("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: john.txt (gay, voy) Authors name: Benson (No Address Story title : John Masturbates for Me -------------------------------------------------------- This story is copyrighted (c) 1996. All rights reserved. It may be posted to free sites as long as no changes have been made to my story, and the author name remains attached. -------------------------------------------------------- John Masturbates for Me by Benson "Touch your dick, John," he said, but I still tried to protest. "Tease it... tickle it...come on...I know you love how it feels in your hand. Don't you want to hold your penis, John? Look at my nipples -- all erect and hard like that hard meat of yours. I know how sensitive your penis gets when its hard like that. Come on, John," he begged mockingly, still squeezing and caressing his tits as he stared into my eyes. "I know how badly you want to slide your hand up and down that rigid prick of yours...milking pleasure into it... milking the cum out... _squeeeeezing_ it so good like you love to do." I still was struggling between wanting to run away and hide and taking out my cock and furiously stroking it for him, but I did nothing. He stopped rubbing his nipples and said, "Maybe I should show you how to do it, John." He reached into his fly and brought out his dick. Its color and texture, was increadable, and it was at least a foot long. Never lowering his gaze from my eyes, he slowly spread his legs, exposing his naked crotch, and he said, "I took my undies off when I went out to get you your jack-off book, John. Look at my hairy balls." I noticed that he wasn't a real blonde, but it didn't matter. The sight of the dark pubic hair covering his beautiful balls really turned me on. He held it out for me to see. "This is _my_ penis," he said in his slow, deliberate manner. "Watch me play with it." With that he grasped it around the shaft with his two hands so that its head was visible. He slowly stroked it, all the time he kept intensely, seductively gazing into my eyes. I was mesmerized by him. He then positioned its head so that I could see his every move and began to slowly grind and gyrate his hips. Keeping a firm grasp on it with both hands, he began to fuck himself with his hands solely by moving his body -- not his hands. Never lowering his gaze from my eyes, he slowly and deliberately bumped and ground, the now moist end of his cock pushing rhythmically, hotly, and hypnotically in and out of his grasping hands. After a short while, he increased the pace of his gyrations, but not too fast and still very deliberately so as to maximize the effect he was having on me as I watched him. All the while he kept her eyes glued to mine, and I found it more and more difficult to resist stroking my cock as I watched him sexily writhe before me, his cock sliding in and out of his hands. Soon he said, "Look at my cock, John. See it sliding in and out of my hands." With that he lifted himself up slightly so that only the head of it was in his grasp, and he rotated her hips, making his cock bend and squirm. He said, "Oooooooh, _fuck_ me!" and sat back down so that his cock slid way up in his hands sticking out at me. He repeated that sequence a few times, each time making me less and less able to resist touching and squeezing my own cock. Then, he stopped and let go of his penis leaving it sticking out. He just sat there for a minute so I could stare at him. Then, he squirmed out of his shirt and stood up, unzipping his pants the rest of the way and tossing it on the chair behind him. He was totally naked now except for his socks. "Look at my cock, John," he said, reaching down with one hand and lightly tickling the shaft and head of his dick with his fingers. "It's so sexy, isn't it?" It indeed was, but as soon as I realized that, a wave of fear shot through me: his penis turned me on, and I suddenly worried about being gay. This homophobic fear had a strange effect on me: it aroused me intensely -- much, much more than I could sublimate or deny. The more I realized how much I liked looking at that penis, the more aroused I became in my fear. My cock grew rigid and pushed the front of my pants out noticibly. He seemed to be aware of the effect this was having on me. "Look at my penis, John," he said. He moved his hips from side to side, causing his cock to shake, too. Watching it wiggle, I felt a palpable surge pulsate through my penis and groin. I'd never before exper- ienced such a pronounced reaction in my penis without touching it. It felt as if I could almost cum just from watching him sexily making his penis move for me. This homosexual response scared the hell out of me, and my arousal grew with my anxiety. "Let's touch our cocks together, John," he was say- ing. "Come on," he said with a seductive, mock-pleading tone, "Don't you want to get nude with me and rub our penises together?" I was beyond speech by this point. Besides, I'm sure he intended it to be a rhetorical question. "I want to touch the head of your dick with mine," he continued. "Ohhhh, yeah -- so good, so hot -- right on the tip where your sperm comes out... yeah! Just sorta..._push_'em together ..." He moved his hips to illustrate how he was going to push. Another spasm went through my penis and groin, this time causing me to close my eyes and moan sharply with pleasure. "Oh _yeah_ John," he panted seductively. "Feels so damn good inside your dick, eh? Well