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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: ~m~ Posted on: 11 Dec 2004 -29 comments
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Something about me and one night
I love the feel of semen, but I prefer the non-scientific term I first heard at school, 'Spunk.' Somehow this slang word seems so much sexier than the real one. Anyway, I often fantasise about watching a young guy wank (again, 'masturbate' seems so cold and clinical, and devoid of naughty, wonderful self-pleasuring thrills). I'd love to be beside him as he enjoys his cock and balls. I'd watch his chest and belly rise and fall as he gets into the experience. Hear his breaths becoming deeper. Hear the slipperiness of his pre-cum as he strokes his dick, and then, the fruit of his labour. Whether his spunk squirts in ropes up his body or just flows to form a puddle on his belly. I would hope he would have cum on his fingers too, as I imagine the sensations as his slimy fingers caress his spent cock. Maybe he'll run his fingers through the cum on his belly and chest as his breathing returns to normal. One thing about a true story I read on here that turns me on so much, is the knowledge that a young feller tossed himself off in his sleeping bag. The thought of his spunk being trapped between the material and his hot body is highly erotic. To me. To others, who have an aversion to handling 'semen', even their own, I'm sure it's their idea of Hell. Not for me though. If I read some story where a guy cums in his underpants (or fully-clothed) then I'm set for a really hot wank! I read recently on a forum, some of the many methods guys use to 'catch' their cum. Being a spunk-lover though, the ones that turned me on the most were the ones where the guy just let's it go wherever. Carpets do clean easily you know! So do bed-clothes, although I appreciate that not everybody is constantly up for laundry duties so other 'disposal' methods (t-shirts, tissues, towels etc) are useful for the regular wanker. Evidence of a wanking session is a real turn on for me too. A (mainly) straight house-mate once asked me if I'd wash his clothes for him whilst he was at work. Filling the washing machine with his clothes (itself a pleasant job, given that his clothes smelt of him) I picked up a rolled-up workman's sock from the pile, to find it was soaking in cum, but, as they say, that's another story. Another time, when I was in my early twenties, I shared a bed with a friend. He was straight. We had been out and had quite a laugh. We were tired and nothing much was said but although there was a spare bedroom in the house at the time, we wearily got under the covers of the double bed. We were both fully clothed (we were, as mentioned, tired, and the room was freezing being mid-winter). As we lay there dozing, I heard his breathing become peaceful and regular. I felt the warmth of him close to me in the bed. I reached over and put my arm across his chest. At the time I just wanted to be close to him. He was still awake and gave me a kind of half-smile and closed his eyes. It wasn't a 'come and get me' smile. More a 'I'm happy and relaxed' smile. I swear he was almost purring as I gently and slowly trailed my fingers across his chest, over his t-shirt. I got more courage and lovingly stroked his belly before teasing him around his navel. I pulled his t-shirt up a little and felt his hot belly underneath. This continued for some time. I was hot too! After a while I moved down and across the bed a little so that my hand could continue stroking his belly and chest, but now my wrist and forearm was pressing against the crotch of his trousers. I could feel the electricity run through both of us as I gently rocked and rolled my arm so that his swollen dick was massaged under his pants and underwear. I was in heaven. Although nothing was ever mentioned about this episode of our friendship I know he was more than happy for me to continue 'making love' to him this way. It was so calm, and peaceful. Not a lustful frenzy, but a slow tender pleasuring of a good friend. I carried on rubbing him through his layers of clothing, all the time doing the same to myself. He lay there with his lips slightly parted and a look of bliss on his face. I don't know who he was imagining was performing this on him, if anyone. After what must have been over half an hour of rubbing him in this way, alternating with stroking the trail of hair between his belly and pubic hair, he quietly reached down and unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers. My heart jumped for joy. He was inviting me in! By now I had unzipped my jeans and was stroking my dick slowly but surely. As a lover of spunk, I was in ecstasy, as my uncut dick was now slippery with pre-cum and every little twist and stroke sent shivers through me. Very slowly, listening to his breathing growing heavier by the second, I unzipped his fly and moved my palm over his bulging crotch. Under the flaps of his trouser, over his underpants, for the first time I felt his pre-cum soaked into the material. And still I continued to knead and massage the bulge. Slowly and gently. Sometimes pressing down with my hand firmly. Sometimes teasing him with finger-tip traces along his dick and down to his balls. At this point I lost track of time totally. I remember how this 'worship' appeared to have stopped time in its tracks, leaving me (and presumably him also) in some kind of erotic trance. At some point I then peeled down his underpants. S-l-o-w-l-y eased the waistband away from his red-hot body and down over his dick. The warm musky heat from his pre-cum lubricated cock made me dizzy. Somehow I felt his body shudder as skin met skin. My palm and fingers caressed his dick, with the contact made more delicious for him by his pre-cum. By now our breathing had become more erratic. It was clear that neither of us had far to go. Suddenly I felt myself quickly reaching the point where there was no stopping my impending orgasm. Whether I continued to touch my dick or not, I was going to cum in seconds. I was still fully dressed under the bed clothes, but my jeans were undone. A couple of seconds later my body convulsed and I came for longer than I ever have. I was still playing with my friend's dick. He was breathing so hard and his chest and belly were rising and falling so fast that I knew he was about to follow me into the pleasure I was experiencing. I had what felt like a huge amount of spunk in my hand and crotch as I trembled my way to the end of my ecstasy. I quickly transferred it to his dick. The sensation of me massaging my spunk into his dick and balls pushed my friend over the edge. His back arched a little and he gapsed quietly, as his belly tensed and four strong quirts of his own mixed into the spunk on my hand and his crotch. He moaned and his dick slowly softened under my spunk-drenched hand. We both fell asleep, me with my arm across his chest once again. In the morning life went on as before. Two friends. This was a one-off but that night did nothing to spoil our friendship. I hope you enjoyed this true story as much as I did recollecting it and writing about it.