Tim knows he’s sexy and that his cock turns me on.

That’s one of the things I love about him.  Him knowing how cunt-twitchingly hot he is. His cock turns me on so much! I had wondered if he’d be nervous about showing me the final part. The happy ending. The dick squirt. The utmost desire of my throbbing, hungry cunt: the cum shot.

He grabs the shower head and rinses all the bubbles from his body, flashing me a glimpse of his rounded ass as he turns. It’s swift and decisive as if he’s done with the foreplay now, and it’s time to fully fuck himself. More dick-stroking, even faster now. More determined. Lots of short, powerful strokes around the head with that tight grip. His forehead is creased in concentration and his mouth is open, just like mine as I observe. Eagle-eyed to every detail, like the way he’s jerking so fast now. His hand is almost a blur, with flashes of the fat, dark, shining head of his cock poking out from the ring made between his thumb and forefinger.

His cock is full with blood and pulsing with that urgent need to come.

He starts to make more noises, that’s how I know he’s about to shoot spunk: those ohs and ahs and mmmms and the heavy-lunged panting that tells me he’s not just pleasing himself now, he’s doing his best to drain himself. Grabbing the shower rail again, for balance, so he can fully exert all his energy onto the task in hand. Getting close, then closer, all the while building those grunts to a crescendo. that is music to my outrageously perverted ears. Then a second—just a split second—of pure calm. Just as there’s a moment of stillness from his balls, taut and full of cum and desperate to be emptied, so there’s also a second of silence before he lets rip. It’s like he is so focused on coming that he’s forgotten how to speak at all.

Then ah ha!

Thick white cum, in fat, satisfying ropes, twitches from the end of his cock. Moans too, as his throat opens and pours out a sound to go with the substance. Rich, hot globs of spunk get caught in his still-beating hand as he lets out deep grunts of release. One spurt, then another, and another. The sounds echoing off the granite bathroom walls, accompanied by the spunk pumping wetly from his cock, dribbling down his body and into the torrent of water that rinses them away.

It took less than twenty minutes. The vision that is this man abandoning himself to the simple, casual joy of jacking himself off  will be permanently etched onto my mind. It is a privilege getting a glimpse of him in a moment that is simultaneously powerful and vulnerable. The force with which he came juxtaposed with the tremble in his thighs as he did so is something I will always be grateful for.

When he steps out of the shower to towel himself dry, his dick is post-fuck hard.  I can still see the veins thudding with blood as it thumps back down the shaft. He glances at himself in the mirror the way I imagine he does when he leaves the gym. And this is truly a workout to be proud of!

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