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Home Alone

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Nov 2001 1 comments
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by sechsvier I'm a lucky man. I'm retired, in good health and with enough income to afford a very comfortable apartment in mid-town where I live alone. My pad is very comfortably warm year round and, while it faces the street and gives me a great view of the city, it is high enough so that no one can see in. As a consequence, I spend most of my time totally naked, enjoying casual views of my toned body in various mirors and casually stroking my equipment as the mood strikes, or an itch "happens." I sleep in the nude, also, and since my apartment is so warm, rarely use even a sheet for cover. I sleep on my side, entwined in a body pillow, enjoying the complete freedom of movement. It is not unusual for me to wake in the night, probably aroused by some street noise. Often I fall back to sleep. Sometimes however, probably reacting to an un-remembered dream, I find myself stroking my hairy chest and sense a rising pecker pressing against the pillow. It is almost an automatic action to begun humping the pillow and squeezing it tightly between my sensitive thighs. Memories of early attempts at relieving adolescent horniness and various hot scenes flit through my mind as I roll over and explore my whole body. Oh the wonderful feel of my hands gliding over the springy hair on chest and belly, legs and arms! Goose bumps form and the hair stands on ends communicating the stroking to my very nerve endings. Funny how my hand strays to my cock and balls, slides down the crack to my asshole and gently probes that rosette. The muscle relaxes to admit my exploring finger and then tightens to grip it like a cocksucker's mouth frantically testing a rampant prick. I laugh aloud, as I enjoy all the sensations. I become aware of a great thrist. I leave my bed and walk toward the kitchen for a cooling glass of ice water. As I pass the many mirrors I see my not unattractive body from which my proud pecker projects its glory. I grin and salute it and myself. I move to the window and look down into the street. I note a few lights on inlower buildings and try to see possible action. Nothing to see but a whore looking for a john. She's wearing hot pants, high boots and a low revealing loose blouse. Shaking her free hanging hair, she moves on looking for better grounds. I continue stroking my meat and fondling balls as I imagine the many scenes she may have parrticpated in that night. A guy turns the corner and heads for a dumpster in the alley. Although he's thinking he's concealed, I watch him unzip and pull out an impressive dick and piss a steaming stream. As he shakes the last drops, he gives some gratuitous jerks on the tool which is fast becoming a rampant rod. I watch, matching his strokes, but he quits, zips up and leaves. His action reminds me that my bladder is full, so I wend my way to the shower. Holding my cock against my belly, I let the hot golden stream shoot up my body and run down drenching my balls and legs. I pay attention to all the various sensations, enjoying the catalogue of minor thrills. Finally I rinse and dry and turn back to my waiting bed. I am now fully aware of my sexuality and yearn for fullfillment. I lie on my back, reach for my vibrator and, first on low and then on high speed, traverse my entire body, skipping only my pecker, making that old "john henry" beg for attention. I gently rub the head and shaft with the vibrator, getting more and more desparate. Abruptly I throw the vibrator aside and grab my prick with my fist, my other hand caressing my balls and asshole and jack madly with a fury that astounds me. I am breathless with effort when the jizz finally shoots from the hot wood and lands on my chest, my belly button, my pubes, finally dribbling down over my hands into the bush and balls. I smear the jizm into my flesh like a balm and lick the residue from my hands and fingers. I pause a bit to recover my breath. Snatch a waiting tissue and wipe my body clean, pull the sheet over my now cooling body, wrap my legs around my body pillow and yeild to morpheus to relive it all in my dreams.