You've read the major mb stories. Time for a classic, may we?
One summer afternoon, it's a matter of 104 degrees outside and nobody wants to be out there, and that is the same for me. I decided to read a few Solo Touch stories, mainly female-on-female stories. Today was a rare day, because I can usually take about fifteen or more ST stories without needing to jack off, but I ended with a matter of four.
I usually read each one and create a fantasy of it in my mind. This fantasy plays back over and over again, especially when I go chill out and jack off on my bed.
I don't hesitate. I pull my pants off to find tent-boxers. I know what's under there, but I close my eyes and pull the boxers off to look up and see my six-inch dick. My boxers are soaked in pre-cum.
I sit there for a moment to admire the sight, and immediately hop into the usual routine. I rub slowly and then fast. I stop to grab my balls and squeeze them slightly. I go back to my cock and realize I can't keep going just yet. I continue this process by edging myself many times.
As my mind gets back to the story of two teenage sisters jilling each-other, I know I have to do it this time.
In the fantasy, they're about to cum. I take the opportunity, and I get ready. I grab my cock by its base and jack it from there to shoot farther. They squirted, and I shot. I shot about fourteen creamy ropes of cum onto my stomach. Some of the first bands hit me in the face and twice on the shoulder.