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Rocky and Me

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by Kristi For a very long time I had fantasized about watching a man masturbate. I had never really thought of trying to do it, I was totally and utterly inexperienced with men, but the fantasy was so strong.I couldn’t resist the urge to type the word "masturbation" in the search engine of a personal ad site. Only one matched the search term. I read it, found it very interesting, but just couldn’t see myself doing it, so I moved on. Over the course of the next few days, I kept coming back to that ad. Could I do it? I finally broke down and responded. His emails were straightforward and open, and the pic he sent immediately caught my attention. I remember seeing it and thinking, “Oh shit…He’s sexy…and what a wicked grin! I’m in way over my head.” By the time we met, we’d talked on the phone a bit, but that still didn’t prepare me for meeting him. He rode up on his motorcycle, and while I’d like to tell you he looked really hot on it…. I haven’t a clue. I was hiding in the bushes. When I finally got the nerve to come out, he was walking in my direction. Slick sunglasses, t-shirt, jeans and motorcycle boots. He carried himself very confidently. He had a great body, fair skin and freckles, nicely built all over. He radiated sex appeal and charm. We stood in front of each other for a few minutes, chatting inanely. He finally suggested we sit down. I opened the rear of my SUV and I had barely gotten settled when he took my hand, saying, “Just so you’ll know….” and placing it on his crotch. He was already hard, feeling so stiff and full under my hand. I will never forget the sight of him unfastening his jeans and taking out his cock. It was so hard and thick, it curled upwards and looked so erotic cradled in his hand, precum forming on the head. The precum fascinated me, and when he slid his thumb in it, taking a bit to his mouth, I wanted to taste him so much I could hardly stand it. He moistened his finger again, this time holding it to my lips. The taste was amazing, salty and tangy. I leaned back a bit to watch him stroke, but I couldn’t wait for long. My hands itched to touch him, and the first feel of him was wonderful. Soft skin covering such hardness. He taught me how to please him, placing his hand on mine, showing me how to stroke him. Later he guided me in learning to suck him, encouraging me in a raspy aroused voice as I licked and sucked, caught up in a sexual high like I had never experienced. While I loved sucking him, letting him cum in my mouth was not an idea I was comfortable with yet. I wasn’t ready for the time to end, but the need to watch him cum was so strong. I think that I actually worked up the nerve to ask him to cum for me. He didn’t need any encouragement and appeared to be very comfortable with me there watching him so blatantly. I peeked at his face occasionally, seeing him watching me, wondering what he was thinking about. The whole act of him stroking was such a sight to see. The small sounds he made, watching his hand move, and knowing the feel of him in my own hand. Watching his fingers adjust… more pressure here…. less there…. curling tighter or looser, adjusting so automatically, his hips bucking slightly, muscles flexing. No picture or video clip was ever so erotic. Even today I can close my eyes and see him stroking, see that first shot of cum spurting from his gorgeous cock onto his stomach. White and warm, cum pooling on his skin. Wow. We chatted while he cleaned himself up, then we pulled ourselves together and eventually went our separate ways. Did the reality live up to the fantasy? When I think about it…the fantasy was never even half as good as the reality turned out to be!

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