It's good, so he steps inside.
The water is getting hotter still as he backs into the flow, so he adjusts the handle to the temperature he wants. The heat is just right, penetrating the skin on his back as the water impacts it and slides away. It's a moment of total relaxation as his body gets wet, and that relaxation is why he showers a few minutes too long most days. This is his sanctuary, enclosed, alone, everything stripped away, with only the power of the water and the heat and the rising steam there with him.
It at this moment every day where his mind wanders somewhere. Sometimes he thinks of old days or of good times anticipated. Some days he gets his best ideas. And frequently enough he thinks of something else.
Today is one of those days, and his thoughts somehow land upon her, almost 2,500 miles away across the country. She is a stranger to him and yet not, and the thought of her is pleasant. As he moves his head back under the shower head, dousing his hair, the thoughts stir something else inside him, and his hand naturally gravitates toward his loin.
The water is working its magic on his state of mind, and as his thumb lightly massages his cock, it too responds, slowly. He can feel that sensation from his blood flowing to it, filling it and causing it to lengthen and harden -- but still ever so slowly as the water strangely almost acts as a counter to what his body now demands.
Still, the march is inexorable, and his dick is soon large enough and firm enough to grasp. He does so, thumb overlapping the top of his shaft and four fingers together first working back lightly around his balls, then coming up on the underside of the shaft.
He likes her. She has challenges that bear weight upon her, but she has intelligence, and ambition, and, most of all, spunk. He likes the way she goes after things. She wants a better job, a better man, a better life. She wants something worthwhile, she wants security, she wants sex. And he thinks it is out there for her.
He knows he is not that man for her. He is just on the sideline, a cheerleader for her. But at this moment in time and in his current state that hardly matters.
He wonders about her week, and whether she's been up to anything slightly naughty. The thought of that possibility spurs him to move a little faster on the cock that he has slowly, almost unconsciously, been working on. As he looks down upon it, he recognizes he is fully hard and ready, and that drives his thoughts to her more coursely.
He thinks of her maybe being alone and naked. Maybe that's happened this week. Maybe it's still ahead. Doesn't matter for him now -- the thought is still exciting him. He can't see her face -- he never has -- but he imagines her body, and that too excites him to higher levels.
His cock is feeling oh-so-nice as he strokes it. It gives it warmth and a pleasant sensation as the skin moves up and back against whatever is inside, high enough to reach the head and then back to its natural point. His strokes are getting faster now, more urgent as he feels the need for release grow inside him. His thoughts focus in on her, what she might be doing when nude.
The physical drives the mental into higher excitement, which in turn pushes the physical harder. He is fully excited, almost in a euphoric state, as he pumps his cock wildly now. The feeling is growing ever larger. His balls pull their way up to his body as he thrashes about in his thoughts of her. He recognizes the feeling in his cock now that is starting to climb toward inevitability. He is near that point as one hand strokes and the other rubs diagonally down his leg from hip to groin, sliding by and massaging his balls as they prepare to release their load.
It is inevitable now. He is going to cum. His body is tensed up, especially in the nether region, almost as if it is hunched up and ready to explode forward in a leap. It's almost a matter of surrendering to it, but he wants his focus on her and her beautiful body, the inspiration for this moment.
And it happens. He does surrender to it, his body letting go and the burst of feeling that accompanies his first, large shooting of cum. He strokes a little more, and more spurts out, once, twice ... and then some more, not spurting but coming on its own languid pace, all bringing him a moment of sheer pleasure.
His whole body relaxes now. He catches his breath as the water cleans him. Any tension that was with him leaves him. He is completely relaxed -- ready to face the day as he finishes the shower for its actual purpose.
And for a moment he thinks of her again, just living life normally now, and he hopes she is well.
The water is getting hotter still as he backs into the flow, so he adjusts the handle to the temperature he wants. The heat is just right, penetrating the skin on his back as the water impacts it and slides away. It's a moment of total relaxation as his body gets wet, and that relaxation is why he showers a few minutes too long most days. This is his sanctuary, enclosed, alone, everything stripped away, with only the power of the water and the heat and the rising steam there with him.
It at this moment every day where his mind wanders somewhere. Sometimes he thinks of old days or of good times anticipated. Some days he gets his best ideas. And frequently enough he thinks of something else.
Today is one of those days, and his thoughts somehow land upon her, almost 2,500 miles away across the country. She is a stranger to him and yet not, and the thought of her is pleasant. As he moves his head back under the shower head, dousing his hair, the thoughts stir something else inside him, and his hand naturally gravitates toward his loin.
The water is working its magic on his state of mind, and as his thumb lightly massages his cock, it too responds, slowly. He can feel that sensation from his blood flowing to it, filling it and causing it to lengthen and harden -- but still ever so slowly as the water strangely almost acts as a counter to what his body now demands.
Still, the march is inexorable, and his dick is soon large enough and firm enough to grasp. He does so, thumb overlapping the top of his shaft and four fingers together first working back lightly around his balls, then coming up on the underside of the shaft.
He likes her. She has challenges that bear weight upon her, but she has intelligence, and ambition, and, most of all, spunk. He likes the way she goes after things. She wants a better job, a better man, a better life. She wants something worthwhile, she wants security, she wants sex. And he thinks it is out there for her.
He knows he is not that man for her. He is just on the sideline, a cheerleader for her. But at this moment in time and in his current state that hardly matters.
He wonders about her week, and whether she's been up to anything slightly naughty. The thought of that possibility spurs him to move a little faster on the cock that he has slowly, almost unconsciously, been working on. As he looks down upon it, he recognizes he is fully hard and ready, and that drives his thoughts to her more coursely.
He thinks of her maybe being alone and naked. Maybe that's happened this week. Maybe it's still ahead. Doesn't matter for him now -- the thought is still exciting him. He can't see her face -- he never has -- but he imagines her body, and that too excites him to higher levels.
His cock is feeling oh-so-nice as he strokes it. It gives it warmth and a pleasant sensation as the skin moves up and back against whatever is inside, high enough to reach the head and then back to its natural point. His strokes are getting faster now, more urgent as he feels the need for release grow inside him. His thoughts focus in on her, what she might be doing when nude.
The physical drives the mental into higher excitement, which in turn pushes the physical harder. He is fully excited, almost in a euphoric state, as he pumps his cock wildly now. The feeling is growing ever larger. His balls pull their way up to his body as he thrashes about in his thoughts of her. He recognizes the feeling in his cock now that is starting to climb toward inevitability. He is near that point as one hand strokes and the other rubs diagonally down his leg from hip to groin, sliding by and massaging his balls as they prepare to release their load.
It is inevitable now. He is going to cum. His body is tensed up, especially in the nether region, almost as if it is hunched up and ready to explode forward in a leap. It's almost a matter of surrendering to it, but he wants his focus on her and her beautiful body, the inspiration for this moment.
And it happens. He does surrender to it, his body letting go and the burst of feeling that accompanies his first, large shooting of cum. He strokes a little more, and more spurts out, once, twice ... and then some more, not spurting but coming on its own languid pace, all bringing him a moment of sheer pleasure.
His whole body relaxes now. He catches his breath as the water cleans him. Any tension that was with him leaves him. He is completely relaxed -- ready to face the day as he finishes the shower for its actual purpose.
And for a moment he thinks of her again, just living life normally now, and he hopes she is well.
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