The Kind of Watching I Need

When I was in my teens, I secretly watched my step-brother quite a few times jack himself off. He was older and I was curious. Just curious about what he did, how long it took, how much cum he would shoot. I was curious. I was learning. I wanted to know before I hooked up with my first boyfriend. I admit I liked to watch, but it didn't really turn me on. And that, I would learn later, would change, That would change with my first boyfriend. After a few months of intimacy with my first bf, I got the courage up to ask him if I could watch. I was late one warm July night for a hookup, and when I walked into his bedroom, he was laying naked on top of the covers, half asleep, with his hand on his half hard cock. I immediately stopped and began to watch. He didn't know I was there. Watching. He touched his smooth balls and then stroked himself just a couple times. And just layed there with his hand resting on his dick. I immediately started thinking about the times I watched my stepbrother, but this was much different for me. I watched another couple of strokes, his cock get completely hard, and appreciating his smooth shaved self. Right away, I started to get horny. I buried one hand down my shorts, and the other hand under my shirt caressing my small tits, slowing down to squeeze my hard nipples. After only a minute he startled me as he woke from his half-sleep and sat up quickly. He looked over and saw me, checked out what my hands were doing, and asked how long have you been standing there. A few minutes, I said. Looking at me, hands self-exploring, he started to smile, then he layed back down, his smooth manhood on beautiful full display, when he motioned for my to join him in bed. I paused for a quick few seconds, and blurted out How about something a little different? I want to watch. As he was saying What? I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and said I want to watch you. Watch you get yourself off. I want to see you cum. I want to see how you do it yourself. I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly dropped them to the floor. I was standing there, fully naked, exploring my body with my hands for his sexual inspiration. I couldn't stop at this point, and it wasn't long before his orgasm inspired mine. I loved everything about it. I loved watching him self-touch his hairless manhood as his eyes, initially locked with mine, moved to my pussy, as I caressed it, up to my small tits as I squeezed my hard nipples, and back to my eyes, that were now locked in on the motion and grip of his own cock. Paying all of my attention to his cock, I think quickly took him over the edge. To the point of no return. A quick flashback for me to watching my stepbrother, but this was much different. As my bf came for me, three spurts - the first partially landing on his face, but most on the headboard behind him, the second, on his chest, and a smaller third spurt landing just below his navel. This was so different than when I secretly watched my stepbrother, because right after he finished, I brought myself home, as his eyes moved between my personal pussy massage and my face, until I maxed out. I jumped on top of him, rubbing his cum between both of our bodies, before sitting up, straddling him and sliding my wet pussy juices on his half-hard cock for a couple of minutes before we showered. This night was when I began to figure it out. Watching porn of a guy stroking, is ok, but doesn't turn me on. Watching my closest gf give her boyfriend a handjob to orgasm doesn't do it for me either. But watching my bf, max himself out for me, just rocks! There is a bit more, but I'll save it for my next story.