This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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He was naked in his bed, as this was his favorite way to sleep in summer. It was hot and humid that night, and a light film of sweat covered his skin. He lay on his back, letting himself be carried by the soft rhythmic music and slowly pulled the thin silk sheet off his body so that he could move more freely.
Surprisingly, it already felt very good and a small, blissful shiver ran down his spine. His body reacted naturally to this subtle stimulus.
The music relaxed him, he loved the song that was playing and he couldn't help but smile. If he was already enjoying it so much?
He began to stroke himself, his chest, the sensitive nipples, which he touched gently and which immediately passed on the impulse. His upper body jerked slightly, a soft moan escaped him, because it excited him more than he would have thought. He felt his penis slowly react and begin to erect. Good, so he was still working...
He didn't want to wait any longer, his fingers slowly slid further down, feeling the few soft hairs that led straight down from his belly button as if they were a signpost. Another moan escaped him, his mouth was now half open and his breathing went faster. His head slightly bent back and eyes closed, and when he finally touched his erection, which had risen faster than expected, it was as if lightning struck him with pleasure!
His back arched, the muscles in his lower abdomen twitched involuntarily and rhythmically. And a loud moan escaped him, like a long-hidden primal force, he let out a sound that almost frightened him. It was incredible how good this single touch felt and how much it affected his entire body!
Yuzuru took courage. He hadn't done it for so long that he could hardly remember what felt really good for him. Now images suddenly came to him, the music driving him on as he encircled his length with his hand and stimulated it with slow but firm movements. It was unbelievably good!
The images intensified. He saw faces of women he had known or even slept with in the past. Their breasts and thighs, their delicate folds that glistened moistly and invitingly. The lust in their eyes. It hadn't been anything serious, mostly fleeting encounters that hadn't meant much. And yet they came to his mind now.
Yuzuru gave in to the impulse to touch the sensitive tip of his penis more intensely and apply pressure with his thumb. And it was exactly what he needed!
Another series of almost desperate cries escaped him, the pleasure took him over completely and he immediately increased the rhythm of his hand, his erection had now become very large and very hard.
Yuzuru looked down at himself and was amazed at how big he was! He had forgotten that as well as the incredible feeling of pleasure that was spreading throughout his body and that he had not experienced for so long.
He sensed that his climax was near. The hot wetness of his arousal could be clearly felt on his hand, and he knew what that meant!
The images of the women in his head became even more intense and clearer, the music set the rhythm for him and when he felt the climax coming, he suddenly felt that one gaze directed at him...
... the gaze Ayame had given him when they had first met...
Yuzuru's eyes widened and with a final cry, he let it all go. All the tension that had built up shot out of him in a violent ejaculation that wetted his entire upper body and that he could still taste on his lips. He had straightened up a little, the waves of orgasm flowed through him very intensely and finally, as the climax slowly began to subside, he fell back into his pillows, exhausted.
Heaven, that was unbelievable! That was all he could think about at first.
His breathing was rapid and his body was now wet with sweat and the juices of his lust. He moaned softly and enjoyed the after-effects of the intense sensations that had flooded his body seconds before.
And suddenly the tears came.
Only a few at first, he felt them slowly running down his cheeks. He noticed them and they became more and more. Finally, the emotion overcame him and he sobbed and cried more and more. He felt his body begin to tremble.
All the suffering he was carrying inside him, the tension, anger and sadness... everything burst out of him as he lay there crying bitterly, curled up like a child and tangled in his sheets.
