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Timberlands

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Jul 1998 0 comments
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Timberlands by Wankmastur@hotmail.com (Wankmastur@hotmail.com)As a teen I often had the fantasy to jerk off with other guys, being 26 now i still have the same boyish curiosity but have always turn it down in that my conscience would eat me alive. This is feeling about lots of things But i have learned that i usually find away to do things that i would hide my face for, with out feeling "too much" guilt. Heres one of those times! I love to go to the book store. I find myself there frequently looking at the sexual books. For fear of embarrassment i usually take the books into the restroom and sit down on the toilet and look at them. It never really occured to me to jerk off while i was there. But i almost always drove home cock in hand wanking on the way back.One day i went in, and i hadnt been in a while and there were tons of new books that i just had to get a look at, so once again i creeped secretly and speededly to the restroom to arouse myself for my later Jerk session. When i started thinking about how i've heard stories of men going into bathrooms and there being a whole in the stall and watching each other masturbate, and my boyish curisity returned. Now there was no hole in the stall i was in. . .but just hearing someone jerk off would be good for my first time. Now the problem accured of how to get someone to come in and to...my answer was lying right beside me, literaly. I took one of the books i had be looking at, the one with the most, and most exspicit pictures and slid it into the stall next to me...enough to where i could see it so i could tell when it was picked up. I waited there in that bathroom for what seemed like hours, but was probably around more of 15-30 minutes before someone came to the stall. Then i heard the door open once more when i was ready to just get up and leave,when a pair of browm timberland boots walked into the stall and d sat down! My heard jumped..and started beating really fast. Was i really doing this?!?!Then a smooth well manacured hand reached down and picked up the book. I heard him clear his throat as I hear the first page turn.Then i heard him spit into his hand, he did this a few times. He must like it really lubed when he jerks off like i do. When i heard the slow wet strokes of his hand on his cock, i couldnt resist grabbing mine. Following his example i spit in my hand...not at all thinking that he would hear it. His stroking stopped...it got very quiet for a second and i thought he was about to get up and leave. But then he laughed, or more of a giggle. He didnt mind! Then he started again, and i again began to hear that ertic wet stroking. so i took my spit filled hand and started jerking off. It was great. I could hear every moan and sigh. I estimated the size of his cock by the sounds of the strokes. I heard him go from slow easy strokes to fast hard ones....and i hear him moan as he shot his load all over his timberlands. . .and it didnt take me long after to shoot mine. I stayed in the stall though...i couldnt have met him. That would have been pushing my conscience pursicution limit. So all i know of him is his shoe size and the way he sounds when hes blowing his load.