I'm pretty nervous about posting this. English isn't
really a strength of mine and I've never
written anything before, let alone posted anything
here. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or
grammatical errors! I hope you enjoy this and
please please please leave me comments!
Morning Coffee: Ch.1
Chip. Chip. Chip.
My neighbors are still renovating. Why the fuck would somebody wake up at nine in the morning to renovate a washroom. Not even all the birds are up this early. That is probably not true, but what do I care? I want to sleep. I want to go back to sleep.
Fresh out of my deep slumber, I am not prepared to face my day. I’m more than just disoriented as I lay here in my bed. The light is on, which should be off. My window is open, which should be closed. My phone is… ringing? My heart just skipped a freaking beat. Nobody texts me this early in the morning! I’ll marinade in this feeling for a while—who am I kidding, its time to shake off the grog and read this text.
Groping his hand out from the sheet, Victor grabbed his cellphone from the bedside table. The text read:
[Blocked Number] 07/28/08
Text: Happy Birthday Victor.
(Someone remembered?)
Today, Rogers Wireless is giving you free texting and calling…
(Like I’ll use it.)
…to celebrate this special occasion.
(Gee, I do feel special.)
Thank you for using Rogers!
(You’re welcome… Asswipe.)
I’m speechless. I think someone just crushed me. I can feel a lump in a throat, like I’m trying to dry swallow a brick. My first birthday wish… is from an automated Rogers service text. I shouldn’t even get up. I’ll just snuggle with my nice blanket. Are you made of down my blanket? Are you made of polyester? It feels like… you’re made of comfort.
_________2 hours later.
“Mmmph”
I feel disgusting. My face is plastered onto my pillow with drool. It smells funny. No—it smells like me. It smells like the build-up and grime on my retainer. Well, that makes sense, both are kept in the same place. It’s 11:00 now. Maybe I should go shower… I think I need it.
One leg at a time, Victor climbed out of his still-warm bed and towards the washroom across the hall.
Why is it such a grueling task to have to climb out of bed? Its so comfy… so soft… so inviting and snuggly. I like the way it conforms to my body. The way it feels cool against my feet when I crawl in at night. The way it rubs against my member as I settle myself inside. It gives me chills. I don’t think I’ve gone straight to sleep in the past four months, I can’t help but to pleasure myself. Depending on the day, I either take my time or just go for it. Either way, I just lay on my side, my right arm stroking my cocks length, twisting around the reddened head, rolling my foreskin up and down and I just stroke. My left arm cups my balls. It doesn’t seem to feel that great, but it always makes me cum more.
I’ll bite my lip or bite the blanket, trying to suppress my moans. I feel my armpits perspiring, giving off a masculine musky scent. My balls sweat too, coating my fingers in sex. I can edge for a while, just breathing in my scent, rubbing my cock gently. It seems to always get bigger as I keep going at it. My pulse feels deeper, stronger and faster. It courses through my cock, along the veiny shaft, to the head, swollen and engorged. Is it the blood that makes my cock tingle? The sensations push me to go faster, but I try to hold on, trying to make this last. Rolling my balls gently between my fingers, I’ll move closer to my ass and roll onto my back for the easier access. One finger finds its way in, as I keep stroking myself. Pre-cum is drooling out of my cockhead by now, sticking to blanket as I thrust my hips. Another finger makes its way in. I can’t help it; I start to groan now.
I’m sticky with sweat, sticky with pre-cum, sticky with self-sex. My bed must smell by now, its so hot inside. My balls pull up, snuggled in my groin. Deep inside me, I’ll feel it start to happen. I want to hold on, enjoy this sensation. Slowing my strokes, torturing my cock, I can feel the blood pulse even stronger, dragging along the length of my cock and swirling along the head. My balls almost hurt by now, wanting release. That pleasure and pain rise slowly along my cock. I should stop, delay this more, but my pre-cum just makes my hand slide faster and easily. I’ll mutter some kind of gibberish and picture myself being fucked. My fingers try to dig deeper, rubbing along my prostate. This is overwhelming. As I contract, my ass tightens around my fingers, pulling them in deeper. I can’t help my moaning. My cum makes its way up from deep inside my balls and builds up just around the head. Fuck. I’m going wild by now, wriggling in my bed, soaked with sweat, drooling pre-cum from my cock, thrusting, fingering, bracing myself.
