Often Ensign Delgado would find it more satisfying to bring himself to full sexual release. He would close his eyes and let his mind wander as his hands search his body for new arousal triggers. Teasing himself, he would dare his fingers to determine how far they'd take him. Sometimes, when it was good, he'd allow his mind to venture into the darker recesses of his psyche - where nothing was off-limits or taboo.
He'd feel the phlegm build up at the back of his throat and a tingling sensation that would start from his penis and then spread throughout his body. His breathing would grow more labored and his body would ache for release, and then he'd give in, surrender, and succumb to his own touch. With a soft whimper and then a louder moan, he would squeeze his cock, feeling his organ twitch under his grip. He'd let his jaw slack as his hard cock got ready to repel the hot fertile liquid to the surface. And then he'd let go. Often, he would open his eyes in time to see the eruption.
Indeed, no one can love Ensign Delgado the way he can.
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