I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a healthy dollop onto my hand before I started massaging my painfully hard erection. I worked my tool with closed eyes as I imagined pictures of models I'd seen online, girls I'd slept with and others I'd had crushes on. It felt good to get some sexual attention—even if it was from myself—but where I expected a quick play and release, I stood there for fifteen minutes stroking myself with an urgent need. I finally stopped after twenty minutes had passed and I wasn't any closer to a climax than I was when I start, if anything I just felt hornier.

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