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Jack-off for Friend's Son

Ever since my wife and I parted company four years ago, I have rediscovered the joys of masturbation, so much so, that I fear I overdo it a bit. In a previous posting, I related how I can jack off in my office while young college students pass by my window but they are unable to see in because I had the window silvered to reflect the heat. I have had at least two orgasms a day for the past several years while stroking my cock leisurely and sitting at my desk. Part of my daily routine is to wake up, roll over and just start sliding my hand up and down my morning woody and most mornings, I do this for up to 45 minutes, just bringing myself to the brink but not letting go in order to save it for my window jacking.

Anyway, a week ago some friends of mine called and told me their son had dropped out of college and arrived home unexpectedly while they were having the house fumigated for termites. Since I had an extra bedroom, they asked if I could put him up until their own place was fit for habitation. 'Sure', I told them and they brought him right over. I have to describe Josh, since his folks have at least five different racial combinations in each of them. He's about six foot tall and has skin the color of coffee with a lot of cream, topped off with shocking blue eyes and natural blonde hair. I had always assumed the girls were just itching to get their hands on him. After I fixed a late dinner, we made small talk for a while and I sort of teased him about his sex life in college. He shocked me by saying that he had a problem with the size of his cock and he didn't participate in sports because the other guys would always make fun of him in the shower and girls would have very little to do with him. I quickly changed the subject and we both went to bed. I had a little difficulty falling asleep as I lay there thinking about how hard it must be to go through life with a cock so small that people would make fun of it. My own is not that big but I never had anyone laugh at it.

The next morning, I woke, rolled over on my back, and started my morning ritual by just slowly rubbing my cock until it attained full hardness. I then started some serious variations by changing speeds, directions, or even switching hands, always paying close attention to the area just below the head. I had been into it fully when I suddenly felt a presence and opened my eyes to Josh standing not three feet away just staring. I had completely forgotten that I had a house guest. I stopped in mid stroke and just stared back at him since he was standing there nude with just a towel around his neck.

He quickly stammered an apology for spying on me but said that he was on his way to the shower and passed my open door and saw me masturbating, and went on to explain that he had never seen another guy jack off and was just fascinated by it. I mumbled something about it's OK and just kept staring at his crotch. His problem wasn't that his cock was small, I was looking at the biggest piece of meat I have ever seen on a human. It was the same coffee color as the rest of his skin and couldn't have had more than a couple of wisps of blonde pubic hair around it. It was still soft and still hung, straight as an arrow, down between his legs, it was an easy 10 inches long and about as fat as my forearm.

I couldn't take my eyes off it and my own hand started stroking up and down my still hard member (almost as if my hand and cock had a mind of their own). Josh didn't move away so I told him that, if he didn't mind, I'd like to finish up what I had started. He said 'Go ahead,' so I just went back to using various types of up strokes and really got into it. I told Josh that if he really wanted to watch to move closer and, as he did, that massive piece of meat swung lightly back and forth until, when he got to the edge of the bed, the head just sort of slapped itself into my right hand. I couldn't resist and started stroking the lower end of his shaft in what was really an awkward backward motion. My left hand would go up on my cock while my right hand would stroke down on his fantastic member.

I had already made up my mind that I was going to cum right there and not wait for my mid-morning session so, as his cock started to rise a little and I could feel it getting a little harder, I increased the pressure and angle on my own shaft in a way that I knew would make me cum quickly. I also changed the position of my hand on Josh's cock so I could give a twisting motion every time my palm passed over that beautiful, throbbing head. He just stood there, hands at his side, and let me jack off that fantastic tool. I felt his body stiffen and told him to just point it at my chest and I'd clean it off in the shower. My own cock started twitching and began to swell to it's fullest extent as I prepared myself for the torrents of cum that were about to fly from the huge cock in my other hand. It seemed to me that his cock was still not fully hard when he tensed and two small drops of cum just sort of dribbled out of this huge cock and landed on my chest. My own body spasmed and torrents of cum flowed from my flared head, over my fist, and onto my stomach. I am not a spurter but, when my cum flows, it's like a lava flow and just keeps coming and coming. I lay there trying to catch my breath when Josh interrupted the mood by telling me that was three 'firsts' for him in one moment. He'd never seen another man masturbate, he'd never had another man jack him off, and, he'd never seen, or even known, that a person could produce so much cum.

It was four days before his folks got their house back in order and we jacked off together (sometimes mutual and sometimes solo but in the same room) nine more times. It's a good thing this story is over because I have to go and jack off to the memory of that massive cock and the fun it brought me.


Posted on: 2004-08-18 00:00:00 | Author: