Dan sighed as he closed his bedroom door and gazed longingly at his bed. 'Phil doesn't get back from America for 2 more days...' He thought. 'That means, I can be as loud as I want.' As he sat on his bed, thinking about what he felt like using in himself, his eyes unexpectedly swivelled towards his 'butt chair'. When he had shown it in his apartment tour video, there had been a lot of speculation in the comments about his sexuality.
He shrugged. Dan was sick of using his hand to relieve himself.
He slowly stood up and walked over to the cold, white chair. His hands ran over its curves, stopping at the base of the cheeks. Dan felt his member twitch and a half smirk ghosted his face. He sat on it so his legs could wrap around the cheeks, hands caressing the back. He hastily unzipped his jeans and his erect member sprang up. Dan rolled his hips forward so the tip of his throbbing member gently touched the cool marble. He gasped on contact. 'Oh.' he whispered. Slowly he pressed his whole member against the chair, goose-bumps spread through his arms and down his legs. He felt a pulse of arousal. Slowly, Dan began to rock his hips up and down, making his member rub harder on the marble. 'Fuck.' He said out loud. His hands gripped the back as his rhythm sped up. His moans of pleasure got louder, more frequent. His member was nearly bent completely vertically, rubbing hard against the now warm chair back. Suddenly, his hand jerked down, gripping one of the cheeks. He knew he was close, and spanked the cheek, causing his hand to sting and another wave of arousal to speed through him. His other hand jerked off the chair and he rubbed it over and over his throbbing member. Dan's cries of pleasure were very loud by now; moans mixed with various swear words as he thrust more and more against the chair. With one last spank that pushed him over the edge and a half shout of pleasure, he came hard on to the chair and his hand. Without bothering to clean up his load, Dan shuffled over to his bed, pants hanging around his ankles.
As he flopped onto his bed, he had just enough energy to kick his pants off before wrapping the cool fabric around his warm skin and slowly drifting off to sleep.