Home alone

Coming back from Dreambox was slightly confusing. My arms slid into my boxers before I woke fully, seeking the delightful cock. I started to work on the cock when a voice interrupted the pleasure: “Please vacate the room as soon as possible”. Rather disappointed did I remove my hand, picked up my phone, and left the room. On my way out I booked a new appointment next week, with double playtime.

I laid back on the bed, opened the fly in the jeans, dreamt about the girl from the dream, and started to masturbate first through the boxers, then with the hand inside de the boxer stroking the cock. The orgasm rolled in sooner than I wanted, and was rather weak overshadowed by a longing for the girl.