Your alarm clock is ringing.

The familiar sound brings you out of your dreamless sleep. Dreamless? Maybe not. Maybe that was all a nightmare. You stare at the familiar ceiling plastered with posters of your favorite bands. You pull the covers off yourself and realize that you are naked. You don’t usually sleep naked. At least a pair of boxers usually. You try to think. To remember how you got home. All you remember last is those swirling eyes. Eyes... Your eye! You rush to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You pull back your bangs and look into your eyes. They are a little bloodshot, but normal. You poke them. It hurts but they feel normal. For eyeballs that is... you think. You never really felt your eyeball before, so you can’t be sure, but they seem normal.

You sigh relieved. You must have just been so overwhelmed with grief you blacked out. Your brain came up with that whole story just to save you from thinking about the future. Where you are alone... Where you simply exist, to exist.

Stop it!

You look yourself up and down in the mirror. You need a shower. You have bits of bird down stuck to you and you kind of stink. You run the shower letting it heat up. Steam begins to fill the room. You turn on the fan and start to do some of the smaller self-grooming things that you need to do. Trim your nails, clean your ears, brush your teeth, and a quick shave. Ready, you step into the shower. The hot water cascades down your skin and you breathe deep as it hits you. You turn up the heat just a little, so it is almost uncomfortable. Then use a washcloth to start scrubbing your body after conditioning your hair.

The steam seems to thicken more. Your body begins to burn. Not from the water, but from the inside. Your mind starts to wander. You remember a couple of weeks ago, you were out reading near Professor Oaks lab. When a couple of scientists had snuck out of the lab and into the clearing you were reading in.

The burning grows inside of you, your heart begins to pound. As you look down through the blue steam, you see your cock is hard and already in your hand. It stands proud jutting from a forest of black, stringy pubes. The head is swollen and dark. You begin to stroke your shaft. Your balls churn. You stroke faster and faster. Your skin begins to itch all over.

Your mind wanders to the woman's moans as she lay with her lab coat open on the ground, legs splayed out. The man's rhythmic groans as he thrust wantonly into her depths.

You lean your head against the shower wall as your second hand joins the first and rubs the sensitive tip of your manhood. The muscles in your thighs and shoulders tighten. You are getting close.

You remember how the woman griped the man's hair and drew him in for a primal kiss. How his body spasmed and thrust wildly trying to reach her core and they came together in ecstasy.

Your prostate clenches and your entire body stiffens as you thrust one last time into your hand. You feel the burning alabaster roll through you and with a stiff groan you feel the first shot leave your cock to paint the wall of the shower. Then another. And another. You gasp as you unload more than you have ever before. As you shudder through the climax you could swear you hear the word “lust” whispered coyly in your year.

You drop to your knees as you orgasm finally subsides. Reaching up you turn off the scalding water. Your legs shake as you stand up and leave the shower and begin to towel off.

You have masturbated before, but that was beyond intense.