He Masturbates

He masturbates no less than five times a day. The feeling of his hard penis in his hands is a turn on, he’s not gay, but he does love his penis. He loves how it’s shriveled and floppy when it’s soft, hiding between his legs like a shy kitten. He loves when it gets hard and the skin gets smooth yet is still rough, a texture unlike the rest of his skin. He likes sneaking around trying to find places to masturbate. He’s left streaks of cream-colored cum stains on many staircase walls.

He loves women, many forms, many styles, in many ways. Their breasts and nipples, their lips and fingers, their legs and butts, their skin, their imperfections, their smile, their laugh, their moments of being crass, their gentleness and their toughness, their femaleness. They are the inspiration for each time he touches himself. He’s uses imagery and imagination. He lusts after the thoughts of women more than the feeling of ejaculation.

He wishes for many but only needs one. His imagination is all he needs for the others.

— fuckingfamous.org