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Lauderdale Late Night Wank

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Oct 2000 1 comments
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by Square Dance Cub This story is absolutely true. It happened just a few years ago when my lover and I were still at the beginning of our relationship.We were pretty horny most of the time, but my lover (let's call him Chuck) was the hornier of the two ... he needed to beat off three or more times a day most days. It was hard to keep up with him, so I let him jack off whenever he wanted to -- it never hurt our lovemaking at all; in bed he was still insatiable! We both worked for a company that placed us in Fort Lauderdale, Florida for two months. It was the rainy season, but whenever it wasn't raining it was warm out and often so humid it was a nuisance to wear clothes. We were staying at a rustic apartment hotel on one of the many finger-shaped peninsulas in the Intra-Coastal Waterway. If you've ever been there, you know what I mean -- they're like a series of long, narrow parallel islands that are all connected together crossways by a road that leads from the mainland to the outer beach. For the most part it's pretty quiet on those islands, even though guesthouses and apartments are crammed together to make the most of every available inch of waterfront property. There are boat marinas everywhere and the air smells faintly of salt. It made a great getaway each day after work. Late one evening when it was really warm out, Chuck and I decided to take a walk to the end of our little peninsula. I decided not to even wear sandals, but to walk on the pavement in my bare feet. It felt cool and comfortable. I also preferred to go shirtless, so the only clothing I wore was a loose pair of shorts with a drawstring. Chuck wore sandals and also left his shirt behind. People are pretty informal that close to the beach, so we weren't worried about what anyone would think. Anyway it was pretty dark out with no moon, so there wasn't a lot of light to see us by. A funny thing started to happen as we walked. I left the drawstring untied so that, little by little, the shorts sagged and slipped down my ass. Before long the only thing that was holding them up was my hardening dick! And it WAS hard; the fresh night air and the excitement of being just-barely-decent got my sap running! It must have been a sight, me with my hairy chest and tummy, walking barefoot with a pair of shorts sagging in back past my buttcrack but held up in front by a bulge which kept them from slipping past the point of decency. If the light had been brighter, you probably could have seen where the line of hair led from my navel down to my pubes, which peeked out from the top of the waistband and hinted at barely-hidden treasure inside! I wasn't the only one aroused by my daring ensemble. Chuck, who didn't need a lot of stimulation anyway, was tickled by the sight of my gravity-defying shorts, and found himself getting aroused. As we walked along, laughing and talking softly so as not to wake up the neighbors, we joked about how wonderful it would be to be taking this walk completely in the nude. Ultimately we didn't dare to do that, but the mere thought of it got us hornier than ever. I knew that Chuck would need to get his nuts off by the time we were through with our walk, but what happened next surprised me. We reached the end of the "island," where there was a little boat harbor, and from where we could see houses on other islands just a few yards away. There was a low concrete fence where we could rest for a moment, so we did, but no sooner had we sat but Chuck pulled down his shorts and began to stroke his dick, which by now was pretty big and getting juicy. I looked around at the apartment buildings close by, but all the lights were off and we seemed pretty safe. Still, the thought of being discovered in the act, right there at the end of the street with houses all around, was a turn-on in itself! Chuck began to moan. That meant one thing ... he was not only getting close, he wanted to feel me up too. One of the things I love about Chuck is that if I'm around when he's pulling his pud, he wants me to pull mine out too and play with it where he can see it. I didn't want to disappoint my honeycub, so with another cautious glance around me I lowered my shorts and began to play with my bobbing, bouncing prick. We're normally pretty noisy, but out of concern for the neighbors we kept our moaning and groaning to a minimum, so that all one could hear was the gentle lapping of the waves and the gentle thwapping of our cockheads in our hands as we stroked in rhythm together. I have no idea how long this went on; it could have been an hour, but it was very likely just a couple of minutes because I know Chuck was HOT and ready to pop! His pace sped up as his wrist moved up and down his happy flagpole. I continued my show for him and then, at just the crucial moment, I reached down to fondle his balls in my hand. Chuck LOVES to have his balls played with, and in this case a little of that went a long way! One more stroke and his cock exploded with hot, hot juice that splattered across his chest and stomach. I reveled in the sight of it and watched him fight to keep his ragged breathing under control as wave after wave of spasms caused him to nearly double over. Anyone who didn't know Chuck might think it was time to call 911, but I knew it was just how his body reacts to a good orgasm! It was my turn to enjoy the show. We rested for a moment until Chuck was sufficiently recovered, and then reluctantly we pulled our shorts back up (jizz and all, since we hadn't thought to bring a towel!) and started back to our apartment. It was a new kind of adventure for us: Jerking off together where we MIGHT get caught! Needless to say that's not the last time we did it. Actually, Chuck has gotten pretty daring on his own a few times; maybe I can talk him into telling a story or two of his solo exhibitionistic adventures!