Love Thyself (mast)
by svankmaj
Douglas made the turns at the traffic lights as was commanded by their multi-colored signals. It was hard for him to concentrate on the road at times, but he managed to force it into attention just enough for him to drive safely. It had been a stressful day at the office, but he was glad to see another day done, and even gladder to realize that he was hard-working at this point in his life. He relaxed upon escaping the crunching experience of rush hour, into his own subdivision.
Douglas parked the car in his driveway, and entered his apartment, breathing a nice large sigh of relief as he realized that he could escape the day for a while, or at least until the next morning. He counted his blessings in knowing that, although his work was full-time, he often had free evenings to himself or with a good friend. Tonight, he decided, would be for him alone.
He walked into his bedroom, kicked his shoes off, and tossed his briefcase in the corner. He wanted to just flop on the bed and forget about everything for a good few minutes or hours, but something made him stop. He casually walked by the mirror and took a good long look at himself.
Douglas was a rather thin man, balding, tall, but not bad to look at at all. He liked himself the way he was, even though at times, he wished he was slightly heavier, or at least heavy enough to give him a reasonable shape to his body. Often he felt like he was shapeless, or without any definitive form. He liked how he looked in his formal business attire, and put himself in some casual poses for himself to look at. He was never usually vain, but this time, he seemed to like how he looked a lot.
Doug sighed again with relief and turned around to look at the bed. It was large and broad, and carried his body nicely during the night. He continued to look at it.
A smile started to broaden on his face as he realized something truly simple, common, and awesome that he could do right now.
Something began to stir below at the thought.�
A few minutes later, Doug came back with a large towel, which he laid out on the bed cover. Spreading it out as far as possible, he also got a small bottle of hand lotion which he thought might be prudent for the wonderful task he had in mind. He looked again at the bed and began thinking...
It's so amazing, I'm going to engage in something that almost everyone does, and is perfectly normal, but when you stop to think about it, it's one of the most awesome, amazing, pleasurable, and glorious things about the human body.
Douglas was never this introspective, but maybe it was the stressful, organized day that made him want to free his mind and body to other avenues for a good long while.
Still looking at the bed, he slowly raised his hands up to his tie and began untying it. He slid it off, and tossed it aside. He then gently let his sportscoat fall to the ground off his lean shoulders, still with that same smile on his face. Looking down at his feet, he saw his toes gently wiggling in his black socks. He lifted up each foot and pulled off the socks, throwing them aside. He looked at his bare feet and liked them. They looked so soft, simple, and very tender indeed; two pure white objects of flesh that were part of his body.
He slowly unbuckled his pants and let them slide down his long legs, and he stepped out of them. Douglas liked how his legs were slightly hairy and had a slight degree of muscle tone in them. He flexed them back and forth, noticing the feeling of tone in them as they moved.
Douglas brought his hands up to his shirt again and started unbuttoning it very slowly, getting rather excited at the idea of seeing his own chest, which he knew well enough, but was going to be exploring it in a different sense this time... When the last button slipped open, he gently opened his shirt, exposing his bare torso. He let it fall off his shoulders down to the ground.
His chest was pretty much smooth, and a creamy white in color. His nipples made two slightly pink marks on his chest. He touched them gently, wondering why they were there in the first place. He thought that his nipples were the oddest and yet most amazing parts of his body, and he loved to touch them, finger them, and watch them change whenever he got aroused. Moreso, he loved watching them grow larger and firmer on a partner when making love.
He spread his hand down to his abdomen, feeling the smooth soft texture of his skin. He looked down at his bellybutton and fingered it, smiling. I really have a great body, he thought to himself.
He stood silent for a minute and thought about what his back must look like. He knew that it was as smooth as his chest, with nice shoulder blades that seemed to broaden his torso very much. He thought about the nice deep groove down his back that was his spine, ending in the very sensitive small of his back.
Douglas was now only in his underwear, which contained an already hardening lump. He giggled at the idea that he was so hard without even touching his cock, but he also wanted to enjoy the feeling of slow, sure arousal. He took a couple of deep breaths and slid his boxers off, exposing an aptly hard, five inch penis that bobbed gently with his pulse, along with his soft, leathery pouch that contained his testicles.
Douglas loved learning about the male body, either through exploration, books, or even television documentaries. He loved the reproductive aspects the best, and was always amazed at how men could create life through something so secret, so sensitive, and so beautiful. He kind of wished that men could have as large a part in reproduction as women did, but even so, he relished the idea of sperm's creation deep inside his balls, as well as the testosterone that made his body what it was today.
