#blueballs

"Ghost, do you copy?" Soaps voice is rough though the walkie.

"Yeah, i hear you..." Simon says in a low rumbling tone.

"Good, we need you to hold position till we get orders... you're in a safe enough spot, so try and get some rest. This is the last calm before the storm." Soap relays with exhaustion in his voice.

"Finally, ordered to take a smoke break... i can't argue with that... alright, you won't hear from me till you need me, over and out." Ghost says, ensuring he won't be bothered.

The building is pretty bare bones, but there's a small closet in the back corner of the room, and the floor is looking real comfortable. He makes himself cozy as he can in the stuffy room, and then it hits him. He's alone... with time to himself... God, it's been weeks since the last time...

An idea already swirling around in his head as a familiar urge bubbles inside him. He takes off his more bulky unnecessary gear. Feels like forever since he felt this light weight. The anticipation already has him excited. His now bare hand traces the outline of his eagerness.

" Aaugh..." A sound escapes him it's a mix of shock and relief. He continues to rub his hand over the stiffening area as little grunts slip out. He's so bad at staying quiet. It's something he's always been self-conscious of, but it's not like it matters when it's just him and his hand...

He starts to grow impatient as he reaches for his belt, undoing it as swiftly as he can. He doesn't bother with the button or zip as he pulls his pants down to mid thigh. The rough fabric rubs harshly on his neglected area. "Ughh~" it almost sounds like a whine. He's so sensitive it's been weeks since he last got off it's not like he gets time alone, and well, he's not exactly stealthy, at least not with that.

His hand rubs lightly over the bulge, now very prominent in his boxers. He works his hand over himself, so gently going slow and letting his eyes close. "Aahh-" the fabric so feels good, hurts just in the right way. The boxers begin to darken and dampen at the head, so he allows himself to spring free of his confinement. His tip glistening with his arousal.

With a deep breath and shaking hand he grips his manhood eagerly he can feel his pulse quicken his cock twitches with every heart beat. With the rough pad of his thumb he rubs the wet slit at the head of his arousal. "Ugh-Uuaghh~" a muffled guttrual moan pushes past the mask.

He begins working his hand down to the base, giving his tip a break. His firm grasp pumping at a slow, even rhythm. "Hmmm... ughh." He hums and grunts as he grits his teeth. Fuck all he wants in the world right now is to go fast and hard but this time he refuses to give in to the old habit of his death grip.

"Ugh-aahhh," his noises continue as his left hand is put to good use. His eyes clench shut as he uses his right hand to play with his sensitive tip "ughh Fuck." His pace quickens a bit and grip gets tighter. His cock so hard it hurts as it aches with need. His breath shaky as he begins to sweat. He trys to steady his breathing and keep his pace consistent but with every breath a small grunt as his cock twitches.

His hips start to buck into his grasp. A low rumbling growl comes from deep within him. It's taking everything he's got to continue taking his time. He feels that low heat takes hold as he grows closer to his goal. "Mmmmm... ahhuugh~" his sounds fill the air. His hips move more erratically. This slow shit isn't enough. He needs more.

He can't wait anymore he needs this. His left hand tightens around his cock. "Ughh~" a relieved grunt as he gives in and pumps himself with relentless speed and a white knuckle grip on his shaft. "Eehh-ughh~" He whimpers, his hips writhing and bucking untilll... "MMMmm Fu-FUCK! Mmnnn..."

All of his muscles tense up as his jaw clenches. His hand is moving faster than he can think, but it's too late. He cums, hard. White ropes all over his chest made obvious by the black of his uniform. "MMmmmnnnyh~♡" a gravely sound into a whiny whimper muffled only by the mask at now makes it hard to catch his breath. His chest is heaving as he gasps for air.