Merciless Cravings

It’s hotter than an oven in this tiny room… the air thick enough to drink. I lay upon my bed facing the ceiling with eyes half closed, listening to the sounds of summer. My breathing is low and rhythmic, the mirror says I am naked, it points out the beads of sweat that gather on skin… so wet…probably just like her.

A tiny breath of wind weaves between these bamboo chimes just outside the open window, gaining entry to my bedroom like a vampire with neither sound nor warning… washing my body with icy hands that never stay for long, never long enough.

I imagine you there, gazing at me with that naughty desire…

“Say not a word my love, I will take our secret to my grave:

Kept with memories and flowers…
Wrapped in whitest silk,
like mothers milk…
I’ll warm the darkest hours.”

My hand strays down my body slow, tracing a path between each muscle…unconsciously teasing the hair upon my body with a gentle brush of my fingertips. I trace that line from the middle of my chest, down my navel, lingering for a while… and finally moving beyond. Gasping quietly, I gently take hold of myself then, neatly groomed, the weight of my manhood, growing larger now with each beat of my desperate heart.

I moan then as I touch myself, it just feels so good that I can not help it. How long has it been since I had been touched like this? Kissed and sucked, slowly fucked..

For no mysterious reasons, other than you…wanting to please me…

Still touching lightly, with only my finger tips. My left hand wandering down, around my balls to tickle just beneath them, much like I brush the strings of my favorite guitar.

I can’t stand it any longer; my right hand grasps it firmly, so hard and thick now that I can feel it throbbing in my grasp, still growing longer with each pulse. I run my fingers up and down the shaft, so gently I can barely detect it…sending chills up my spine and I groan before I can stop myself.

I grip my cock at the base between thumb and forefinger, moving it up towards the head slowly, milking myself firm and slow. I am so wet with pre-cum that I can hardly keep from shaking. It trickles over my fingers, down the shaft, slick and warm from my own caress.

My hand begins to move faster, clutching my un-cut cock and sliding up and down with an agonizingly slow motion, much like you would if you were riding me…gripping me with your muscles.

Faster now, I am panting like a dog as I work myself steadily with my slippery hands until I am impossibly large and ready to explode…I must stop myself, I don’t want to cum so soon. I have the rest of my lunch break to use up, but I am so desperate for pleasure I am losing my will. I watch as my hand moves faster and faster up and down and around in little circles. I can feel my balls grow tighter, it’s almost…

I cry out with blinding pleasure as I feel nearly every muscle contract all at once… my head falls back onto the pillow and my hips thrust upward unconsciously, stars flash on the back of my eyelids as I explode with all the fury of a supernova.

My hand slows to a persistent rhythm as I ride the waves of my orgasm, barely noticing the cool splashing of cum on my chest, my neck, and on the bed beside me…it seems like it will last forever as tablespoon after tablespoon gushes forth and runs down my body. The pleasure ripples through my body in spasms, one after another grips me and pulls farther over the edge.

Finally I come to rest and I can see again…the sounds of the room and the world outside my window come rushing back all at once…I lie still and panting, exhausted and satisfied in the heat of the day.

I am an absolute mess, and it feels cool and wonderful, my blood roars and my body trembles…I lose track of time as I drift away to the sound of my own breath…

How amazing it would be to be touched like that every day, to have your lips upon me once more…feeling your laughter and your sense of play infiltrate my being and burn me up from the inside-out.

Godspeed to resolution, so that I might taste you once again.