Lance

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It's Lance's birthday, and May's the Marvelous Month of Masturbation - you can see where I'm heading here, right? Either himself, or someone else thinking about him, and a whole heap of hot self-loving, please and thank you!

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"A present to himself"

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How is this?

"A present to himself"

Lance stood hot and wet in the shower, brining the handle up to rinse the soap and suds from his neck, down over his pecs and abs. He holds the shower handle forcing the shower head to spraying hot water up against his groin, helping to inflate his hardening cock. The heat pushing and flowing over his cock and balls feels relaxing and exciting all at the same time.

Images of this mornings activities flood Lance's mind as he looks down at his hard member. The image of Justin kneeling between his slightly spread legs fills Lance's vision. Lance grips his own cock firmly, remembering the sight of Justin's lips wrapped around him. Moaning as his hand moves the skin of his cock forward and back at the same rhythm Justin used with his mouth.

The heat, wetness and memories fill Lance from head to toe. The familiar and welcomed sensation building in his groin, from deep in his balls towards the head of his cock, reaches its peak as Lance moans his lover's name. It's the amazing feeling of cum surging from his balls, through his shaft and out of the head.

Leaning back against the shower wall exhausted, Lance opens his eyes when he hears clapping.

There Justin was standing in the bathroom doorway smiling and clapping at Lance's show of self love. Justin starts towards the shower saying, "Damn, that beats the birthday gift I was planning on giving you."

Re: "A present to himself"

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm shower sex *and* blowjobs *and* unintentional exhibitionism - that works for me ;)

the other side of the door.

[originalrahrah.livejournal.com]

this started out as something else and then i saw your request.
i don't know how it turned into self-love, but it's all yours.
enjoy.

Years of eating fast food, bad food and foreign food on the road. And the drinking, of course, took its toll, too. He always had a bottle of the white magic liquid nearby, just in case. It wasn’t at all remarkable that he had developed major stomach problems over the years. And now, even though she made sure he ate wholesome meals on a regular basis, he still spent a lot of time in the bathroom. He never seemed like he was in pain or distress when he excused himself politely and he always emerged relaxed and refreshed. In fact, he had been working out lately and everyone said he looked fabulously fit, tan and handsome, belying any illness at all. She didn’t dwell on it.
Their relationship was close and comfortable. They spent time together. She worked, he traveled. He was warm and generous. He thought she was pretty and funny.
Lance pushed the door closed gently until he heard the latch click. He sat down and unlocked his phone searching through the pictures till he came to the one he wanted. He licked his lips, then licked his hand. The hand slid down his stomach and inside his sweat pants closing around his prominent erection. Hard and hot, he began stroking slowly. It felt great. His breath quickened and the hand moved more rapidly. A drop glistened at the tip just before he rubbed it roughly with his thumb. He balanced the cell phone on the edge of the vanity so he could look at the screen and rub his chest with warm fingertips. He was sweaty and cold and struggling to keep his eyes open as his hands moved faster on his flesh. The energy within surged and throbbed through his veins until he couldn’t hold it back. It began in his core, swelled and erupted without warning. Released and sated, he exhaled deeply. He smiled.
‘Josh.’

Re: the other side of the door.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

ohh - there's something so *sad* about all the pretending and masks and - un-reached-ness in this. Nicely done.