Imitating PeeWee

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1994, 2009

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Abstract: A man reflects on a solo interaction

I'm sitting at my computer, nobody around but the sound of the a/c clicking in
and out. I was looking at some old kinky GIFs -- women in rubber, holding men's
cocks, things like that. Well, I figured I might as well haul out old faithful
and give him some relief. I unzipped my pants and fumbled around trying to find
the opening in my briefs. Finally I said to hell with it and grabbed John
Thomas and pulled it around the side and out into the open. I could see the
vein was throbbing already and it was warm in my hand. Dry, though. I licked my
thumb and ran it over the head of my cock. Better, definitely. Hmmm, I was
going to need some napkins or something if I didn't plan to make a mess of my
pants. I suppose I could just take them off, but you never know when the
cleaning staff will come in and surprise you. If it were a female staff, maybe
I'd still try it. 

The briefs were binding so I stood up and pulled my cock further out so the
edge of the briefs hit around my ball sac instead of the shaft. My spit had
dried already (it does that, unfortunately) so I used more and used my fist to
rub it in and over the whole head. WOW! I didn't realize I was *that* sensitive
-- I almost shot off then and there. I flipped through the GIF directory, just
sort of holding myself near the edge, till I ran across one that always does it
for me. It's nothing particularly kinky, just this tall blonde leaning over her
boyfriend, her tits hanging down and brushing against his chest while she's got
his cock cradled in one hand. It's a big cock (at least it looks that way in
the picture), and I am imagining it's her hand on my cock. 

I re-lick my hand and use my fingers to rub it into my shaft, leaving the crown
alone for the moment. I grip the shaft and move my fist up and down in a
speeding-up motion, playing with my balls on the downstroke. When I can't stand
it any longer, I let my fist go all the way up and over the top, rolling it
around and watching as the friction of my hand pulls the tip open, flaring at
me like a blind eye, and as I keep going I feel my balls tightening and I go
back to a fast up-and-down fist making sure that my thumb rubs up just under
the crown every time, and I look up and bite my lip as the cum erupts and
shoots into the air, coming down on the floor in front of me, six, seven times
before I have the sense to grab a Kleenex and toss it in between my legs, as my
cum oozes more than cums for the next several times I squeeze my fist upward.
Finally, I lean back and catch my breath while my softening cock shrivels and
lies on the sticky Kleenex. 

/END/