this ain't nothin', John. We've barely gotten started." I smiled weakly. "Now get up and get nude," he demanded suddenly. " _Now_ John!" he ordered, when he saw that I was still hesitating. I was no longer able to do anything but obey him. As I nervously fumbled with my shoes, socks, pants, shirt and finally my underwear, he was saying, "I want to rub the head of my cock down your shaft...yeah.. to your balls...oh yeah, it feels so good to rub our penises together...I'll push my head right there on the base of your cock...right there where the bottom of your penis meets your balls...I'll rub it right there, right where you first feel your cum flowing up the inside of your dick...push a little there... then slide it back up the underside of your penis to right under the rim ... on the bottom there right where it meets your shaft... and push on it there a little, too ..." He was pointing his cock at me -- I could see it shine with his juices. "It's all wet now, John. My hot penis is all wet and slippery for you... so slippery against your dick, John. Come on, damn it!" he said insistently, "Hurry up and take off those underpants and come over here," his voice was filled with seductive, mock urgency. "I can't stand it any more -- hurry up and let me rub my hot, wet dick against yours...yeah... so slippery and throbbing.. oh hurry...rub your cock on mine ... PLEASE!" I was finally out of my clothes and I stumbled to him...I was dizzy with lust and couldn't stand well. "You're too tall for me," he hissed, as he stood up on his toes and pretended to be surprised that our penises still could barely touch. "My dick won't reach yours, damnit! Lie down on the floor...on your back...I want to kneel over you and rub _dicks_", lewdly emphasizing the word "dicks" by leeringly licking his lips as he hissed out the word. I was on my back in a flash and he was soon strad- dling me on all fours, his big cock poised right above my rigid, throbbing penis. Lowering it down against mine, he did pretty much what he said he would: first he pushed its head against mine and bounced very, very slightly. The sensations made me gasp so loudly it was almost a yell. He then just started moving his hips from side to side, causing the dildo to rub and glide against my penis. Our shafts would meet and the slippery sensa- tions drove me wild. While he did this, he was rhythmically speaking in a low, chanting, seductive whisper: "... ohhhhh...rub it... yeah ... so hot...the shaft...oh, oh!...yeah...slippery hot penis against mine...your big penis...look at our penises, John...yeah ... so hot...makes you spasm...yeah... penis spasm... yeah...such a long hard dick, John...rub our dicks to- gether...please!...oh, yeah...you love dicks so much, John...oh yeah...my dick makes you so hot...so long and hard...throbbing ..." He then leaned down and rested his chest on mine, holding my arms down with his. But he was still kneel- ing, his ass up in the air and his dick still rubbing against my increasingly aroused cock. Rubbing his breast against my chest as well, and looking me deep in the eyes from just a few inches away, he said with a mock pout, "Oh baby, my dick is getting dry." It indeed was. "Make it wet for me, honey. Please! Please cum on my dick." He moved so that the head of his cock was at the base of my cock and its shaft was against my balls. Slowly sliding the head of his penis up the length of my shaft, he moaned, "I want your _sperm_ all over my big, long, huge, throbbing DICK!" Just as he said "DICK", the head of his cock reached that spot he described on the underside of my penis, right where the shaft meets the rim. With that, I felt the first hot, burning load of semen flowing up my penis and exploding out of the head. As spasm after spasm of cum gushed out of me, he kept lightly pushing and slid- ing his cock all over my penis. "Oh yeah!" he was panting in time with my spasms and moans. "Gimme your sperm, John. All over my hot dick. Yeah! Cum all over my penis, John. Ohhhh, so wet and hot. Yeah! More! Such a hot penis...such a turnon for you to see and feel my penis all over yours...oh yeah... you love my penis... you love looking at it...you love feeling it...and you really love cumming all over it... oh, what a sweet penis boy you are!" As I came, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and tried to push my cock up against his rod. But he kept wiggling and sliding it all over my penis, which teasingly kept me yearning for more. Even after I was spent, I felt like I hadn't really finished. I yearned to squeeze my cock in my fist and tightly pump it to satisfaction as I was accustomed to doing when mastur- bating, but he was leaning on my arms and I couldn't move them. After a while, I had drifted into a pleasant, post- orgasmic daze. In the back of my mind I felt him get up off of me, but I was half asleep and just lay there. As I sleepily reflected on his expert attentions, I noticed that every time I pictured him with his penis rock hard, I'd become aware of a faraway feeling of arousal. I'd experience the same feeling when visualizing my own cock. Somehow, his had gotten me to be much more interested in and focused on penises than I had ever been before. I still had a homophobic reaction to all this, but I managed to rationalize it away by telling myself that being turned on by my _own_ penis isn't homosexual. Hah! ________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 2