#self pleasure

The water has been running in the shower for a little bit. There is just a little steam forming in the bathroom. I step into the shower and the first sprays of water land on my lower legs. It is just the right temperature - hot enough to make my skin come alive, but not hot enough to cause any lasting discomfort. I close my eyes and slowly walk further into the steady flow of water. The warmth spreads up my thighs and I pause just for a moment before moving a little further to have the water pass over my cock and balls. I feel the heat. Then I step further letting the water cascade over my chest. I take my hands and slide them down my body. They pass easily over my wet skin and are drawn down between my legs. They cannot help but linger.

My fingers gently squeeze the tip of my cock. I feel that light tingle beckoning me. My hand slides down and fingers close around my balls, rolling them softly in my hand. Both hands turn to a light touch and slowly run up and my thighs, each alternating running up and down my cock. I feel the warm water falling down my body. The tease won’t be a slow one for me though as my hand closes finger by finger around my cock. Slowly and lightly I rub once back and forth. For me, it’s always my left hand … which is odd as I’m right handed. Touching myself with my right hand can be a slow and deliberate affair. But when it is my left, the rhythm starts almost immediately when I feel my hand close around myself.

I feel myself grow … not too quickly … but steadily. My right hand lightly runs over my scrotum. I love the soft touch there. In fact, I decide to give myself a treat and reach out for the handheld wand. Turning it on brings an additional source of water and the small, skinny streams of water feel amazing when I run them between my legs. My strokes continue as the water lightly teases my balls.

It’s at this point that my eyes close and my mind wanders. I tend to drift between some favorite memories and desired fantasies. It only takes one or two to bring me to full arousal. My hand moving lightly over my now straight and firm cock. The soft water streams tickling my balls. My teeth bite down on my lip.

My thoughts drift to those memories of things I should not have done, but did anyway. The risk always turns me on. I turn off the water to the handheld wand and place it back on the holder. I then turn to face away from the shower heard. The water from the showerhead streams down my back. I lean down and spit down on my cock … water doesn’t provide the same lubrication. I focus on the sensations. I go beyond the friction of my hand on my cock and to that tingle - that little thread of feeling that runs all the way from the tip back deep inside my body. That’s what I’m seeking. That’s what I want to play with … that little electric tingling thread. I pull it forward and let it fall back. My mind now drifts to some of those favorite unfulfilled fantasies … those scenes I’ve written in mind … the ones that take my breath away. That I hope may one day be reality and then a memory - no longer a fantasy. I feel those first internal muscle contractions. They are shallow and empty now … but soon they’ll grow much stronger. I add a little more spit. My rhythm quickens. I lean forward with my right hand and steady myself against the wall. My mind starts randomly pulling memories and fantasies together … actions … scenes … stories … conversations … photographs … audios … videos … Sometimes the memories are far from my past. Sometimes very recent. Often both. I do not lack for inspiration when I let my mind turn those forbidden corners to explore those places most private and most erotic.

It doesn’t take too long to find that exact point where I can almost feel the cum begin to move - but I slow it down to keep it right there on the edge. It’s that moment that if I weren’t in the shower, I would see the pre-cum glistening on the tip. It feels so good to rub that around the head. The longer I can keep that edge, the more I will ejaculate. Sometimes I go a little too far and have to clamp down to hold the orgasm back. This is the moment when I am hardest - so taut and ready to release. Letting it fall back. Pulling it forward. Here I need to be careful with my mind. The right thought in my mind will easily pull me past the point of no return. I think this has gradually changed over the course of my life - orgasms are so thought-dependent and so intellectual. I can touch myself for extended periods and not get that close. But if I let my mind wander to those places …

So there I stand, braced against the wall. Water falling around me. I play that tug of war with that thread … feeling that connection back up inside me … carefully letting my mind get further and further to the edge. But soon, the moment comes when I know it is time to give it over. To lose control and let my body do what it wants without me guiding it. That’s when my mind goes furthest afield - those riskiest desires and fantasies - those experiences I’ve had that turn me on the most. And then I push it just to the edge and then over. It’s about 3-4 seconds of this building fullness throughout my cock and then that tingling thread goes fully taut. I’m over the edge. It can’t be stopped now. I know the cum has begun to move. I can feel that first muscle contraction and then give over to it. The first spasm releases just a bit of that thick, white fluid. I watch it fall to my feet. But the second one is almost always the largest. Again and again, those spasms continue. That stream of liquid pushing out from deep inside is broken up over and over with those muscle contractions pushing it out. Often then fifth or sixth contraction will also be larger. Gradually the remaining cum slides out and down my hand. My strokes slow. I squeeze the head which pushes out a little more. It’s at this point that I remember the shower - I’ve been off in some other place through the entire experience. I turn and let the water run down my front. My cock is slowly relaxing. I reach back down and squeeze along the underside, pushing out as much cum as I can that remains, before rinsing my hand and finishing the shower.

I can still feel the residual effects of that tingling thread for twenty or thirty minutes afterwards, and the little residual cum that makes its way out is a reminder of my pleasure and release. That feeling of being spent. The stress relieved in those few moments when I gave over control. As I dress for the day, my mind turns reluctantly from the few moments of enjoyment … but I know tomorrow will come and with it the chance to spend a little more time in that fantasyland, that place where I can escape my reality and be me.

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