Mirror Work (for Men)
MALE MASTURBATION | EROTICA | SELF-PLEASURE
Your alarm goes off at 5:30pm.
There’s nothing more you hate than waking up and knowing that you’ve got to go meet… people.
At 7pm, you know you’ll be sitting in a restaurant across from your least favorite, highest-paying client, right next to your fast-talking business partner. He’s doing the talking tonight, because you’d had enough of this annoying business trip about 3 days ago.
You’re the type of man who would rather eat a plate of melting glass with hot steel chopsticks than talk to shallow people who’ve got nothing to say.
Inhaling deeply, you release an irritated sigh, kicking your legs off of the soft bed.
Do I really have to go to this shit?
Rubbing your hands over your face, you realize you’re hard.
Well, at least one of us is ready to go.
Naked, you reluctantly make your way into the shower, scratching your chest and balls like a true primate. You purchased a eucalyptus body wash on the way in. You pour it vigorously into the palms of your hands, working a lather all over your body; paying attention to areas that get particularly sweaty in your sleep.
This is nice, but I’m so fucking wound up, I might actually punch someone.
The eucalyptus scent relaxes your body, but not your mind, as you gather thoughts of figures, facts, past, and present from your previous meetings with them. Their deal is already inked and sealed, but you can’t shake the feeling that these fuckers are going to do something to piss you off.
I hate this…
Getting out of the shower, you somehow feel even more surly and aggravated than when you got in. In defiance, you wrap your towel around your waist and angrily stomp from the bathroom.
You walk dripping and naked into the kitchen in your suite that overlooks the city. That 15-year-old, limited run whiskey is looking mighty fine sitting on the counter. You know it costs a small fortune to score a bottle this well-made. Shrugging, you open the cask and hold it under your nose.
Whoo… perfect, deep, barrel-scented, and powerful. Just how I like it.
You press open the cabinet and rinse out a whisky glass. Then, you drop in a round ice ball from the bottom drawer of the freezer. As you pour the whisky, you exhale, realizing that you are deeply stressed and just need to relax for a little while before you gather yourself to go out.
You go back to the expansive luxury suite bedroom, orange light from the sunset pouring into the space through massive glass windows.
Now, this is more like it.
You turn on some of your favorite music to the maximum volume. This is a perfect time for you to give yourself a transformational pep talk so you don’t end up dragging a fork across the most annoying client in the world at dinner. Your distant hotel neighbors don’t need to hear you screaming at yourself — even if the words are positive.
You pull up a comfortable chair and face the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall in the bedroom. Your glass of whiskey sits comfortably on a coaster atop a small, abstract table beside the mirror. The orange light cascades over your body, warming you in contrast with the cold air condition flowing through the room. It’s been a long time since you needed one of these talks.
Since your last self-talk, you’ve been putting in a lot of work every day to stack up your money. You’ve handled clients and fielded bullshit like nobody’s business. You work so hard, and you look so good while doing it.
Of course you couldn’t notice yourself before, you were too busy. You gaze into the mirror now, letting your eyes caress your outline, your face, your neck, your chest and —
Why is this towel still on? No one is in here with me.
Unwrapping the towel reveals your thighs to the cool air in the room, getting warmed by the incoming light of the juicy sunset.
That feels pretty good.
Spreading your legs, you let the air and the sun hit your soft penis while your balls gently rest between your thighs. You look at your resting member, your taint, your nipples hard and pointed. Your own scent mixes with the eucalyptus body wash, rising to meet your nostrils in a dizzying aroma.
Something awakens in your mind, as you catch a glimpse of your own eyes. You find yourself wanting to lock in and give yourself more than enough pleasure.
Your cock gets a rush in expectation, as if it were saying — Yes, that’s exactly what you need.
It makes sense, you think as your eyes search your reflection in the mirror.
You think about how hard you work, and how much you deserve to feel good. So good, that you have to cum. You think about how good you’ve been and how you miss the feeling of arousal spreading throughout your thighs and engulfing your cock.
Without breaking your gaze, you wrap one hand around your growing pillar, holding it and giving it gentle pulsating squeezes. Watching you do this to yourself this feels so good — it feels right.
Using your other hand, you put your index finger and middle finger in your mouth and suck, covering them in your own saliva until they’re juicy. You press and circle those fingers over the sensitive mountain of your tip, letting your mouth open to exhale into a tantalizing relaxation.
Out loud, you speak with authority tinged with sex, “You work so hard. Don’t you think you should just relax? For once?”
You feel your shoulders relax and your back soften. Biting your lip, you sink into the chair. Never breaking your gaze, you rest one hand behind your neck while you stroke and rub the tip of your veined and waiting baton.
“I don’t know why you never did this before, it feels so good.”
An excited shout escapes your throat as you tilt your head back, blending in with the music flowing all around you.
You focus in on your eyes once again, seeing them ravenous and expectant. You stare into them, feeling for the first time your heated gaze mirrored back into the depths of your soul. You crave going deeper, feeling even more pleasure. You moan out your own name.
“It feels so loving and sinful! Nobody knows you’re doing this to yourself right here, out in the open.”
Your hands continue to work your sensitive head as you reach for your glass. You let the warming liquid slip through your lips and down your throat. Putting the glass down, you catch your absolutely wild reflection in the mirror, wiping your mouth with your forearm.
Yes, it’s me moaning into my whisky with my other hand stroking up and down my hard fucking cock. I feel amazing.
You spit into your own hands and rub it all over yourself, mingling with the pre-cum drizzling from you. You know what you like.
“Look at you. Let me torment you.”
The sting of the aromatic whisky just gets you harder.
The harder you get, the more you firmly grasp your cock.
Every few seconds, you pause to lightly and sharply spank the head like the sexual beast you are.
You’re lost in the pleasure, now. Looking ever deeper into your own eyes, without breaking your gaze.
“Oh god — no one could ever get me off like I do.”
It feels feral and long overdue, as you massage your full, twitching balls with your other hand.
You feel the pressure building inside your cock and your balls. You know you’re about to cum, but you just want a little more.
You half-murmur, beg, and think to yourself, “Please let me go a little longer, please? Let me cum from deeper so I feel good.”
You can barely think straight, much less form coherent words as the pleasure fills your inner thighs and makes its way into the soles of your feet, your fingertips, and your curling toes.
You start spanking your cock and stroking it at the same time, the sensitivity of your head making it all too much to handle. You finally lose control, your voice escaping you in groans and shouts of moans and pleasure.
“Yes! Yes! Oh FUCK! I’m so fucking — ! GOD that feels so good! Ahnh!”
The whiskey kicks into high gear. Just as you break over the edge of intoxication, you explode into a euphoric state, shooting hot white cum all over your stomach, the towel, and your thighs.
As you slowly come back from your release, you open your eyes, breathing slower. You look at yourself, covered in your own sticky fluids. While you’re rubbing your biceps, your heart, mind, and your body feel fully relaxed.
With one last loving expression, you look speak to yourself, gazing into your happy, radiating eyes, ”You are so loved. I love you. It’s time to kick some ass.”
Smiling, you get into the luxurious shower and savor the scent and lather more than before, knowing you’ll do that to yourself again as soon as you get back.
Did you like it? Help me grow by:
- clapping for my stories,
- highlighting your favorite parts,
- commenting, and
- following me!
