“Mmmh,” I hummed softly, making my way to my room, after entering my apartment. As I began to get ready for a shower, I couldn’t get Taeho’s image out of my head.
The way that he smelt, when he wrapped his arms around my waist, the way his eyes glowed with sincerness, when he apologized, the way he stood, like he was sure about himself,
and doesn’t let other people get to him… In my eyes he is perfect. And he’s gay as well :)
I made my way to my bathroom, that is connected to my bedroom, and turned the water on, making sure that it was at the right temperature, before stripping and stepping under the water,
and closing the curtain. As the warm water washed over my features, I slowly trailed my hand downwards, , and lightly stroked myself.
“Ahh,” I moaned, my shaft getting harder, as I sped up my pace.
Images of myself pushing into Taeho as he lay underneath me, begging me for more, caused my hand to jerk faster and faster, as the images kept coming.
“F-Fuck!” I gasped, my cum shooting against the shower wall, as I continued to pump myself, riding out my high.