25 April 2012
Well, I can see how this post is going to end already, with my fundoshi in a damp knotted heap at my ankles and my curled fingers gliding over a smooth maple-hard erection as my balls tighten and my juice work its way to my cock tip... I'll hold back as long as I can, feeling the growing hum at the base of my male root, watching the clear droplet at the end grow and run down the valley of my frenulum. I'll have visions of a white fundoshi bulge and a plum-colored fundoshi bulge rubbing together frantically under the spreading branches of a cherry tree, soft shakuhachi flute in the background and the taste of saki on my tongue... the pitch of the flute raises and the music races... there's a drumming in my temples and also deep within my perineum... a finger is teasing the twisted thong-portion of my fundoshi to one side... My cock is peeking out of the top of my fundoshi pouch, wet and glistening with prostatic fluid... The music is louder, closer, faster, leaping and improvising with terrifying abandon... fingers are massaging my balls through the cloth, pulling the twist of fabric behind them so it presses rhythmically on my perineum and coaxes even more pre-cum out of my tree-like cock... soft lips are engulfing its velvety tip... my fundoshi is being loosened and pushed down my thighs...
...Whew! I draw out of the reverie, but not quickly enough to stem the torrent of thick semen that rockets hotly out of me, spurt after spurt pooling on my stomach and chest, one arcing splash even landing on the wall beside me then running down it. My body is trembling with pleasure, my balls are sucked tight against my shaft, and there are waves of climax continuing to wash over me almost like chills. Lolling back, I spread the slick cum over my thorax and belly with lazy, entranced fingers as little drops continue oozing out of my cock.
A cool washcloth aids me with clean-up, though I don't work too hard to get the clean smell of fresh semen and perspiration off of me, and I knot my fundoshi back in place around my hips and my male member -- a little loosely so the cool air can circulate. I feel high, euphoric.
Well, back to work. No one need know why my eyes are sparkling and there's a slight flush to my cheeks!