A mirrors image

Standing up from his chair with an odd self confidence he usually only felt when gambling, Alex struts over to his bedroom's full-length mirror and examines himself. "Damn I'm hot" he mutters to himself as he looks up and down his 6'2 figure. Alex was wearing a stained white t-shirt and worn jeans with old and holed boxers underneath. It would be an exaggeration to call him fit though he did have broad enough shoulders and some muscle here and there. His square face was entirely average, outlined with patchy stubble and short, shaggy brown hair however his eyes were piercingly blue which, along with his height and relative build, had helped him successfully bag a dozen of so babes over the years.

Meeting his own eyes in the mirror and grinning like a school boy, Alex begins undressing. Taking his t-shirt off in one quick motion revealing his flat and untoned chest and stomach underneath, he gives himself another favourable look over before starting on his pants. Pulling his jeans and boxers down in the same movement, his most prized possession is let loose accompanied by a "hello their handsome". When erect, as it was now, it was 6 and a half inches long, slightly above average as Alex knew all too well, and was straight as an arrow.

Feeling increasingly aroused Alex allows his right hand to move towards his cock and begin jerking ever so slowly. His eyes find themselves locked on their own reflections as he feels himself grow closer to climax, jerking off to his own reflection. Suddenly a white flash emanates from the mirror in front of him and somehow he knows that it has taken and uploaded his photo, a fully naked picture of him jacking off, to his only fans page. At the same time he is filled with a lust like he has never felt, pleasure stronger than anything he has felt before and a need to orgasm that overtakes him completely.