I woke with such a desire. As the haze of a dream lifted from my mind, my hand slid through the twisted covers of the bed to the root of my desire. My cock felt so hot against my abs, fully erect and sensitive to my finger caresses. I closed my eyes as my left hand circled my cock and my right fell to cup my heavy balls in my hand. The skin of my sex was smooth and silky from the previous evenings shower and with the first upward stroke of my hand I felt a drop of slippery pre-cum slip from the head. So soon, I thought, wow. That must have been some dream! I let my mind wander and imagined Samantha in a fantasy.
Samantha is a sweet young girl that works at a coffee shop near my house and every morning I see her I wonder what it would be like to have her in bed. I imagine how her pert breasts smell once freed from their bonds, how her nipples taste on my lips, how her thighs feel rubbing softly against mine. But most of all I like to think about her lips pursed around my shaft. Her warm breath falling on the tip of my cock as she tells me "I want you to cum in my mouth. You taste so good, I love the way your face twists in pleasure when you cum in my mouth." With her words at an end, Sam returns her attention to my shaft. Her head bobbing up and down, cheeks bowed in as she applies gentle suckling pressure to my aching cock. Her eyes never leave mine as she works her wet, velvety tongue along the underside of my shaft. She stares directly into my eyes as she tries to smile while her mouth is filled with flesh.
Pulling her lips back from my cock with a "pop", Sam strokes my shaft as she whispers the words "Cum for me. Splash your cream on my lips...my tongue...all over me." Giving in to the pleasure I let out a low moan and look right into her eyes as I shoot all over her face. The first splash lands on her cheek and the second streaks right into her open mouth. Without missing a drop, Sam covers the head of my cock with her lips and swirls her tongue over the head of my cock as I shoot again and again into her mouth. When I am finished she lets a small bit of her treasure slip from the corner of her mouth. I love the way she looks with a bit of cum running down her smiling cheek.
Back in the real world I am stroking my cock, now slippery with pre-cum at a rapid pace. When I am right at the edge of climax I jump out of the bed and race into the bathroom and into the cold shower. The icy water takes all though of orgasmic bliss out of my mind and in a moment I am back in control of my passions. I want to keep this sexual tension all day long. I turn on the hot water and finish my shower in a more comfortable temperature. Before I am finished though I take a razor and shave the short hairs from my balls and the base of my still hard shaft. I love the way my cock stands out sexily from the trimmed short hairs of my pubes. More than that though, I love the extra sensations I get from my balls when they are caresses by my partner, or by my own hand for that matter.
The rest of the morning went without incident but not without more fantasies. I couldn't get the thought of sex out of my mind. The stifled orgasm had everything to do with that and I was secretly grateful. I had a plan today and I wanted to carry it out with as much pleasure as I could. A few years back when I was 18 I went into an adult bookstore on a corner near my house. I was a really horny kid, still in high school I looked a lot older than I was and getting into the place was not a problem. I used to take the lunch money that my Mom advanced me and go into the peepshow booths.