This is a quick thank you to fellow Solo Touch essayist Kimberly, author of 'Morning Wood,' for the tip and the orgasm.
Reading Solo Touch one evening, I found the story 'Morning Wood.' In the intro, the author Kimberly mentioned the sites that she likes to visit. Always on the search for powerful tales by regular folks, I tripped over to one of the other sites. There I discovered an anthology of stories that I had read nearly a decade ago but had lost to the internet's capriciousness.
My mind flooded with images as my cock flooded with blood when I saw the author's name and the titles on the screen. I recalled the glimpses of the stories that I held in my mind all these years which could still evoke my arousal. Clicking on, I bore through the stories eagerly, my heart racing like I had just reunited with old friends.
My cock raged as I raced through the memoir, drinking in the narrative like a parched man with water. I slowed in the sections that I had carried with me, relishing that the words appeared on the screen and no longer in my mind's eye.
I put my cock ring on, nuzzling the vibrator's knobbed cocoon against my tightened scrotum. My glans flared, the vein on the side of my shaft bulged. I felt a tingle at the base of my cock, causing it to jolt, forcing out a dollop of precum that slid down the side of my cock to the ring's band. I continued reading.
I slowed through another familiar sequence. I switched the vibrator on. My cock flexed involuntarily, engorging with blood. My corona distended angrily. I read on.
I began to flex my cock purposely, rhythmically. Pre-cum poured out, a strand connecting the tip of my cock to the seat of the chair beneath. I slowed again through another favorite part of the story. I stopped blinking. I leaned forward in the chair. The change in position pressed my scrotum against the vibrator, which also pushed the vibrating egg into the underside of my cock. I felt that familiar chain reaction starting: My orgasm was rolling deep within. I gulped in as many words as I could before I had to lean back, press my legs together and thrust my hips upwards. I grit my teeth and looked at my cock through my half-closed eyes.
My orgasm exploded through me, hurling the first blast of semen up to my left collarbone. My cock pulsed rapidly as my body jerked. The next shots landed on my stomach, with the final daubs, impeded by the ring, spilling out onto my waist. I shut the vibrator off and began catching my breath. As I detached the cock ring and began cleaning up, I thought, 'I must remember to thank Kimberly.'