I pulled them off, haphazardly tumbling onto the bed, I grabbed the first toy within reach and sucked it immediately into my mouth, I didn’t have the patients to find the lube my spit would have to do, my ass rapidly craving attention despite still being a little tender from the night before, I brought the toy to my entrance and moaned out loud as it slid in with little resistance.
Fuck I needed this, my cock now impossibly hard begging for release. My head was spinning with the alcohol, but my body yearned for pleasure. My dick slick with precum that was oozing out from the tip with every stroke of the toy in my ass. I hadn’t even removed my top, my thong was still on and one sock hung from my right foot. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get off.
I thought of Ellie, how very beautiful she was, our flirting and touching, the almost kiss. The idea that maybe she would be interested in me, even as I was a guy who looked like a girl. It was all too much to take in, images filled my mind of us locked in a passionate embrace. My hand now a blur on both my ass and my cock.
That delicious feeling of an orgasm rising began, I’d not been at it long and I didn’t care, there was no audience, not recording camera, this was all for me. Just me, satisfying my desire to cum and everything focused on achieving that. I bucked against the toy, thrashing in the bed, pumping my slippery pole with every stroke.
The white heat began to rise, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return, I blasted past it and increased my pace as much as I could. My eyes opening wide as I screamed out loud and the first of many massive jets of cum erupted from my cock. Angling it to my face, rope after rope shot out, covering my chest, face and hair.
I lapped wildly trying to catch some, its sweet taste filling my senses. I lost count of the number of loads I shot, the aftershocks still producing bubbles of cum from the end of my now softening erection.
My hand was covered in jizz, and I cleaned it with gusto, savouring my tangy sweet taste. My breath was still ragged, that had been one of the quickest orgasms in some time and it felt so good just to get the release, my balls now ached from being thoroughly emptied and looking down at my chest I laughed at the mess I had made, there was so much cum. But I guess that’s what you get for saving it up all day when you are used to cumming 3 times on average.
Staggering back to my feet I went to the bathroom but realised just how drunk I was, I couldn’t keep upright without holding onto something so a shower was out of the question. I went to the toilet and just stumbled back to bed, still wearing my soiled top. Barely slipping under the covers before I passed out.
I was woken by the light beaming in through the open curtains, I hadn’t even closed them the night before, the bedsheets were stuck to my top and my mouth felt like the Sahara Desert with a side order of sawdust. Surprisingly I didn’t feel that hungover, maybe I was still drunk? As I sat up, morning wood once again standing to attention, I realised that when I came home last night and fucked myself silly, I’d done it in full view of the flats opposite, hopefully no-one had seen me, I just had to hope they were all asleep.
Gingerly I climbed out of bed, keeping the soiled blanket wrapped around me and drew the curtains, I then peeled off the sheets and removed my crusty top. I really had gushed all over it. It was still relatively early as I’d been woken by the daylight, but not feeling too bad I thought a refreshing shower might just do the trick. Maybe being that much fitter meant I wouldn’t have such bad hangovers.
Stepping into the shower, the hot water blasting off last night’s remnants. Even if it did require a lot more bodywash to remove it entirely. My erection standing stubbornly the entire time. Of course it would be rude to ignore it, and since id given myself a few days off from broadcasting, I could indulge in some self-care. I grabbed one of the larger suction cup dildos and attached it to the shower wall and in no time I was thrusting back onto it, and revelling in the way it mashed into my prostate.
I had no desire to rush, but rather focused on whatever angle made it feel good. This was my time, with no one else to cater for, just my pleasure and release. I found the perfect position with the dildo hitting the perfect spot with each thrust, the water cascading onto my body triggering whimpers as the jets splashed against my engorged sensitive nipples, leaving both hands free to stroke my length, play with my balls and the area underneath.
I willed my orgasm to arrive, dialling in each movement to maximise the pleasure, my cries of passion filling the bathroom as I felt that familiar urge. I hissed through my teeth feeling the pressure building, and images of Ellie once again came to mind. I imagined her laying on her back, legs spread, welcoming me to her pussy, it was enough to tip me over the edge and before I knew it my body clenched, my ass squeezing the dildo tight as spasm after spasm erupted from my dick. my hand catching the load as it spilled free.
