A low rumble of thunder in the distance hinted that perhaps a flash of lightning had awoken Jake. He looked around the room, realizing that Sarah was nowhere in sight. He had, sadly, fallen asleep on the couch before he'd finished masturbating. He checked his phone to see that he'd only slept about an hour. He'd either maintained his erection that whole time, or his dream had re-inspired him all over again.
Not knowing what else he was supposed to do, Jake quietly started pulling at himself again. There was no point in wasting his second opportunity to get himself off.
Needing a little effort after that dream, he found the extended time playing with himself meant that he was starting to feel that familiar ache in his groin. The familiar sensation of wanting a release. The only thing he needed to figure out was where to catch his mess.
While he considered his possibilities, his other hand strayed down. With both hands, he would be able to massage not only the tip, but the entirety of his shaft as well, really hitting all the nerves he possibly could. And if he was feeling extra frisky, he could meander down to this ball for a little cupping action.
[Jake doesn't care, and finishes on the floor. Paper towels were invented for a reason.]
[Jake finishes into his own hand.]
[Jake gets up to finish in the sink.]
[Jake finishes inside one of the empty **** bottles.]
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