Distracted

by: RandyCandy


Finding it difficult to keep my mind on work today.

Concentration continuously interrupted by daydreams
of cocks, balls, man-holes and cum
distracting me from what I'm supposed to be doing.

All somewhat eased by the knowledge that I could contact a FB
and arrange a get-together after work
or drive to an adult theater for some playtime.

The theater beckons:
no arrangements to make, almost 100% certainty of getting what I want there...
how'm I supposed to get any work done now?

Trying to resist these thoughts, but
penis keeps tingling, threatening to engorge,
begging me surrender to pleasures of masturbation and orgasm.
We men truly are ruled by our cocks.

I could capitulate.
Easily accessible avenues available to me
that provide the opportunity to wank-off privately.
Yes, I have taken advantage of such before.

But that theater silently calls to me.
Visions of cocks; hands; mouths; and man-holes that await me.
(I always carry a tube of lube when visiting)

AFTER WORK! Come-on, brain: this can wait till later today.
My tongue must wait for that deliciously tart squirt of manjuice.
My cock must continue being patient, waiting for that warm, wet mouth and that nice tight hole
that is surely going to want me to stretch it open.
Oh, yes: they love surrendering their man-holes to my thick rod.
Almost always they want my cum pumped deep. Happy to oblige!

My enema bulb is with me
I can prepare before heading out.
I will be clean and ready in case my hole entices a cock.
I'm just as bad as those other guys.
Much as my cock wants to use a guys hole
my hole wants to be used, too.

If I succumb to temptation now and wank-off
Horniness will dissipate
I won't have more fun at the theater.

Must use self-restraint in pursuit of greater pleasures to cum!