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Phone Call

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Phone Call by AnonymousI am a 28-year-old male graphic artist, 6 feet, with long wavy brown hair that spiralsdown my back (really!). A few years ago, I was a freelance commercial illustrator, workingout of my house. Most of the time I was very busy, dealing with seemingly constantdeadlines, but sometimes there could be a lull for as much as a few weeks. One morning,during one of these lulls, I was lazily lounging around in the living room at about 10:30in the morning, watching TV in the T-shirt and briefs that I had slept in, when the phonerang. It was a close friend of mine, Gloria, who was bored at her office and called me tohelp pass the time. We have been friends for a long time, and have always confided in eachother. A lot of times we've made teasing sexual remarks to each other, just sort ofkiddingly, but I always felt there was some sexual spark between us.We chatted for a while, and she told me that she had been irritable lately because shehadn't had a relationship for several months, and she was frustrated. Jokingly, I toldher, "Well, you could always call one of those 900-numbers." She giggled, andsaid in a mocking voice, "Ooh, baby, what are you wearing?" Taking herliterally, I said, "Actually, nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of underwear."She responded with another "Ooh, baby," and we laughed.Then she went silent for a few seconds, and I almost thought she had stepped away from thephone. Then she said, "Um, listen ... you wouldn't consider ... I mean ..." Ittook me a few seconds to realize what she was trying to say. "Are you ... are youasking me to ... "perform" for you?" She mumbled, "Well ..." andtold me it was one of her biggest fantasies.I thought about it, and decided, what the hell; I hadn't masturbated in almost a week, andthis could be interesting. I told her, "If you really want, I'll play with myself foryou." She sounded very excited, but tried to keep her voice down, since she was inher office cubicle. She told me that I had to describe every action, every sensation.So Gloria asked me to take off my underwear, and I did, kicking them to the floor. Then Ipulled off my shirt and reported that I was sitting on the couch completely naked. Sheasked, "Do what you usually do when you touch yourself." So I started lightlytickling and caressing my balls, describing how it gently tingled. Playing with my ballsalways gets me aroused under any circumstances. When my cock was hard as a rock andpointing at the ceiling, I slowly moved from my balls to the base of my shaft and startedto work my way up, describing everything. I told her that when I'm erect my cock isextremely sensitive to the touch, and that the tickling sensation I was feeling was verypleasurable. I moved my fingers all around my shaft, but avoiding one spot. "There isa spot on my shaft," I told her, "on the front just under the glans, that, iftouched, will always make me cum. I'm touching it right now." When Gloria heard thatshe let out an audible gasp. I was telling the truth; when I closed my fingers around thatspot I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.Up to this point I figured that I was going to tease her a little and then stop. I hadnever done this before and thought I might be embarrassed to go on. But I found myselfgetting into it; it was starting to feel really good, and I found describing it all tosomeone very erotic. So I slowly pumped my hand up and down over my dick, telling her allthe while that the tingling I was feeling was spreading throughout my groin and growing inintensity. My hand began moving faster of its own volition, and my voice started gettingbreathy, little gasps interrupting my sentences in the middle. In response she startedbreathing heavier in the phone and said, "Oh, God, you're really doing it ..."I could feel myself starting to lose control. I leaned back on the couch and pumped myhips as I stroked myself furiously. Cradling the phone, I massaged my balls with my otherhand and moaned into the receiver. It was getting more intense than I expected. At thispoint a part of me realized it was almost time for my roommate (female, platonic) to comehome for lunch. All I could think was that if she walked in right now, the only thing Icould do was cum instantly at the sight of her. Trying to continue my description, I toldGloria, "A man reaches a point ... of no return ... when he can't stop ... even if hewanted to. I just passed it ..." She said, "Yes ... don't stop ... Please don'tstop ..." by the time my orgasm started in the base of my groin, I couldn't talk anymore. I justmoaned and repeated "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes ..." For a full two seconds I didn'tmake a sound, then I came hard, bucking and moaning. My first spasm hit my clavicle, thenext hit my ear. My cock continued to writhe and twitch in my hand, spurting cum all overmy chest and stomach. My moans became gasps and then sighs as my orgasm eventuallysubsided. We were both silent for a while, except for my breathing. Then she finally saidshe had her head on her desk, eyes shut just listening. She whispered a husky "Thankyou," and hung up. I said, "Thank you, too."