That Man In The Mirror
“Ah, that water feels good,” I say to the image in the mirror. The shower stall was mirrored when I moved into the place. I like the way my body looks. I like the way my body feels. A little narcissism never hurt anyone, did it? My hands caress my flaccid cock. Suddenly it’s not so flaccid anymore. That Man in the Mirror stares at it lovingly. They have had some good times together That Man and my cock. It’s filling up. It’s getting harder. I like the way that feels. I like the way that looks. Something tells me that I might have been a twin once, but that was another life -- maybe a past life. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I wonder what it would be like to suck That Man’s cock. I wonder what it would be like to slide my hard throbbing man meat into his tight virgin ass. I slide a finger around the crown of my cock. “How nice that feels!” I say with a sigh. My other hand reaches around, slips in between the cheeks of my ass and gently glides down until a finger touches my manly opening. My cock twitches. My body shivers just a bit. My finger enters my asshole up to the first knuckle. There’s a tingling sensation as the soapy fingertip caresses my anal walls. “That feels so good.” That Man in the Mirror looks at me from beneath his half closed eyes. His eyes beg for more. I slide my finger further inside of me, up to the second knuckle. I release another sigh. Without any warning the soap-slicked finger slides in further. “Oh! Yes!” “Put another finger inside me,” says the Man in the Mirror. “I don’t know if you can handle that,” I say to him. “My fingers are pretty thick.” “Try,” he says with a slight wink. The tip of my index finger slides along my middle finger to just the point of insertion. I have to be careful of the fingernail. Gently. Gently it goes in. There’s the nicest feeling of pain, or is it pleasure, as the index finger enters to the first knuckle. “So good,” says the Man in the Mirror. “Give me a little more.” My index finger slips to the second knuckle, then slips back out. The two fingers now move as one: in and out, in and out. My other hand pistons my cock; up and down, up and down. That Man in the Mirror keeps smiling that silly smile. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask him. He nods happily in response. “Now, put in another finger?” he asks me politely. “Please?” My ring finger joins the other two in their endless journey in and out of my now twitching asshole. This feels so good. How can I stop? “Put the next finger in please?” I comply with the request. My pinky joins the others in their steady movement. I give my wrist a twist. “Ah! Yes!” “I love when you do this to me,” says the Man in the Mirror. “I love when you make me feel this good, when you show me how much you love me.” “I do,” I say to him. “Put your thumb inside, too,” he says. My thumb joins my other four fingers. There’s a moment of resistance. “Oh! Fuck yes!” I say joyfully as my fist glides inside. “Does that feel good?” he asks. I nod my head. I don’t want to change the moment, change the sensations happening in my body. “Pump your hard throbbing cock for me,” he says. “Piston that mother fucking hard throbbing piece of man cock! Make me shoot my hot load!” “Yes! Yes!” I reply. That’s all I can say. The feelings are too good. The sensations are too fantastic. My fist pumps in and out of my asshole. My other fist pistons my hard cock. “Ah!” “Cum for me!” pleads the Man in the Mirror. “Shoot your load with me!” “Fuck! Yes!” I scream. My fist opens in my ass. My thumb glides across my prostrate gland causing my body to shake. “Oh!” My fist moves faster up and down the shaft of my cock. “Yes!” The first blast of my orgasm hits the first blast of that Man in the Mirror’s orgasm. Our second spurts just miss the mirror, landing where the mirror meets the tile. “Oh!” I say as spurt after spurt shoots from my cock. “Ah!” says my reflection in the mirror. I pull my fist from my stretched tingling manhole and shake the last drops of cum from my cock. I lean sideways against the mirror as the water continues to caress my body. That Man in the Mirror turns his head slightly. His lips caress mine. “It’s always so good with you,” I say to him. He smiles one last smile at me. I take the towel from the shower door, wrap it around myself, and exit the shower stall. “I love a good fuck first thing in the morning,” I say with a laugh as I dry myself off, remembering to be gentle when I dry the still (almost) virgin, still tender asshole. All comments may be directed to the author at: jnzin@homail.com.
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