The Prodigal Boy By Xian

The Prodigal boy

he's been away for quite some time, but his heart was never far away from his Miss. this is an account of one occasion when his thoughts drifted to Her.

he stepped into the already steaming cascade of water and pulled the clear curtain closed behind him. a slow deep sigh escaped through his nostrils, flaring as he closed his eyes and rolled his head, lowering it to drench his hair. his muscles warmed and loosened, though the knots in his shoulders were deep. his hands found their way there and he squeezed, massaging for a moment....

And in that moment, he felt Her presence...welling up inside him. he tilted his head and smiled softly, sliding his hand up his exposed neck and enveloped himself in the physical memory of Her. as the water streamed down his body, his hands took a like of their own and danced their way downward, one slipping over Her cock to cup Her balls, and the other finding its way to rest on Her buttock. Her cock filled easily, first bobbing with each heartbeat, growing thicker and thicker with each pulse....the pulses becoming throbs. Her cock pressed against his palm as his fingertips reached the back of Her scrotum and teased his perinuem, pressing and massaging over his prostate. he imagined Her touch, gentle...purposeful. his other hand crept lower, the fingertips of his two hands nearly joining. Her asshole missed Her as well, and ached to be teased. his longest digit curled, the fingerpad meeting his sphincter...coaxing it to relax. he opened his eyes and reached for the soap, lathering his hands liberally and returning them to where they were. slowly h curled his longest finger again, this time pressing it against the center, and slipping his fingertip inside Her anus. he sighed a long slow sigh again, gently fucking Her ass. he thought of Miss behind him...her strapon in place...thick. he needed thick. A second fingertip joined the first, his first hand gripping Her cock as Her asshole stretched. he moaned softly, spreading his fingertips gently, slipping in and out of Her ass ever so slightly. his fingers curled around Her shaft, the stroke taking a life of its own, faster...longer... the image of Her smile filled his mind, he could hear Her...hear Her say him name. hear her say, "cum." he grunted...gasped...Her sphincter clenched around his fingers...around Her strapon. Her scrotum tightened as Her cock spasmed, sending stream after stream of thick white cum into the swirling water. he stood there again...under the shower...his fingertips lingered inside still for a moment longer before he resumed the shower.. another sigh...one of fulfillment.