Through the Letterbox

Shortly after that net curtain experience I experienced an even more exhilaratingly sexual high. I cannot recall what put the crazy idea into my head but it was this:

I took to standing naked by my front door (bottom half wood, top half frosted glass, letterbox in the middle below the glass) in the narrow entrance hallway and massaged my cock until it was erect. I then opened the front door ajar so that I could reach out and across with my arm and push open the hinged letterbox flap. (It could not be opened from within). Not an easy task as my whole body had to be flat against the door and leaning partially out to reach it.

With the fingers of my other hand I would grab the flap from inside and hold it open whilst I closed the door.  With my other hand I would, rub my cock again to stiffen it fully back up before poking it through the open letterbox pressing my belly hard against the door so as much of my cock was on the other side.  And then ease down the spring loaded flap onto my cock, pinning it in place.  The door was 1 and half inches thick and my cock fully erect is just over 6 and a half inches, so five inches of erect cock was effectively clamped and visible from the public footpath.  My legs were parted to accommodate the height of the letterbox, my pelvis and stomach were pressed hard against the door and my chest and face pressed against the frosted glass, arms outstretched pressing against the two hallway walls.  Knowing that I was now in a semi helpless stance and could not retract my cock without some difficulty gave me a sexual high.

I would stand there spread eagled chest pressed heaving and gasping against the glass waiting to hear the sound of approaching footsteps along the path. The sound of a high-pitched sort of clatter indicated that a female in high heels was approaching.  That had my heart pounding; would she, or, a he notice my trapped cock sticking out from the letterbox. My cock at that point would stiffen rigid and the sensation to cum mount.

On the second occasion of carrying out this practice, (I only carried it out three times - each time around seven o’clock in the morning) did I hear an approaching footstep falter and then stop.  Through the frosted glass I could only make out a blurred distorted form where my garden gate was.  My cock stiffened and I just knew I would come. Moments later to my utter shock I heard the gate being opened, and the form seemed to loom larger.  Through the frosted glass I could now see the distorted pink colour of someone’s face though not any clear features.  Whoever it was stopped someway short of the door. I cannot tell you how fast my heart was racing at that moment and I just ejaculated helplessly, the post box flap digging painfully into the top of my cock with each orgasmic convulsion.  Whoever was there (male or female, and thinking about it afterwards it may well have been the gentleman referred to in my previous story) their form remained motionless until I was spent.  I waited until the form had receded and disappeared from my view.  It took me a good while to recover and my knees felt weak and my body was trembling when I finally opened the door to free my now sore limp cock.  Later on when I looked out through my bay window I saw that my gate had been left wide open. It had been an unforgettable sexually exhilarating moment.

After that I did it once more but I don’t think I attracted anyone’s attention and decided to stop the practice.  I no longer really had the nerve to carry on.

I’m pretty damn sure it was that same guy though.