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I had this wank the other day, and it was one of those wanks you
just wish you'd never started. I was having a shower and feeling a
little horny as I usually do, so I started to have a little play but
there wasn't much response from my one eyed trouser friend. I tried
to coax him into action but he just didn't seem interested. He just
wouldn't rise to the occasion. So I left him alone and finished my
shower. On returning to my bedroom I spotted the playboy next to my
bed and couldn't resist the urge to browse through said reading material.
The little fella liked this; he was now awake, ready and waiting.
Pam and her five sisters started working him well.
I was a fair way into the wank when my arm started to feel the strain,
although my rhythm was fast, firm and consistent I lacked that certain
sensuous arousal in my loins that you need for a good session of sausage
wrestling. Each stroke seemed to take me further away from my masterbatory
objective. Never the less I was now determined to reach my point of
climax and persisted frivolously. I had started so I’ll finish.
I took a deep breath and began again to pound my now reddened piece
of man meat. The pages of the one handed reading material, although
filled with pictures of scantily glad beautiful women, lacked the
degree of pornographic filth that I need to get off. If some cute
little bird hasn't got a big cock or three stuck in her I feel only
a slight increase in stimulation to the genital area.
I needed a new tactic, a new angle, fantasy was the way forward. I
conjured up some of the filthiest images of sexual carnage from my
cesspool of a mind, and like a champion racehorse with a second wind
took to the task in hand like a man possessed. The images of sexually
promiscuous females committing all kinds of vial and degrading sexual
acts was just what the doctor ordered, they were up to all kinds of
BI-sexual activity. Arms and legs were everywhere. My mind was filled
with a myriad of feisty young females reveling in an orgy of sexual
debauchery and experimenting with toys I never even knew existed.
If thoughts were illegal I’d be serving a life sentence.
The strokes were now long and hard. The tempo was fast and furious.
Sweat was pouring from my brow. My face was clenched with concentration.
My cock was glowing red, It could have steered ships clear from rocks
in the form of a crude lighthouse. I could feel the moment of ejaculation
approaching fast, it had taken me so long to get to this point, so
much effort, nothing was going to stop me now, the vinegar stokes
were kicking in. I could feel the much anticipated and all too familiar
moment about to take full control of my pre orgasmic body. This was
it, any moment now.
Knock knock. "Hello, is anybody in?"
The first wad of population paste erupted from my volcanic cock and
shot across the room. My body was thrown into disorientated shock,
confusion filled my mind, I couldn't think straight. More baby gravy
spewed out, again missing my wank sock and covering my clean bed sheets.
My mind was now totally on the uninvited guest in the house who was
about as welcome as a ginger-haired stepson. When I eventually remembered
the wank I looked down to see it was all over and I’d missed
it.
" I’m in the bedroom, hang on." I shouted back, cursing
him under my breath and trying to get my act together.
It was Neil, I came out in a towel told him Kathy was out, he then
left and I tried to piece back together the fragments of my life which
now seemed as pointless and inane as the mess I’d left behind.
I guess some things just aren't meant to be.
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