Jack off, skip the gym
From Create Your Own Story
Fuck it you think, I can always start my routine tomorrow. You can feel your hard cock pressing up under the waistband of your Calvins. You slide your thumbs under the faded elastic band of your briefs and lift the front up and over your dick, sliding them down your thighs. You let your underwear fall to your ankles and step out of them giving them a slight kick towards the hamper in your closet as you fall back on the bed.
Damn that alarm you think, closing your eyes for a second trying to summon up the awesome dream you were having before being rudely awakened.
You lay back, left hand snaking down to grip your dick. You reach over and grab the lube you keep in the drawer beneath your bed. You squirt some onto your palm letting your hand slide up the full 7 inches. Visions of the university swim team hitting the lockers after practice fill your mind. So many men stripping out of their speedos, heading for the showers to soap up.
Through the steam you can see your friend Paul. He's got his back to you, well-muscled back tapering into a smooth dimpled bubble butt. Your cock starts to throb and your eyes squint as you struggle to prevent yourself from cumming too soon while concentrating on your dream. Paul, looks over his shoulder at you, tossing you a winning smile as he's turning on the shower. He winks at you and jerks his head motioning for you to come over. -bzzzt- Your phone buzzes again to let you know you've received a text, momentarily snapping you out of your lurid fantasy.
Do you:
