Masturbator

Unzipping when I’m all alone,
my need is rising quickly.
Erection nearly halfway there,
I fumble to release it.

Penis free, I start to stroke it,
driven by desire,
swells until its fully hard,
I want to watch it cum.

“OK sign” behind the head,
my strokes are light but fervent.
Timeless urge that takes my mind,
release will satisfy it.

A few more minutes playing,
now I need to feel exposed.
Free hand undoes belt and button,
push/pulls denim down.

A “working hand” adjustment now,
and boxer/briefs meet denim,
bend my knees to spread my crotch,
my cock a spear of power.

My mind locks in on “naked”,
free hand cradling my balls.
I wish the world was watching,
I want so much to be “seen”.

Standing in the living room,
back arched to fuck the air.
I stroke to build the feeling,
and my muscles start to clench.

Faster, stroking, faster,
“Could I hit the couch from here?”
I’m finally about to cum,
I don’t care where it goes.

The pressure builds, the throbbing starts,
there’s just one second left.
Then, ecstasy! I spray the room,
“Fuck you, world! Look at THIS!!”

Uh! Uh! Uh! I shoot my cum,
it spatters on the tiles.
“Please let this one last and last!”,
of course, it never does.

Then, finally, its over,
grab tissues, clean the floor,
double checking on the tiles,
no evidence is left.

Tonight the wife is going out,
and I’ll jerk off again,
might flip my legs over my head,
and cum right on my face.

And maybe one day I’ll get caught,
my wife walk in and see,
her faggot husband, jerking off,
and not a real man.