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A Taste of Myself

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Age: 40s Posted on: 13 Dec 2005 1 comments
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My first submission-hope you like it. When I had only been married a couple of years, I didn't masturbate much-the sex was good and often enough to keep me happy. One time, though, it had been a couple of days and my wife was out at a housewares party or some such-so I decided to spend some quality time alone. I went into the bedroom and turned on one light, enough so I could see myself but not a glaring light. I started to undress, starting with my shirt and pausing to touch myself lightly. I've always enjoyed being touched in a sexy way, even to myself. Running my hands up my arms and across my chest, I could start to feel that tingling in my crotch. Something told me that this was going to be a special one. I slowly pulled down my pants, feeling the cloth roll across my growing hardon. I dropped my pants to the floor and took a moment to do some touching through my underwear. I was almost fully erect now, and my cock was making a very erotic bulge in my undies. In one motion, I stepped out of my pants and sat on the bed, then I pulled down my shorts to expose my stiff rod and tight balls. I was really getting turned on looking at myself, and though about how I was going to enjoy watching my jism squirt out of my head. My cock is about average size; 6 1/2 long and 5 around. I have a slight curve and my cut head is well proportioned to my shaft. Others have told me I have a nice cock. I touched myself now, and laid back on the bed, stripping off my underwear to be fully naked. When I looked at myself, I thought of my friend M. When we were fifteen, we learned that each other liked to fool around from a mutual jerking buddy, and we started passing notes in class. We told what we did with ourselves, and described our cocks to each other. Our mutual friend had a small cock, which I enjoyed jerking, but M's cock was almost the same size as mine-maybe a little shorter, maybe a little thicker. When I first saw it, it made my own cock stiff as a pipe. Then I thought about watching myself squirt, and the thought gave me some strong throbs. I suddenly had a flashback to the time M. and I had tasted each other's cum, and I was stricken with the urge to have cum in my mouth. The though of this was turning me on and I wanted to cum soon. I'd been thinking about watching myself squirt, then about cum in my mouth, and I knew what I would do. I slid my upper body off the side of the bed, so that my shoulders were on the floor and I was facing up. I began stroking my dick and occasionally fondling my balls, rolling them around, then pulling on my hard shaft more. Soon, I began to feel the first twinges of a growing climax-it was time to assume the position! I rolled my legs up over myself, so that my stiff anxious dick was right over my face. I stroked, harder now, harder yet, and my climax was growing. Soon I was reaching the point of no return, breathing hard and stroking, with my shaft aimed right at my mouth. I began to moan thinking about what was going to happen, while my jizz started to well up in my balls. I was cumming now! I opened my mouth and pulled quickly on my throbbing shaft, one stroke, then another, then one last pull-and I watched my dick squirt right at my face. Waves of pleasure overtook me as my ropes of cum shot straight into my mouth, and the salty cream hit my tongue and slid down towards my waiting throat. I rolled onto the floor and laid there, exhausted and fulfilled. I'm too old to do this anymore, but sometimes when I jerk it, I'll catch my cum in my hand and taste it with my tongue before I rinse it away. It reminds me of M. and it reminds me of the time I dive-bombed my own mouth with my sperm.