I got to the house tonight and I could already feel my balls have that familiar ache. The deep ache of needing pleasure, needing to be touched, caressed, squeezed.
I start painting the room, edging this time, getting all the corners and places the roller just wouldn't do. It's too fucking hot, I can already feel the sweat forming on my chest. I take my shirt off then say fuck it and the rest of my clothes come off too. I know no one can see me, I'm nude and alone and free to indulge.
I resume painting and without even really noticing my free hand finds my balls and start massaging them. Rolling them back and forth, squeezing them a little too hard and feeling them tense. My hand travels along my soft penis over the head and back down past my balls to gently rub my tight anus. Thoughts of shoving a plug deep in my ass while my cock is been sucked on invade me mind. My cock jumps
I continue painting, my cock fluctuating from a pulsing erection to a soft semi. I lose focus on painting, regain it only for my cock to ache for attention.
I have to stans up on the stool, both hands now free and I fear someone may see my nude form with my cock at rigid attention, I know a couple cute girls live next door and I know they can't see but it's fun to think about them catching my walking past a window.
I finish painting, I want to stroke myself but there is much to do still.
I soon find myself on my hands in knees cleaning the floor. Like a filthy slut my cock is now drilling and my heart races and I feel blood surge into my cock as I watch a drop leak out and start to swing pendulously towards the ground. I can't help but arch my back and push my ass out, spreading the cheeks, wanting someone to be waiting, watching, me debase myself. I reach back and slide my finger over my cock, gathering the precum. I greedily suck it into my mouth and softly moan as the heavy salty flavor invade my mouth.
What to do, debase myself on the floor, sweating and frantically fucking my cock with my hand into I come moaning and shaking on the floor. I want it, I want it so bad. But I also want to build the ache, I want these thoughts to invade my mind, to intoxicate me, to overwhelm me.
I twitch and leak, fantasize of being fucked, of fucking someone, of shoving my face into a dripping cunt and bringing them to the edge and keeping them there until they beg and plead for a release. I want to beg and plead, I need to be kept on edge like a filthy slut. I need to be edged and denied.
Fuck my cock looks delicious right now, angry and red, swollen and dripping, pulsing...and pulsing....eager to be thrust into anything. I can't help but stroke it. I play games with myself tl justify pumping my load all over my chest, or denying it until later. I feel it getting closer, but I can tell it won't be as good. I keep stroking, pushing to the edge I moan out 'fucck my slutty fucking cock please'.
And I stop, I don't deserve this, not yet. The ache isn't strong enough, I haven't earned the release, and no one has given me permission.
I put on my clothes, get dressed, clean up and leave the house. The ache will remain, it will persist and will only grow more intense, and next time I'll want, need, crave it more, and it Will be better