Eat and Jerk off

It’s painfully, or in your case tantalizingly obvious that you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. You aren’t certain when Ophelia wants you to help out the grounds woman, so you might as well kill some time.

You get out of bed and feel the carpet below you tickle the skin between your toes. You stretch your arms out as far as you physically can, meanwhile your penis stands at full mast, twitching as it dangles in the air. You grab it, gently holding it before rubbing your finger’s across the shaft. You stroke it a couple times just to get a small sensation of arousal before letting go.

You then walk to the kitchen in search of food. You can’t remember the last time you had a good breakfast that wasn’t just an energy drink and toast.

You open the fridge, looking for anything to scavenge for yourself, but part of you really doesn’t want to really cook. So, you try to find something easy and quick. A few minutes of searching proves fruitless as nothing peaks your mild interests. You close the fridge and open a cabinet, but not before holding down your dick so it doesn’t bump into any of the wood below.

You find some bowls and plates, nothing too edible unfortunately. But just as you begin the lose hope, you spot a cereal box!

“Hmm? Fortunate Artifacts?” You say as you examine the box. It was some kind of lucky charms knock-off with a gnome instead of a leprechaun on the box art. Confusion aside, you’ll take anything at this point. Cereal is cereal, even if it’s off-brand.

You whip yourself a bowl of legally distinct cereal and chow it down. It was a nostalgic moment for you, as you remember eating cereal many times for breakfast as a kid, or during high school. Your family didn’t have much, but processed sugars sold by a cartoon character were always there for you when you needed it.

After slurping down the last of the milk in your bowl, you quickly clean your bowl and sit back down on your bed. You look down, still naked unsurprisingly.

Boredom begins to set in, leaving you staring mindlessly outside, the bright sunny day feels mockingly cruel to you. It’s a beautiful day, but you’d rather die than voluntarily go outside in the nude for everyone to see. You could watch TV, but last you checked all of the channels looked uninteresting.

You lay your hands on your lap, the feeling of bare skin still bizarre to you despite your prolonged nudity. You feel your cock twitch slightly, and knew one way you could keep yourself busy.

You lay back down in bed and spread your legs, fully exposing your cock and balls to the room around you. The thought of Sam walking in at this very moment is nerve wracking, but at this point you don’t particularly care anymore about what she thinks.

You turn the TV on and flip through a couple channels before landing on a hard rock music station. You crank the volume up just enough to get the perfect masturbation background noice. This was similar to a ritual you’d do back home, after a long day of work at your part time job. You’d put some earbuds in and jerk off. It was relaxing, and it made each session feel special.

You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the beat and melody before touching yourself. You beat yourself off slowly, matching the tempo of the slow song that was queued. You let out a couple soft moans as you beat yourself off, letting your other hand wander around your naked body as it sees fit.

You feel at peace, gently stroking your cock without an audience, free from judgmental or leering eyes.

Your mind plays images back to you, images of Beth from yesterday. You don’t care what she says about herself, she’s sexy as hell! You remember jerking off in front of her, how you exploded all over her nude body before being caught. It was a literal blast, but you hopped it could have went further.