Planning his eventual release location did not last long. Just the idea of it happening was enough to finally send Jake over the edge, and he cupped his hand over the tip as he eagerly felt the release building to its arrival.
A few firm strokes, a few thrusts of the hips, and then there was the sensation of warm liquid shooting into his own palm. It came forth in short spurts, the final bits encouraged out by the final stroke his hand delivered. Jake laid there for a moment, the feeling of calm and elation that came with an orgasm rolling through his mind.
As his nerves stopped throbbing, his brain cleared up just enough to realize he was holding a handful of his own batter. There was nothing left to be done expect to get up and clean himself off. Kicking his pants the rest of the way off so that they were on the floor by the couch, he quickly made his way over to the sink where he proceeded to rinse his hand off. Then he carefully ran a wet hand over his now flaccid and tender self, curious if he'd missed any mess.
[The storm rages on, Jake is uninterrupted.]
[Someone from upstairs interrupts, unable to sleep.]
[A stray lawn chair breaks a window.]
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