Left unlocked and knowing it was wrong, I couldn’t help myself. I was in a place where I could jack off in private, but not so secluded that it was guaranteed I wouldn’t be caught. But I had to. Had to. Now or never.
I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft and indulged. Quickly, alarmingly so, I was on the edge of coming. And I wanted to. I intended to. No one would know unless they walked in on me. They might, but I couldn’t stop. I focused my efforts on fast, short strokes near the head of the penis. The final stage of masturbation that would lead inevitably to spewing my long-denied orgasm. Oh god, I wanted it so bad. I wanted to feel it so, so bad.
Stroking. Quickly. So close. So…close. Just…close. Why…why am I not coming? I’m stroking. I can feel it in my balls. I can feel the orgasm right there. I’m stuck on the edge. I can’t make it happen. I can’t come. I’m…
…in bed. My hand wrapped around the hard, unyielding, packed steel.
I will myself back to sleep. Back to the fantasy.
And there I was again. Different place. But the same in that I could have been found out. If someone had looked in just the right place. They would have seen me just like I could see them. They would have seen me totally nude, contorted so that I was jacking off over my face, mouth open. Ready to eat it. Wanting to. And again, I was right on the edge. So close. Balls tight and tingling and the pressure of the impending eruption building along the hard shaft in my hand. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to accept the inevitable.
Stroking. Faster. Faster. Oh, god, so close. So fucking close. Right there. Right…there…
And I’m awake again. Sharp, tight pain from the steel tube. So tight. Throbbing. I try to stroke the tube and the PA fixing pulls on the PA ring and makes it hurt even more. Impossible.
My heart is pounding. The steel won’t relent. I’m so horny. Desperate. Consumed.
Just another Locktober night.