At the Top of the Stairs

there's not much of anything on the top floor

the top of the stairs features a dark corner and an entrance to a floor devoid of activity

at the top of those stairs

today

i stood ... fairly quiet. breathing heavily as my belt was unbuckled and my pants were zipped down

my hand reached into my boxer briefs and found growing warmth

i faced the door to floor 5. so far, there was nothing to see. i do suppose, though, it would have been awkward had someone walked by

but what were they going to say?

i leaned against the cool wall. with one hand, i masterfully stroked and massaged until precum was formed.

i used this natural lube to gently treat the head of my cock to a circle of delight

round and round
up and down

feeling the ring and back up

down the shaft again

and back up

and quickly, more quickly

eyes rolling back into head, mind lost in the fantasy of her

the girl on floor 4 who i'd love to meet at the top of the stairs one day

a lunch, perhaps

as i walk away, evidence of my presence dribbles down yellow wall

perhaps it will be seen

perhaps it will dry and go away before the next time someone opens that door

and perhaps next time .... floor 4 and i will leave a combination

but today, i walked away, zipped up, and resumed my day