Editing The Kuzzy (section)

==== The pleasure is overwhelming ====
Kuz would be laying on his bed, his slim legs drawn up to his chest, his knees pressed tightly together as he hunches over himself, his face flushed and eyes closed in concentration. His breathing would grow heavier, more ragged, as he slowly circles his entrance, feeling it clench and flutter beneath his reluctant touch.

'It feels so weird,' he'd whisper to himself, his voice breathy and uncertain, even as he pushes a little harder, the tip of his finger sinking just a fraction of an inch into that hot, tight flesh. His other hand would drift down, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, his fingertips brushing against the stiff, leaking outline of his tiny cock.

'Fuck,' he'd hiss, his hips bucking slightly as he feels himself, gauging the sizeable bulge tenting the fabric. He's never touched himself like this before, never dared to venture this far into his own most intimate places. But he can feel a pressure building deep in his gut, a needy, aching emptiness that demands to be filled.

Slowly, hesitantly, he pushes his finger in deeper, sinking it knuckle-deep into that clutching, silken heat. A choked moan escapes Kuzzy's lips, his head falling back against the pillow as he starts to pump his finger in and out, the slick, obscene sound of his self-pleasure filling the room. His other hand works faster, stroking and squeezing his aching cock through the fabric, the damp patch spreading and growing with each desperate, needy touch.

He's panting now, his chest heaving as he fingers himself with increasing fervor, his tight hole stretching and yielding to the relentless invasion. The pleasure is overwhelming, like nothing he's ever felt before, and he can feel his orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his heavy, aching balls.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Kuz chants breathlessly, his voice rising in pitch and volume with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his weeping cock. He's losing himself in the sensation, surrendering to the depraved bliss of his first real taste of pleasure, and it's consuming him utterly.

His free hand claws at the sheets beneath him, fisting the fabric and twisting it in his desperation as he feels his climax surging forward, inexorable and unstoppable. His toes curl in his socks, his legs drawing up even tighter to his chest as he teeters on the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust of his fingers, he's coming undone. His slim body goes rigid, his back arching as he lets out a strangled, wordless cry of rapture. Thick, creamy ropes of cum erupt from Kuz's spasming cock, staining his pants a sticky, shameful white as he rides out the waves of his mind-blowing orgasm.