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Enjoying the Perfect Story

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If you were hiding in a corner or even sitting in a chair, watching me from across the room, you would have gone absolutely crazy. You would have seen me sitting on my couch, leaning back into the corner pillow, my laptop on my left side, leaving my right hand free for whatever I may need it for. Usually, I go to a couple of free amateur video sites, to see if there are any new posts of women pleasuring themselves and that night was no different. After watching a few videos, I, as always, made my way to Literotica.com to read the latest stories.

When I’m watching the videos, unless it is a really good one, my dick doesn’t get completely hard. Just about half way, not quite stiff, but definitely, not soft either. I laid back enough that my cock was lying back on my stomach, and I started rubbing a couple of fingers just around the underside of the head. It was so sensitive there, since I wasn’t completely hard yet, it felt more like a tickle. By the time I made it over to Literotica, there was a little precum, starting to leak out of the slit. A definite sign of my arousal, even though, I have yet to get completely hard yet.

My seven inch dick had started to grow more solid by the end of the first story, my hand having been constantly rubbing the underside of my cock as I read the first couple of stories. (I usually start out with a short story of two, to really get the blood flowing. This way I know I won’t get carried away and cum before I want to.) I started by placing my thumb and forefinger around the base, lifting my cock away from my stomach, watching the string of clear liquid stretch from the now engorged head to where it was lying just above my bellybutton. I squeeze my fingers up from bottom to the top, forcing more precum from the tip.

It was at this moment that I found “Painting the Flagpole”. The beginning built the characters nicely and when Amy started spraying the hose up and down the length of Ken’s cock, is when I started to stroke my thick shaft. Not too quickly though, I wanted to build up with the characters, to feel the teasing he was going through. I was getting really into the story, especially when they decided that since she had the hose, she was in charge. I could already feel the beginnings of my orgasm, though still not close to happening; I isveçbahis knew if I wasn’t careful though, it wouldn’t be long. I was pleasantly surprised though, when I scrolled down to the bottom of page 1 only to realize there were 2 more pages to this story.

The beginning of page 2 was really exciting, the way Amy kept trying to convince herself, she was just helping her brother clean up, nothing sexual was going on, it was just natural. My hand was really stroking my hard cock. I was harder than I had been in a very long time. I could feel the veins pulsing throughout my dick, especially the thick one where my thumb was rubbing. I, like Ken, was getting close to cumming. I was so turned on, that I was going to let myself cum when he did, it would be almost as if Amy had made us both cum. As turned on as the story had made me, I knew I would be able to cum once more before it was over. When his hand went down to join her, to help speed up his orgasm, I started stroking even faster, hoping to time my orgasm to the amazing one she was going to give him. But then, she saw his toes, his damn toes!? Which brought her back to reality… guess what, it brought me back too. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to keep from cumming. I squeezed the base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger at the last possible moment. I could feel the muscles under my fingers contracting, trying to force the cum past my ever tightening grip. Finally the feeling subsided, the head of my prick much larger, and a much darker shade of red and purple than it had been just a few moments before. I relaxed my grip and just a trickle of semen made its way out, my shaft still bobbing up and down with my pulse.

I decided to take a break for just a minute to calm down a little more. I stood up to adjust my shorts I was wearing, and I noticed I had to pull the waist up higher than usual so the plum sized head of my cock was covered. As I made my way back to the couch, I could feel the wetness of the semen leaking from my slightly softening dick.

After only a couple of minutes back on the couch reading the story, my hand made its way back to my throbbing penis. The pace of my strokes had slowed, as had the tempo of the story. It was time to build up to that climatic ending I had been waiting for. As Ken turned the isveçbahis giriş tables on Amy, I started wondering if I was going to be able to make it through the entire story without cumming. Most of the time, I can hold back my climax at least two or three times, before giving into my climax. But the way this story was going, I didn’t know if how much more I could take.

I tried to keep from stroking my painfully erect member, but as Ken’s tongue reached out and touched Amy’s nipple, I gave in. I squirted a little more lotion around the mushroom shaped head and used my thumb and forefinger to spread it down the shaft. Precum was literally dripping out of the slit, as I stroked upward from the base back up to the head, just gripping my cock with the semi-circle created by those two digits. Once the shaft was completely slick with the mixture of lotion and my own lubricant, I brought the rest of my fingers into play. My pinky at the base of my cock and the head and about an inch of the shaft exposed to the cool air from the ceiling fan above me.

I continued to stroke my pulsing shaft, ignoring the ultra-sensitive head as best as I could. Once Amy finally gave in to the taboo feelings she was having for her brother, I let my thumb glide over the leaking head of my dick, sending a shudder through my body. There was so much precum leaking from that winking eye at the top, it was starting to pool in the area of skin where my thumb and index finger meet, making a squishing sound every time I went past the ridge of the head.

The pace of my strokes increased again as Amy finally allowed her knees to part and she felt the liquid from her pussy “drizzle” past her asshole. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm, but since I was on page three now, I knew I just needed to wait a little bit longer for Amy to make me cum. As luck would have it, Ken stopped his tonguing of Amy’s delicious flooded pussy.

I pulled my hand away my dick and looked away from the computer screen for a few seconds. I was visually taking my pulse as I watched my cock throb with the beating of my heart. When Ken pulled her soaked panties to the side and just inserted the mushroom head of his penis into her steaming pussy, my hand once again found my cock.

I knew it was getting close to the end of isveçbahis yeni giriş the story, so I set the auto-scroll feature on my computer. This allowed me to bring my left hand down to my balls. They, like my dick, were slick with a mixture of precum and lotion, allowing my hand to just slide around them. Amy was just gripping Ken with her legs when I felt the muscles in my lower stomach tense up. Just a little quiver at first, but enough to let me know I needed to slow my strokes a little but to make it last.

I began to roll my balls around in my left hand and rub my hard cock with long full strokeswith my right; going from the base all the way up until the fat head had disappeared, being massaged by the palm of my hand. I pulled my scrotum out away from my penis, downward, making the skin of my cock tighten even more. Finally I could take no more, just as Amy’s body was being overtaken by her orgasm, my body exploded with an orgasm if its own. Cum erupted from my cock, much faster than I had anticipated. I was unable to grab my towel, the one I had brought for this very moment, fast enough. I began to get soaked in my own semen. Volley after volley flew out from that angry eye in the center of the mushroom tip. The first spurt went past my, by now, almost prone body and landed on the arm of the sofa just to the right of my head. The second and third shots landed just below my neck, coating a line with the thick white substance. The remaining fluid flowed onto my stomach, and began to trickle down to my navel. My breath coming in ragged gasps, almost unable to breathe at all.

Once I stopped cumming, I grabbed the towel to start cleaning myself up, but instead, just set it on my chest. I laid back into the cushion of the couch and attempted to recover from the most incredible orgasm I have ever had, or at least the best one I had ever given myself. I finally got the cum cleaned off of my chest, my lotion and the soiled towel put away, and sat back down on the couch. Still slightly out of breath 10 minutes later, I put my laptop on the coffee table, and went back to page one of Painting the Flagpole by Literotica.com author Amyss.

I read it again, not to get turned on, or for any further sexual release, but for the joy of reading such a perfect story with unclouded vision. It was, simply put, perfection.

Thank you again, Amyss for your inspiration and the feedback on my story. If not for your story and encouragement, I would have never have written or submitted this story. You’re an angel!

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