Liam shoved the door shut behind him with a weary shove, the slam vibrating through his cramped apartment as the stale air clung to his skin like a second layer of exhaustion. The grueling week without release had left his body coiled tight, muscles aching from endless meetings and deadlines that blurred into one another, his cock already half-hard in his slacks from the mere thought of finally giving in. He tossed his briefcase aside and flicked on the TV, the drone of some mindless sitcom filling the room, but it did nothing to quiet the restless itch building in his sinuses or the deeper throb between his legs.

Chores offered no escape either; he scrubbed at a few dishes in the sink, the warm water splashing over his hands doing little to distract from the pressure mounting in his chest. The stressful week replayed in fragments—bosses barking orders, traffic jams that left him simmering with frustration—fueling a raw need that made his breath hitch unevenly. He fought the growing urge, clenching his fists and pacing the living room, willing himself to hold out just a little longer even as his nipples tightened against his shirt and a faint tickle teased at the back of his nose.

Yet the pull proved too strong. With a shaky exhale, Liam decided to indulge, striding to the hidden drawer where he kept his supplies, the anticipation already making his cock twitch and swell against the fabric. His heart raced as he laid out the ragweed pollen, the sharp cologne bottle, and the soft feather, each item promising that explosive release he craved after days of denial. The fight inside him lingered in the way his hands trembled, torn between restraint and the desperate craving for that sneeze-driven ecstasy to flood through him.

His fingers lingered over the familiar items spread across the table, a faint smile tugging at his lips as memories surfaced unbidden—those stolen afternoons in his old apartment where a single pinch of ragweed had sent him spiraling into sneezing fits so intense they left him gasping and spurting ropes of cum across his own chest, each convulsion tightening his balls and milking his cock dry in wave after wave of forbidden pleasure. The recollection made his shaft throb harder now, pressing insistently against his zipper as he rose and headed for the back door, stepping into the overgrown yard where the evening air carried the sharp, grassy bite of pollen. He knelt methodically among the weeds, plucking fresh ragweed stalks with deliberate care, the tiny yellow grains dusting his palms and already stirring a subtle itch deep in his nostrils that made his breath catch.

Back inside, he moved to the bathroom with the same unhurried precision, retrieving the heavy glass bottle of cologne from under the sink—the potent, musky blend that always amplified the irritation into something overwhelming. Unscrewing the cap released a burst of fragrance that hit his sinuses immediately, making his eyes water and his nose flare as he inhaled experimentally, the first teasing prickle blooming into a full-bodied tickle that traveled straight to his groin. His cock twitched visibly in his slacks, a bead of precum soaking through the fabric while his nipples ached against his shirt, the dual sensations of impending sneeze and building arousal intertwining until his knees felt weak.

Returning to the living room, Liam arranged everything with trembling hands, the feather's soft barbs brushing his wrist and sending a shiver up his arm. He stripped off his shirt first, exposing his lean torso to the cool air, then leaned over the ragweed pile and breathed deeply, letting the pollen flood his senses. The tickle intensified rapidly, his chest tightening as his head tilted back, nostrils flaring wide in anticipation of the first sneeze that would edge him closer to that shattering release.

Liam fought the rising urge with every ounce of willpower, his large nose twitching and flaring wildly as the ragweed pollen coated his sinuses like a living itch that demanded release. He pinched his nostrils shut with two fingers, breath hitching in sharp, desperate

Liam's Sneeze-Built Ecstasy