In a cold shower, with the water giving him goose bumps, Frank Victor let the streaming cold run over his shoulders and largish belly and over his cock. As a Doctor he has not thought of his penis as a cock in years, yet now he was having trouble picturing it as anything else. A penis, he would think to himself, should go flaccid after use. The monster he held in his hand refused to do that. His cock remained hard regardless of how often he had sex, with the exception of when he was in the sun. Odd that, he thought. The cold water continued to run down his body and over his cock and was not doing the trick he intended.
He continued to rub his member exploring its new dimensions. He was sure that it had grown over night. Frank had never measured his cock before. Not even as a kid when he last remembered jacking off. It was larger to him. The girth grew enough that he was unable to touch the tips of his fingers together as he rubbed it. The length was longer too. As it stood to attention, in his boxers, it reached above the waistband completely exposing the head. He had never had that happen before. He felt the texture of his cock as he massaged it; examined every vein. There was another feature he never remembered having before that fascinated him. A pare of dimples right behind the head. He knew he saw dimples like these somewhere else before but did not remember where.
Frank continued to stroke his cock with one hand and squatted a little to make room as his other hand reached for his balls. They were larger now, and hung lower. He thought if he tried massaging them while stroking himself, he would come and then it would relax enough to sleep. He had an unusual day yesterday and last night was stranger.
Pat, pat, pat, raindrops hit the window, and made a rhythmic pattering sound. It had a syncopated quality that helped Frank relax, and helped him to remember yesterday. It was a hectic day from the start and he had no time for reflection. Rubbing to the rhythm of the rain, he stroked his cock and concentrated on the feeling imagining his hand to be a tight pussy. It was a poor substitute, but it had to do for now. He gave up on the cold water and adjusted the temperature to be more comfortable. He had been rubbing for over an hour now, and his shoulders were sore. The warmer water relaxed his shoulders and he decided to add visualization to his masturbation.
Figuring it would help; Frank tried to remember his sexual encounters of yesterday. Especially the unusual tightness of his Wife's pussy. He had been with Sally for over forty years and did not remember her ever being so tight. The way she did massage his member and have multiple orgasms without him having any was a mystery to him. She was his wife but it seemed that he fucked someone else last night. She was someone who cared for no one, but herself. Still, he concentrated on her tightness. As he masturbated, the skin around his cock was almost too tight to move with the stroking, almost. With increased pressure, Frank grabbed his shaft until he did feel fatigue in his fingers. The extra pressure helped and Frank did feel the sensation of a climax building. He stroked faster and harder with the rhythm of the rain. Pat, pat, pat, he stroked. His other hand fondled his balls and occasionally squeezed so hard they hurt. The trick worked. Frank stroked faster as he felt his balls tighten up and his massive manhood stretch to its limits. He knew he had it. He was coming and he continued to stroke with everything he had. The rain had started hitting harder and faster and Frank matched its tempo. He felt the pressure build within him working it harder and faster. He reached the brink then started to slip away, then built the sensation again and when he was ready to climax he stood on his toes. Frank moaned to himself and encouraged himself to come until he reached the brink, and was ready to give in to the sensation when… BOOM!
Lightning struck somewhere; the thunder shook the house. The echo was still moving down the valley when Frank realized he lost the sensation, and was again, robbed of his dues. He looked out of the shower through the open door of the master bathroom to his wife, asleep on the bed. He thought back to yesterday; how it started at the office and ended here. It was strange, every step of the way, strange. He continued stroking his still hard cock as he thought back to how it all started.
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It started, Frank remembered, when he saw Maria and her daughter making out outside of the office. No, he corrected himself; it was at the office. He arrived and they saw him for some illness that he did not remember and ended in a sexual three-way. He did not remember how that had happened. It disturbed him that he was obsessed by sex. He never looked at another woman after marrying, yet somehow, Julianne and her strange eyes had something to do with his change in attitude. He walked away from that strange sexual encounter feeling drained, but it is also where and when his perpetual erection started. After that, the only time it would go away was when he was in direct sunlight. His partner covered the few appointments he had for the day and he went to go home. That is where he saw the two women making out in the shade of some overgrown shrubs and the hobo across the street by the Dumpster. The women sought shade from the harsh sunlight and the hobo was standing directly in its light. When the cloud cover came in, the women left, as had the hobo.
The hobo was an odd man, standing buy the Dumpster staring at the women. Frank never did get a good look at him then but did not help feeling that, that man was later following him. If he had felt well, Frank would have looked for the hobo and make sure he was not some sort of pervert, but he decided to head home.
Frank remembered thinking that he needed to buy a new belt and trousers to accommodate his larger size belly. He also remembered the smell of the car. It had the smell of stale cigarettes. He had not smoked for three years and never noticed the smell since he had it detailed after quitting. Now, it was if the odor had never left and he just did not notice it before. The new old odor seemed strong to him that he had to open his window to let in fresh air or he would choke.
Two miles from home in congested traffic, Frank’s pager started beeping. He recognized the number from the hospital and decided he needed to answer it. His wife was not expecting him for hours yet and the hospital never called unless it was an emergency. It took five minutes before he found a pay phone and pulled over to use it. It was sitting by an abandoned filling station with graffiti covering the walls and boarded windows. He dialed the number, and one of the nurses answered. She told him that his patient, scheduled for cancer surgery, was getting hysterical and insisted on seeing him before the operation. The woman’s specialist asked the nurse to contact Frank and see if he would calm her down so they can operate. As he listened to the nurse, he noticed a bum across the street that looked remarkable close to the hobo by the office. He wound up dismissing it as an overactive imagination due to illness.
