Game Over. Game On - Sex Stories

Game Over. Game On

... pumping hard and fast, slow and twisting, forcing my foreskin back on my frenulum, pulling it back against my glans, causing a different kind of pain; sharper, restrictive … exquisite. I reached through my legs with my left hand and changed from pushing at the base of my cock, somewhere in the depths of my groin, and instead slid the tip of my middle finger over my puckered hole, wriggling it over the tight folds of my star before using the lubrication of the soap to push my fingertip slowly into my tingling hole. I leant against the wall and squatted slightly on aching thighs to allow myself better access and used the butt of my hand to push on the base of my cock as my fingers had done. Sensations welled at the base of my cock and in my arse and my hand pumped faster along the length of my cock before the sensations built and I concentrated on pumping hard on my glans. The middle finger of my left hand was fixed hard against the front wall of my rectum as far as I could reach whilst my right hand increased speed, pumped and then slowed as the actions changed to match the event. My thighs bucked through nerve twitches that were enhanced by my earlier exertions on the pitch and the tingling in the base of my cock built to a crescendo that worked its way along the length of my cock before exploding a large rope of spunk across the shower, followed by two smaller spurts. My legs and hips bucked as the sensations built and subsided in an intense burst of nervous energy. I ...

... stood there panting, my breathing heavy, my mouth open and my eyes closed. I withdrew the finger from my arse, straightened my legs slightly and leaned back into the water, eyes still closed. "Wow! That was worth watching!" At the sound of the voice I jolted, immediately straightened my legs fully and stood upright, cracking my head on the shower nozzle above me. I slipped in the soapy water and slid, catching myself on pipework. My eyes worked overtime trying to focus through the water streaming down my face as my mouth fought for breath and my brain fought the pain on the top of my head to try and make sense of the situation. I’d recognised the voice straight away and, rubbing my head, moved away from the water to confirm who it was. Katja stood there, a wry grin on her face. "Kat!" I said, still coming to my senses, "How the fuck did you get in here? I thought I was locked in!" "Oh you were, big boy," she replied, "but so was I when I nipped in to use the loo!" My brain abandoned me and I stammered a response. "I, I, I..." "You, you, you, what?" she mocked through a pursed smile. "You need some help?" My eyes were like saucers as she moved across to the bench which ran along the far wall of the shower room with my solitary towel hanging above it. She sat down, lowered her chin and looked at me past her furrowed brow. "Well?" she said, her mouth pursuing around the 'w' and her tongue ending the word on the bottom of her teeth before rolling away behind the cover of her perfect ...