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Reflections

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 08 May 1999 1 comments
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by sfstroker@hotmail.com It was a slow night at work and having had only five hours sleep he found his mind drifting back to his j/o session earlier that afternoon. He was languidly sitting on the couch in front of the TV, playing a porn tape and playing with the idea of jacking off his hardening cock. He was playing with his nipples, lightly brushing them with his thumbs and watching his slightly curved dick bounce on his right thigh as it thickened from the nipple stimulation. As he looked up at the image of the two men stroking their stiff dicks, he realized he could see himself, or most of himself in the glass doors of his stereo cabinet that stood about five feet tall and about ten feet away from him. He took a snort of the brown bottle resting beside him and flicked at his nipples some more, shifting to the right and then to the left slightly to better view his reflection. He waved his now-hard cock at its mirror image and chuckled to himself. Since it was daylight in the room, and a sunny day at that, the reflection was somewhat washed out on the gray glass doors and he kept shifting because the way the two doors didn't quite meet right caused a split in the reflection which was disorienting. It was then he realized that the stereo unit was still pulled out at an angle from the wall from his working on some connection problem and the closed doors were at about a 35 degree angle from the glass-paned closet door next to it. He got up and stood between the two and sure enough could see his stiffening dick curving up and to the left from two different angles, three if he counted the view just looking down. This excited him even more and he pulled a director's chair into the space where he'd been standing. While he was up, he moved the brown bottle within reach on a bookshelf and remembered the photos he had just got in the mail. They were of two men he'd "met" online, through the Internet on his computer at work. He had sent them a copy of his own photo to their home in San Diego as they had agreed in various email messages and was glad they had finally returned the favor. He was looking forward to actually meeting the two of them when he visited San Diego over Memorial Day. One was older, about his age, mid-40's, and taller than his 5'8" frame, and from the photo, a bit hairier than him, though he especially liked his own "treasure trail" that wound from his center chest and pointed like an arrow to his dark-haired crotch. The other was a bit younger and thinner but not skinny. As he settled into the chair, he spread an oversized towel that had been protecting the couch and looked at the photos again. Faces were not included in these mostly cock-shots, but he was reasonably sure the older guy had the longer piece of meat, which he was surprised to see, curved kind of like his own. The younger guy would own the other dong, which, in the photo, was not quite stiff but very promising. He relaxed and adjusted his position so he could see all angles of his still-hard cock in both the cabinet and closet doors. Then he took a hit off the brown bottle and began playing with his tits in earnest, stroking on both so that his penis pulsated and bounced wildly up from his lap. He breathed in and out and felt the warm rush kindling his loins. He grabbed his pole with his left hand and pumped it tentatively, still flicking his right nipple with his right thumb. He could feel the waves of pleasure growing and spreading throughout his limbs and torso. Normally, he would close his eyes and revel in the flooding sensations but now he gazed at the friends' photos on the floor in front of him and grinned to think he would be joining them soon, in the flesh, soon. He inhaled on the bottle some more and began jerking his meat up and down, more serious now in his stroking. He could feel the tingle of pleasure grow to a steady wave and looked forward to drowning in it. He'd never watched himself jacking off before and with the multiple reflections was getting off on it more than he'd expected. He loved the look of his fist as it followed the curve of his shaft and sometimes moved his hand up over his expanding dickhead to give it some added friction. Glancing at the pictures of new cocks, he started jacking faster and harder and felt the waves of pleasure intensifying. The director's chair was slack enough that he felt suspended and was surprised when he felt himself lean forward and, bending at the waist, he tilted down toward his mushroom head, which always seemed largest right before he came, and reached out with his tongue and barely licked off the small amount of precum that moistened it. He had only done this a couple of times before and sometimes it was just beyond his reach. He was pleased to do this and then returned his attention to his jacking motions. As the warm waves built again, he concentrated on his images jacking before him and suddenly his cock exploded and cum flew everywhere hitting his forearms, chest, stomach and legs. He laughed and sat back in the chair, smiling at his two reflections. It was a beautiful afternoon.