I must be really horny because pre-cum was leaking out of my tip in copious amounts causing the Wood Sitting on a Bed wash your hands your mom’s house shirt, except it wasn’t me provoking the noise this time. Faster and faster she pumped. My heartbeat became rapid and my breath became louder. The slippery sound of skin rubbing a wet cock filled my ears. I couldn’t take it anymore. Oh my god had I really drifted off for an hour? I was groggy and slow while I reached around to look for my phone when I felt something wet and partly slimy around my crotch. It was cum. I had fallen asleep and had a wet dream about an old fantasy of mine. It’s my fault. I hadn’t masturbated in weeks.
So then I came to the Wood Sitting on a Bed wash your hands your mom’s house shirt. But no, anytime I find myself talking to an attractive girl with any amount of cleavage showing I have to hide the fact that I have a raging hard-on in my pants. I lie in bed and get frustrated with myself because I’m horny and haven’t had sex in a while when I could be having crazy kinky vaginal or anal sex complete with blowjobs and handjobs literally anytime I want. I reached around for a sock or towel, anything that I could wipe this up with, but I couldn’t find anything. I sighed, got up, trying to keep my cum from spilling onto the floor, and walked to the door of my room. I hesitated opening it. What if someone was still up and saw me half-naked in my own cum?