The build-up will release; wild explosions of pleasure surging through my groin. My toes curl as cum gushes out of my cock, through the swollen head and through my piss slit. It coats my hands and fingers, lubing my strokes. I can hear myself moaning along to the beat of my strokes. My heart feels like it’ll jump straight out of my chest. My hard prostate pushing against my fingers, in a vice with my ass. My eyes are closed; there are no images, just sensations. I probably forgot to breathe for the last ten seconds, taking a deep breathe now gives me a whiff of my work. My toes uncurl, my eyes flicker open. I can feel sweat beaded on my forehead, in my armpits, along my ass, between my thighs.
Life is great. I just sit there soaking up all the pleasure I’ve just experienced. I take my hands to wipe up the cum that hasn’t soaked into the bed or blanket, and bring it to my mouth, where I’ll suck my fingers clean. My cum is delicious, such a hearty flavor. Its not really salty, its sometimes bitter, but it always tastes great, mingling around my teeth, and finding its way down my throat. Life is great right after an orgasm. Life is great right after an orgasm in my own bed. But I’m not in my bed.
Victor trudged his way inside the washroom. The tiles felt cool as he approached the shower, turning on the hot water tap, and sliding down the plastic shower curtain. Relieving his bladder, while waiting for the water to heat up, Victor was oblivious to someone entering the house. The water pounding against the tub was too loud. After cleaning himself and flushing the toilet, he stepped into the scalding water, washing away last night’s dried cum and filth.
This feels great. I don’t get how people can take showers with just warm water. It has to be hot for me. Its fun watching the water run across my body, its so unpredictable. Draping over my shoulders, along my arms, off my elbows, across my chest, down my abs, around my cock. Wait—what was that? I hope I’m just going crazy, I’ll go check that out when I’m done in here.
In the hallway, a picture frame lay on the ground. Panicking after knocking over a picture frame onto the ground, the man saw after a place to hide. There were three doors: the bedroom, the washroom and a closet. He chose the closet.
Victor turned off the water and reached from the shower to grab his towel. Drying his hair first, body second and legs last, he tried to make his way out of the tub, tripping in the process.
This is just not my day… I hope I don’t get a bruise from this. My right forearm hurts like a bitch already. Maybe I should have turned on the fan, everything is so steamy in here, its hard to breathe. Whatever, I’ll just get dressed in my room.
Grabbing his clothes, with the thrown over his head, Victor made his way across the hall towards his bedroom. Not noticing the picture frame on the ground, he stepped on the glass cover. With a developing bruise on his right arm, and glass in his left heel, he hobbled away into his room.
What the heck? I don’t remember that there when I got up. Maybe I just didn’t notice, I can’t perceive anything right until I shower. Ah, thank god the skin on my heel is thick, this stuff might have gotten deep if I stepped on it differently. Happy birthday to me, I hope god isn’t trying to kill me today. I don’t feel like running today, my foot is pretty scratched up anyway. I probably would have been hit by a car, haha.
Finishing drying himself, Victor threw his towel onto the foot of his bed. Grabbing the lotion from the bedside table, he lathered on the thick lotion to his legs, rubbing gently over his knee to his well defined calf muscles.
The man from the closet didn’t hear any disturbances from the hall, since Victor had gone into his room. Maybe it was time for him to emerge from the closet. Slowly turning the knob and sliding the door open, he sneaked his way out and down the hallway, stopping to look through the tiny opening of Victor’s door.
