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It's a hot day and I'm wearing only my boxers. Warm thoughts fill my mind as my cock head chaffs lightly on the cotton material. There's tennis on the TV and I watch extremely fit young women sweat, yelp and groan whilst arching their fit bodies. Occasionally the camera lingers a little too long and a teasing glimpse of lycra clad arse or, better yet, pussy mound flashes onto the screen before an overly precious producer changes camera. I feel my cock thickening and I know what will have to happen. I drink in images of tightly held boobs that still bounce with the effort of play. I note the rise of nipple beneath the highly coloured material as my arousal grows.
I allow my thoughts to centre on my groin and feel the shaft filling out, feel it twitching by stages into a full erection. I send pulses along it by muscle contraction as I reach full tumescence. My balls tingle and tighten in my sack. I allow myself more time to enjoy the sensation but refrain from touching. My subtle movements my glans is stroked my pants until I begin to physically ache along my prick. Now is the time.
I quickly log on to xhamster or flickr and begin my search amongst my favourites. I revel in the images I choose. So many sex minded people with the same tastes as me. I find images of mounds cupped and divided by tight material and let myself imagine the pleasures contained. Almost without realising I am touching my cock lightly. Gentle squeezes on the tip, flat palmed strokes down the shaft, pressure of the whole against my body – feeling the heat. Then I raise my hips and slide my underwear off. My prick flicks up against my stomach and I enjoy the sensation of exposure.
More images are sought, getting more and more explicit. Tits showing hardened nipples, their aureole crinkled with desire. Smooth flat stomachs on a reclining semi-nude housewife. I imagine the scenario of the picture taking. How long before the photographer too was nude? How long before the camera's gaze was replaced by a questing finger or tongue? What was on the models mind? Was she imagining only the arousal caused in the cameraman or was she projecting her lust to the future when thousands would do as I'm doing now and begin to stroke their hard-ons?
At first my rod feels tacky and clammy, sticky from its heat but then I feel a rise in my tube and a big glob of clear liquid bubbles from my slit. It forms a thick bead at first then slides along my helmet. I love this moment and watch, pulsing my prick to encourage more lube to ooze forth, as it forms a glistening channel down my length. Like raindrops on a window pane each new bead follows the slick path until they reach the base and begin to pool there. I scoop the juice up and first of all taste a little. Salty, sweet and cloying on my tongue. Then I smear the thin stream of nectar around the whole of my organ, smearing my palm and fingers with its oily feel. This is always a moment of high pleasure. So sensual, locked into my own body and its amazing abilities I am lost to a deeply sexual pleasure. The heat, the slick pulsing power of my penis. Gently I begin to encircle my rod and slide my hand up and down the shaft, leaving my glans untouched for the moment.
Soon, however, more lube pops through my slit, sometimes with the faintest of hisses, and joins the rest. It collects on the skin between my thumb and forefinger and I rotate this area around my erection. Over handed, backwards, gripping hard and then softly feeling how my dick is now so much harder and strong, pulsing with a life seemingly of its own. I notice how my whole body has warmed and become more alert.
I return my attention to the screen and begin a measured steady pulling of myself. I've set up collections of favourite images, still shots that aroused in the past collated together and I use the slideshow. Each new picture excites me further, each to my own taste. Erotically moody shots highlighting exquisite breasts or buttocks. Sensual lingerie modelled by women expressing their own sexuality for my pleasure. Beautiful girls, knowing MILFs, rampant sluts all their for my greedy eye. The pictures gather strength and explicitness. More close ups of cunts, lips held wide, juices leaking from their hot soft centre.
Then I tease myself by easing back on my stroking. Sometimes I've gone too far and allow myself a quick glorious release but I love to draw the moment out. I return to tamer images but as my mind is still processing the hard core I can now project this onto the more discreet postings. This is very enjoyable – engaging the mind to twist nervous posers into something they never meant to show, taking them to new places. I try to keep each stroke of my slicked up cock a measured one, rarely gripping the mass of nerve endings that is my swollen cockhead. I keep this teasing going and gradually pick harder images again. The arse cheeks fully spread to stretch the bum hole, lips and mounds contorted into new shapes as fingers plunge into the depths as slick with their pussy juice as my own are with mine. The juice I am so freely releasing is becoming white and frothed on my hand as I continue to squeeze and stroke.
Now I will flick to a favourite video. Maybe a classic Danish Vintage, a solo woman flicking her swollen clitoris, a pair of amateur housewives lapping at one another's cunts as they explore new experiences or a huge dick spearing the pink lipped pussy from behind as the pert buttocks are held up for penetration. I am approaching my own orgasm but I try to resist as long as possible. Finally I try to time it with the ejaculation of some stud on my screen. My preference is for a full pulsing load to be delivered over a still gaping and quivering cunt, or along the body and tits of a sweat soaked girl.
I reach a new pace on my cock, a blur of stoking while gripping hard on my helmet. I feel my bolt of spunk rising and rising along my shaft. My mind focused only on my pleasure now I am lost to all else and need only one thing. It finally arrives. At first the almost painful lump of sperm seems lodged behind my glands but with one final writhe and pulse I feel the hot liquid leap from me. It splatters my hand, my belly, my thighs and I smell its sharp salty aroma as my whole prick and body dissolves into a sweating, runny, gasping, squirting mass. Oh! The joy, the ecstacy as I feel myself tightened to a group of sinews and then slacken over my whole being in slowly diminishing ebbs and flows as my very seed at first fires then squirts then oozes from me. I slow my motions gradually, smearing my essence around my hot cock and balls until I am left a limp rag.
