The husky warmth of his voice washes over me. I recall a night of laughter and pleadings and the rush of release. I drizzle the warm lotion along the veins of my hardness. It drips onto my balls causing me to squirm just the tiniest bit.

It tickles and my mind falls back in remembrance. I was laid out upon his bed; on my belly with my hands and feet restrained. I could wiggle and lift myself a bit.

I paid the price each time I did. I was laying upon a patchwork quilt. It was a myriad of surfaces. They ranged from soft and satiny to prickly like an old towel that had dried in the sun until it was stiff. Each section of fabric caressed my body in its own sweet tortuous way.

He played my body, wringing laughter from it as he tickled me with the simplest of things; feathers, hairbrushes, paintbrushes, and his fingers. He added lotion to my feet, softening them and making them more sensitive.

Then he moved until he was seated on the small of my back. He sucked on my skin just behind my ears. Slowly he worked his way down. The insides of my arms, my ribs and sides were all touched by his fingers or the instruments held by them. I laughed, tears rolling down my cheeks. I pleaded, beginning to go hoarse from the laughter. I sought release, yet wished for my need to rise higher.

He moved down to my feet and then worked his way up the insides of my legs. He took his time making his way to my balls. He lightly raked his fingers over them before parting my cheeks and teasing my hole.

I was reduced to whimpering when at last he filled me with his own cock. He reached underneath me, fisting me with a hand bathed in lotion. The fury of his release and gentleness of his touch took me over the precipice.

Now I lay here, stroking myself. I am fighting against my release, as it builds higher. My eyes meet his green ones. His cock glistens with lotion as he strokes himself; his pleasure coming from the sight of me and the remembrance in my eyes as my hand runs up and down my cock. I roll my balls. My orgasm is building. It is pushing against my body finding its way like waves lapping outward against an incoming tide.

I fix my eyes upon my lover as I cry out his name. He echoes me with a cry of his own.

The End.