This lotion smells nice. I don’t remember where I got this stuff. Man, it was only yesterday too. It smells like tangerines, melons and freshness. It almost smells like… someone I know. Ah what do I care who it smells like, I just enjoy the smell.
Standing still outside the door, the stranger’s breathing got heavier. Victor wasn’t being discrete about anything. The blinds were completely pulled up and the door wasn’t closed. Yearning to get a closer look, the man dared to kneel down and look closer. Victor was starting to rub the lotion higher up his leg, slowly up his thigh. With a growing erection, the man tried to readjust his package.
My cock is growing. Looks like this lotion will do more than just drench my skin with moisture. Wait, what’s that ruffling noise? Its coming from… the door? What is it… is it a person? How scary. Why do I have to live alone? Crap!
Standing up from the bed, Victor desperately searched for anything he could use to defend himself. The stranger didn’t notice, struggling to quietly ease the tension his briefs strained on his cock, struggling too much to keep watching Victor. As the door opened wider, the man found himself looking up into Victor, struck with horror, holding an envelope opener. The envelope opener found its way into the man’s shoulder.
Victor: OH SHIT!
Man: [Screams through his teeth]
Wait! Stop!
Victor continued to look for sharp objects, too busy to notice who it was. Wincing in pain, the man scooted further into the hallway, and pulled the envelope opener from his shoulder.
Whoa! Someone was actually there. I’m so screwed, I’ve never taken any self-defense classes! Why is there nothing sharp in this room!? Maybe I can just surrender to him and he can spare me. Someone will come to save me eventually, right?
Victor: You better stay away from me! I have a gun!
Who am I kidding. Maybe he’ll believe me though.
Man: Just hold on a second!
Victor: STAY AWAY!
From the hallway, the man gripped his shoulder tightly and stepped into the bedroom. Blood was dripping down his arms, off his fingers. Curled up in the corner, Victor looked up in shock. He was terrified, and obviously had no gun.
more to come soon...
really a strength of mine and I've never
written anything before, let alone posted anything
here. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or
grammatical errors! I hope you enjoy this and
please please please leave me comments!
Morning Coffee: Ch.1
Chip. Chip. Chip.
My neighbors are still renovating. Why the fuck would somebody wake up at nine in the morning to renovate a washroom. Not even all the birds are up this early. That is probably not true, but what do I care? I want to sleep. I want to go back to sleep.
Fresh out of my deep slumber, I am not prepared to face my day. I’m more than just disoriented as I lay here in my bed. The light is on, which should be off. My window is open, which should be closed. My phone is… ringing? My heart just skipped a freaking beat. Nobody texts me this early in the morning! I’ll marinade in this feeling for a while—who am I kidding, its time to shake off the grog and read this text.
Groping his hand out from the sheet, Victor grabbed his cellphone from the bedside table. The text read:
[Blocked Number] 07/28/08
Text: Happy Birthday Victor.
(Someone remembered?)
Today, Rogers Wireless is giving you free texting and calling…
(Like I’ll use it.)
…to celebrate this special occasion.
(Gee, I do feel special.)
Thank you for using Rogers!
(You’re welcome… Asswipe.)
I’m speechless. I think someone just crushed me. I can feel a lump in a throat, like I’m trying to dry swallow a brick. My first birthday wish… is from an automated Rogers service text. I shouldn’t even get up. I’ll just snuggle with my nice blanket. Are you made of down my blanket? Are you made of polyester? It feels like… you’re made of comfort.
_________2 hours later.
“Mmmph”
I feel disgusting. My face is plastered onto my pillow with drool. It smells funny. No—it smells like me. It smells like the build-up and grime on my retainer. Well, that makes sense, both are kept in the same place. It’s 11:00 now. Maybe I should go shower… I think I need it.
One leg at a time, Victor climbed out of his still-warm bed and towards the washroom across the hall.
