Okay, so the only way I’d been able to stay sane and get through those two days - hanging out exclus
Okay, so the only way I’d been able to stay sane and get through those two days - hanging out exclusively with Melissa, morning noon and night, beach, pool and everywhere else, bikinis, dresses and tight little tops - was to do this whenever I had a moment alone: jerk off, so I could think clearly for an hour or so.So here I was, just having stepped back into my room after a free Saturday spent with her, ostensibly getting ready for dinner and the night out I’d promised her at one of the resort’s nightclubs. I immediately needed to drop my shorts and take myself in my hand for the fifth - FIFTH! - time that day. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me. I was like a teenager. Scratch that - even as a teenager it was never like this. I don’t know what it was, but being around Melissa so much was bringing on an unshakable case of priapism, and for me - big as I am - that was not an easy thing to ignore or deal with. The thing took blood from my brain, and was more than just a nuisance; it was really becoming a burden, even a menace. Wednesday at our private beach photoshoot was bad, but I’d been able to take the chance to step into the water from time to time, submerge myself to the hip when things got dicey…that had cooled me down. Thursday after classes at dinner was worse, and Friday all day at the resort beach and pool was worse still. But today, Saturday, was a nightmare. To my best efforts I could not keep from getting hard, growing up my waistband, or painfully down my thigh. We’d explored the area a bit, walked the length of the beach, went shopping and seen the boardwalk. It was too much. Two times today I’d actually had to find restrooms so I could masturbate. Once I did secretly underwater as I watched her, god help me. And this is the second time in my room….Fuck, I thought to myself in dismay, wrappping my fist around my shaft as I pulled up her latest Instagram post, dropped my phone on my mattress and leaned over it, am I getting bigger?? My hand nearly struggled to encircle my shaft. Did she have this effect on me too? I had no idea I could get this hard, or this big.Well, she’s certainly getting bigger, I thought lasciviously…