Cheetor tossed a bit as he slept. It wasn't that he was having a bad dream, far from it, it was just something he had a habit of doing while sleeping. After a few more moments of tossing and turning, he finally woke up. He groaned and turned on this side.
"What time is?" he muttered to himself sleepily.
He looked at the chronometer by his bed and saw that it was roughly 3:30 AM Earth time. He let out a loud groan of disapproval, then laid back on the bed. As he tried to get back to sleep, the looked down at the blanket and saw something that was going to make it very hard for him to get back to sleep. Very hard indeed. For a second he thought about trying to ignore his body's needs, but instead decided to indulge himself. He threw off the blanket, grabbed his rod and immediately began to stroke himself vigorously. As he did, he laid his head back on the pillow and closed his optics. Out of the many fantasies he had constructed for this activity, there was one he always returned to. One of a femme he knew back on Cybertron. Goldstar was her name, and a more fitting one there couldn't be. She had gold colored skin and armor, light blonde hair, and ocean blue optics. He had always had a crush on her, he just never had the courage to say so. It was the one thing he always regretted about leaving
on the Axalon. He never got to tell her how he felt. He didn't even know what happened to her.
But that didn't stop his mind from thinking about having her right here with him! Sucking him, stroking him, riding him, anything! It wouldn't matter! Just as long as he got off. It was these thoughts that cause him to stroke himself even faster. He imagined her right here on top of him. He could almost feel her inner muscle cables squeezing his rod. He could hear moan in pleasure as thrust up into her while caressing what he always imagined to be her amble sized breasts. Cheetor let out a small grunt as he thrust slightly against his hand. As his fantasy grew more intense and his need grew stronger, he began to move his hand faster. Soon he was moving it as fast as he could, breathing hard as he felt himself nearing climax. He abandoned his fantasy and concentrated on the pleasure he was giving himself. He let out another grunt as he could feel himself right on the verge of cumming.
"Please...Primus...just...let...me...cum," he breathed.
He continued to stroke himself as fast as he could. He was just so damn close. So...close. So...
He buried the back of his head in the pillow, as he arched his back and shot his load into the air. He continued to move his hand up and down on his cord as he felt it, his hand, and stomach being covered by his own cum. When he was sure his member was spent, he stopped his stroking. For awhile, he simply laid there, catching his breath and enjoying the feeling of havin gotten off. After a few minutes, he reached into a compartment onto his recharge bed and pulled out a small rag. He cleaned the cum off his hand, stomach, can rod, then threw it into a nearby trash dispenser. He pulled the covers back over himself, then laid on his side and began to fall asleep again. As he did, his mind again began to make a fantasy about Goldstar. Although this time it was her, him, and Nightfox. He felt himself get hard once again, but this time ignored it. He was too tired to do that again. Besides, he was sure it'd be there in the morning for him to play with.
THE END