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Shaping up Timberlake Chapter: Prologue
Finely chiseled rays of the sun pierce through the window. As I awoke to the calming glare, I found myself in my own bed. Goose down pillows underneath my head cradles me with a warm blanket, similar to the feel of a bath in warm melted chocolate, which surrounds me.
As I gradually move my hand from my side to rub the hardening goo near my eyes, I realize I am in the nude. I feel the soft fur on my thighs as I start to follow the lines of my firm tight abs. I brush on a little mound on my breast where I slightly scratch the head of my nipple, electricity rushes to my head quickly. I continue the path tightly through the short rough shadow of hair on my neck to land on my right eye. I rub gently enough to rid myself of the eye gunk and slowly clear my sight to the awakening day.
My other arm slowly descends on the itch of my left inner thigh. I scratch to my content. As I stop I find that there is moistness between my skin. Specifically folded between the fold of my two thighs that lay together throughout the warm night. I swipe the sweat and rub it between my fingers. As I flick my fingers with my thumb I graze on to the pole that I find has been in full mast this whole time. A bigger electrical sensation pulses through me. I wonder, <was I so tired last night that I didn't release?> I add, <I must have, I'm sure to have.> The answer lays straight ahead, I'm craving for the tension to explode. To cum. To experience those pleasures of near death and the calmness soon after.
<I can't wait,> I grab on to the engorged cock. I rub the massive head with three circular motions to signal to my brain to begin. This allows some juice to flow slightly. <This is handy,> I think to my self. I can use this to lube me up. Using my left hand this whole time allows me to feel that someone else is jerking me to a climax. My left hand's twin slowly pinches the pink nipple of my right breast. My front teeth bite my lower lip a little, as I hear myself grunt, eeugmph!
The left has started the pulling of which I am excited to a growing pleasure. My right hand lowers south wanting to help its twin in the pulling. I turn to my side wanting to rub on to my blanket, my pillow, my bed, anything to continue the devastating pleasure. I turn even more, a little frustrated at the lack of company with me that I get on to my belly. I pull my cock to face south, towards my feet.
I let go of the raging cock and use my ass to lift and press into the solid mattress. I part my thighs for a little opening my dick room to play. Something has possessed my fingers. They kneed my muscular globes of my ass. I feel the pain and pleasure of squeezing my buttocks. The deep tissue massage is enabling the cock to go on a rampage.
Even more strange is the finger that suddenly popped in my twitching hole. It is bewitching. My forefinger stuck in my hole only up to my first bend. I was surprised, though that lasted for half a second because the pleasure of this defilement was greater than the pain. I was sweaty in the crevice providing the needed lubricant for my finger's entrance. I pulled out for a second and swiped even more sweat from the base of my balls to the entrance of my hole. With as slow as the pain allowed, I entered myself even deeper. I rammed my cock deeper into the mattress. I grabbed my left ass with my left hand and parted the entrance even more. I fucked myself hungrily until my finger had reached the base connecting to my palm. Aarrgh!
I loved it. I could sense the churning of my cock, the need to release. I quickly pulled my finger out and turned to lie on my back. I spread my thighs further out. I grabbed my cock and vigorously pulled. I started to smell my finger that was in my ass. It smelled of sweat and musk to it. I lost control. I wanted to taste the scent. I wanted to be the sweat and musk. I licked it as I continuously, jerked my cock. I sucked the finger slowly. Then in one fell swoop I sucked it to the base. I swallowed the scent and taste of musk and sweat. THAT brought me to the edge. I came. One, two, three streams out. The first flew past my head on to my pillow. The second hit my nose, the third my chest. The last and final spurt fell on my hand.
The scent under my nose was unbelievable. It smells of beer being fermented at first then it turned to a lackluster rose for me. I was enjoying it?... Silence
I could feel the stickiness between my fingers. I could smell the sperm, the manliness all over me. I wanted it. I clenched my fist and brought it to my mouth. Hungrily I devoured the juice. My juice. I swiped the juice from my chest and underneath my nose. I filled my mouth and tongue with it, not swallowing first but letting it seep into the buds of my tongue. I swished it around. I then took my finger that was in my ass and combined it with my jizz in my mouth. Then I sucked it all down. I loved it. I was blown away by it.
A few minutes of questioning followed. Was does this all mean? I never even tried to clean my ass that deep. I hated how my cum smelled, is something changing. It's my 27th birthday today. Someone told me that tastes change then. Is that part of it?
Then my phone rings, I see who's on the phone. It says W. Miller. I ask myself <who's this?> and <when did I get his number?>
I pick up the call. "Hello," I answer.
"Hey Justin. It's Wentworth. Did you have a pleasant night?" He asks.
"Wentworth Miller?" confused as I ask.
"Yeah dude, how are you feeling? "
"Great!" I answered. Silence occurred which felt like an eternity.
"Did you eat your come already?" He asked as he broke the silence...
I asked quickly "how the fuck didÉ What the hell?"
He answered, "Tastes great right?"
I am silent.
He asks, "do you want more?"
"YES!" I answer.
Again he asks with his humming voice, "Do you want mine?"
"YES!" I think to myself. <What am I saying?>
"What do say?" Wentworth asks.
"Please." I whimper.
What will you do for it?
"Anything." A tear falls from my face.
Wentworth says, "that's what I like to hear from you Justin. "
"Please Wentworth I want more cum. Please. "
Wentworth says. "Sure. I'll see you soon." Then he hangs up.
I think to myself, <I'm Justin fucking Timberlake, why the fuck am I asking for cum? What's happened to me?> Tears are finally flowing.
To be continued.
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