Puck is preparing early Friday night for his date with Her again.
Standing in front of the mirror he looked his body over flexing his muscles. He smiled at his reflection. He was Puckzilla, the resident stud of McKinley High. He starts the shower letting it get steamy in the room, before he steps into the tub.
The hot water feels good against his skin. The feel of it running down his smooth chest, he just stands under the shower head with his eyes closed enjoying it.
In the last couple of weeks he has learned a lot about his other senses. Touch, taste, smell, sound every sensor in his body was alive. He didn't realize how much he was missing until he became involved with her.
He wasn't allowed to ask her anything about herself not even her name. He did what she instructed him to do without question. After the first time and how she gave him the best and hardest orgasm of his life, he would do anything she asked of him.
In the dark, in the total darkness he could lose the façade of toughness and become weak and submissive. She was teaching him to let go and just feel.
His large cock had harden as he thought of the things she did to him, how she made him feel every touch. He started soaping his body, feeling the contours of his muscles under his hands.
He closed his eyes, letting his soapy hands wander all over his body until they rested on his hard dick. Making a fist around it he starts to stroke himself slow at first letting his other hand gently squeeze his balls.
Soon his hips are bucking against the fist, his body telling him harder faster. A growl escapes his lips as he loses himself to pleasure that is building up inside of him. He blindly grabs the towel rack as he feels his balls tighten against his skin.
He pumps himself harder needing to feel the explosion, the rush of falling over the edge. He groans feeling his cock swell tighter and then the head of his cock erupts. His knees start to buckle under him, he hangs on to the towel rack. A low animalistic growl escapes his lips as every nerve ending is on fire.
He feels himself slide down the wall of the shower as the spasm rock his body. He sits in the tub until he feels the water starting to cool off.
He stands, his knees weak from the hard orgasm that slammed through his body. He quickly rinses the rest of the soap off of his body. Stepping out on to the rug he grabs a towel off of the vanity and starts drying his body off.
Wrapping the towel around his body, he opens the door and walks to his room to get ready to beg for more…