Pillow humping solo

Pillow humping solo

In the middle of the cold snowy December night, after having tossed and turned for an hour in bed in vain, alone in François' cottage in the Québécois woods, Connor is doing what he can to make himself fall asleep: he's humping the pillow while pushing a vibrator inside his hole, whimpering, clenching, shaking, eyes wet with tears, drooling a bit, his small cock absolutely weeping on the pillow as he grinds against it. He does this because François has been away for a 3 days long work trip, and Connor is too desperate to wait till he comes back. He imagines the erotic scenarios where François devours him completely, and realises how much he misses being held, loved, touched, kissed, fucked...it's so frustrating to be alone right now that Connor's humping and grinding intensify, and he keeps simultaneously driving himself absolutely insane from both ends. As he reaches an explosive anal orgasm and releases a flood of thin watery come on the pillow underneath himself, his bladder, which has been pushed by the vibrator, involuntarily releases as well, drenching the pillow in pee. Connor only realises that he did later, when he carefully takes the vibrator off himself, wincing at the emptiness, turns around, turns the lights on, and drops the drenched pillow on the floor. That's when he sees that it's covered in more than just his pre-cum and translucent release, that it's slightly yellowish with pee and smells sharply. Connor is embarrassed, but, at the same time, surprised he came so hard he peed, this hasn't happened before, he must have really pressed on some special spot to push his bladder. He's also relieved that he's home alone, because, while he suspects that François wouldn't be mad at him for ruining the pillow, Connor still would feel very ashamed and wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes. Connor eventually gets up, examining the damage he did to the bed. The sheets caught a bit of his copious fluids too, so he strips them and carries them to the washing machine. The pillow is absolutely ruined, not just pillowcase, the fluids drenched the top layer of the actual pillow. He takes the pillowcase and carries it to the washing machine, trying to be very quick and not leave droplets of fluid as it drips. The pillow itself needs to be thrown away, so he puts it in a large plastic bag and reminds himself to carry it to the place near the highway where the garbage bags are being collected every morning. He starts the washing machine, puts fresh sheets on the bed, and takes a shower, each touch of water against his skin making him squirm in oversensitivity. He, surprisingly, feels that he needs to pee again, his bladder evidently hasn't emptied itself fully back when he orgasmed. Since he's covered in soap and exhausted and alone, he simply lets go in the shower, watching his pee fall down and disappear in the drain. He feels naughty for doing it and blushes as he gets out of shower later. He falls asleep immediately after getting back under the covers, even though the bed is giant and cold without François, and his body misses his body heat. Simon, François elderly border terrier, sleeps under the bed, and Connor doesn't want to wake him up and put him on the bed near himself. Next morning Connor wakes up desperately full and rushes to the bathroom to pee, sitting on the toilet and releasing a stream before he's even filly sat. As he pees and subsequently poops, he opens his messages and sees a message from François, asking him how he slept and telling him how much François misses him, how he bought him some presents in Vancouver, how he can't wait to be back home with Connor and Simon, to cuddle with them in front of fireplace and drink tea with biscuits. Connor blushes at François' innocent dreams, mentally comparing them to his own horny thoughts, his desperate masturbation session last night, his ruined pillow...he bites his lip and replies sweetly to François' messages, but still adds a playful comment in the end, saying that the bed feels really empty without François, and Connor's nights are very lonely without him. When he's done, he flushes the toilet and showers quickly, then dresses up, takes the plastic bag with the drenched pillow, and walks all the way to the end of the forest to the garbage bins with Simon. He looks around to make sure nobody sees him and tosses the pillow away, evidence of his crime concealed. Now he'll just have to come up with a believable excuse to explain to François why they need to buy a new pillow when he comes back. He walks back home through the woods with Simon, and when he comes back, he feeds the dog and makes himself coffee with cream and waffles. He's pretty clumsy with waffles-making, missing François' excellent cooking skills. This thought almost makes him tear up, but he smiles through it and eats his waffles while watching YouTube. Afterwards, he cleans the kitchen and starts the fire in the fireplace, then sits in the armchair near it, putting the blanket around himself, and reads a thriller book in French, both to practice his language skills and because he truly loves thrillers. Simon sleeps underneath his feet, and the book is so intense that Connor is grateful for the dogs presence - if he were alone in the empty cottage, with the wind howling outside, the shadows moving around the room, he for sure would feel very scared. He reads the book for a few hours and sometimes looks up to make sure nobody is here, just him and Simon. He really needs François to come back soon before he goes crazy with horny thoughts and scary thriller books, he thinks.