I pulled my hand away. I couldn't...wouldn't do it. ...but...then I started thinking about the consequences if I didn't. If my...dick...(a thought that was hard to process, let me tell you)...stayed hard, then what would I do? I'd be walking around with a bulge in my leotard halfway up my stomach! Then the others would see and...oh Azar, the humliation! I'd never be able to walk among them again.
With that thought in my head, I really didn't have a choice (and besides, I really, REALLY wanted to). With a shaking hand, I grasped my dick and started stroking. It felt good...and the faster I went, the better it felt. The water beating down on my stiff cock and achingly hard nipples didn't exactly hinder my steady progress toward an orgasm.
I had given a hand job to a couple of guys...not at the same time, obviously. ...look, it was truth or dare and I got dare, okay? It was either that or diddle myself in front of my friends and I would never do that. Anyway, I knew a few things about it. Picking up the soap, I lathered up hand up before returning it to work.
"Oh Azar..." I hissed through clenched teeth, my hand going so fast that it seemed to blur. I now understood why boys did this so much. It felt great to finger myself, but this had a more immediate, rewarding pleasure. Something about feeling so much meat in my hand and knowing it was mine also inspired a strange feeling of pride in me. "Fu...fuck...oh Azar, I...I'm gonna..." I whispered to myself, images of all sorts of people pleasuring me and me pleasuring them flashing in my head as my dick let loose with an audible splurt. I slipped, grabbing the towel rack back to save myself from a bump on the head. My dick jerked a little more, two more jets shooting out before it just flowed out in a river. I panted, trying to make the spots go away from my vision. Given how much I just let out, I must have had internal testicles.
My member shrivelling, it was soon so small that I couldn't see it anymore. It must have been tiny when flacid and huge when hard. Not scientifically possible, but I had just woken up with a penis. That wasn't possible either. You either have one when you're born or get one through surgery. And I hadn't had surgery. Getting out of the shower, I put my clothes back on. Okay...all I had to do was get through my day without getting hard again. Shouldn't be difficult, given how much self control I have. ...Azar, when I have stupid thoughts, I REALLY have stupid thoughts. |