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A bit about myself: I'm 6', have dark brown hair and brown eyes, am clean shaven, and though I tend to be just a tad over weight (especially in the winter) I do have nice, long legs. I'm slightly tanned most of the year because I garden a lot, but wear SPF 15 sunscreen. I'm modestly endowed, but can put it to good use, along with my hands and mouth. I spend hours masturbating, and could easily do the same with the 'real' thing, if 'teased' along slowly enough. If it's been a while, it doesn't take long to get me off, but given 10-15 minutes to recuperate I can be back at it and last fairly long.
I like true stories and pictures of amateurs most of all, because they depict real passion and lust. I get really turned on when I can see by a woman's face or tell by her writing that she is very excited. I do like seeing or hearing about the rest of her body too, don't get me wrong, but the face is what shows the 'heat' and is what I am most often looking at when I cum.
'Attitude' in a woman counts at least as much as looks. I've seen a
couple of women's stories here where they express interest in watching
a guy unobserved, so let me tell you in this first post about the
opportunity that I give you to do just that.
Mostly I masturbate at my computer these days. It's in my
office which is in my walk-out, half-basement--there's a window to my
right and slightly behind me at ground level. When I'm down here on a
weekend morning (as I am now) I usually have the shade up because
there's an easement and some trees between my house and the next one on
that side and, if you haven't noticed, you can't really see into a
house during the day if the lights aren't on unless you walk right up
to the window (or use binoculars or some such, if you wanted.) On a
weekend morning I will sit here in my robe, but nothing under it, with
my legs parted. Looking in, you'd only see a man in a robe. But then I
let my left hand drop down into my lap (my right hand using the mouse)
and start to play with myself--gently at first. Some women do walk
their dogs along the easement from time to time, and if they wanted to
walk up to my window and see what I was doing, and let me know that
they wouldn't be offended I would show them. Or else you could use a
pair of binoculars: you could tell if I had some pictures on my screen,
and that I was getting excited, and you could imagine what my hand was
doing. In my excitement, I might let my robe slip open too far. At
night, although I have the shade down, your opportunity to watch me
unobserved is best. The shade is a venetian blind--the kind you close
by turning the slats to the right angle. I don't always have them
turned real tight, and if you walked up to the window and stood on
tip-toe, you could look down and in, with a clear view of my lag. At
night I start completely dressed, usually in a nice pair of slacks and
a shirt from the place where I work. I'd really prefer to get off
without touching myself, not out of prudery but because it's more
exciting. So I start by just looking at pictures or reading. As my
penis hardens and begins to throb, it rubs against the inside of my
shorts, which feels good. I start to squirm a bit to make it rub more
and lick my lips. Now I'm reading your story or message and it's time
to pull down my pants. I pull them down all the way, along with my
shorts, so I'm sitting there totally exposed from the waist down. I
take a few tissues and lay them on the cushioned seat of my chair under
my penis to catch any pre-cum, and for later. Also, these are soft, and
as my dick gets harder and moves with it's own throbbing it rubs across
them, exciting me more. (I'm hard even now, writing this, imagining you
looking in.) As I read on, and my excitement builds, I just have to
reach down and touch myself. I do this very lightly at first. I may
just squeeze gently on either side of the head, not touching the under-
side yet, or letting just the tips of my thumb and index finger stroke
lightly up either side of my cock. It's stiff and standing now, so you
can see this clearly. I have no idea that you are there. I'm focused
completely on the screen. Now I let go again, because I want this to
last. I'm only near the beginning of your story, and it's really good.
But my penis continues to rub itself on the soft tissues. Getting into
the middle of your message, I'm so excited that I squeeze my legs
together. My dick is standing stiff, so now it's under-side will rub
against the inner-tops of my thighs. I may get some oil or lotion and
drizzle it directly onto my dick, but not touching it otherwise. The
liquid is like your mouth kissing it lightly, making it jerk with
excitement. As soon as it begins to subside now, it falls on my
slippery thighs and, rubbing there, becomes excited again. Your story
is so hot now, that I begin to squirm, rubbing my thighs against each
other and my dick. Oh, this is so good! Finally, though, this rubbing
is just not enough, so I reach down again with my hand. I start
stroking lightly with my finger-tips. Pre-cum is oozing out the end.
I'm hard as a rock, the veins standing out. My fingers go lightly up
and down. At last, I must achieve the ultimate penetration, and I make
my hand into a loose fist. I place it at the tip of my cock and slowly,
slowly slide it down.
I stop, and just grip tightly, because I am on the edge, and if I
squeeze I can hold it back just a little longer. I'm almost to the end
of your story, and I want to finish. But wait! I hear something at the
window. Is it my cat? I look over and see your outline there as you
look in. And this makes me loose it totally. I ejaculate high into the
air, kneading away at my cock to milk it for all I can, as I look into
your eyes. But my cock does not get totally limp. It is still firm,
waiting for my excitement. Will you come to the sliding door of the
basement? Will you come in to sit on my couch so we can watch each
other fully, comfortably, as we both get off? Tell me.
by Petet
The Masturbation page
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