To Robin

For the last two days, I have kept myself in a vigorous state of arousal without benefit of release. As I read 'A Prolonged Solo Pleasure'-also with no pants, also with legs spread wide, also with my own hardness in hand-it was as though you were my mirror image. For the first time, I printed a story to re-read over and over, as I'm doing now.

My hardness remains as I write this in longhand. The warmth of slightly melted vaseline, the finesse of my self-caress, the adoration I feel for MY own penis, the image in my mind's eye of you doing the same, draws me ever and ever closer the brink. I know what will soon be inevitable.

I have just stimulated myself to my maximum dimensions by applying more warm vaseline. I placed Robin's letter on my clipboard and carefully placed my erect penis and scrotum on top of the letter. The outline of my manhood is merely a token gesture of thanks, a mark of shared auto-eroticism. I share my arousal, my hardness with you all. Mostly, however, with Robin. I now take two steps further towards the inevitable. I must regroup a moment.

I know that I will not submit this letter tonight. I will exhaust myself quite soon. I have reached the erotic state where my own handsome, sun-bronzed junior partner is producing copious amounts of its own natural lubricant.

I feel sensations spreading now throughout my body; my scrotum tightens in anticipation of what's to come. I must now bring this to a close. I shall now lay down with my legs spread wide and re-read Robin's letter. At the point where Robin says, 'Oh! I am most certainly cumming!', I will join with him. I know my joyful fountains shall be glorious and a manful sight to behold. I shall allow some of my juices to fall on Robin's letter-yet, a further sharing. So I thank you in advance, good Robin, my mirror image. In my mind's eye I shall see your lovely pink hardness and, at the moment of truth, I shall call out your name.

LATER:
Oh Robin, I am most certainly cumming!!