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Wish you were here...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Sep 1997 1 comments
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I was thinking of you this afternoon when I read your e-mail message. In fact, I'm thinking of you now as I type, kissing you tenderly on the lips, running my fingers over your chest, your stomach, feeling your cock swell in my hand. Just thinking of you makes me hard, the bulge in my crotch is tightening due to the pressure from within. As I unzip my pants now, I can see the head of my cock poking out from my underwear. I reach inside and wrap my hands around my cock, feel its silky warm skin, throbbing under my touch. I have to do something about it now; there's no way around it. I've taken off my shirt and pants, and now I'm sitting naked at the computer. In case you're wondering, I really am jacking off now. Occasionally I'm stopping briefly to type, but otherwise, I'm writing as it's happening. Masturbation is one of my favorite activities, especially when I can share it with someone else. If you feel comfortable about it, I'll like you to tell me in detail how YOU jack off, either by the computer or by phone. And of course I would like to watch you. As I'm sitting at the computer, I'm looking down at my cock, which is now fully erect. Slowly I run the fingers of my left hand through the hair on my chest and stomach, through the bush around my cock, while I caress my cock lightly with my right hand. I run my left hand lightly over my thighs and my balls, savoring the touch of my fingers as my entire body becomes sensitized. Now I open the jar of Vaseline and spread some over my cock. I have to type with one hand now, as I stroke up and down my cock, delighting in the smooth feel of the shaft and the head. I wish you were here to watch me jack off, to see for yourself how the thought of you turns me on. Already a drop of pre-cum has formed at the tip of my head--I touch it with a finger and bring it to my tongue--it tastes salty. I could come soon, but I want to wait just a little longer, to draw out the pleasure a little more. I imagine the taste of your cock, the silky feel of it in my mouth. Each long, slow stroke brings me closer to the brink. Now I take my free hand away from the keyboard for a moment and caress my nipples with my fingers, making the nipples rock-hard. I run my hand over my chest, then grip my balls, stroking faster. I could come any minute now. Just before I come, I stroke slowly again, savoring the gradually approaching orgasm. I turn my chair to face the mirror in my room, so I can watch myself as I jack off, thinking how I want to watch you jack off, to watch the cum shoot all over your stomach and chest. Just as I am about to come, I look down so I can watch the cum as it shoots out of my cock. I feel my whole body stiffen as the orgasm spreads from my cock throughout my body. Anticipating the force of the ejaculation, I open my mouth and the cum shoots directly inside, it even hits the back of my throat. Another load lands on my tongue. The warm jets of semen continue to fall in my beard, on my throat, on my hairy chest. I'm stroking slowly, savoring the last of the exquisite rush of orgasm. For a long time afterwards I sit at the computer, my energy spent, imagining how great it would be if you were here with me.