Umm, this is slight Clive/Greg, but I hope it will do. (Also, assume Clive's wife is away somewhere.)
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Clive pulled the curtains shut, and fell back on to his bed. Just when he thought he was getting somewhere with Greg, the bastard had run off home, leaving Clive confused, angry and more than a little unsatisfied.
He inched his hand down across his stomach to cup the swelling in his pants, stroking himself through the material. He undid his flies, and reached down into his briefs, grabbing his cock firmly in his right hand and jerking himself, slowly at first. His pace increased and he gasped with each movement of his arm.
But it wasn't enough.
He looked around at his bedside table, searching for something, anything to be Greg's cock for the night and fill him like he needed to be filled. Eyes drifting to his wife's dresser, he got up and started to look through the bottom drawer. She must have something.
Pulling open a Clark's shoebox, he found his bounty - an 8-inch ribbed dildo. Grabbing it, he went back to the bed, and resumed his ministrations on his cock.
He quickly slicked the first two fingers of his left hand with lotion and moved them down between his legs to his opening. He teased his entrance with one finger at first, slowly sliding it past the tight ring of muscle moving it in gentle circles, before more desperately shoving in the second, stretching himself for what was to come.
Still moving his fingers inside himself, he used his other hand to liberally apply more lotion to the dildo lying to his side. He moved it to his entrance, and removed his fingers to commence rubbing at his hole qith the eight inches of thickness that he needed to feel inside of him.
He slowly pushed it into himself, his legs spreading wider as it filled him. His shallow thrusts became deeper and faster as he fucked himself on to the dildo, gasping every time it hit his prostate. He felt his pleasure mounting and he moved his other hand back to his cock and began stroking in time with the thrusts, knowing him climax wasn't far off, and finally came with a wordless shout.
He continued stroking himself until his mind drifted back to him, and he mentally reminded himself that the dildo would probably need a rinse.
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dancing_serpent
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Date: 2008-08-27 12:58 am (UTC)***
Clive pulled the curtains shut, and fell back on to his bed. Just when he thought he was getting somewhere with Greg, the bastard had run off home, leaving Clive confused, angry and more than a little unsatisfied.
He inched his hand down across his stomach to cup the swelling in his pants, stroking himself through the material. He undid his flies, and reached down into his briefs, grabbing his cock firmly in his right hand and jerking himself, slowly at first. His pace increased and he gasped with each movement of his arm.
But it wasn't enough.
He looked around at his bedside table, searching for something, anything to be Greg's cock for the night and fill him like he needed to be filled. Eyes drifting to his wife's dresser, he got up and started to look through the bottom drawer. She must have something.
Pulling open a Clark's shoebox, he found his bounty - an 8-inch ribbed dildo. Grabbing it, he went back to the bed, and resumed his ministrations on his cock.
He quickly slicked the first two fingers of his left hand with lotion and moved them down between his legs to his opening. He teased his entrance with one finger at first, slowly sliding it past the tight ring of muscle moving it in gentle circles, before more desperately shoving in the second, stretching himself for what was to come.
Still moving his fingers inside himself, he used his other hand to liberally apply more lotion to the dildo lying to his side. He moved it to his entrance, and removed his fingers to commence rubbing at his hole qith the eight inches of thickness that he needed to feel inside of him.
He slowly pushed it into himself, his legs spreading wider as it filled him. His shallow thrusts became deeper and faster as he fucked himself on to the dildo, gasping every time it hit his prostate. He felt his pleasure mounting and he moved his other hand back to his cock and began stroking in time with the thrusts, knowing him climax wasn't far off, and finally came with a wordless shout.
He continued stroking himself until his mind drifted back to him, and he mentally reminded himself that the dildo would probably need a rinse.