What more proof do you need?
It's a difficult question for any man to answer, even though they may be asked several times a week. The honest answer was "yes," but a concise answer spoken so easily can make her think he was simply placating her. No matter how many times he answered it was always difficult to know, not only what to say, but how to say it.
"Do you love me?" Gena repeated.
James thought for a second on a new tact on exactly how to answer this seemingly easy question. Before she had to ask a third time, he decided to answer this question once and for all. Love is all about showing
"Hold that thought, I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick."
As James was formulating his plan, it got him hard. He was continuing to work out the details, but every detail just made it that much more exciting. He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, unfastened his pants, and let them fall to the floor. His fully erect cock displayed to the porcelain bowl fully ready to give it a show. He started to stroke it, very quickly.
"On second thought," he thought, "I need to be completely flaccid for this to work. I need to cum so hard and be so satisfied that sex is the last thing on my mind."
He let go of the idea of a quick resolution. He pushed down the plunger of the moisturizing cream that was on the vanity shelf and squirt it in his hand. He clasped a fist to warm the lotion as much as he could. He then spread the lotion across the entire length of his shaft. He used so much that a bit matted in the stubble of his pubic hair.
"Note to self:" he thought, "time for a shave."
With much more lubrication and softer slower strokes, he continued his approach to cum. He needed a hard orgasm, so when he felt he was about to reach that edge, he stopped to catch his breath. He did this a few times. Every time he was about to cum it was harder to stop himself. Gena could even hear some of his protests that sometimes came audible.
"No, no." He said, staving off his orgasm for the last time.
As soon as he felt himself reach climax, his strokes went from dead slow to almost imperceivably fast. Loud faps echoed in the bathroom. James hoped Gena couldn't hear. Knowing he had to remain quiet he let out a small muffled grunt as the first contraction shook him. A respectable amount of his cum spurted forth breaking through the collapsed passage. Two or three more contractions poured lazily out into the toilet before he reoriented his balance and looked at the aftermath. He took a wad of paper and cleaned up anything that didn't make it and any dribble from his cock's eye. He flushed, dressed, and exited more than satisfied.
James continued to the couch where he left Gena watching TV. Sleepily he plopped on the sofa forgetting pretty much everything, including the point of this exercise.
"What were you saying?" James stupidly asked.
Gena shocked at his callousness gasped in disgust and gave a fiery stare at her lover.
