Out of sheer pissed-offedness I took the keys and unlocked the lock, removed the cable that threaded through my PA and slowly bulled the cage off my cock.  It was a weird feeling.  I looked at my cock like you'd look at finding a bag of money on your doorstep ... "Wow!  Look at THAT!  Imagine what I could DO with that."  I pulled the locking pin out of the O-ring and pulled it off.  My cock twitched as I began thinking about having my first orgasm in over 9 months.  Well ... the first orgasm that I actually had control over.

I stepped into the shower blasting my body with hot, steamy jets and started lathering up my cock to get rid of the baby oil I used to keep in lubricated in the cage.

It hurt!

I was amazed at how tender my cock felt.  You know the feeling ... like right after you cum and your man keeps sucking or jerking your cock or you just don't want to stop fucking his ass?  Your whole body twitches and convulses ... your cock screaming at you to stop but keep going.

I WANTED to get erect, but it hurt to stroke it.  Was I feeling this way because Dean wasn't pulling on it?  Because I kind of felt guilty that I was free or that our relationship had fallen apart?  Or did I feel guilty that he was in the other room?

Either way, I was horny because for the past 3 weeks all we'd done is argue or live in this wierd quiet tension.  I'd taken of the CB3000 once before but it felt so wrong I put it right back on.  Anyway, leaving the water running, I stepped out of the shower and dashed into my bedroom (what used to be the guest room) and pulled out one of my vibrators.

Dashing back into the shower, I could feel blood start to fill my cock.  It began to swell with the thought of the vibrator's iminent intrusion into my whole.  Actually, my whole body began to react ... I was such a bottom bitch ... just thinking about my ass getting penetrated got me all excitable.

The vibe slid into my soap-lubed whole easily and I groaned.  I could feel the swell of my prostate and imagined Dean's cock pushing inside me.  It felt soooo good.  I reached down to stroke my cock but it was still flaccid and tender.  I'd been fucked so long without being able to get hard that now that I wanted to get hard ... and cum ... my cock couldn't remember how.  I couldn't really remember how.

But my hole ... THAT remembered EVERYTHING.  It wasn't long before I was moaning and shoving it in and out of my ass like a demon on speed.  It felt soooo good to have something inside me.  I wanted something bigger, but didn't want to stop.

I twisted the vibe rubbing it hard on my prostate and I started gasping as I watched cum start to ooze out of my cock.  My hole was desperate for a bigger object ... I wanted something bigger cuz I knew that even if I could get my cock to cum I could have a massive anal orgasm (what I call a TBO).  It was then I realized I was moaning and groaning VERY loudly.  My grunts and groans echoing in the shower, the bathroom.  

At first I was embarrassed.  Then, I said to myself "Fuck him.  Let him hear want he can no longer have."  

Just then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement and realized I had left the bathroom door ajar in my dash for the vibe and he must have come to the door.  He could have watched me fuck myself for minutes through the frosted glass door and I would not have realized.

Serve him right.

But, it was enough to jar me out of my ecstacy.  I pulled the vibe out and washed up.  

I went to Zee's for dinner.  We talked.  Everyone danced around the white elephant.  I went home, tipsy and high.  I stripped my clothes and flopped into bed.  It felt odd .. having the cool sheets caressing my cock for the first time in so long.

I could feel my cock lengthen and strated to fuck the sheets.  But, sometime during a lull I fell asleep to the thought "God.  I wanna cum."