The polite and respectful Gentleman of the Four Heavenly Kings was exhausted. Plopping down on the edge of his bed with a sigh of fatigue, Coco want over how tiring his day was. The women of Gourmet Fortune have yet to heed his warnings of how dangerous he is. He has told them many time that he is poisonous, but do they listen? No. They ganged up on him the minute he got off work, still asking for fortunes, telling other girls to Move it! He's mine! The whole ordeal was troublesome. No one ever listens to him when he calmly tells them to go away.
Propping up further onto his bed, today has left him feeling… kind of stressed. There was a bit of tingling in his spandex pants, too. When he looked down to his groin area there was a small, but noticeable bulge.
Oh, dear. A soft blush spread over Coco's cheeks. There was nothing remotely sexual going on in his head, so why was he this way? He had begun to wonder if the reason was because of all those women's hands on him. Most likely. The sensation must've left an impression on his body. The body wants to be touched that badly, it didn't care what the brain wanted.
Well, he was only human after all. And as a human, he admits to having needs, or desires that must be taken care of properly from time to time. Even though he was very ashamed at himself to do so.
Hooking his thumbs over his pants and briefs, Coco snaking out of them slowly until his painfully erect penis sprung free. It was pulsing, waiting for the warm touch of his hand. He tentatively wrapped a hand around his girth and began to pump himself with a steady pace, closing his eyes as he drought his other hand in to feel the roundness of his sac, shuddering at the sensation that shot up his back and around his dick.
Coco's forehead broke out into a sweat, despite the cool temperature of his bedroom.
He began to pump harder now, his skin prickled and burned where he touched. He could feel his testicles tighten and push up against the base of his cock as clear droplets of precum beaded the tip. Giving in to his needs, Coco's hand slammed down hard on his erection. Squeezing his eyes shut, his face sporting a grimace of pleasure, his hips pumping and pumping to increase the desire.
It was at that moment a beam of light hit Coco in his closed off vision. Opening his eyes, he detected the source light was coming from the sun shining through his window and glaring off his full length mirror up against the wall. Turning on his side, Coco faced the mirror so he could stared directly at his reflection and continued with his routine. He watched himself for a while, slightly mesmerized and ashamed at the sight of how he displayed himself. He shut his eyes again and in his mind he imagined what it would be like to make love to a woman. Coco wants to be able to hold her, to kiss her, and more importantly not to poison her.
His only wish is to touch others without causing harm to them, instead he must rely on his thoughts and hand to give him the pleasure he so desperately seeks.
Now Coco's whole body began to shudder like crazy. He was close, so damn close. Taking his hand away from his balls, he licked two of his fingers. To give himself an extra push, he did something he wouldn't normally do. He shoved them into his ass.
"Ah! Ouch!" he gasped, the act sending shock waves through him. The fingers in his ass mimicked the motion of the hand that jerked his cock. It was all too much for him to handle, but he was pleaded with himself to stay strong and not stop. Bombs exploded in his brain as electric pulses traveled throughout his body. Quicker. Faster. He was almost there.
Finally, Coco's release tore through his body leaving him weak and breathless. He collapsed on his bed, spasms rack his body as he tried to come down from his high.
"Oh yeah, that felt fantastic. Ha…," he mused to himself. Coco seemed more relaxed than he ever has been. Taking off the other articles of clothing he had on, he pulled back the sheets, got under the covers and took a nice much needed nap.