Upon thinking of the testosterone flowing inside him, Douglas' smile grew broader. He slowly raised his arms and flexed his muscles, even though they were not that noticeable. He didn't care. He was loving his body now, and he wanted to cherish it thoroughly.
But his erection wasn't going down. Douglas decided to lie on top of the towel he had placed, and stretch his body out to its furthest extent. He had previously unplugged all the telephones and locked the doors, so he would not be disturbed at all. He was having his own private session of self-love and tranquility that would not be interrupted.
He sighed deeply many times, and let himself rest easily for a while. Gradually his penis got shorter and shorter, and went back to being gently flaccid. He looked at it and smiled. He liked his penis like that. That way, it seemed less "dominating" and more like a secret origin of life. He slowly pressed one finger on it.
It was leathery, and the skin was very stretchy. It was so much more loose and open than it was when he was erect. He spread his hand up around his abdomen again and laid his head back, thinking about the wonders of his body.
Douglas' feet gently started to point out and wiggle their toes. His knees flexed and tensed slightly, his arms flexed their muscles, and even his nipples seemed to "bounce" a little, as if he could actually make his pecs bounce. He liked being in control of his body, and loving himself to the max. Without looking at it, he reached over and took the bottle of lotion and gently squeezed a little bit into his hand. He smiled again, closed his eyes, and proceeded to spread his hand slowly around his torso.
The lotion rubbed smoothly onto his skin, and Douglas' grin broadened as he felt his skin become softer, smoother, and more slick with the lotion he was using. This was awesome. His heart was already starting to beat faster and faster as he fingered his hardening nipples. He paused and took a couple of more deep breaths to relax himself again. He wanted to savor this moment and use it for all it was worth.
Douglas continued to rub lotion on several parts of his body. He spread it down his arms, on his shoulders, and up and down his nice legs. He noticed that his legs seemed slightly thicker and more toned when he was lying down, and he liked that. He put a bit of lotion on his feet, as well, and loved feeling the softness of his soles and how tender his feet really were.
All this time he avoided touching his penis, which was hardening at times and growing soft at other times. But it didn't seem to matter, as he wasn't aiming for an erection. He was aiming for self-love. He loved his body, loved himself, and was giving himself the most attention a man could ever give himself.
He laid back again and smiled. This is it, he thought to himself. I'm going to do it. I'm actually going to do it.
He slowly raised his hand, put a little bit of lotion into it, and slowly moved it down to his groin.
He shivered all over at the slightly cold feeling of the lotion on his penis. He changed his mind and decided to put a little bit of the lotion he had onto his balls, and massage them with the other hand. They felt nicely large and SO full...he imagined that he could feel the individual sperm being born inside, waiting to fulfill their quest of creation. He closed his eyes and envisioned millions upon millions of tiny cells with wriggling tails...cells that contained every single bit of information about his own body. His heart beat faster and faster upon thinking about such a miracle of life.
Douglas couldn't bear it any longer. His abdomen was rising and falling rhythmically, saying, "Release.....now.....please!!!" He could feel his breath getting hotter and hotter, and he even felt one or two drops of sweat starting to slide off his forehead. He placed the palm of his lotioned hand on his penis.
Douglas' chest suddenly expanded as his back arched. From his viewpoint, it looked like his body had suddenly grown twice as large, and he relished the fantasy. His toes spread out, and his legs tightened as a wonderful feeling started to crawl from his sensitive penis, all the way to the rest of his body. He relaxed his body again and made sure to spread the lotion evenly around his hardening penis. Then he took it in his hand, and began to stroke.
Douglas began to moan quietly, and he rolled his head sideways a bit. He could not believe the amazing pleasure that he was feeling inside his body right now. He felt so good, so loved, so happy, and so HORNY...it was just too much. He continued to stroke, his hips rhythmically thrusting as he felt wave after wave of pleasure flow through his body. He opened his eyes and looked down. He was definitely growing -- his cock was about 5 and a half inches long now, and seemed to be growing a little bit more. He squeezed at the tip slightly to pace his growing erection, but not for long. He needed the pleasure, happiness, and all other good feelings that exploded out of masturbation and self-exploration.
