Release

Hanging up with you on the phone I find my mind trailing off into the foggy depths of my imagination. Your face teeters on the edge of my vision, slowly filling the span of my mind's eye. I wander back to the conversation that we had just finished, your smooth voice drawing white-hot embers of happiness across my face.

I can remember your almost-whisper, taunting me further into the ecstasy of my soul. "Are you naked?"

"um . . . no"

"Then quickly correct that, my dear." You commanded with the clarity and strength of your sweet voice.

Settling down once more with the phone I found you awaiting my return. "Now, are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Closing my eyes I heard you moan into the phone as you continued the slow, patient tease.

"Now I want you to gently run the back of your hand up and down your shaft. Do not stroke it, just long slow movements."

Doing as I was told, your soothing hum caressed my ears, like a sweet lullaby relaxing me and contrasting with the continual stimulation. I could feel a steady tingle building between my legs as your lullaby smoothly transformed into a soft moan, like a cat's purr.

"Now I want you to rest the phone against your neck and shoulder, you will need both hands for the rest of this. Taking your cock firmly in hand I want you to slowly stroke it, starting at the tip of the head and ending at the base. With your other hand I want you to squeeze and fondle your balls. Imagine that it is me, stroking your cock and toying with your nut sack."

Again you returned to the soft moan, escalating into periodic whines, as you played with yourself on the other end of the line.

My fingers swept up and down the underside of my shaft, my other hand playfully rolling my balls around in the palm of my hand. It was true that I was no stranger to my body, but the way you orchestrated my technique was almost more than I could handle.

By then your soft purring had become a series of fluctuating, high-pitched squeals as a spine-crumbling climax threatened to tear through your very soul.

I grunted into the phone as my fingers continued the pace, unrelenting as the swelling ache became nigh-unbearable.

"Don't you cum yet? You know the rules. Not until I have first. And keep up the good work."

I sighed almost breathlessly into the receiver, my body quivering as the pressure rapidly approached pain in the pit of my stomach. Finally I heard you bellow into my ear as you exploded in the peace of your own home, laughing with a deep chuckle.

"You may cum now, my dear."

My thumb rolled across the head and it was all I could do not to drop the phone. My teeth ground painfully as the swollen dome burst like a geyser, spraying my stomach and legs with my seed as thick, warm jets leapt from the tip.

Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my other hand I laughed deeply into the phone.

"Good night my sweet prince. Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams indeed, my sweet. Good night."