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By *renz OP Man
over a year ago
Between Chichester and Havant |
Wanktastic sat on the floor, back against the wall, trousers and underwear around his ankles, laptop on his thighs, his tiny flacid cock in his hand.
The laptop he was watching was showing porn, a girl being licked out by another who was being fucked by a man. The scene didn't seem to work for wanktastic, who just seemed unable to get hard. He'd joined fab, like many other men in the hope of being up to the eyes with pussy, but like many others it hadn't happened. like many he blamed others for his lack of success.
As he lay there cock in hand, through the wall he could hear his neighbours television. The news was on and he could hear Boris giving a press conference and strangely he felt his cock tingling. Concentrating on the images in front of him, his mind kept being drawn back to the sound emitting through the walls. His cock started growing, stiffening in his hand. What was going on? He hated the Tories, the blonde buffoon as he liked to call Boris. Besides he was straight!
Strange as it seemed his cock was getting harder and he was able to live up to his username. As he became more vigorous he knocked the keys on the laptop, next time he looked down it was showing an eight man daisy chain. All in rhythm, pounding the arse in front of them. Not wanting to stop now he watched the action in front of him, the drone of the telly behind his head, the feeling starting at the base of his cock. Hips thrusting forward almost matching that of those fucking each others arse on the screen, he felt what used to be the familiar feeling starting deep within him. His hand a blur as it moved up and down his cock, covering and uncovering it in his fist, looking at the screen, almost timing his cum with those on the screen, he let out a garbled shout as he dribbled all over his hand. He'd done it! He'd finally cum. After all these months!
As he came down from his high, he began to ponder what had happened. For some reason he hadn't been able to cum since, well not since he'd given that woman £20 for a fuck. That was a mistake. She smelt as bad as her flat but at the time he needed the release. Since then, even watching his favourite porn, he hadn't been able to get a hard on, let alone cum! What on earth had just happened? It seems as if the news had started it, listening to, he could barely say his name, Boris. Left his mouth full of distaste. But then the gay porn, that really seemed to finish him off. It couldn't be, he was straight! But there was the result, sliding down his hand.
This was something he would dwell on over the next few days. |
