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Is your brain where mine is?
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It was sheer chance I found a wonderful way of pampering my beloved prick. Considering my brain is still very active inside its strong mass of veins, it is necessary to keep it on form and on edge. The daily wank is not enough to nurture fine performance from its magnificent erect stature. That is pure cock fodder to have an easy wrist job - no, there needs to be some fine stimulation added to the regime of exercise, especially when the actual chance of a good fuck is declining each day.
I appreciate us men need to release that fountain of goodness, regardless of whether you waste it into a tissue or savour its unique substance, texture and flavour as I do, but to do so with no finesse or forethought is a simpleton's way and not for deep thinking cock lovers.
The shower is a private haunt where of course one inspects, washes and checks the undercarriage for size and solidity. I don't have a particularly powerful spray and in fact yearn for one of those you often find in modern hotels, which nye-on blast your skin away. Making do with what equipment you have to hand (pun intended) both physically and mechanically is a necessity and feeling horny in the shower is something I feel we all experience quite often. As it was this day, when I had been fondling my cock and balls and the half hard was slapping nicely against my thighs as I padded to the shower. I quickly body washed, that is a mandatory exercise to be got out of the way and I concentrated the spray on my collection.
My shower has three setting for distribution of the water, the pressure constant at source, but variable using the settings of fine wide, medium gush and hard spout. The delicate fine played on my balls and was recognised as an instant firm requirement at each shower, it was awesome how it replicated the sensation of fingers caressing a heavy sac and pulsing shaft. I increased the temperature and widened my legs as the hotter water, still on fine, played on my thighs. Whilst this was not a problem, I found that once again experimenting with heat, it soon became apparent that it was uncomfortable on my limbs but exquisitely desirable when I hefted my foreskin back, dug my fingers into the crevasse just above where my prick juts from my belly and my now fully exposed knob end positively tingled with the most erotic sensations.
I decided to squat on the balls of my feet, knees splayed wide. Bingo! Immediately the water fell only from the target area and my thighs were no longer at threat. However the target area brain, now reacting to the harsher stimulus of higher temperature, jerked with the addition of Kegel pulsing. By resting the upturned showerhead on the floor of the shower and moving it backwards and forwards, it played its spray on my arsehole, balls and cock underside. I felt my arse relaxing significantly enough for me to check with a quick finger that I wouldn't drop a load; such was its muscular softness. Luckily there was no solid in the tunnel and I continued.
My prick reacted to the more specific action and I tried the medium setting for greater concentration. Now I have never been into S&M in my love life, but the pleasurable pain that I was now experiencing is very difficult to describe. It's like erotic authors trying to put an orgasm into words. Impossible in my opinion, so I am not going to attempt to describe the sensation here, but they were just awesome. Winding up the heat a little at a time, it became almost unbearable. My genitals glowed red but my cock was nearly horizontal, bearing in mind I was still squatting and of course Kegeling. I reasoned heat would do me no harm, and of course it can assist sex. The balance was becoming tricky on my legs, such was my relaxation against the wall and the near perfection of the moment, and in fact my head was spinning with ecstasy. I decided to go for near ultimate, not full heat, but another notch up, knowing I would not be able to stand it for long. I was right. It scorched my cock and ballocks for a second until, yelping with the shock I turned it down and gradually cooled it as I managed to rise and stand.
My legs quivered with the added strain, now released, my head swam and my prick jutted defiantly, deep red, exposed radiant knob shining bright and remarkably sensitive. I dabbed off the remaining moisture on my body and applied some lotion to the whole area treated to the hot spa treatment, plus my thighs. The lotion was applied for the second time, but for pure macho reasons and with no more than ten pulls I shot a superb fountain into my waiting palm.
It was like a hot smoothie and I lapped it all, savouring that wonderfully musky flavour.
Maybe one day I will post some before and after pictures and if possible a video of the action. Do you think I should?
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Posted on : May 29, 2009
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