But his penis wasn't the only thing he was looking at. He looked at his chest and abdomen. Both were slightly red, with a nice sex flush, as his body got hotter and hotter to the touch. His left nipple twitched gently and hardened more, making the tip larger and erect to the max. It seemed to bulge with a tone of its own, making it look almost as ample and rounded as a female breast. At the thought of such bodily transformation, his heart continued to pump more and more blood to all corners of his body, including his throbbing penis. He was most aroused at seeing his skin seem to glow and gleam with the combination of lotion and sweat that was profusely growing all over his body. He moved his head towards his left armpit, feeling a single drop slide into the hair inside. He knew that sweat became thick and milky in the hairier parts of his body, with each strand acting as a wick to the scent. He took a deep sniff near his armpit and smelled his manly musk. Normally it would have stank to high heaven, but now it smelled so amazingly arousing, it only incited him to stroke more and harder.
Oh my God, this is it...I can't believe this! I can't!!! he thought again. He was feeling a kind of euphoric high of endoprhins flood his whole system. He had no idea where he was or what was happening, and he didn't care. He wanted to keep stroking. He wanted to see what his own hot body was capable of.
He was so close, and he was getting closer. His abdomen was now shivering, his muscles thickened, and his balls were getting larger and tighter to his own body. He squeezed his face and gritted his teeth as he felt his hips push deep into the bed. He knew what was going to happen. In a split second, he closed his eyes and saw every single part of his body at once: his feet, his shoulders, his back, his penis, his lips, his ears, his knees, and overpowering all those images, one extraordinarily powerful image:
A single one of his sperm.
He opened his eyes wide, the pupils widening completely.
"OHHHHH GOODDDDDDD!!!!" he screamed out loud as his hips violently bucked into the most POWERFUL thrust he had ever experienced. A long thick stream of life-giving semen shot straight out of his penis and right on the backboard behind his head. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed again as his hip bucked again, and a second shot landed on his chin and neck. He gave long moans of utmost pleasure as his head rocked side to side in a frenzy, as four more bursts of cum flew from his penis and onto his chest, making a sticky, creamy pool of life.
Douglas' heart was going so crazy, he was briefly afraid he might have a heart attack. But then he felt a stronger urge inside his penis. He didn't let go, but continued to stroke. His breathing started becoming labored again, and his heart pumped rapidly as he felt more waves of pleasure engulf his body. His body tightened up, his hips sank, and with another primal scream of pleasure, another strong load of cum burst from his penis and onto his upper chest, and a few more followed, dribbling out in a sweet, beautiful geyser onto his furry crotch.
He felt like collapsing, and let his whole body go. Everything started to relax, with his body drenched completely in sweat, hand lotion, and cum. He took many deep breaths as he felt his body slowly return to homeostasis, but something kept rattling around in his mind. After a few minutes, he was actually able to piece it together:
I had a multiple-orgasm.
He couldn't believe it. But it had to be true. His first orgasm had finished, but he felt so good and aroused, that he had another one afterwards, which felt slightly less powerful but still wonderful at the same time! He had done it. He had actually experienced a multiple-orgasm, which he and others had thought to be almost impossible to attain. He smiled and stroked his penis lovingly, amazed at the wonderful gift of pleasure that he had been endowed.
Douglas continued to lay on the bed, the semen slowly coagulating into a thin liquid, but he didn't care. The towel would soak it up enough. Besides, they were his sperm. They were free now from the confines of his body, even though they wouldn't survive outside for long.
While he was thinking these things, he heard something start ringing, and realized that he never turned his cell phone off. He reached across his bedside table and answered it.
"Hey, Doug, it's Kevin!"
"Hi, Kevin, how've you been?"
"Not bad, not bad...what are you up to?"
Douglas smiled, again. "I've had a nice hot session of self-love."
"Really...you know, you've got to tell me how to do that."
"Well, we could practice it together, you know. There's no trick to it. You just have to let yourself go, and love every part of your body to the maximum."
"Yeah, but I could never do that, Doug. I'm a 56 year old blubbery guy!"
"It doesn't matter. I'm 45, and I love it. It's better for us older guys, since we can enjoy lots of pleasure before we orgasm or even attain an erection. Besides, your body needs and deserves that attention."
Douglas imagined that he could hear Kevin's grin over the phone. "I think I will try it, then. Talk to you later, Doug!"
Douglas hung up and laid back again, drifting off to a nap, his hand gently resting on the beautiful creation that was his body.
END