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The Event

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Aug 2000 1 comments
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Like most men, I masturbate frequently in a spontaneous unplanned fashion. I've jerked off in bed , with a morning hardon, at the toilet before and after pissing, in the TV and living rooms, when stimulated by a sexual story or picture, in the kitchen while watching two stray dogs fuck, in the garden, in the woods, in short wherever the risk of arrest isn't too great. Since I live alone, however I am free to program wanking events. The following is one of my routines: Once I decide to intersperse my usual partnered sexual activities with a "self love" session, I begin by making a date with myself. Once that date is made, I find myself with the same increasing anticipation as on any other date. I consciously begin to psych myself for the mood. I scrutunize every crotch, fantasize the size and shape of both cocks and cunts, mentally caress baskets and bottoms. The time has arrived. In my bedroom, I undress in a leisurely and sensuous fashion. I feel the movement of the clothes against my skin as I take off piece by piece, slowly and consciously. I flip my cramped cock and shake muy balls as I release them from my bikini. I enjoy unplanned glimpses of my butt or prick or tits, as I in advertanly pass a mirror. I move into my study, enjoying the freedom being naked outside the bedroom. I spend time in front of the full length mirror admiring me. I'm pretty goodlooking. six feet tall, 180 lbs, square shouldered, flat chested, with good pecs and toned muscles from daily workouts at the gym. I admire the thicket of hair on my chest that make a "Y" down to my belly button. spreading out again thickly over my belly down to my mons and cock. This is overtly narcissistic and part of the pleasure is the open defiance of all those childhood lectures about conceit. I make love to me. caressing nyself , tickling sensitive spots all over my body, squeezing my tight hard cheeks, reminding myself of the chicks that have told me they like my legs and buns. I run my hands over my taut belly, down the inner sides of my hard thighs and tease my g-spot and finger my rosy pucker. I croon to myself and tell me what a sexy dude I am! what a frigging jerk-off, how I'd love to fuck me and suck my stiff cock. All this time, I studiously avoid touching my begging rod and nuts. By that time I am burning with lust. Horny sensations seem to begin at my belly button and radiate throughout my body. As I move toward the ergonomic stool at my PC, I pour oil into my uncut cock hood. I tap in an erotic disk like Ravel's "Bolero". While I surf the net on my already booted PC, my fingers find my cum hole and gently massages it and theinner side of my skin, rimming the corona. Still feeling the lube leaking out and down my prick and over my balls, I enjoy the slippery movemments of my hands all over my body. I'm looking for an outstanding cock. If I'm lucky I'll find a great hardon and a pistol shooting a wad of cum. In that event, I save the eruption for the very last minutes. Having found the exciting tool, I concentrate both hands on my throbbing cock and willing body. I now begin to jack off in earnest. I make a circle of my thumb and forfinger, place it around my now stiff and exposed cock head and gently move it up and down the shaft, each stroke carrying the rest of my loosly clenched fist along that hot and eager pole. My other hand captures the crystal liquid of my pre cum and carries it down over my balls and follows my crease until it finds my ass hole. I gently rim the pucker with my well lubed finger and as I begin to stroke harder and faster, I start to finger fuck myself. By now I am really getting hot and I start to buck in my seat. My body is following its natural path as it tries to fuck my hand. I begin to moan and whimper as my balls demand release of their hot thick creamy load. Fuck, you mother fucker, comes from my mouth! Gve me that jism, shoot that load, vacuum the spunk from those hot cojones. I am now in a complete state of tension. I want to shoot and I want to continue this sweet torture for ever. The music is reaching a pinnacle of sound and fury. I try to slow the process down by slowing the strokes. My body takes over, my mind collapses. I beat my meat harder and faster; I can't see my hand, it moves so fast. Fuck me baby, give that spunk, I scream. I click the spurting cock on the sreen. I'm moaning and whimpering and cursing. And then, beyond all control, that beautful, hard, purple, glowing cock head seems to open like a flower with the cum hole widening to shoot forth a rope of thick white cream. It comes with such force, the first blast splatters over my face and lips. the second and third spraying my pecs and belly. My free hand is feeling the spasms at my g-spot as the orgasm bursts. Oh shiiiit! What a load! I milk the last drops from my still hard cock and lick the sweet salty cum from my hands. I rub the cream into my skin and smell the heady aroma of cock milk. I collapse into the soft chair beside me and fall into the "little death", with my hands nursing my basket sharing the warmth of that lusty engine. After a few minutes, I pull myself together enough to stagger off to bed to dream of that marvelous session and perhaps wake up to jack off again. Oh shit, I got myself so hot writing this, I just dropped a load without even touching my studly prong. Good thing I haven't gotten dressed yet this morning. Looks like I'll have cream of cock rather than cream of wheat for breakfast.