Obsessing Over A Small Moment

The Culture Festival had been a rollercoaster of emotions for Ichiro.

He couldn't get out of his head the memory of Nanao so close to him. He couldn't forget the way his weight felt on his lap, or his Champagne Rose smell… Even after a few days, it was almost completely vivid in his mind. He would think about it pretty much as soon as he didn't have anything in his mind or taking up his attention already. Or even as soon as he saw Nanao at school or around town.

And it was getting a bit torturous. He tried to shake the thought away, but it would always come back to the front of his mind no matter how hard he tried. It was making it hard to sleep that night.

And as always, the memory was starting to make him feel all hot and bothered. Even his very loose and comfortable pajama pants were becoming a bit too restraining.

He heavily sighed to himself as he thought of what to do. He had already showered before bed, so it was likely that having a cold shower would have his parents asking him why and he couldn't think of any reasonable excuse. So the only other option he could think of was…

He adjusted his position on his bed, laying with his back flat on the matress. He took a deep breath as he moved his hand down into his underwear. He closed his eyes as he recalled all those feelings again, thinking of Nanao's body and smell…

He grabbed his dick and started pumping himself slowly. He thought about Nanao sitting on his lap, and about how much he wished he could feel his hands more often.

He wondered if Nanao would be as slow as he was being at that moment. Maybe he would do it just to torture and tease him.

The mental image of Nanao slowly teasing his cock with a smirk on his face made Ichiro gasp, involuntarily holding his cock a little tighter.

He brought his other hand underneath his shirt, finding its way to one of his nipples to rub it. He moved his hand faster, imagining Nanao calling him cute as he touched him.

Ichiro took his hand away from his chest, bringing it to his mouth instead. He put two fingers inside his mouth, licking and sucking on them as he arched his back and softly gasped.

Ichiro lightly groaned, almost involuntarily biting on his fingers as he sped up his pumping and remembered that day again. God, he wished he had anything from Nanao to smell right then. Just the memory was already having such an effect on him…

As he felt a certain tension building up in his gut, he softly whined as he prepared himself for what was coming. He imagined Nanao chuckling, telling him to be a good boy and let it all out…

His eyes rolled back as he came, mind going blank for a moment from the intensity of it. When was the last time where masturbating felt that good? He couldn't remember. Or maybe that was in fact the strongest orgasm he ever had.

Once he started coming down from his high, his legs were left trembling as he tried to catch his breath. As he started thinking straight again, he hoped he hadn't moaned too loud without noticing. He could easily wash his underwear himself later, but he was gonna need to come up with an excuse if his parents asked about him shouting in the middle of the night.

He sighed, his breathing coming back to normal bit by bit. He just hoped he wouldn't be so high-strung around Nanao anymore…