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Music to Beat Off To

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 May 1998 1 comments
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Music to Beat Off To by jo_daily@hotmail.com (jo_daily@hotmail.com)It was Saturday afternoon, and Jeff and I were relaxing on the couch in my apartment. Wed just watched the latest action-adventure video, which wasnt half-bad. We were shooting the breeze, and I got up to put on some music. Do you like music during sex? Jeff asked. This was unusual. Wed been becoming better and better friends over the last few weeks, but wed never talked about our sex lives. Yeah, most of the time, I said. Me too, he agreed. I made a great discovery the other day. A record of Bach for guitar. One guy on a classical guitar, just fingering away. Its great. Sex music, I said, is important. I pulled out a record of Bach for guitar and handed it to him. Like this? He gave me a huge thumbs-up Yeah! Wow, I had this on last night. This one? I asked. The rhythms all over the place howd you both keep coordinated? Jeff looked me in the eye. I was alone, Mark. My cock spasmed in my pants. Oh. There was a pause. Why dont you put it on? he asked. Well, I I was rock-hard. I knew where I hoped this was going. I wanted it so bad. And I was so scared of it. I stood there, breathing ragged. Jeffs voice was soft, soothing. Why not? he asked. I couldnt answer. Cmon, he said, quietly, invitingly. A beat passed. Lets jerk off together, he urged. He spread his legs; I looked as he put his right hand over his crotch and squeezed. Cmon, he said. I put on the record. As the music flowed into the room I sat down next to him on the couch, nervous. Jeff smiled at me, arched his back, and boldly pushed down his jeans. He wore red jockeys. And he was stuffed into them, clearly hardening. He shoved his pants to his ankles, and then stepped out of them. He pulled off his t-shirt. He lay back down next to me, naked except for socks and red underwear. Jeff glided his fingers lightly on his crotch, brushing them back and forth over his cock while he smiled at me. I took a breath, stood up, and in a single action kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, then shoved my pants to the floor and turned to him. Facing Jeff, I peeled off my boxers and let them fall. I looked down at my cock, and let a long tail of ropy saliva drip down to it from my mouth, until it touched my cockhead. I caught the rest in my hand and smoothed it over my cockhead, making it glisten smooth and bright. Jeff turned on the couch so that he was lying down on his back, his head up on the armrest. His right hand was working his cock through his underwear. Oh, Mark, yeah, he sighed. That looks so good. Polish that knob for me. I looked him in the eye. Let me see yours. Jeff shoved down his underwear and his cock sprang into view. It was beautiful. It twitched a couple of times and then Jeff lewdly wrapped his right hand around the shaft. I noticed that his hand was drenched with his own spit. He started stroking the shaft with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. I watched him jack off and my own cock rocked with need. I was rubbing my palm over the cockhead, smearing around the juices there. We watched each other for quite a while. Jeff looked at me. This feels he stopped to take a deep breath, squeezing his cock hard, so good. I grinned. This too. No, he said, really. Let me show you. He slipped further into the couch, and then opened up his legs. He hooked one foot on the top of the couch, and planted the other on the floor. Cmere, he said, pointing to his crotch. I took a step towards him and Jeff reached out and grabbed my cock. His fingers felt incredible strong, dextrous, and very sexy. He maneuvered me up onto the couch, on my knees between his legs, tight up against his crotch. My hands were on his knees, my pelvis thrust forward. Jeffs cock was right under mine, rubbing against my balls. He released his grip only to change hands. His hand moved to cup my balls, and the other wrapped tightly around my shaft. He started to jack me off, using pressure and technique Id never felt before. He wrapped and squeezed and milked me, and I became helpless and reduced to just holding position and looking at him, at this man jerking me off while he humped my balls. He leered at me. Good? Ohh, yeaaah, I sighed. Oh yeah. I have no idea how long we stayed like this, me kneeling in front of Jeff while he jerked me off with both hands. A long time, anyway. And then I felt everything swing out of control and somewhere I knew I was cumming. I felt myself exploding and shouting and exploding. When I came back down to Earth, with effort, I saw that Jeff was splattered with cum. Hed shot off too, and between us his chest was covered with sperm. I lay down on top of him, pressing my chest against his, and slid around, working the cum into our skin. I massaged his nipples with mine while we slid over one another, and eventually rested and listened to the music. Jeff stops by now at least once a week, and we continue searching for great sex music by trying it out. Im building up quite a CD collection!