PhunkyPhuck
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He knew Ella was next-door from the movements he had heard. He could have gone over and said hi but enough was enough for today. How could he knock on her door pretending that everything is normal? He could not avoid her, there was bound to be countless days where they’ll brush past each other in the kitchen. At one point or another they would meet again but some distance was required for the awkwardness to disappear. Then again, would it ever disappear?
He collapsed emphatically on his bed in a fusion of satisfaction at finally arriving at home and the comfort of his bed. He removed his white summer jacket, followed by the yellow t-shirt and then finally the straight-legged blue jeans. At home he’d watch porn to complement his masturbation but there was no porn here. Well, there was but the university internet was monitored and many students wouldn’t dare take the risk of going on porn sites. As a result, it was all left to the imagination – which Simon preferred anyway as it made his masturbation a lot more intense and less artificial. The image of Ella sitting on a table with her mini-skirt revealing her thigh was at the forefront of his mind as he closed his eyes. He stroked himself slowly at first as he imagined Ella setting herself up, spreading her leads and ready to take him. He envisaged Ella naked in all her glory, begging to be fucked. His hand gripped hard before it slid in an up-and-down motion, the pre-cum only quickening the motion. He eventually came no more than 10 minutes later, discharging a succession of cum loads.” Ohhhhhhhhhhh”, he moaned, only loud for him to hear. He used a tissue to dispose of any hint of the cum. He headed off straight to the bathroom to have a shower and clean himself off thoroughly. He set a towel on a peg at the top of the back of the shower door, before he started to run the water, beginning the process of washing and rewashing.
Dirty. He felt like he had betrayed James. He hadn’t had sex with his girlfriend physically but he had done so mentally at least. Could have been worse, could have had sex with her physically, he comforted his mind. He didn’t usually shower at night, unless he had a football match or football training in the evening. From his experience of having showers in the evening he had found it very difficult to get to sleep, but he wanted to wash this day away. He hated being rejected, even when there was no chance. ‘Rejection’ was simply a word that wasn’t in his vocabulary, like any word associated with the idea of failure. The sizzling water pelted away at his body, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to relax. His hands were covered with soap as he ran them through his body, from the back of his ears down to the rest of his body before washing it all off.
He collapsed emphatically on his bed in a fusion of satisfaction at finally arriving at home and the comfort of his bed. He removed his white summer jacket, followed by the yellow t-shirt and then finally the straight-legged blue jeans. At home he’d watch porn to complement his masturbation but there was no porn here. Well, there was but the university internet was monitored and many students wouldn’t dare take the risk of going on porn sites. As a result, it was all left to the imagination – which Simon preferred anyway as it made his masturbation a lot more intense and less artificial. The image of Ella sitting on a table with her mini-skirt revealing her thigh was at the forefront of his mind as he closed his eyes. He stroked himself slowly at first as he imagined Ella setting herself up, spreading her leads and ready to take him. He envisaged Ella naked in all her glory, begging to be fucked. His hand gripped hard before it slid in an up-and-down motion, the pre-cum only quickening the motion. He eventually came no more than 10 minutes later, discharging a succession of cum loads.” Ohhhhhhhhhhh”, he moaned, only loud for him to hear. He used a tissue to dispose of any hint of the cum. He headed off straight to the bathroom to have a shower and clean himself off thoroughly. He set a towel on a peg at the top of the back of the shower door, before he started to run the water, beginning the process of washing and rewashing.
Dirty. He felt like he had betrayed James. He hadn’t had sex with his girlfriend physically but he had done so mentally at least. Could have been worse, could have had sex with her physically, he comforted his mind. He didn’t usually shower at night, unless he had a football match or football training in the evening. From his experience of having showers in the evening he had found it very difficult to get to sleep, but he wanted to wash this day away. He hated being rejected, even when there was no chance. ‘Rejection’ was simply a word that wasn’t in his vocabulary, like any word associated with the idea of failure. The sizzling water pelted away at his body, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to relax. His hands were covered with soap as he ran them through his body, from the back of his ears down to the rest of his body before washing it all off.