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Varka leaned back on his pillow. He closed his eyes and sighed, after a long day of work he could only think a nice cold beer would help him feel even better. He places his hand behind his head to rest and looks up at the ceiling.
As he thinks deeper he starts remembering a wet dream he had, a way too vivid dream… He feels blood rushing to his cock and sees that his pants have gotten tighter. With a soft sigh he reaches down with his free hand and unbuttons his pants. It doesnt take long before his cock is in his hand, the weight lighter in his hand as its no longer limp. He squirts some lotion on his hand and lathers it on his cock.
As he strokes himself languidly he closes his eyes to remember that dream again. That feeling of being tied up and kissed all over, having his chest played with as he’s stopped from releasing. He always thought of himself as a more dominant person in bed, but ever since that dream he’s not so sure… maybe he had some unexplored sides to himself..?
Varka grips his cock a bit tighter and rubs his thumb over his tip, already leaking precum. A low groan lets out if his throat, feeling a shiver up his spine. As he strokes himself faster he feels a warm and tingly feeling in his stomach.
He continues his pursuit of relief before covering his tip. A low long groan escapes him. He waits a few more seconds before letting his hand fall to his stomach. He watches as his cock twitches in a spasm and a dark rosy pink color. He takes his hand back on his pink and his breath hitches slightly. A soft groan lets out before he starts stroking himself again.
He feels like the pleasure reached him faster this time as after a couple of strokes he has to stop quickly. He doesn’t want this to end yet… this is a whole other level of pleasure that he’s never felt before, and it feels too good to just cum then stop. As Varka goes back to stroking himself again he brings his hand from lying on his pillow to moving up his stomach.
He’s never thought of playing with his nipples before, its just never crossed his mind, even when he was looking at those porn drawings his friend game him as a joke. He lifts his shirt up higher past his chest and slowly massages his breast, before running his thumb over his nipple.
A soft grunt escapes his mouth, deciding he likes it he continues touching himself both ways. As he pulls softly at his nipple he runs his thumb over his tip and that gives his body another tremor. Another groan comes out of his mouth as he twists and pulls at his nipple while stroking his cock faster.
He feels that familiar pressure low in his stomach again and already knows whats going to happen. While his hands keep up the pace on his cock, he slides down his other hand and presses down on his skin. That did something to him because after that a stream of thick fluid covered his stomach.
As he laid there, overcoming his orgasm he turns over and grabs some tissues to clean himself up. Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his shirt he gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom to wash his hands. With a soft smile and relaxed posture he goes over to his desk and grabs a bottle wine and sits in his chair as he drinks it from the bottle then placing it down and closing his eyes.