Take matters into his own hands

“Gah! I can’t take this anymore!” Ren planted himself down on his chair and reached for his shorts, only for his hand to stop and hovered uncertainly.

If he was going to masturbate, it would be his first time, due to never having the guts to do so in the past. He’d always wait out all previous erections, especially during his stay at Leblanc.

Ren looked around his room. Gotta prep first. His old Phantom Thieves instincts told him. He reviewed the current situation in the house. Dad’s working late. Mom’s taken Mona to her fellow cat-loving friends, they’ll be cooing over him for the next hour. The doors downstairs are locked, but just to be safe. Ren locked his bedroom door. He gazed to the window and closed the curtains. There. He thought, but something still bothered him.

He glanced up to the room’s light. Ren envisioned random people on the street catching a glimpse of his silhouette through the curtains on his first date with Rosie Palms. His cock pushed and strained against his pants, as if excited by the prospect of being the subject of voyeur. He switched off the lights. It wasn’t too dark, so he was able to move around without walking into everything.

The pain and pleasure from below made his body burn. Sweat soaked his clothes.

Now I just need to get comfortable. Ren told himself. Without a second thought, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his ripped torso. He earned a movie star’s body thanks to the gym in Shibuya, which he maintained. Next Ren pulled off his shorts and underwear in one strong motion, leaving himself standing naked in the middle of his dim bedroom with only his dick for company.

His member jerked upwards, inviting him to discover new joys. He lay down upon his bed, staring at the dull ceiling, almost forgetting what he was even doing. Almost.

Ren clamped his right hand around his phallus and stroked. Pleasure stung his nervous system, earning a gasp. He knew what sex was and what stimulation was required. He had no lube, so the sweat of his palm would have to do.

Ren kept stroking as fast as his wrist could manage. He was going to throttle this snake until it popped. There was no time to dwell on how he had been missing out on this bliss for so long; Ren merely enjoyed the moment.

The jerking continued for an unclear amount of time. He felt he was close to the end. However, the feeling escaped him, like he was climbing up a mountain and slipped on some lose ground, sending him back some distance. His cocked soften slightly. Ren picked up the pace, forcing his rod to harden again, yet the same setback occurred once more.

Every time the finish line neared, he lost focus and his member waned.

Ren could have called it quits. His penis was satisfied with the attention and exercise he’d given it. He _could _have done that, but like establishing an infiltration route through a Palace, Ren always did it on his first go.

Can’t… concentrate. Need… need something to... jack-off to! Spying his phone within arm’s reach, he snatched it using his free hand. With a couple taps, he had the perfect jerk-off material: The girls at the beach. A millisecond after the image of the five nearly-naked girls reached his brain, his cock became as hard as diamond.

His jerking intensified, studying the ladies. Their skin sparkled, likely wet from a dip in the sea. Droplets gathered their cleavages.

Ren focused on Ann first, forming a fantasy of riding her from behind while pulling her pigtails. Every thrust made her fine ass clap.

Sumire caught his eye next. He dreamed of fucking her on the mat she practiced dancing on.

His sights moved to Futaba and imagined her sucking his cock while he petted her.

Haru drew his subsequent attention. Ren envisioned her riding him cowgirl style, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her puffy hair.

God… Makoto would kill me if she knew about this. Ren joked, looking at her last. His lips curled into a devilishly defiance smile. He visualised a scene of him and her wrestling, naked and oiled.

His five fantasies melted together until he lay naked on the beach with the girls surrounding him. They all slowly removed their bikinis while maintaining eye contact and biting their lips.

Instead of throwing away the swimwear, the ladies used them to bound Ren by his arms and legs. Once restrained, they set about rubbing him down with sunscreen. Each girl started at either an arm, leg or his chest, but all them eventually worked their way to his crotch. Five pairs of smooth, creamy hands massaged his penis and testicles. The five women leaned closer to his cock with open and wanting mouths.

Pure pleasure electrocuted Ren. “Ahhhhh!” He gasped at his first organism.

His whole body jolted as heat rushed through his shaft, shot through the air and splattered onto his belly. The sperm was so hot, he momentarily feared it would burn through his flesh.

Ren closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath of relief, sinking into his bed. Years of stress had been washed away, like grime cleaned with a power washer. A strange jingle tickled his ears, but he brushed it off as a random noise from outside.

As his flaccid member flopped over, he reviewed his first time. Can’t wait to do that again.

He didn’t think about how he was going to clean up himself either, choosing to simply relax within the post-ejaculation bliss. It was so good, he himself found on the verge of sleeping.

“Was it good for you too?” asked a voice.