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My Morning Jackoff

My orgasm is exquisite even though I have a fever. I am giddy as my foreskin slides back behind my cockhead, I can feel a jolt somewhere deep inside me as my ejaculation builds. I have been thinking about the past, about the missed opportunities for pleasure with various male friends throughout the years. I've only seen one friend erect, and that bothers me, I've never seen a friend ejaculate. I've seen the stained result, yes, heard the moans, but never watched another boy cum or, even better, made him cum. I wish I had. I half-dream about all these missed chances, and semen explodes from me, burning as it spurts from my urethra into the cold winter air. It feels hot as it lands on my stomach. I sigh and moan, knowing that I am alone in the house. The guilt of this morning's pleasure will haunt me through the afternoon.


Posted on: 2011-01-30 00:00:00 | Author: