Masturbation

A quiet afternoon at home leads to some solo pleasure, dreaming of you.

I’m just going to rest my hand there, nothing more. A soft breath in and out, and the slightest curl of my fingertip; I’m feeling a low ache in my mons pubis. A shiver through my chest, and I’m beginning to sense the blood rising into my shaft, tucked away in my shorts. My finger curls and straightens again, rubbing lightly through my jeans. I swallow, and breathe a little deeper. Perhaps I could tug my zipper down? Nice and slowly, just enough to tuck a fingertip through the gap to nudge the thickening flesh through my cotton shorts. Mmm. That feels good. I can feel the contours of my shaft, the little bumps and ridges, and I can feel the rim of my glans, swollen and flared. Shivers in my back now as my chest rises and falls more deeply, and my breathing becomes long and laboured. My head is beginning to fill with pictures of you, pictures of your face, your eyes, your wide smile. My fingertip is gliding up and down my shaft, separated from the hot flesh by the thin stretch cotton of my shorts. I feel the need to release it. My fingers lift the leather tail of my belt through the chrome buckle and unhook the pin, exposing the button at the top of my jeans. Releasing it, I tug each side to the left and right respectively, and stroke my shaft from tip to base through my shorts. I reach down and cup my testes in my palm, squeezing gently, I can feel their warmth and the way they roll inside my scrotum. I hook my fingertip into the waistband of my shorts and lift it, stretching it over the tip of my cockhead, then draw it down to expose my hot flesh to the cool afternoon air. I roll my hips to allow the fabric to slip over my hips to expose my cock and balls fully. My stomach rises and falls with my breath, and my thighs clench a little. I use one fingertip to stroke my bare shaft, then two. It twitches and swells further, excited by my touch. I wish it was you here with me, touching me, but I am alone, with you in my waking dream, your face smiling at me from within my own mind. I roll my thumb across the head, smearing precum over my deep pink bulb, making it glisten with a smooth silky sheen. It feels divine to touch myself this way, and I’m beginning to lose the capacity to resist my own teasing. I close my finger and thumb around my shaft and begin to stroke from the rim of my gland down to the base of my shaft, gripping firmly and feeling the pulsing thickness against my palm. I close my eyes and loosen my grip slightly, reaching the tip and drawing precum over the glans and down the shaft, lubricating my skin and making my hand ride more easily up and down. I can feel deep sensations of joy rising in my core, and my balls are tingling, rolling in anticipation of a satisfying release. A slow but consistent roll if my wrist and a quiet lifting of my pelvis, coupled with the clenching of my thighs gets me feeling like this might not take long at all. I can imagine the joy in your expression when you notice how easily you arouse me and how quickly you can bring me to the brink of climax. I use my free hand to lift the hem of my t-shirt up over my chest, anticipating the imminent release of my ribbons of cum. My hips are rocking faster and my right hand is squeezing and rubbing up and down, gripping tight at the base of my shaft then loosening to rise up, rolling over the tip and then smearing the precum down my shaft, bringing me achingly close to my divine moment. Faster and firmer, just like you would if you were kneeling next to me, I open my eyes, expecting yo see you, my mouth opens in a silent moan as I feel my testes tighten more and my shaft swell, I can feel it, rising inside me, the wave of pleasure, rolling up inside my core and about to break. I slow down, making the moment last longer, but there’s no holding it back, it’s coming, I’m cumming, I can feel my thick seed riding through my shaft, and then the convulsions hit. One, two, three long spurts of thick streaming cum rise into the air and fall on my chest, leaving a trail of stickiness down to my belly button. More convulsions, my cock twitching in my hand as it releases globules of cum from it’s tiny slit, pulsing as it pushes forth drop after drop, rolling down the head, down the shaft, forming a viscous pool on my pubic mound. My head is spinning and I feel like a haze is surrounding me, lifting me up, lighter than air. I feel exalted, like a pure spirit, cleansed and ready to be carried to heaven. This moment is bliss. How perfect it is to be with you, if only in my mind.