I may even slip into a mini sleep here but I am cosseted in warmth and satisfaction. Gone are the days when I would then proceed to feel guilt at this moment. I take the pleasure offered by my body and enjoy it for what it is. A bloody good wank!
I allow my thoughts to centre on my groin and feel the shaft filling out, feel it twitching by stages into a full erection. I send pulses along it by muscle contraction as I reach full tumescence. My balls tingle and tighten in my sack. I allow myself more time to enjoy the sensation but refrain from touching. My subtle movements my glans is stroked my pants until I begin to physically ache along my prick. Now is the time.
I quickly log on to xhamster or flickr and begin my search amongst my favourites. I revel in the images I choose. So many sex minded people with the same tastes as me. I find images of mounds cupped and divided by tight material and let myself imagine the pleasures contained. Almost without realising I am touching my cock lightly. Gentle squeezes on the tip, flat palmed strokes down the shaft, pressure of the whole against my body – feeling the heat. Then I raise my hips and slide my underwear off. My prick flicks up against my stomach and I enjoy the sensation of exposure.
More images are sought, getting more and more explicit. Tits showing hardened nipples, their aureole crinkled with desire. Smooth flat stomachs on a reclining semi-nude housewife. I imagine the scenario of the picture taking. How long before the photographer too was nude? How long before the camera's gaze was replaced by a questing finger or tongue? What was on the models mind? Was she imagining only the arousal caused in the cameraman or was she projecting her lust to the future when thousands would do as I'm doing now and begin to stroke their hard-ons?
At first my rod feels tacky and clammy, sticky from its heat but then I feel a rise in my tube and a big glob of clear liquid bubbles from my slit. It forms a thick bead at first then slides along my helmet. I love this moment and watch, pulsing my prick to encourage more lube to ooze forth, as it forms a glistening channel down my length. Like raindrops on a window pane each new bead follows the slick path until they reach the base and begin to pool there. I scoop the juice up and first of all taste a little. Salty, sweet and cloying on my tongue. Then I smear the thin stream of nectar around the whole of my organ, smearing my palm and fingers with its oily feel. This is always a moment of high pleasure. So sensual, locked into my own body and its amazing abilities I am lost to a deeply sexual pleasure. The heat, the slick pulsing power of my penis. Gently I begin to encircle my rod and slide my hand up and down the shaft, leaving my glans untouched for the moment.
Soon, however, more lube pops through my slit, sometimes with the faintest of hisses, and joins the rest. It collects on the skin between my thumb and forefinger and I rotate this area around my erection. Over handed, backwards, gripping hard and then softly feeling how my dick is now so much harder and strong, pulsing with a life seemingly of its own. I notice how my whole body has warmed and become more alert.
I return my attention to the screen and begin a measured steady pulling of myself. I've set up collections of favourite images, still shots that aroused in the past collated together and I use the slideshow. Each new picture excites me further, each to my own taste. Erotically moody shots highlighting exquisite breasts or buttocks. Sensual lingerie modelled by women expressing their own sexuality for my pleasure. Beautiful girls, knowing MILFs, rampant sluts all their for my greedy eye. The pictures gather strength and explicitness. More close ups of cunts, lips held wide, juices leaking from their hot soft centre.
Then I tease myself by easing back on my stroking. Sometimes I've gone too far and allow myself a quick glorious release but I love to draw the moment out. I return to tamer images but as my mind is still processing the hard core I can now project this onto the more discreet postings. This is very enjoyable – engaging the mind to twist nervous posers into something they never meant to show, taking them to new places. I try to keep each stroke of my slicked up cock a measured one, rarely gripping the mass of nerve endings that is my swollen cockhead. I keep this teasing going and gradually pick harder images again. The arse cheeks fully spread to stretch the bum hole, lips and mounds contorted into new shapes as fingers plunge into the depths as slick with their pussy juice as my own are with mine. The juice I am so freely releasing is becoming white and frothed on my hand as I continue to squeeze and stroke.
Now I will flick to a favourite video. Maybe a classic Danish Vintage, a solo woman flicking her swollen clitoris, a pair of amateur housewives lapping at one another's cunts as they explore new experiences or a huge dick spearing the pink lipped pussy from behind as the pert buttocks are held up for penetration. I am approaching my own orgasm but I try to resist as long as possible. Finally I try to time it with the ejaculation of some stud on my screen. My preference is for a full pulsing load to be delivered over a still gaping and quivering cunt, or along the body and tits of a sweat soaked girl.
I reach a new pace on my cock, a blur of stoking while gripping hard on my helmet. I feel my bolt of spunk rising and rising along my shaft. My mind focused only on my pleasure now I am lost to all else and need only one thing. It finally arrives. At first the almost painful lump of sperm seems lodged behind my glands but with one final writhe and pulse I feel the hot liquid leap from me. It splatters my hand, my belly, my thighs and I smell its sharp salty aroma as my whole prick and body dissolves into a sweating, runny, gasping, squirting mass. Oh! The joy, the ecstacy as I feel myself tightened to a group of sinews and then slacken over my whole being in slowly diminishing ebbs and flows as my very seed at first fires then squirts then oozes from me. I slow my motions gradually, smearing my essence around my hot cock and balls until I am left a limp rag.
I may even slip into a mini sleep here but I am cosseted in warmth and satisfaction. Gone are the days when I would then proceed to feel guilt at this moment. I take the pleasure offered by my body and enjoy it for what it is. A bloody good wank!
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