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ANTICIPATION

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By Jack Coffman [Jack-off man?] I keyed in my credit card number and pressed 'submit'. I felt a tingling all through my body as I saw the order for a life-like dildo be accepted and start the process for my wildest desires! I was so excited that I looked down and saw a throbbing erection begging for attention. I clicked on the "favorite" button and keyed up a jack-off story. As I read I realized that I had already passed the moment of no return and shot a hot load all over my keyboard. "If this is happening just thinking about it, I can't wait to REALLY do it!" I moaned as the last of the hot cum oozed out. Then began the anticipation. I had heard the statement, "Anticipation is greater than realization", from my study of "The Return of the Native" a few year ago in a college English course. I never quite understood until now how great anticipation could be. Several times a day the thought would chase itself through my head and go gamboling through the gray matter. My wildest wish would soon be a realization! Which would be the greater, anticipation or realization? I spent the next week, constantly jacking off, trying to get through the excitement of my order. Then the thought hit me. If I wait and let it build up, when my longed for sex toy arrives, the climax will be so mind boggling that it will well be worth all the waiting. I awoke every morning with a constant hard-on. It was terrible in the shower when my warm soapy hands cleaned my soldier-at-attention. Even when I turned the shower to the coldest setting, my brave soldier remained at attention. I dried off and chose my tightest briefs to help conceal my excitement. After four days of this misery, the doorbell sounded and I looked out the peephole. A very pretty UPS woman was holding a package and waiting for me. I jerked open the door and grabbed for the package. "What the - - - ?" she gasped. "Sorry," I explained. "I'm really excited about my di - - - er - - - special gift's arrival." "It's too small for anything that exciting," she teased. I signed my name and she waited just a few long seconds with a big devilish smile on her face before she handed the most precious of packages over to me. "Thanks," I muttered and tried to smile at her. However, I was so anxious to get the package open that I couldn't be very polite. "Thanks," I muttered again and closed the door as she turned to leave. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to rip open the package. Just as I started to cut the binding tape, I thought of the serrated blade injuring my precious toy. I managed to rip the paper off with my bare hands. There it was. God, it was beautiful. I slowly ran my hands over it, savoring each tactile sensation. It felt exactly like a real pleasure tool except it was cool to the touch. I licked the tip and pretended it was real. I ran hot water over it and warmed my wonderful new faux dick. As the warm water cascaded over the pink erection, I ran my fist up and down the shaft, memorizing every tiny inch of the pleasure tool. "Just like mine, except longer," I exclaimed. "Exactly what I've always wished for!" The anticipation was growing rapidly and my heart was pounding with excitement. I literally ran to my bedroom, shucking my clothes as I ran. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and compared my two erections. They almost matched! If one dick is so wonderful, what will two be like? I felt a shudder of anticipation rush through my entire being. I allowed my finger tips to lightly touch my chest and threw my head back in anticipated pleasure. Slowly I traced my middle finger around my left nipple and then my right. As my fingertips traveled back and forth across my chest, each hair sent a special message of excitement to my brain. When each nipple was erect and tingling, I slowly traced my fingertips down the center of my chest to my stomach, around my naval, causing my sex snake to rear his head, and on down to my bush of sensations. My whole body trembled as my fingers hiked through the forest. While I was enjoying this fascinating wonder, I squeezed out a dollop of lub in my free palm and lovingly caressed the newest member of my sexual family. I was lost in a moment of memory when I'd done exactly the same thing to a friend's turgid staff. Then I slowly placed my acquisition at the top of my butt-crack and leaned back against it. The warm, firm dick head slid down to my pleasure hole and my knees buckled. I found myself on my hands and knees with my body silently begging for the grand entrance. I rubbed the velvet head back across the puckering opening and moaned in pleasure. Slowly I pressed back against it and felt an exquisite pleasure-pain of entrance. At the same moment, I felt another glob of pre-cum forced out of my own love tool, and travel down the underside. Forgetting that it was I holding the new toy, I pictured myself kneeling behind myself with my demanding snake in my fist. I leaned farther back and impaled myself on the firm staff of desire and felt another shudder force its way through my heightened sensuousness. After a few more experimental probes, I fell into the rhythm of heated sex and rocked on the raping handle. For just a second I realized that I was holding my breath and rolling my eyes up into their sockets. My mouth and throat were open as if ready to receive a giant cock. My nipples tingled. My entire skin was sexually sensitive and begging to be caressed. I finally allowed my waiting hand to touch the base of my heated, quivering rigidness. There was no need for faux lub. The sensitive head was covered with the slippery pre-cum that was drooling forth. I lightly rubbed one finger around the tip and felt it jerk up and down. It quickly begged for more caresses. I delicately encircled the mushroom head with my slick fist and felt an intake of breath grab my whole body as the pounding in my head became more intense. The time had come. I luxuriated in the heavenly feel as my loving hand traveled the well known route of ecstasy, up and down the road of self-love. I felt a tightening in my sphincter and returned my thoughts to the new sensations of entry. I could only stroke my love muscle once before I had to wait for the impending release to subside. I could only back against the raping root before I had to wait for the impending release to subside. Slowly, slowly, slowly I stroked my cock and fucked my ass, luxuriating in the overwhelming pleasure. I felt as if time was standing still and I could remain in this bliss forever. I could hardly take a breath. I didn't dare move a muscle. The pending climax was so strong my head was buzzing. Slowly I leaned back on the thrilling probe. Heaven! It pressed against my love trigger, my wonderful prostate! The intake of breath and shudder carried me across the point of no return and I began to pump my hot hand on my turgid delight and rape my tender ass with fervor and passion. My body was swaying, twisting, and writhing. My hips were thrusting my hot meat into my loving fist. The dildo-lover was wooing my love tunnel. I was panting, moaning, and grunting. The pleasure became unbearable and I screamed out in passion as I felt the first hot man juice shoot across the floor. My hand became a blur of passionate motion. My ass was squeezing rapidly on the intruder. I shot again and again and again. I collapsed in total satiation. I don't know how long I lay on the carpet, totally spent, totally exhausted, and totally satisfied. As I lay, not wanting to lose the wonderful after-glow, I smiled. I had the answer. Anticipation is NOT greater than realization!

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