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True Solo Practioner

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Aug 2000 1 comments
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by Jack Plenty I love the pictures and stories on ClubStroke. Every one here seems to be into stroking, but sometimes I feel that maybe I am the only one who around who finds masturbation to be my favorite sexual activity. I am married to a wonderful, beautiful woman, yet the habit of wanking is so strongly a part of my nature that it still ranks first as my desired sexual pleasure. What follows is a true sample of my sex life. Does any one else lead this kind of life? I would love to hear from you. Maybe I'm an odd ball, but I guess I like being this kind of an odd ball. Scene 1 - It is late at night, and it is hot. I am lying nude in bed next to my nude, sleeping, uncovered wife. She is lying on her side, and her rounded, smooth, tanned butt faces me. I stare at it for some time, drinking in its contours, thinking how sexual this part of her anatomy is. The more my mind melds with this physical masterpiece of hers the more aroused I get. My dick becomes more and more engorged; it is hot, bursting with sexual desire. I want to touch her ass; I want to gently caress it. I think more and more of making love to this ass. I love the sexual pain of desiring her butt, but I resist rubbing my penis against her cheeks, and her crack. Instead I want the torture of denial while I grab my own beautiful sex organ, and stroke it while wanting, wanting to plow my dick into her, but no, I am about to engage in the best of all sex: masturbating. One hand lovingly pumps away while the other strokes the outline of her ass, remaining a few hairs' breadths above it. I am making sexual groaning sounds - maybe I want her to hear me - and then I spurt cum on my thigh. I sigh, and lie on my back spreading the newly spewed white lotion all over my belly. Ahhh, that was good sex indeed. Scene 2 - I have gotten up early and am running on a wooded trail near home. My dick hangs relatively freely in my shorts; I like to feel it swing about. I dare not think too much about it, though, as it might spring to life and embarrass me. Now there is a bench about 30 yards ahead, and sitting on it is a guy in shorts displaying a great body. He's about thirty or so, tanned, and lean. Very little chest hair, and legs that lack the bony bumps and angles common to many men. A very nice shape, a sexy shape that I can appreciate. I go past him, and sit, as if suddenly exhausted, on a bench ten yards further down the trail. I lean back and cross my legs. Crossing the legs is necessary as I am getting a hefty hard on as I look at him. I imagine his dick being also hard; I picture wrapping my hand around it, and squeezing it to my hunk of sex. He gets up, and starts running past me. I arise and follow, my hard on bumping and swaying against the front of my shorts. I don't give a damn; I want to watch his butt, his legs, and his back. I want to imagine sucking his dick. Two people are coming toward us, but are some distance away. I sit down on another bench, and when they pass the object of my sexual attraction is nowhere to be seen. As I am alone, well, what the hell. I pull my bone from my shorts, and openly wank it. This is great. Soon cum spurts out, and falls in the dust of the path. Scene 3 - I want to have sex with my wife tonight, but it will be another one of my special treats. She is eager, too, and we flop onto the bed. Within seconds I am lapping her pussy, delicately working her up to a fever pitch. She loves it, and says to stop, but she doesn't mean it, and I don't stop. Just as I sense her orgasm approaching I top her and push my sex into her. I gently stroke with a twisting motion as she writhes and groans, heading toward her own blissful release. She explodes, and slowly settles into a relaxed, happy panting. I now withdraw my throbbing friend, and kneel on her stomach. I put Peter between her generous tits, and press them against my organ. Now I start to fuck in earnest, pushing my self aggressively between her fleshy globes. God, I love this kind of fucking. I love to control my dick, to watch it as it eagerly tries to lose its load. Soon my pleasure is complete as white jets of jism spurt onto her neck. We both lie there happy, exhausted. Later I fantasize wearing her panties, and it is enough to rouse my dick once again. Now I jack off in front of her while thinking of having a hard on insider her pants. Scene 4 - I visit Club Stroke on the Internet. The first of many erect dicks appear on my screen. I am in heaven. My own tool snaps to attention as I marvel at the beauty of these gorgeous appendages. What could be better than viewing aroused men as they fondle their wonderful, hardened toys. Surely this is what dicks are for: to make love to them with your caressing hands. Married guys, gay guys, single guys, young and old. All in love with pleasing themselves. I think, "You guys are my true brothers. We think alike. We love self-sex. As I sit here looking at these beautiful hard ons, I know that this is where I belong. I am a dedicated wanker. I am totally into masturbating as my favorite sex. I stroke, and edge as I go from picture after picture of these one-eyed, cum dripping hunks of flesh. Then I see a large, well shaped spurting dick that puts me over the edge. I envision sucking off this pulsating prong, and I stroke very hard and happily watch a fresh batch of my precious cum shoot onto my computer table. I trot into the bedroom, and lie down next to my wife. I can't go to sleep right away, though, as visions of ClubStroke dicks continue to pass through my mind. My ever-ready prong leaps to attention, and I engage once again in one of my favorite activities: beating off next to her while she sleeps. Scene 4 - Wife is lying nude on the sun deck. I look out the second story window and see her shapely body. Suddenly my mind is filled with the thought of some guy with a beautiful hard on approaching her from he rear, and sticking a massive, fleshy pylon up her butt. I get this clear vision of him drumming his pecker into her ass. My hand is stroking my true love before I am aware of it. Fuck her, fuck her, I think. Then my imagination conjures up a vision of him withdrawing his skin flute. He sits down next to her and jacks into the pool. Now that's something that I would do. The thought makes the first load of the day shoot from my loving prick. Scene 5 - I am in my office talking to co-worker. All of a sudden pictures of guys wanking float through my head. I see myself as being in a great circle jerk. As my dick rises I find myself getting rid of my worker friend, and I head hurriedly to the rest room. I stand in front of a urinal trying to pee through a hard on. Oh what the hell. I stroke off a load in the urinal, thrilling to the risk of being caught. Later in the day I lock my office door, pull down my pants and play with myself while filling my mind with every sexual thought I can dream up; Guys sucking me off; me sucking off a guy. Now I picture myself lying on the floor with a group of guys standing around, stroking and cumming on my body. I am in my usual sex heaven. This is where I like to be the most, having a great hard on and making love to it with my hand. This is real sex. Scene 6 - I am away briefly on business. It is late evening, and I am swimming in the motel pool. Two women in bathing suits sit talking at a nearby table. I hang over the edge of the pool watching them, allowing my wandering eyes to drink in their nice legs, round boobs, and flat tummies. One is a red head. My favorite. I have maneuvered so that the half of me that is dangling in the water is in front of one of those pulsing water inlets. With one hand I have released my now hard rod, and placed it in front of the jet. As the gals look up and see me I wave to them just as my body is racked with a great shudder. What fun to wave at beautiful women and have an orgasm while you are doing it. Isn't masturbation fun? Scene 7 - A male co-worker friend of mine admitted he liked wanking. I of course said me, too. Now we frequently talk about it. This is great. What a turn on to talk to another guy about playing with our peckers. After a lunchtime of talking masturbating with him, I usually have to go beat off in the rest room. I love my sex life more and more every day.