Why is it such a grueling task to have to climb out of bed? Its so comfy… so soft… so inviting and snuggly. I like the way it conforms to my body. The way it feels cool against my feet when I crawl in at night. The way it rubs against my member as I settle myself inside. It gives me chills. I don’t think I’ve gone straight to sleep in the past four months, I can’t help but to pleasure myself. Depending on the day, I either take my time or just go for it. Either way, I just lay on my side, my right arm stroking my cocks length, twisting around the reddened head, rolling my foreskin up and down and I just stroke. My left arm cups my balls. It doesn’t seem to feel that great, but it always makes me cum more.
I’ll bite my lip or bite the blanket, trying to suppress my moans. I feel my armpits perspiring, giving off a masculine musky scent. My balls sweat too, coating my fingers in sex. I can edge for a while, just breathing in my scent, rubbing my cock gently. It seems to always get bigger as I keep going at it. My pulse feels deeper, stronger and faster. It courses through my cock, along the veiny shaft, to the head, swollen and engorged. Is it the blood that makes my cock tingle? The sensations push me to go faster, but I try to hold on, trying to make this last. Rolling my balls gently between my fingers, I’ll move closer to my ass and roll onto my back for the easier access. One finger finds its way in, as I keep stroking myself. Pre-cum is drooling out of my cockhead by now, sticking to blanket as I thrust my hips. Another finger makes its way in. I can’t help it; I start to groan now.
I’m sticky with sweat, sticky with pre-cum, sticky with self-sex. My bed must smell by now, its so hot inside. My balls pull up, snuggled in my groin. Deep inside me, I’ll feel it start to happen. I want to hold on, enjoy this sensation. Slowing my strokes, torturing my cock, I can feel the blood pulse even stronger, dragging along the length of my cock and swirling along the head. My balls almost hurt by now, wanting release. That pleasure and pain rise slowly along my cock. I should stop, delay this more, but my pre-cum just makes my hand slide faster and easily. I’ll mutter some kind of gibberish and picture myself being fucked. My fingers try to dig deeper, rubbing along my prostate. This is overwhelming. As I contract, my ass tightens around my fingers, pulling them in deeper. I can’t help my moaning. My cum makes its way up from deep inside my balls and builds up just around the head. Fuck. I’m going wild by now, wriggling in my bed, soaked with sweat, drooling pre-cum from my cock, thrusting, fingering, bracing myself.
The build-up will release; wild explosions of pleasure surging through my groin. My toes curl as cum gushes out of my cock, through the swollen head and through my piss slit. It coats my hands and fingers, lubing my strokes. I can hear myself moaning along to the beat of my strokes. My heart feels like it’ll jump straight out of my chest. My hard prostate pushing against my fingers, in a vice with my ass. My eyes are closed; there are no images, just sensations. I probably forgot to breathe for the last ten seconds, taking a deep breathe now gives me a whiff of my work. My toes uncurl, my eyes flicker open. I can feel sweat beaded on my forehead, in my armpits, along my ass, between my thighs.
Life is great. I just sit there soaking up all the pleasure I’ve just experienced. I take my hands to wipe up the cum that hasn’t soaked into the bed or blanket, and bring it to my mouth, where I’ll suck my fingers clean. My cum is delicious, such a hearty flavor. Its not really salty, its sometimes bitter, but it always tastes great, mingling around my teeth, and finding its way down my throat. Life is great right after an orgasm. Life is great right after an orgasm in my own bed. But I’m not in my bed.
Victor trudged his way inside the washroom. The tiles felt cool as he approached the shower, turning on the hot water tap, and sliding down the plastic shower curtain. Relieving his bladder, while waiting for the water to heat up, Victor was oblivious to someone entering the house. The water pounding against the tub was too loud. After cleaning himself and flushing the toilet, he stepped into the scalding water, washing away last night’s dried cum and filth.
