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Futuristic Masturbation Fantasy (Part I)

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A fantasy about a world of the future where masturbation and nudity are not taboo. First of two parts. The second part will be written if this received favorable reaction


What a morning to be alive! The morning was already warm, there was a charge in the air, and I woke up with morning wood. I thought about stroking it, but I kind of liked the way it hung there in mid-air.  I swung it back and forth a few times to feel the weight of it and laughed a bit.  But there was no time to play. I had to be to work in a half hour. Another busy day at Markhall Global. I got my shower and ate a quick bite before dressing for work. I went to my drawer and pulled out some work briefs. These were actually skimpier that regulations allowed. The designer made the sides about a half inch shorter than Markhall requires. However, they have overlooked these regulations lately because of the oppressive heat—especially since Markhall was partially responsible for the recent change in climate.  The skimpier briefs were the fashion of late, and I loved how this pair perfectly showed off my ass and my package.  I stepped into my bikinis, put on a tank top and a pair of sneakers and set off for work. As I was walking down the sidewalk towards work, I felt the breeze on my skin and the sun on my face. It made me happy, and the bulge in my briefs made it apparent how happy I was.  I strode towards the coffee shop displaying my hard-on to the passers-by, occasionally getting appreciative looks. I was feeling it today. I entered the coffee shop and waited in line behind a young man in boxer briefs. I wondered what he had dressed up for today. Job interview? Finally, it was my turn.  The barista was a woman in her early 20’s wearing a pair of hip-hugger panties and an apron. I ordered my coffee. I noticed the barista was eying my boner. I felt my pride swell.  “You have a very nice erection”, she commented.  I smiled.  “We have a comfortable lounge through that doorway”, she indicated. “Would you care to masturbate with us today?” I declined.  “No thanks.  I’m kind of enjoying the sensation. I think I’ll wear it to work”. She smiled and went on to the next customer. Coffee house lounges were usually a nice place to play with oneself. They had comfortable furniture and ambiance. It usually wasn’t my thing, though. All those people in there, beating off to images on their phones or computers. The loud cacophony of porn moans filled the lounge. It would do in a pinch, though. If I was out and had the urge to masturbate, there were worse places to do it. As I was leaving, I caught a glimpse of a table of women enjoying their coffee and themselves. They must have just dropped their kids off at school and stopped in for some coffee, chit-chat and a wank. “Soccer moms”, I guessed.  This made my dick a little bit harder. I finally got to work. I loved working at Markhall. So many nice people work there.  I scanned the lobby, looking for people I knew. I saw a large number of attractive workers in their skimpiest briefs and bikinis.  The women mostly wore bikinis, but recently some opted to go topless—having won a lawsuit for equal treatment in the workplace.  I ran into my supervisor, Gloria. Of course, she never went topless. She was dressed in a set of pinstriped shorts and sports bra. She disapprovingly looked at my erection as I passed by, but she didn’t say anything.  She couldn’t. I got to my office, took off my shirt and got ready for a busy workday.  I sat down at my desk and started punching the computer keys.  I had about 10 hours of analysis ahead of me.  The work was a little stressful, but I was getting stuff done. As I got engrossed in my work, I felt my erection fade. That was a little sad. I found myself reaching down and stroking it back to hard every once in a while when nobody was looking. After three hours of work, I got up to get a cup of coffee. I must have overdone it on the covert stroking under the desk. My penis was fully erect and poking at the fabric of my work briefs. It was so hard that the elastic waistband no longer met the front of my body. I was really pushing the envelope.   I paraded down the hall for my cup of coffee.  To my dismay, I ran into Gloria. “Jeff, come here. I need to talk to you”, she said. These are words no employee wants to hear from his supervisor. I walked over to where she was standing.  She stared down into the opening in my briefs caused by my straining hard-on.  She stared directly at my naked penis and then looked up at me. “You’ve been in a state of arousal all day”, she said. “Within normal levels, though”, I added quickly. She paused, choosing her next words carefully. She knew she was on thin ice. According to the new labor regulations, a supervisor was not allowed to reprimand an employee for natural biological functions. It was now forbidden for employers to discipline their workers for having erect penises, as long as the arousal was a normal function of the average worker of his age. “You’re not in trouble”, she continued carefully, “and this is not a disciplinary action.  However, I’m afraid that your prolonged arousal might be affecting the efficiency of your work.  No matter how beautiful and natural your erection is, I need your full attention on your job.  And look at you.  Walking around erect for three hours, pupils dilated, and…” She reached down and touched the tip of my dick through my briefs. She brought her hand up and rubbed the viscous pre-cum between her thumb and forefinger. “…a wet stain on the front of your uniform.” She said, frowning. I was going to point out that this too was a natural and biological phenomenon, but I didn’t want to push the issue. “No, you’re not in trouble”, she repeated, “But I need you to get your head back into the game.  I want you to take a masturbation break and relieve yourself before you go back to work. I know I can’t force you to do that, but it would really help the team if you did”. “OK”, I told her. I was a little disappointed, though. I was enjoying my boner. Plus, a break would be an interruption of my work.  I was looking forward to getting some work done.  But she was the boss, so off to the masturbation lounge I went.   End of part one. Depending on reaction to this, I will write and release part two.  Let me know in the comments if you get off to this. Thanks for reading.

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