The Adventures of Will Tantra (Part 3)- by Studs Andros Bre..

The Adventures of Will Tantra (Part 3)- by Studs Andros Breathing heavy. Inhale penis, the dick energies that are with us tonight, breathing out any resistance. “Fuck yah. Fuck yah.” The captain’s mouth is open, like a dog in a bone factory. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, and hearing. His disbelief doesn’t matter. His dick is hard as fuck. There’s his truth. His hard cock. He’s not sure what to do. Make love to his penis. Surrender his dick to his fist like I have? Or arrest me. Except there no longer are any laws left on the books anywhere in this country forbidding anyone from masturbating like this. Edging myself. It’s coming. I’m moaning loudly. Do I give a fuck? It’s legal and orgasm is our right. My first load is up in the head of my cock, ready to explode. “Fukkkkk….” I squirt cum. Breathing. Tantric. I hold my cock tight and shoot again. Again. My nut goes so far across the way it nearly lands on the captain’s left foot. I make damn sure not to make eye contact with him. He’s not getting any credit for arousing this show. I squirt again. “Cumming. Fukkkkkk…” I climaxed seven times in that shower. That’s not a new record for me. It’s tantra. Turned the shower back on. Rinsed off. Grabbed my towel. Went to the locker room and dressed. Bliss. Penis. Energized. Never making eye contact with the captain but letting him see my butt cheeks as I walk away. I’ve planted the seeds for tomorrow’s meeting in his office. He doesn’t have a clue who I am. If he were more tuned into the language of the cock, he might have put it together, who I am, why I’m here, what I’m doing. The mission at hand. It’s not that I’m trying to be cocky, again, no pun intended, but it’s tough love. Pay some people no mind, especially the people normally everyone cow-tows to, and they hate it. They need you to want them, and their approval. Their desire. Even when it’s almost painful for them—at first--I will do anything to teach men, all men, how to love their cocks and as a result love all people. Love themselves, love yourself, love their cocks, cum, and their fellows’ cocks and cum. All is love; all is gift. The captain is now ripe and ready to be opened. I hope he jerked off in the shower after I left him hard as a teenager seeing his first fuck coming for him. Outside, the night air was cool. The town was empty. You imagined tumbleweed come rolling down the streets. Back in the motel, swallowed some fresh fruit, banana and berries that I bought earlier. Undressed. Even the crappiest bed feels good after orgasm. On my back, floating, I replayed the shower scene in my mind, with my cock in my hand. Penis. Hail penis. Thank you, penis. Best friend. To be continued... Hope you enjoyed the story! I love where this is going and the author said he'll do a sequel with even more mandatory milking 🍆💦💦💦💦😜