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was it that thought sent another wave of blood rushing south?
This time I imagined it was Evan’s hand coming down on me, and I grunted as I put my full strength behind it.
SLAP!
“Arrgh! Bloody hell!” That was more like it. I gazed down at the pink handprint on my flank. Shit, I did that. And I’d enjoyed it. There was a bead of precome glistening at the tip of my dick. I thought about Evan making a handprint on Rai’s backside, and the drop fell, another welling up to take its place.
Oh Christ, was I ever going to be able to look Rai and Evan in their faces again? Jerking off imagining myself sandwiched between them was one thing, but I’d definitely crossed a line here.
I’d joined the ranks of the perverts.
I swung around to look in the mirror, but my face was pretty much the same as ever. Same nondescript features. Same unruly hair. My eyes looked a little wild, but more like I was worried than anything more specific. I figured that unless I went around blurting out my secret self-spanking fetish to others, I was probably safe from detection.
The bath was nearly full, so I hopped in, leaving the taps running. The water was just cool enough to soothe my heated skin but warm enough so I’d be able to lie there for a while. I reclined, allowing my legs to fall open. The tip of my erection just cleared the glassy surface like an island. My foreskin was an atoll around the volcanic peak of my glans. I gave my shaft a good squeeze, flooding the landscape before thrusting it up again. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Mount Cock erupted, drowning any islanders in a blast of molten-hot spunk.
I toed the hot tap, trying to turn it off so the bath didn’t overflow while I wanked myself stupid. That’d be fun to explain to the guys downstairs when they wanted to know why their bathroom ceiling had flooded.
Bloody tap wouldn’t turn, although it rattled alarmingly. This place had some serious plumbing issues. I wondered if Evan would be willing to have a look at it for me. Not right now, though, although the thought had a certain porny charm to it—especially if he brought his great big tool to do it with.
But no. Tap off first, wank second. I sat up and shifted forward so I could show that tap who was boss.
Creeeeeeeack
Whoa! I’d never heard the floor do that before. I really needed to get on to my landlord about that. Not that the useless tosser would do anything about it. I wrestled with the hot tap until it budged, then moved to slump back down again.
Crack!
The whole bath shifted in a way that bathtubs never, ever should. An inch of raw plaster had appeared between the bottom of the tiles and the top of the tub. Metal pipes groaned. Wood creaked.
I grabbed the handlebars and braced myself to stand.
That was when the bottom fell out of my world.
Chapter Six
CRASH!
Water splashed up around me as the bathtub hit something hard. Dust filled my lungs. Chunks of plaster rained down around me, turning the water cloudy. The angle of the bath was all wrong, tilting up towards the taps and pooling the water around me as I slid back to the other end.
My arse was really stinging now.
I blinked, trying to clean the grit out of my eyes. A mix of hot and cold water rained down on me from overhead, hampering my efforts. Where was a plumber when you needed one? Eventually, I managed to shield my eyes and look around.
I was in a bathroom, but it wasn’t mine.
The door burst open, revealing Evan dressed in his blue overalls. He looked just like he did when he got back from a day’s work—all except for the way his massive erection stuck out of the open buttons at the crotch. I couldn’t stop staring. That’s shock for you.
“Bugger me!” Evan looked as flummoxed as I felt, and didn’t make any effort to cover himself up.
“I think I need a plumber,” I said as another piece of plaster landed on their toilet cistern with a thud. I sniggered, coughed, then sniggered again. “What are your
This time I imagined it was Evan’s hand coming down on me, and I grunted as I put my full strength behind it.
SLAP!
“Arrgh! Bloody hell!” That was more like it. I gazed down at the pink handprint on my flank. Shit, I did that. And I’d enjoyed it. There was a bead of precome glistening at the tip of my dick. I thought about Evan making a handprint on Rai’s backside, and the drop fell, another welling up to take its place.
Oh Christ, was I ever going to be able to look Rai and Evan in their faces again? Jerking off imagining myself sandwiched between them was one thing, but I’d definitely crossed a line here.
I’d joined the ranks of the perverts.
I swung around to look in the mirror, but my face was pretty much the same as ever. Same nondescript features. Same unruly hair. My eyes looked a little wild, but more like I was worried than anything more specific. I figured that unless I went around blurting out my secret self-spanking fetish to others, I was probably safe from detection.
The bath was nearly full, so I hopped in, leaving the taps running. The water was just cool enough to soothe my heated skin but warm enough so I’d be able to lie there for a while. I reclined, allowing my legs to fall open. The tip of my erection just cleared the glassy surface like an island. My foreskin was an atoll around the volcanic peak of my glans. I gave my shaft a good squeeze, flooding the landscape before thrusting it up again. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Mount Cock erupted, drowning any islanders in a blast of molten-hot spunk.
I toed the hot tap, trying to turn it off so the bath didn’t overflow while I wanked myself stupid. That’d be fun to explain to the guys downstairs when they wanted to know why their bathroom ceiling had flooded.
Bloody tap wouldn’t turn, although it rattled alarmingly. This place had some serious plumbing issues. I wondered if Evan would be willing to have a look at it for me. Not right now, though, although the thought had a certain porny charm to it—especially if he brought his great big tool to do it with.
But no. Tap off first, wank second. I sat up and shifted forward so I could show that tap who was boss.
Creeeeeeeack
Whoa! I’d never heard the floor do that before. I really needed to get on to my landlord about that. Not that the useless tosser would do anything about it. I wrestled with the hot tap until it budged, then moved to slump back down again.
Crack!
The whole bath shifted in a way that bathtubs never, ever should. An inch of raw plaster had appeared between the bottom of the tiles and the top of the tub. Metal pipes groaned. Wood creaked.
I grabbed the handlebars and braced myself to stand.
That was when the bottom fell out of my world.
Chapter Six
CRASH!
Water splashed up around me as the bathtub hit something hard. Dust filled my lungs. Chunks of plaster rained down around me, turning the water cloudy. The angle of the bath was all wrong, tilting up towards the taps and pooling the water around me as I slid back to the other end.
My arse was really stinging now.
I blinked, trying to clean the grit out of my eyes. A mix of hot and cold water rained down on me from overhead, hampering my efforts. Where was a plumber when you needed one? Eventually, I managed to shield my eyes and look around.
I was in a bathroom, but it wasn’t mine.
The door burst open, revealing Evan dressed in his blue overalls. He looked just like he did when he got back from a day’s work—all except for the way his massive erection stuck out of the open buttons at the crotch. I couldn’t stop staring. That’s shock for you.
“Bugger me!” Evan looked as flummoxed as I felt, and didn’t make any effort to cover himself up.
“I think I need a plumber,” I said as another piece of plaster landed on their toilet cistern with a thud. I sniggered, coughed, then sniggered again. “What are your
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