Try to ignore this massive erection.

At the end, I try solving this issue like how I try solving all the issues I've been facing throughout my life: by waiting it out and hoping the problem disappears all by itself.

And it is a fair approach in this particular case. After all, a cock getting hard is, at worst, just a mild inconvenience that normally settles down once it's left alone. Add to that my personal distaste towards my host and his gross body, which I possessed by accident and have **** but to endure for the time being and you get a situation that should be nothing but a cockblocker.
So...

So why the hell am I getting aroused instead?! By all means, it should be the exact opposite!

I keep staring at Devon's crotch in total disbelief, watching(and feeling) how his massive black dong keeps growing between his fingers.

I might've had thousands of erections during my lifetime. And as unimpressive as they always were, I can say that I know very well how a hard-on is supposed to feel.
However, what I'm feeling right now is on a completely different scale. What used to be just a casual, rather simple pressure down the crotch is now a tickling feeling all along the groin, a lower belly clenching involuntarily... and pressure, tons of pressure steadily pumping down the shaft of my very long dick, which keeps becoming even longer... and harder...

There is something I didn't account for, because it's something I've been constantly trying to ignore. And that is this eerie feeling constantly creeping at the back of my head that I've had since I woke up in Devon's body: It is a feeling fueled by curiosity, a pure fascination for what I'm doing, for the unbelievable traits of this black male whose body I accidentally stole and all the new sensations I'm able to enjoy thanks to it.

But that's the problem... I don't want to enjoy this damn body! This is not me! Devon is a thug, a thief and a social parasite who makes money by harming the good and hard-working people! I don't want to be in his gross body any more than he does! Just having his damn tongue moving inside my mouth already makes me sick. And now I'm also **** to contemplate the rising of his ridiculous cock in a vivid representation of the unfairness of life.

But despite my conflictive feelings, I keep grabbing the shaft with my hand, still wanting to 'feel' it properly, and it doesn't disappoint. I can clearly notice the vibration all along the trunk together with the dim beatings of my heart pumping blood. I feel it growing between my rather long fingers until it becomes so thick that my thumb and middle finger lose contact from one another. I watch fascinated how the mushroom head shapes the foreskin from underneath until the bulging tip comes out entirely, its pale pinkish color showing a stark contrast with the ebony skin all along the shaft; which, at this point, is already hard like a stone.

I stare at Devon's erect penis in all its glory, having an extremely hard time believing that such an absurd thing is physically attached to me.

"......Ah..."

I suddenly realize that, by now, all the soap is gone and the shower should be over. So I immediately call it quits and cover my drenched head with a towel, happy to have an excuse to distract myself and temporarily ignore Devon's raging boner.
However, there's a limit on how much I can keep wiping and drying myself. And, at some point, I have no other option but to put the towel aside and step out from the tub.

And I come out while feeling rather uncomfortable, for one big reason.

"...Damn it." I mutter "This thing is so... unwieldy."

Of course, those few minutes achieved absolutely nothing, and this painfully hard male organ isn't any close to settling down. If anything, it feels heavier than ever, and it's surprisingly cumbersome just to move around. The slightest movement makes it wiggle side-to-side like the world's biggest metronome.
And of course, I feel every single thing. It wasn't until I felt this dense mass of beating meat weighing down my groin, or the constant pressure shifts inside the long black trunk provoked by the almost **** spasms of the pelvic muscles behind my balls, or the slight breeze caressing the sensitive mushroom tip so far away from my actual body... It wasn't until then that I truly learnt what it's like to possess a body that is completely different from my own.

"...hahh... hahh... (gulp)" I swallow saliva and carefully slide a finger over the long shaft. And that simple touch already feels so frustratingly good, that I just...