[pewe] [1994-10-05] Imitating PeeWee [m solo]
Imitating PeeWee, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1994. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 521
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/ 10-05-1994 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved