Page 8 of Archer's Awakening

Should’ve picked a smaller dildo. Had to think you could take more than you actually can.

The thought elicited a snicker even as I sank deeper.

Oh God.Yep, I could feel that. That overfull sensation along with something teasing pleasure.

I shifted.

The dildo rubbed my prostate.

All was good with the world.

From there, I just had to fall back into a rhythm long in the distant past and yet also achingly familiar. I’d enjoyed this, once upon a time. I’d also enjoyed topping a man. I hadn’t cared.

Well, except for using protection. No way was I catching something.

And when I switched to female companions, no way was I knocking someone up.

That hollow feeling hit my chest.

Focus. Imaging some guy is reaming your ass. Is giving you everything you want. Everything you need.

Yeah, that.

Something broke inside me. I twisted my nipples to get that extra bit of sensation before my hand slid down my chest.

Nice pecs, great abs, and…

I encircled my hand around my cock. With no small amount of coordination, I timed my tugs with the sliding back and forth on the dildo. Slow at first—finding my footing. Then increasing the pace. Chasing the orgasm I so badly wanted. So badly needed.

The glide of my hand along my shaft—matching the rhythm. My previously neglected prostate received attention after almost twenty years of abstinence. My balls tingled as they drew up.

I shot my load. Just let it go as I rocked back against the dildo and held myself still.

The overwhelming bombardment of sensation was almost too much to take, and I sagged.

Resulting in the dildo going farther up my ass.

Shit.

So pulled myself off.

Fuck.

Okay, that hurt as well.

Yet I continued to milk myself through the intense orgasm, even as my cock became overly sensitive. My body signaled it was ready to give up the fight, even as I clung to that last little bit of pleasure.

I pressed myself against the back of the cold shower wall and slid down, letting the water continue to cascade over me.I’m wasting water.

Yeah, maybe. But the rain will refill the reservoir.

That might not be strictly true, but Vancouver hadn’t had a water shortage in a while. As long as we had a good snowpack, we’d be okay next year during the arid summer months.

Right…and that’s what really matters?

When I wanted a green lawn in the summer, it did.

You’ll be in your new home by then.

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