I adored the prolonged orgasms I seemed to have when there was something in my ass, they just kept on coming in waves, getting smaller each time, but the aftershocks carried on for so much longer. As the last two rolled through my body, I brought my full palm to my mouth and hungrily sucked it clean. The slimy goo lining my mouth and coating my throat, another little shudder accompanied the thrill as it slid down.
Could I really give up cumming like this? I guess there was nothing stopping me from masturbating with my toys even in the new job, hardly like I would use the company showers and take a dildo with me I thought laughing to myself.
I stepped out, and dried myself off, automatically I ran thought my post shower beauty routine before catching myself and realising that I didn’t really need to do this anymore, it would save so much time after all. However I did enjoy how my skin felt, and there was no doubt that my face looked much smoother, blemish free even without makeup and definitely healthier.
I finished up and felt so much more refreshed, the hangover purely a rumble in the tummy as I realised not only had I drank too much the night before, id committed the cardinal sin of doing so on an empty stomach. Ellie had a lot to answer for, she was trouble no doubt, not that I could hold it against her, especially after she admitted that I might be her type, she didn’t exclude it, that’s for sure.
After a light breakfast, and a little easy yoga I actually felt pretty normal, the slightest of headaches, but that was it. I dropped Ellie a message asking her how she was, if she had fared as well as me, but with no immediate reply, I guessed she was probably still passed out. I was genuinely surprised, while I wasn’t known for having bad hangovers, this was definitely one of the lightest ones considering how much I drank, there was another bonus to being fitter and all the work I’d done.
Thinking of which, the idea of going for a run felt quite appealing, some fresh air and a bit of early morning sun would probably clear my head, of both the hangover and the dilemma of what to do with my job.
I took the run to the park easy, not wanting to suddenly bring on the hangover, and I was right to come out. The weather was perfect, sunny but with light crisp air. Each stride bought me more clarity, and that almost mediative calmness you get when you’re just concentrating on each step and letting the distance go by.
Even though this wasn’t my usual time to go for a run, a familiar figure got up from a bench further ahead and waved at me. Greeting Marc I immediately teased him and accusing him of being my stalker and deliberately waiting for me. It was so much fun to watch him squirm. The run id already done had been perfect in clearing my head a little, I decided that I wouldn’t pressure myself into making a decision until the end of the week, it would give me time to weigh up all my options. And if that meant in the meantime winding up my running buddy for my own amusement then so be it.
We continued around the park, and I took every opportunity to flirt with him, enjoying his embarrassment and blushing each time, this was pure feed for my ego and impossible for me not to do. I did however make the mistake of teasing his fitness a bit too much and challenged him to a race. Of course I cheated and got a head start, secretly hoping that his unobstructed view of my ass would distract him enough to win.
What I hadn’t counted on was him being so competitive that while he stayed behind longer than he needed to, he timed his sprint perfectly and just about pipped me over the finishing line, as he did I stretched a little more than I should and felt a muscle in my leg cramp. I yelped as I came to a stop and he was immediately at my side giving me support.
Slipping straight into personal trainer mode, he helped me limp to a nearby bench, lifting my leg, and his well-trained expert hands went to work, squeezing and probing it. He found the spot and I winced from the pain. “don’t worry, you’ll be fine, it’s just a cramp and some well place massage will have to fixed in no time” he said calmly as if I was just one of his clients. Suddenly I was aware that the shoe was on the other foot so to speak.
Whereas I was usually the one in control, teasing and prodding him verbally, as his strong hands worked their magic, I had to contain my desire to let out sounds, yes it still hurt slightly but that feeling was rapidly diminishing, and being replaced by the overwhelming heat, one which I knew all too well as I began to stir down below.
He asked how it was, and I could only squeak out a reply, “still cramping?” he asked and I could only nod as his hands moved positions and my body responded. There was no discomfort any more, only pleasure, just like the caresses and touches with Ellie, it felt so good to have someone else’s hands on my body. I wondered how it would feel without the leggings on, his grip so firm but gentle, a moan escaped my lips and I tried my best to disguise it as pain.
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