Not today, Jacob!

You stand shivering under the cold spray, trying to focus on anything else but your massive boner. As you lather shampoo in your curly hair, you murmur a prayer, “lead me not into temptation, and deliver me from evil…” You’re freezing.

You glance down to see whether your member has softened at all. Alas, it stands fully upright, swollen fat and flushed red. Thanks to its gentle curvature upward and the way it stands so vertically, your cock’s plum-sized knob rubs against your belly. A web of thick purple veins extend from your shaft down to the base like tree roots.

Touch me!

You try to hold back, to avoid stroking it, but as you soap up your body your hands drift south, and soon you can’t resist wrapping a hand around your massive tool. Your fingers can’t fully wrap around it’s girth, and it isn’t long before you’ve wrapped your other hand around it as well.

Yes! It feels so good. As you give me a gentle squeeze I swell even larger, relishing the pleasure. I delight in your defeat. I send a wave of warmth down through your nuts and dance as your body spasms involuntarily. My lips become wet with sticky precum.

I want you to stroke me now. I want you to make me spit hot ropes of cum all over this shower. Give it to me!

As you begin lightly stroking your mind is torn between guilt and need. You want this. You need this. But you feel like you shouldn’t. Your cock seems even fatter as it responds to your touch. Soon, you’re fapping hard and fast. You’ve lost your willpower; this seem like the only way to deal with your erection now.

Your small hands squeeze and rub against me, making wet slapping noises as skin meets skin. I flex hard of my own accord, and your hips jut out in response, humping the air. I make you rut like a hog in heat. You moan breathlessly. I reward you with another wave of pleasure as your balls churn and bounce in their big sack.

You love this. You love the way I make you feel. You love how big and hard I am. The harder you wank, the more you devolve into animalistic pleasure. You delight as your touch meets my every ridge and vein. You’re so lost in pleasure that you’ve begun simply humping your fists into the wall, moaning and whimpering as your ass slams back and forth, driving me harder into your clenched hands. We’re very close now. I let the pressure begin building, and you can feel me pulsing against your touch. It won’t be long now. Soon, very soon, I will reward you for your worship. Soon. But not yet.

I tease and torment you, drawing our session out a bit longer. You’re so engrossed in your worship of me that you haven’t noticed the sounds of other voices approaching. A gaggle of jocks fresh from the football field are back to their dorms. Invariably, some of them will want to come shower. I wonder what will happen when they see me?