Getting some "relief"

Sam started towards the door when he was distracted by a pleasant throb from his groin. Looking down, he saw his erection from before only slightly softened and poking proudly between the folds of his short bathrobe. The silken hems were stroking the sides of his penis with each movement.

Embarrassed, he tried arranging the folds of his garment in a less stimulating way. He tried forcing his erection down. He even tried envisioning his great-aunt Velma (a sure-fire boner killer in the past.) Yet nothing seemed to work. The smoothness of his skin, the softness of the clothing and the faint, feminine smell that clung to his garments seemed to override his senses and his sex was begging for release.

"Well, I can't go anywhere like this," Sam thought to himself. He moved back to the chair, shuddering slightly at the sensations and sat down to try to "take care" of the situation.

It didn't take long for him to fall back into his fantasy from before: his smooth legs were the skin of a sexy woman that he was caressing with his left hand while his right stroked himself. And yet he also imagined that the soft, smooth hand around his cock was a woman's, exciting him further.

Sam found himself leaning back as his pleasure mounted. Exhausting his exploration of his sexy legs, he pulled open his robe. His hand traced up his body feeling the girlish skin beneath his robe. He avoided his chest to keep the illusion he was touching a female body, but his belly, neck and face were all stroked sensually, sending tingles through his body. As his hand neared his mouth, he traced his finders around his swollen lips. They seemed even more sensitive than the rest of him. He kissed and suckled his own fingers, delighting in the delicious sensations it spread through his body. His other hand sped up its actions on his swollen member, feeling the pleasure building to a peak. Unthinkingly, he took two fingers into his mouth, sucking them hard, trying to bring as much of his sensitive lips to bear as possible. Between his own fingers and his tightened voicebox, Sam's moans came out as high-pitched squeals that worked on his imagination as a woman in the highest throes of ecstasy.

His own ecstasy came soon after. His hips jerked, his balls contracted and a spewing of his seed burst forth. He groaned sexily and his left hand fell limply away from his mouth. Sam leaned back in the chair and let the afterglow settle in. His mouth felt somehow empty after its pleasurable suckling and he lazily brought his hand up to his mouth.

But when he inserted his fingers, he tasted an odd sticky, salty taste. Horrified, Sam realized he had been sucking his right hand, the one that he had just covered in his own cum! He spat and went to the sink to wash his hand off. "Of all the crazy...!" he thought disgustedly. Sam had never tasted his own cum before, the very thought nauseated him. And yet, as he thought about it, it wasn't that bad. Strange... but with an odd addition about it... Like something under the cum? and sort of ... pleasant?

"What am I thinking?!" he screamed. Or tried to. His voice was still a rough whisper. He looked down at himself and saw his semen had gotten all over his crotch. He looked around for some sort of towel but could find none. Finally he cleaned himself off with his hands as best as he could and washed them again in the sink.

Satisfied, Sam tied his bathrobe closed again. But in doing so, he noticed a large wet stain on the front. Clearly a jet of his cum had stained it. "I'm going to have to find something else to wear," he thought.

He tried brushing the stain off and just succeeded in getting his hands sticky again. He turned back to the sink, but stopped himself. "What was that weird taste?" He couldn't help but wonder. No quite believing what he was doing, he brought his fingers to his mouth sand licked the residue off them. There it was again. Some odd flavor that tugged at his attention, demanding more. "Something in the tea?" he wondered. He'd heard that the flavor could be different depending on what a man had eaten recently.

Shaking himself out of the reverie, Sam rinsed off his hands again and set back out into the hallway.