A Private Pleasure

I must have slept for fourteen hours that night. The week before was very tough and my schedule was completely out of whack. By the time Friday night rolled around all I wanted to do was sleep. It was 11:00 am Saturday morning by the time I woke. By then, I felt as fresh and rested as I had in weeks. It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep will do for a man.I rolled over onto my back, enjoying the morning sun that filtered through my blinds. I stretched out and before I consciously realized it, my hand discovered the almost throbbing heat of my fully erect penis.Morning wood can be a problem when I’m in a hurry. Dealing with an ultra sensitive and equally persistent erection can actually be painful when I’m running too late to satisfy my body’s carnal demands. Luckily I was in no particular rush to do anything that morning. With nothing but time and my rampant cock in my hands, I snuggled back into the warm sheets and slowly started stroking the ridged length of my delightfully throbbing cock. Truthfully, had I been with a lover at this point I might have become quite the pest in my burning desire to plunge my hardness into a wet pussy or mouth, but being alone I had no other option but to enjoy the moment in a lascivious act of solo in flagrante delicto.For me, self-pleasuring can be approached in many ways. It can be anything from little more than a quick wank meant only to release sexual tension, to being a purely illicit response to an attractive woman who managed to catch my lustful gaze. Either way, such moments are usually very enjoyable, but they never come close to those rare times when I can truly relax and allow myself to slowly build up into the full bodied arousal that makes stroking myself to orgasm an art of its own. This morning was already proving to be one of those special moments.With my right hand still lightly gliding up and over the pale and taut skin of my cock, I reached for my iPad and logged on to Lush for some added stimulation. The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was come too quickly, so I kept my touch light, not actually pulling on my cock but more caressing its warm flesh with my fingertips. My erection grew even more stiff and urgent as I touched myself, and I felt my arousal coiling in my stomach as I enjoyed some of the photos my friends had posted on my wall. The mere sight of beautiful women striking sexy poses made my body tingle, and I swallowed hard in response to my growing lust.I’m left handed, but for whatever reason I tend to use my right to play this most personal of games. By then I was gently fondling my balls and drawing my fingers up and over the slightly curved underside of my shaft. I used my palm to roll my cock against my pelvis several times, and then brought my hand up to flick and rub my tiny but distended nipples. My body was fully in heat, so when I noticed that one of my favorite authors had just posted a new story, I eagerly clicked on the link and snuggled more deeply into my bed for what I hoped would be a breathtaking sexual journey.The story was a tale of make-up sex and proved to be every bit the excellent read as I hoped and expected it to be. The erotic scenes were very well described and incredibly vivid. I stopped caressing the tingling skin of my cock and ran my palms over my chest as I read, Ataşehir Escort trying to control my arousal and willing myself not to cum. I struggled deliciously against my raging need as the woman in the story received the man’s cum and I was trembling breathlessly as the story ended. I was immersed in sexual tension and I quickly chose another story that had been recommended by a friend.This one too connected with my mind and by the time I was finished, I was stroking my cock with a much tighter grip. My hand was moving up and down over my length and stretching my reddening skin until it folded over the spongy purple crown of my cock. My breath was coming more deeply by then and my hips felt the telltale urge to thrust upward into my hand. My eyes glazed as the urges grew, and I could feel myself turning the corner toward a very potent orgasm.The almost burning friction on my glans heated my blood and my mind focused intently on the pleasurable sensations my hand was causing as it traveled up and down the length of my straining cock. I was caught up in the current and almost certainly would have rode the tide to a tremendous climax but for the little black box of an incoming online message that suddenly popped up on my screen.I immediately recognized the name and as I read the happy greeting, I groaned in bemused frustration. For a long moment I considered just ignoring the box in favor of achieving the release that had literally been in the grasp of my hand, but it was a fleeting impulse. This was a woman whom I was quite fond of as a friend, and one I was not accustomed to being less than respectful to. Our chats were invariably enjoyable but completely innocent conversations about writing and other equally casual subjects, so with a deep sigh, I responded to the box.The conversation that ensued was the normal type of talk we shared, and other than mentioning in passing that I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, nothing that matters to this story was said. The fun but mundane nature of the conversation cooled my heated state until I could breathe again, but my cock stubbornly remained hard and I absently stroked myself whenever I wasn’t actually typing on my screen. As we chatted, I clicked over to her page so that I could send her a new online messages while I waited for her responses.Like most on Lush, her wall was covered with some very erotic photos and I, unknown to her at the time, continued to play with my stubbornly persistent erection. Feeling my arousal grow again, I went to her stories list and decided to read over one of them during the pauses that always ensue during a chat through those annoying black boxes.The story I chose was written from the point of view of a woman masturbating herself to a fantasy. It was expressed with such an honest and believable feel that I could not help but be aroused. It was incredibly poignant and beautiful, and I was captivated by its personal and intimate mood. I began to imagine how she might look and feel during such a private moment, and before I realized it, my desire began to heat up and burn once more. My fingers were tracing circles around my sensitive nipples and then moved downward and over my cock. I began stroking myself as I read, and my need to cum begin building as Ataşehir Escort Bayan her narration described her powerful orgasm.I thought it beautifully