Kinktober 2017 Day 11 - Orgasm Denial

The early light of morning stung from the other side of his eyelids. That time already, he groaned and stretched. A brief listen he heard silence other than Virgil’s snoring along the hall. Yesterday was busy and had dragged into the small hours.  He had time to deal with the telltale rise under the sheet. 

A disadvantage of living on a secluded island with 7 other people was a lack of privacy. So when you get the opportunity… well … you take it.

Closing his eyes he tucked one hand under his pillow, running the other down his abdomen…

The door BURST open, causing Scott to jump. Instinctively drawing his knees up hid his actions. An overly cheery for this time of the morning Gordon stood in the doorway,

“Virgil’s turn for breakfast …hurry up.”

The door slammed closed behind him… and moments later was followed by another far too gleeful “Cummon Virgil, move your ass, you’re cooking.” and a “MMUUUFFFHHH” that had to be the result of a flung pillow.

Mood killed, Scott got up and headed to the shower.

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The fine powerful jets of hot water tingled against his skin stimulating his nerves. The familiar warmth of a few minutes early was making itself known again. Would only mean a couple more minutes in the shower than normal… oh hell why not…

*RAT-TAT-TAT* thundered on the (thankfully locked) bathroom door and Grandmas dulcet tones came from the other side.

“Breakfast is served, we’re waiting on you.”

Scott sighed and looked down… nope, ruined again.

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Virgil did make exceedingly good pancakes. Of that there was no denial. Scott smiled inwardly, Virgil would make someone a good wife someday… he’d never risk saying that to his face though. Virgil had Grandmas disapproval look covered perfectly.

He used the last fork of pancake to mop up the final smear of syrup. Licking the plate was hardly mature, so this was the next best thing. Swallowing the last mouthful he made his excuses. He was still tired and was going to catch up on a couple of hours more sleep.

Okay he wasn’t, but be could hardly say why he really needed peace.This time he was locking his door.

He climbed onto the bed, slipping his hand under the mattress to find the magazines hidden under there. A bit of imagery would help massively.

Eeny, Meeny, Miney …

“THIS IS THUNDERBIRD FIVE, WE HAVE A SITUATION!”

Scott yelled his frustration into his pillow.

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Hopefully the 3rd lot of shampooing would finally shift all the concrete dust from his scalp. That one had been far too close. He was tired, frustrated, pre-occupied and he knew it.

Fresh and clean he roughly dried himself. It was dark already but warm so he’d left the window ajar for air.

Double checking the door was actually locked he turned off the lights and lay down on top of his covers in the dark. The breeze from the window prickled his still slightly damp skin making him shiver as his body started to tingle in that pleasant, familiar way. 

He wrapped his hand around himself and gave a couple of light tugs.

Smoothing the pad of his thumb over the top, using the pre-cum to slick his hand and smooth his actions. 

He continued to massage, slowly strengthening his grasp and pressing lower, allowing his hips to roll upward into the touch. His breath became faster and shallower, as his muscles started to tense.

He could feel a mounting pressure building up inside him, a white hot burning need. 

He had his technique down to a fine art. He could draw it out for ages or bring himself off in under a minute if he needed a quick release. 

And right now the latter was more in need.

He let his thumb graze over and added a slight twist of his wrist on every stroke. 

“Fuck”, he whispered to the darkened room, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach. 

His balls tightened and his bit his lip accordingly, attempting to unsuccessfully silence the moan that bubbled up inside him. His hand tugged almost frantically at his hard dick, every second blending into a blissfully agonising torture as he searched for release. 

His hips and stomach lurched, as the heat mounted, coiling low in his stomach, a spring that wound tighter and tighter with every careful stroke of his desperate hand. 

Almost there as his grip became a little less secure, a little more sloppy, and then finally - 

“John to Scott we need to have a talk about…”

“FUCK OFF JOHN!” Scott yelled at the blue hologram with it’s fucking impeccable timing.

“You seem a but uptight Scott, you could do with some stress relief.”John’s focus was somewhere other than the camera feed.

“I’ve been trying to do that all fucking day.” Scott snapped back.

“Well there was no need for that. I was only calling to say you’ll need to talk to Alan as he had some girl questions and that’s not exactly my area of expertise.”

“Now is REALLY not a good time.”

John finally glanced up and even through the holo image Scott saw John’s cheeks darken as he realised.

“Oh…I’ll…leave you to it then.” and immediately blinked off.

Scott glanced down, then stared in reassignment at his ceiling. 

11/11/17