You sit there for you don't know how long, your arousal is kicking into high gear at this point and if you don't finish soon you feel like you're going to explode. You barely notice that, despite how desperately horny you are, your cock hasn't gotten hard at all and has just remained limp in your touch and the same size.
As you furiously are rubbing your shriveled balls, you accidentally (at least you want to hope it was) shove your hand down a little too much and your fingers rub against your entrance, the hole where Chad fucked you all that time ago.
If your arousal was a rocket, after just rubbing that spot, you are now in the stratospheres of pleasure and you let out a loud breathy moan in the bathroom. This pleasure is broken by hearing footsteps walking around outside. That gives you the shame you need to shut your mouth and realize what just happened.
Even just brushing up against your asshole was even more sensitive than touching your dick had ever felt. You felt like you could actually finish from that, but at the same time, you look at yourself in the mirror. You don't see yourself, you see a red faced horny slut. A sexed up little bimbo who instead of a pussy has a miniaturized penis and a pair of shriveled up balls.
You are **** to cum at this point. The want you had before has been replaced with a need more important than eating or drinking or breathing.
Are you willing to sacrifice the little masculinity you have left. Are you willing to abandon the hope of touching your cock to finish and instead willingly fuck your own ass for the possibility of being able to finish?
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