Asuma Gets Squirrelly

Idly; Asuma flipped from station to station on his television. It was one of those days; no missions; no training; no plans. Nothing.

He sighed deeply and crushed the remains of a cigarette into the ashtray on his lap. He eventually ended up on a porn channel. He realized it had been awhile since he last got off, so he cranked the volume, tossed the remote aside and began rubbing his crotch.

He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. His hand returned to molesting the twitching bulge in his pants while the other hand roamed his muscular, hairy chest. He twisted a nipple between his fingers and grunted softly.

He undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. His pulled the cloth of his fundoshi loose and released his thick eight-inch cock.

He slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft, pulling the tight foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. A few drops of pre formed at the head and began running down his knuckles. He scooped up, and rubbed it over his tight hole.

He moaned as his finger penetrated. He pushed it in and slowly began fucking himself with it. He gathered up a steady rhythm and stroked himself in unison with his finger-fucking.

The dryness began to be a discomfort so he grabbed some lube and covered two fingers with the sticky substance. He slouched in his chair more to push his ass out. He spread his legs and pushed two fingers into his hungry orifice.

He groaned audibly now with the added finger. Asuma took the lube and dripped it onto his cock. He stroked more slowly than before, wanting to prolong his orgasm.

He pushed his fingers knuckle deep and began teasing his prostate. He groaned and did it again. Precum began building up at the tip of his cock, but he didn’t want to cum yet.

Slowly, he edged himself, coming to the point of orgasm several times, and each time barely able to hold himself back.

Nearly twenty minuets later he was still at it. His muscular body was damp with sweat and his breathing was heavy. It would happen soon, and he wouldn’t be able to hold back from blowing his load this time. So all at once, he began furiously beating his cock. He rubbed his prostate hard and seconds later he was howling with pleasure as his cock erupted with thick cum.

His cum flowed like a fountain, first splattering his face then chest with warm fluid. His ass clenched tight over his fingers with each shot. It seemed like it would never stop, but it finally did. Asuma was covered with his cum and breathing hard.

His body relaxed and he slowly pulled his fingers out. He sank into the chair, blissfully unaware of anything else but his own pleasure. He looked at his cum-covered hand for a few seconds before he began licking it off, savoring the salty, bitter taste. Once clean he reached for a cigarette, lit it up and began once again searching for something interesting on t.v.