NSFW-Supers Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Zach

Waves lapped over my back as I watched the ocean floor. The snorkel forced me to breathe evenly as the vegetation swayed with the current, I finally relaxed. I’d been on the island a day and was just starting to enjoy myself. Anger at Hunter and the stress of the office swept out with the current. Had I not been under water, I would have breathed a sigh of relief.

I’d planned it as a romantic get-away. So far, it hadn’t been even remotely romantic. I hadn’t even romanced myself since I’d walked in on Hunter, and as someone who usually took things into his own hands at least once a day, even if I’d had mind-blowing sex that day, it was unusual.

Maybe I’m depressed. Damn emotions.

The explosion from the center of the island hadn’t helped matters either. Being turned into a Pompeii ash-cycle was not something I’d planned for a vacation.

I put it out of my mind and floated. A school of bright fish swirled past. The sun heated my back and soft waves broke over it, cooling if off.

I should have done this years ago.

As I floated in the current, I noticed my swim trunks felt more snug than before. For the first time in days, my cock stirred. I ordered salmon all the time in restaurants and had never had this reaction to fish before. For a second I thought I’d developed a new kink, one I’d surely never heard of. I adjusted my steadily filling dick. It was hard enough that it stuck out the top of my trunks.

Something caught my eye. Below me, a glint in the sand was being covered and uncovered with every movement of the current. Curious, I took a deep breath, removed the snorkel and dove to the bottom. The closer I got to the bottom, the harder my dick got. By the time I reached down to touch it, I wished I’d been the one in the fuck sandwich a few days ago.

The metal object was brighter than it should have been in the muted light under the ocean, like it was producing its own glow. My heart rate increased, making my body use more oxygen. My lungs burned as I brushed sand off the metal. I uncovered a long metal tube with blunt, rounded end. It curved slightly, just like a… a metal dildo? There was no time to think. My body screamed for air. I grabbed the dildo and raced for the surface.

I broke the surface, gasping. My body ached.

By the time I reached the beach, my cock was so hard, it hurt. I wanted to lay down in the sand and use the object immediately. Though not a germaphobe, I had some standards about what I put in my ass. Thankfully, those standards were stronger than my suddenly raging sex drive.

I didn’t bother drying off. Racing back to the hotel, I wrapped the veiny, metal cock in my towel. That seemed to cut the urge a tiny bit. But not enough.

Why did I get so far from my room?

Once I got close to the hotel and around other people, I wanted to roll around on the ground and beg someone, anyone, to fuck me.

When I reached the front door,  Hector was on duty. He smiled as I raced up, then did a double take. I glanced down. The head of my cock and about two inches of the shaft stuck out the top of my Speedos. I shielded it with the balled up towel.

“Good morning, Zach,” Hector said. “Is everything alright?”

“Morning, Hector…” I panted—from more than the run. “It was… It was great. Be back down for lunch… see you then.”

Anything else he said was lost as I rushed past him to the stairs. I definitely didn’t have time for the elevator. And if I guy happened to step in there with me – gods help him.

“See you then.” Hector’s yell reached me just as the door to the stairwell slammed closed. I stopped worrying about covering myself as I flew up the stairs. There was nobody in there to see my cock flopping around.

0d5c29c786d85a46d3a9b3cc1a8c4383I hurried into my room and shucked my swim trunks just inside the door. My dick swung free. I couldn’t remember ever having been that horny. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I set the towel on the counter next to the sink, and it unrolled enough that the glint of the metal caught my attention. I looked at the soap in the shower and back at the dildo.

Why the hell not?

The warm metal was heavier than it had felt under the water—solid.

In the shower, I let the rushing water wash away the ocean salt water. My cock strained so hard I thought it would break free from my body. I covered the realistic metal cock with soap and stroked it to make sure every inch was clean. A tiny spark arced over my hand as I worked the soap over the head. I yelped and almost dropped it.

I bent over letting the water of the shower run through my hair as I worked soap into my aching hole. When it was slippery enough, I rubbed the head of the cock against it. Another tiny spark sent sensations through every inch of my nervous system. Even the shower water striking my shoulders was almost more sensation than I could stand. My cock jumped as I worked the head into my ass. I paused for just a second when I’d hit the full width. Then I couldn’t wait any more. I slammed the full length in so just the smooth testicles stuck out.

The electric pulses increased and the tiny sparks became stronger. Thoughts of electrocution registered for a millisecond and I stumbled out of the shower and lay on the floor. The sensation was too incredible to take the metal out. I worked it in and out of my hole furiously and every stroke made it harder for me to breathe.

A memory of Hunter between my legs flitted through my mind. I grabbed onto it, putting out of my mind how I’d found him the last time. He used to love to put hickies on my inner thighs. It drove me crazy. I could almost feel it happening.

My dick throbbed and was harder and bigger than it had ever been. It hovered inches off my flat stomach and ached. I reached for it but my fingers didn’t seem to work. Every inch of my skin felt like an extension of my aching dick. One hand worked the dildo, and the other clutched at the bathmat underneath me.

It was more than my body could take. My cock spasmed.

I screamed. Cum ripped from my balls as one final bolt of electricity surged from the metal. I felt detached and relieved as jizz arc over my head and hit the bathroom door, over and over again. The orgasm lasted forever until finally everything went black.

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