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Masturbation: Breakfast at Emerson's (4/4) 
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Author: ulysses  Published: 7/5/2006  story views: 9318


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seven inches. My blonde pubic hair, shaved just so a little bit sat on top of my cock, got wet with sweat as my hand moved up and down my throbbing shaft. I studied the swimmer’s body more closely, focusing in more on his package. He would shift his legs every so often and his dick and balls would bulge out from beneath the Speedos and become more prominent. A little bit of banana hung from the side of his mouth, and from the distance at which I watched him it looked like the banana had left a puddle of come on his face.

I got onto my knees and continued peeking through the curtains. Every time he lifted the banana to his mouth I imagined his warm, moist mouth wrapping itself around my thick cock. I brought my one hand from my balls up to my mouth and covered two fingers in saliva. I then let them find their way to my asshole, getting in one finger first, then the other. I bounced up and down like a spring while on my knees, getting my fingers in as deep as possible. I stroked continuously and kept an eye on my Poseidon eating his banana. I thought about him peeling off my clothes like that banana skin and putting his mouth to my every crevice and piece of flesh. The tip of my cock grew red in anticipation of the rush of come that had welled up inside me for so long. Finally taking my eyes off of the swimmer, I jerked my head back and felt the twitch of my shaft as the hot white come erupted from of my dickhead and shot onto the window, covering the finger-sized shape of the swimmer.

After this incredible release, I fell back and laid on the carpet for a while. The surge of passion I had felt only moments before vindicated the terrible night I had experienced. I continued to massage my scrotum for a while afterwards, cooling them down from the hot self-fuck.

“If I can make myself feel this great,” I thought to myself while sprawled on the floor, “just think of what I could do to him down there.”

A few minutes later, I jumped in the shower, washed off, and threw on my Speedos. “While I’m here,” I thought, “I might as well check out what’s for breakfast down at the pool.”
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