Anal Motivation

I have always liked things up my bum, a frequent schoolboy frolic.   Then I had a screwdriver handle which I enjoyed.   Now, of course we have every sort of plug and I have a selection.   Occasionally, if a foresee an undemanding day at work, I have a spell of anal inspiration.   Start of with the usual morning evacuation often followed by a wash out.  Then insert a ‘comfy’ plug, medium size with a narrow foot which sits easily between the bum cheeks.   For this I use a little spit for lube which makes a pop out less likely than with a real slippery job.  Then a tight pair of briefs which pulls my cheeks together helping to keep it all in.

The bus ride and walk to work sets me all a tingle, morning work activity tends to distract from sensations but come lunch time my crease is getting very sensitive from chafe, so remove the plug and have a wash up.  By then my pants are markedly damp and the prostate feeling active.   Through the afternoon I enjoy that opened up anus sensation and a plump cock which will be leaking slightly.   Come home time I pop the plug back in, it pretty much falls in on its own.

The bus ride produces sensations from the vibration  of the seat, altering my stance varies the input.   I know I am leaking well from that warm damp feeling in my crotch.  Looking at my fellow passengers I wonder if any are having a secret thrill, I note one girl often shifting in her seat, has she a magic egg in her vag?   Riding the same service daily one sees regular travellers on the lightly used route.   One young guy, probably a student, sits in the section where there is greater legroom.  He is always well spread displaying and impressive bulge sometimes slightly tented over a definable cockhead.    He is always reading a paperback.   I try to catch the title.  Is it porn?   I hope to see a developing wet spot!    And there is a girl in her 20’s who sits against the right side of the bus, her bag on her lap,   From the position of her arm I am sure it hides her hand in her panties.   She often has a dreamy look about her, I think I have heard the tell tale sounds of her going over the top.   She alights before me and one time she missed her stop.   By her fluster I guess she awoke from wet a reverie.   I wonder if this is her only opportunity or building up for further delights at home. 

The walk from the bus excites me and I have that tight sweaty sensation in my briefs.   I turn the lock, raise the heating and strip off down to my damp knickers.   Get some food cooking then crash on the sofa, pants off and go for it.  The growing urge is instantly satisfied.   Spunk all up my front.   I lie there enjoying the aftermath wondering about the girl on the bus with her hand in her undies.   I smell my supper warming, time to eat.   Out with the plug and have a wash up.   In the warm now, a naked supper plus a suggestive note form a close friend.   It’s nice to be loved.   Eventually to bed, I wear loose shorts for sleeping to soak up any leakage, intended or nocturnal.   My bum is still feeling tingly from a day of motivation.   I rub myself gently through the soft cotton/satin fabric.    I doubt I shall cum but it is very soothing.    I recall the note from my pal and our last meeting.  Sure enough my balls tell me there is more to cum.   I couple of brief squirts wet the pants such that, when I come to next morning to the jangle of the horrid alarm, they are stuck to my skin.   Another pair for the wash!