confessional and I complimented her on its very well written and erotic nature. I have to admit that I knew it would embarrass her a bit to know I’d read it, but I was feeling very horny by then and couldn’t help myself. She was so cute as she wrestled between being flattered and the knowledge that I was actually reading it while we chatted. She was flustered and adorably embarrassed, yet very pleased that I had enjoyed it. Her reaction was so honest and naturally appealing that I couldn’t help but being further aroused.I mused that watching or hearing a woman pleasure herself was incredibly erotic and that it was such a shame that there was generally so much less interest in hearing such stories from a man’s point of view.It was then that she turned the tables on me.”You’re still in bed right?” she wrote.”Yes, I am. I have to admit your story really turned me on.” It was an honest response, and although I had begun this as nothing more than good fun, I immediately feared that I had gone too far. Fortunately, she chose to accept my indiscretion as the compliment it was meant to be and moments later, my fear was relieved by the next block message she sent.”Do you mind if I ask if you came?”I felt a sudden rush of excitement and began stroking myself harder. “Not yet, but I am masturbating. I hope you don’t mind.””I don’t mind,” she wrote back. “I’m always fascinated by watching men touch themselves. How they like it, softer, harder, faster, slower…”I swallowed hard as I realized where this was going and despite my better judgment, I eagerly responded. “I started very lightly, but now I’m squeezing my cock more tightly. My hand is moving faster now.”A blushing face appeared, followed by the words, “Tell me more. Do you touch anywhere else, or just the shaft?”My eyes glazed as my heart pounded in my chest. I was struggling to keep my movements in check, but the soft, slightly wet sound of my hand flowing over the head of my cock began to fill the room. I don’t often engage in cybersex, but I have at times. I knew well how good it could be when the mood was right, and while I hadn’t meant for it to happen, I could already sense that we were headed toward something special.Reluctantly, and with a deep breath, I stopped stroking my shaft so that I could type. “Okay,” I wrote. “Right now I’m very hard. Your story really got me excited, and the pictures on your wall did too. I’m letting my hand glide up and over my skin without pulling on my shaft. The friction feels wonderful. Now I’m being more rough with myself.”I knew this was new and dangerous to our relationship, but I also knew it was too late to stop. A moment later, her next text appeared. “Do you use anything? Lube or spit?””Sometimes,” I wrote. “But I don’t usually need to. Right now I’m just using my bare hand. I flick my fingers under the crown as I stroke. It sends chills through me each time I reach the head.””Nice. A slow build. I’m getting rather hot myself.” She added a winking smiley and I actually groaned out loud. As I said, I had never meant this to become a truly sexual conversation, but it was already becoming Escort Ataşehir one of the best cyber chats I’d ever had.I quickly typed again. “I flick my nipples once in awhile and then sometimes just run my fingers over my balls.” I reached down and fondled them again after hitting send and gave in to my urge to thrust my hips upwards as my hand once again encircled by aching cock.”Does it feel tight?” she asked. “I’ve always wondered. When you are hard, do you squeeze it harder?””Yes. Damn I’m really hard. Now even my fingertips feel hot on my head and shaft. I’m using an over hand grip at this point. That lets my fingers brush that sensitive spot underneath. My cock can handle quite a lot of pressure now. Rough is good at this point. Sorry, I’m getting really close.””Don’t be sorry,” she wrote. “It sounds like when I am squirming and about to cum, biting, or even slapping is good…I LOVE to have my nipples bitten.”Her words made my head spin and my cock throbbed in excitement. “Me too. If someone touched my nipples I’d cum right now… I’m using my fingers up and down my shaft and I can feel my thighs burning. I’m caressing my balls, trying to prolong this. My hands are shaking now.””When you are hard, and you touch your balls, how does that feel?”I had to think about that and I squeezed my balls as I contemplated how to describe the sensation.”It’s hard to explain.” I finally wrote. “Cooler, less sensitive but just as arousing. Squeezing them slightly feels great but pushes down the need to cum.””Do you like to have someone touching your thighs? If I straddled your legs, facing you, while you kept stroking, would that be okay?”I swallowed hard as I re-read her words. I knew she wasn’t at her home and thus couldn’t actually join me, but hearing her want to become more active was like pouring fuel on my fire. It was becoming more and more difficult for me to stop touching myself long enough to type. “Yes.” I finally wrote. “Get nice and close. Feeling you touch me anywhere is amazing now. I can feel my hips and thighs tightening. I can’t hold off much longer.””I’m getting to that point where I have to cum,” I added in another box.”Can I put my lips down there? Lick the head while you work the shaft?”‘Oh my god!’ I thought as I read those words. My heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to type with my left thumb as I held the iPad. “Oh fuck yes. I’m turning my grip over. Now I’m squeezing tightly… put your mouth on me…””My lips move over the tip, tongue stroking, sucking and moving with your hand.””Your hair on my skin feels so silky…” I answered quickly. It was a sensation that existed purely in my mind, but at that point it felt totally real. My hand flew up and down my length, and an intense heat formed in the head of my cock.”Ohhh shit, here I go!” I managed to write with my left thumb as my right hand stroked furiously over my shaft. A moment later the heat spread from the head of my cock down the shaft and exploded into my balls. A delicious cascade of sensations boiled outward from them as they drew up, and it raced through me so powerfully that I was growling out loud as a hot, pearly white cum erupted from my straining body.The first ropey spurt slipped past my fingers, arching through the air and splashing thickly on my heaving belly. I caught the next in my palm and it rubbed over the super sensitive head of my cock. My jism drooled over my hand, coating my skin so thickly that it lubricated my grip. I shuddered hard and smeared the cum up and down my shaft, leaving me coated with my own fluid as the shock waves of my orgasm began to diminish.