Pornosexual masturbation

When I was studying in university, I was away from my regular masturbation partner for long periods of time. When he traveled to the city where I studied, or when I traveled back home to meet him, it was difficult to decide here to look most of the time.

He is so much more handsome than anyone could perceive through a computer screen. I always forget just how tall he is and I end up staring up at him, I wanted so much to crawl into his lap and just hold him during the ride. After many months apart I wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of his body.

Arriving home was like heaven. Immediately I was wrapped in his smell- old wood and coffee.

After a bit of unpacking we snuggled in his bed, kissing and enjoying the touch of another human being- finally.

“Do you… want to beat off?” he asked me, like so many times before.

“I’m not ready yet, but I want to watch you” I told him through a smile.

I watched as he inches down his jeans and his already hard cock pops out: stiff, veiny, and already dripping precum. This is my favorite part, watching how his hand glides over the soft skin of his shaft. I love to see just how he caresses it to make himself feel so good.

A few moments passed filled mostly with my admiration of his penis before I finally pull one of my breasts out of my top. This excited him so much that he edged and had to stop stroking for a few seconds. Instead, he reached up with one hand to squeeze my boob and shake it gently. Leaning in he pressed his face against the side of my tit, almost burying himself in it. He edges again and again while I watch and finally I have to reach my hand down under my waistband to rub at my clit.

We kissed, we touched, he edged, I rubbed. Over and over.

“Wow, look at us. It’s crazy how horny we are without any porn,” he joked, “What kind of pornosexuals are we?”

I giggled and was reminded of the hour long compilation I had made for him.

“Oh I almost forgot! I have a surprise for you! We don’t have time to watch it before dinner, but do you want to peek at it a bit?”

He agreed and so I pulled out my laptop and opened the file. Our favorite blowbang video popped up on the screen and his eyes lit up.

“What is this?” he asked while I clicked through different portions of the video, showing him that all his favorites and even some new ones were all stitched together.

“Oh my god! That one! I love that cock! I can’t believe this! Oh fuck!” he said before going quiet. I looked over at him to see ruined cum streaming down his shaft and all over his balls.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it” he said as he searched for something to clean up the mess.

I was grinning ear to ear at this point. I am completely obsessed with his hair trigger orgasms. Just showing him the wrong thing can set him off.

“That’s okay, premature ejaculator. I know you can’t help it.” I leaned over for another kiss. “Let’s get started on dinner.”