This feels great. I don’t get how people can take showers with just warm water. It has to be hot for me. Its fun watching the water run across my body, its so unpredictable. Draping over my shoulders, along my arms, off my elbows, across my chest, down my abs, around my cock. Wait—what was that? I hope I’m just going crazy, I’ll go check that out when I’m done in here.
In the hallway, a picture frame lay on the ground. Panicking after knocking over a picture frame onto the ground, the man saw after a place to hide. There were three doors: the bedroom, the washroom and a closet. He chose the closet.
Victor turned off the water and reached from the shower to grab his towel. Drying his hair first, body second and legs last, he tried to make his way out of the tub, tripping in the process.
This is just not my day… I hope I don’t get a bruise from this. My right forearm hurts like a bitch already. Maybe I should have turned on the fan, everything is so steamy in here, its hard to breathe. Whatever, I’ll just get dressed in my room.
Grabbing his clothes, with the thrown over his head, Victor made his way across the hall towards his bedroom. Not noticing the picture frame on the ground, he stepped on the glass cover. With a developing bruise on his right arm, and glass in his left heel, he hobbled away into his room.
What the heck? I don’t remember that there when I got up. Maybe I just didn’t notice, I can’t perceive anything right until I shower. Ah, thank god the skin on my heel is thick, this stuff might have gotten deep if I stepped on it differently. Happy birthday to me, I hope god isn’t trying to kill me today. I don’t feel like running today, my foot is pretty scratched up anyway. I probably would have been hit by a car, haha.
Finishing drying himself, Victor threw his towel onto the foot of his bed. Grabbing the lotion from the bedside table, he lathered on the thick lotion to his legs, rubbing gently over his knee to his well defined calf muscles.
The man from the closet didn’t hear any disturbances from the hall, since Victor had gone into his room. Maybe it was time for him to emerge from the closet. Slowly turning the knob and sliding the door open, he sneaked his way out and down the hallway, stopping to look through the tiny opening of Victor’s door.
This lotion smells nice. I don’t remember where I got this stuff. Man, it was only yesterday too. It smells like tangerines, melons and freshness. It almost smells like… someone I know. Ah what do I care who it smells like, I just enjoy the smell.
Standing still outside the door, the stranger’s breathing got heavier. Victor wasn’t being discrete about anything. The blinds were completely pulled up and the door wasn’t closed. Yearning to get a closer look, the man dared to kneel down and look closer. Victor was starting to rub the lotion higher up his leg, slowly up his thigh. With a growing erection, the man tried to readjust his package.
My cock is growing. Looks like this lotion will do more than just drench my skin with moisture. Wait, what’s that ruffling noise? Its coming from… the door? What is it… is it a person? How scary. Why do I have to live alone? Crap!
Standing up from the bed, Victor desperately searched for anything he could use to defend himself. The stranger didn’t notice, struggling to quietly ease the tension his briefs strained on his cock, struggling too much to keep watching Victor. As the door opened wider, the man found himself looking up into Victor, struck with horror, holding an envelope opener. The envelope opener found its way into the man’s shoulder.
Victor: OH SHIT!
Man: [Screams through his teeth]
Wait! Stop!
Victor continued to look for sharp objects, too busy to notice who it was. Wincing in pain, the man scooted further into the hallway, and pulled the envelope opener from his shoulder.
Whoa! Someone was actually there. I’m so screwed, I’ve never taken any self-defense classes! Why is there nothing sharp in this room!? Maybe I can just surrender to him and he can spare me. Someone will come to save me eventually, right?
Victor: You better stay away from me! I have a gun!
Who am I kidding. Maybe he’ll believe me though.
Man: Just hold on a second!
Victor: STAY AWAY!
From the hallway, the man gripped his shoulder tightly and stepped into the bedroom. Blood was dripping down his arms, off his fingers. Curled up in the corner, Victor looked up in shock. He was terrified, and obviously had no gun.
more to come soon...
