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He sat there, tense, his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop, his entire senses enraptured by the pseudo-erotic sights and sounds coming from the naked actors writhing about before him.

He was close. He could feel it, and the urgency had communicated itself so thoroughly, that his right hand now worked his engorged member feverishly, while a choked moan intermittently forced its way through half-open lips slackened with passion.

It had begun to inch upward, a tingling sensation snorkeling its way up from the base of his penis. It was rising and rising, feeling more and more like a headlong rush egged on by the slippery friction of skin against skin, his greased palm clenched over his rigid shaft. It was rising faster now, its ascension telegraphing pin-pricks of pleasure to the head of the penis, which had now turned a bunion-red, bright and shiny with anticipation.

His legs stiffened and stretched out. The muscles of his thighs began to quiver furiously. And a harsh groan ripped from his throat, the guttural sound drowning out the moans coming from the laptop. The groan stayed steady, turned thready, as with a final jerk of his hand over his member, it shot out – a high, thin milky spray that arched through the air and landed in thick splotches on his right leg and on the edge of his desk. Milky droplets also fell on the laptop, tiny seeds that stained the keyboard and formed a scant sprinkle across the screen.

But in those few desperate seconds, he didn’t notice the sprinkled mess. If he did, he didn’t mind, so consumed was he in riding out the cresting wave of his ejaculation. His entire body was trembling hard, half upsetting itself from the chair he was seated on. His face was a contortion of orgasmic pleasure with his eyes half open and rolled back and his mouth twisted over his throaty moans.

And then, with one final gasp, it was over. He dropped back on the chair, spent, muscles relaxing, and he stared blankly, unaffectedly, at the naked actors still caught up in the throes of their performance.

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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. Please always be on the road, it sets your juices flowing.

  2. Yay! He’s a Comer!!!

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