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My passkey... by PaulMy name is Paul. I've been masturbating since I was young, when I learned that humping the bed felt really good. I don't know when I started ejaculating, but I do remember feeling wet pajama bottoms one night. The smell was curious. To keep my bottoms clean, I would pull them down at the last second, and pull up my pajama top, so I came either on the mattress, or on my chest if I was face-up. After a while I started to lick up my fingers afterward, and to this day I love swallowing as much of my jerked-off cum as I can gather. My best story happened when I was in college. I worked at the college paper, where I met a guy named Duane. We weren't really close, but we would hang out in the office a lot and talk. Once a week or so I'd go over to the apartment he shared with his wife for dinner, and then he and I would lay out that week's paper. I really liked both Duane and Suzanne. One afternoon I was bicycling back to my dorm, thinking about features for the following week when I remembered that we had bumped a story from the previous week. I really wanted to get hold of the article, but it was at Duane's place, so I detoured over there. When I got up to his apartment, I rang the bell but nobody answered. Duane and I had swapped emergency keys, so even though I wasn't sure I ought to, I used the key to let myself in, hoping the article would be on the counter where we had left it the week before. I walked into their living room, and immediately heard the familiar sounds of a guy jerking off, coming from the bedroom. The bedroom door was wide open, and I sneaked over to the wall, and then slowly slid along it until I could peek in the door. There was Duane, completely naked, lying back on the bed. He was holding a big pillow in his right hand, and he was rubbing it up and down over his crotch with a lot of pressure; I could see his leg muscles flexing and his ass contracting as he shoved his groin into the pillow. In his right hand was a porn magazine, but I couldn't make out which one. He was grunting each time he shoved his crotch into the pillow. I was immediately as hard as a rock; I'd never seen anyone masturbate before, and it was incredibly exciting! I started rubbing my now-hard cock through my jeans, rotating my palm over the head and using my fingers to stroke the shaft. As I slid my hand all over my cock, Duane threw the pillow to one side, exposing a hard, red cock. He put down the porn magazine and pulled out a bottle of something which he poured all over his penis. When it was shining, he threw his head back and started really pulling on his cock with both hands, turning them like corkscrews along the length of his shaft. I'd never seen anyone do that and I had to feel it, so throwing caution to the winds I pulled down my jeans and jockeys and started doing the same thing to my own hot, hard pole. It felt incredibly good! I could only imagine how much better it would feel with lube while I watched Duane. Every once in a while he'd move one hand away to cup and fondle his balls while the other hand was gripped around his tube, moving up and down. I reached down to feel my own balls, just like him, and it was so hot standing there and jerking off while watching him that I felt the cum start to rise up and I was at the point of no return! Quickly I pulled up my jockeys and I shot blast after blast of hot cum into them, pumping my cock with my right hand and squeezing my balls with my left, just like Duane was doing in front of me. I was afraid of making noise, but Duane was moaning so loud that I thought I'd get away with it. While I was catching my breath, I saw Duane squeeze his ass real tight and lift it off the bed and freeze, and he shot three big jets of cum all over his chest. He pumped his cock a few more times as he slowly relaxed and his hips sank to the bed. I could hardly believe what I'd seen. I crept back silently into the living room, and decided to forget the article and just sneak out. I was halfway to the door when I heard Duane say, "Don't go." I felt my throat contract in fear; I just froze, afraid to even turn around and look at him. Maybe he was just on the phone. But he said, "Paul, stick around. There's time for another load before Suzanne gets home, and I really liked having you watch. I'd like to watch you this time." He'd known all along!I was really afraid, but then I turned to look at him and Duane was standing there, naked, his chest covered with sperm, and his right hand holding and lightly stroking his semi-hard cock. I felt my own dick start to get hard again in my jeans, and I even though I was afraid, I knew that I loved what had just happened. So I straightened up and turned to him, and Duane smiled while he lewdly pumped his cock. Duane and I became regular jerk-off buddies after that, and every few days we'd make an appointment to go back to his place, break out the porn, and jerk off together, making lots of noise and really turning each other on.

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