It was a cold mid-term day in November, and the Sheffield weather was unrelenting. He was due at the lecture theatre at 11, so was slowly coming round from a heavy sleep.
The previous night he had spent far too much time in the games room on his Xbox. He had a particular tough time with his latest shoot-em-up game which he had been playing with two local guys over the net, and a couple of guys from the states. The guys had played a co-operative game, and regularly chatted and exchanged email in the real world.
He jumped out of bed, discarding his boxers and headed for the shower.
Like most guys in their twenties, in fact like most guys, Daniel always felt more than a little horny in the morning. Some days he would just ignore the hard throbbing of his cock until disinterest led it to dissipate, and some days he just couldn't help himself and had to release the tension with a quick morning wank.
As passed his front window he glanced briefly to see his mums Mini Cooper parked on the drive. She must have not left for work yet. His gaze then fell to the full length mirror in the corner of the room, where he took in the view of his own body.
At 22, and in the prime of his youth, Daniel was a striking lad. Just over 6ft tall with thick jet black hair and large black eyes.(His olive skin often got him mistaken as Italian or Spanish). He had broad shoulders, and a strong looking upper body, with muscular upper arms and a broad if not defined chest. He had a small amount of body hair which started just below his neck line, went out across his chest, encircling his nipples, then cutting sharply down in a wistful trail to his stomach.
He had the beginnings of a six pack and a sensual trail of thicker black hair leading from the bottom of his stomach to the top of his briefs (and beyond). His legs were strong and muscular, and were the product of years of cycling in the near-by Peak District, something he still enjoyed on the rare hangover free Sunday mornings he was able to.
Dan reacted to his own reflection with a heightening of his erection. He contemplated stroking his hard cock there and then, but hesitated long enough to discard the idea. He winked at his own reflection and strode towards his shower room. He turned on the shower, and after pausing a few moments to allow a head of steam to fill the room he dived under the powerful jets and sighed deeply as the sensation of the hard water jets hit his body. Aroused like this, every part of his body was sensitive and the water jet massaged his back and his thighs, and then his shoulders and chest as he turned to face the shower head he reached out and took his body wash, and slowly and purposefully started to massage the gel into his body.
He took his time, enjoying the luxuriously satin feel of the cold gel against his body. His fingers stroked first along his opposite arm, and caressed his shoulder. He then let his hand move slowly across his upper chest and towards his hardening nipple. He curled around the nipple first, and then brushed back and forth. His nipples were hard wired to his cock, and it reacted to touch by jumping up and down in rhythm to his touch.
He soaped his other hand and repeated the arm strokes, shoulder caress and nipple tease on the other side of his body. In unison he began circular motions of his hands across his upper stomach, enriching the lather and enjoying the warm sensation in the pit of his stomach -then in turn each arm went around caressing his back, and in broad movements he felt the strength that was held in the muscles of his back. His middle finger stretched down and teased the top of his ass crack, before he turned again to rinse his back.
He loved the power of the water hitting his back and his buttocks, and the heat trickling into his crack. He was feeling the heat from the water and steam, and let out an involuntary sigh as he then took both his hands and pulled apart his ass cheeks, allowing a couple of finger s to soap up and around his hole.
His hard cock was now at full mast, and battling against the water pressure from the shower head.
Turning again he concentrated on long firm hand strokes along his legs, first his calves were massaged, before reaching further up to caress his firm thighs. With both hands he then moved up his right leg, swept across and under to massage his perineum, before gliding down the thigh of his right leg.
His right arm then moved to his thigh again, and he bent into the water flow. He then stretched and moved the hand back up the thigh, across the bottom of his stomach.
He stretched upright moving this hand up his stomach, across his abs and lingered around his left nipple. His other hand focused on his ball sack, and he gently tugged at it pulling them gently from his erect shaft. He let out a deep sigh, and whilst squeezing hard on his left nipple, his left hand grasped his hard shaft and started to soap it up.
Definite strokes covered the full length of his cock His thumb ringed his shaft and the palm and fingers ribbed the whole length.
After a few minutes of focused manipulation, he fell back against the shower wall for support, as he slowly brought his whole body into the zone. It felt that his whole body was electrified- he felt every nerve in his body- and the relatively cool tiles felt great as he ground his ass into them and arched his back.
He closed his eyes and began the final sequence, accelerating towards orgasm. As he felt his chest move more rapidly, and that tightness in his stomach grow his right hand left his nipple and went straight under his balls to massage his perineum ever so briefly.
He took a sharp inward breath and then plunged his middle finger into his cunt. He grunted as he forced it first past the top knuckle and then in an instant the second barrier of the bottom knuckle, as he searched out his prostrate.
Like a primeval switch he hit the spot, and let out a deep guttural moan, that was accompanied by a large surge of precum leaving his cock head and sliding down his shaft. He loved that feeling, and spent a few moments milking more and more precum from his cock.
The heat was now making him feel slightly delirious. His orgasm was building up from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, all his body was building up. He felt his ball sack tighten, and the cum churning inside was reaching the point of no return.
Another few deep breathes, and Dan reached those magic strokes which all guys crave for. That moment when you know it can't feel any better than this, and there is no going back, and you can feel the combustion of hot spunk deep inside you, reaching boiling point.
Time stood still for a few brightly lit seconds as the last stroke downwards lit the fuse, his fingers tight know around the shaft -feeling every throbbing vein- as he reached the base of his cock his head flung back, his stomach muscles spasm and blast after blast of hot white cum exploded out of his slit and into the room- Fuck, Fuuck, Fuucccck, Sam, Sam Sam!!!! He yelled as the cum was liberated from his body.
He looked down as the water swept his load away, and in that post orgasm euphoria, he steadied himself against the shower wall slowly sliding down till he was sat on the shower floor, deep inside he wondered to himself why in those last few moments his mind had thought of Sam.