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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Interlude: Anatomy of a Wank Session

Men are privy to a feeling that women can never quite feel -- the insanely frustrating but oh-so-delicious sensation of a cock that's hardening, trapped in the constriction of boxer shorts or briefs, held captive by jeans or slacks, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of our hearts, each beat and pulse increasing the friction and frustration. The slight pain as it tries to lift its head upward, but is denied by logistics; the little darts of pleasure that fly through us as we shift uncomfortably, trying to find a new position that works; the flush of embarrassment as we try to hide the growing bulge from others, if we're unlucky enough to be in public when it happens (as it does, all too often).

How much better, then, to be at home and private when the urge strikes (brought on by reading her latest entry; ye gods, the fantasies that woman creates -- how they burn in the mind), to be able (as now) to sigh with relief, undoing the constricting jeans, sliding the zipper down, opening the folds, sliding the jeans down. Prolonging the torment a bit by running a hand along the bulge, feeling the rippling fabric as it slips and catches along heated flesh. The exquisite friction ramps up a bit more, the pulse becomes more insistent, more urgent. A bright spear of pleasure strikes home as I slide the boxers down as well; the object of my attentions standing free now, pointing skyward, a mini-tower constructed for pleasure's purpose.

I start by running my hands along my thighs, cupping my balls, fondling them a bit. My cock dips and plunges as I pull on my sack, bobbing and weaving. Lazily, I encircle the base of the shaft with thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. The head throbs harder still in response. I squeeze again, and stroke upwards as I squeeze, more blood rushing through in response, the great vein standing out, every texture sculpted in pink marble. More precious stones appear -- glistening pearls of precum now oozing from my slit. I squeeze harder still, now using thumb and two fingers, and more precum drools out. God, she's gotten me more worked up than I thought. I remove hand from cock temporarily to move mouse and keyboard, accessing her archives and bringing up one of the hottest fantasies I've seen there, and my brain goes into overdrive, imagining myself as the guy she's working over with such delight and enthusiasm.

I take myself in hand fully now, rubbing, stroking. The head is slick and shiny with precum; I take a moment and use thumb and palm to rub the precum all over it. Glistening and purple with arousal, it begs for more attention. I grasp myself in loosely curled fist and begin stroking very very lightly. Slickness of precum provides plenty of lubrication; it's still dripping out with every stroke, and is now running in slow strands down the side of my shaft, making things nice and slippery. I rotate my hand in slow corkscrews, twisting around, spreading the me-lube, covering myself in my arousal.

I begin a nice slow rhythm, stroking up.....and down. Up.....and down. I sigh and close my eyes, my attention now fully on the sensations at my groin. In my head it's her hand that's stroking me, her lips caressing me, her cunt clutching me. It's her body that's pressed against mine, it's her fingertips that brush my head, it's her gentle suction that has me tingling from head to toe.

Up.....and down. Up.......and down. With each downstroke I squeeze my little finger gently around the base of my cock; with each upstroke I squeeze thumb and forefinger just below the head. The net result of that is that my heart is beating harder and harder. Hell, my cock is harder and harder, throbbing almost angrily, harder than I've been in a long time, feeling like a goddamn railspike. I'm so horny that I could fuck a rock right now, and I want to tear right through to the other side, but something keeps me using that same slow, deliberate pace. Stroking....stroking....stroking.

Long minutes pass. There are no sounds but my own breathing and the soft slap of flesh on flesh as I work myself steadily. Up....and down. Up....and down. My thighs are trembling. My breath is coming faster. I imagine her above me, rising and falling. Imagine her pussy engulfing me, splashing all over my thighs as she takes me to the hilt in one stroke. I can hear her sighs -- or are those my own? I'm moaning now, helpless to stop, unable to hold back the tide of sensations.

Almost without volition my hand begins speeding up. I'm gripping a bit more firmly, stroking harder. Up....and down. Up.....and down. Now my hips are rising with each downstroke, thrusting upwards, plunging into her softness, my hand providing a poor substitute for what I want so badly from her. I throw my head back and lean back in the chair, my free hand gripping the armrest hard enough to make it creak. My cock is twitching, throbbing spasmodically. My balls have drawn tight and are hard stones; I can feel them churning, roiling, building up a wave.

For ten seconds I stop utterly, gripping myself hard, but making not a sound or movement, trying to let the excitement die so I can prolong this wonderful torture. When I resume stroking in ten, it's clear that hasn't helped at all. I feel like I've stuck my cock into a light socket; every touch now sends electricity through my entire body. Moaning urgently, I grip a bit more tightly and begin to stroke in earnest now. Up and down, up and down, harder and harder, my cock so covered in precum it looks like it's been lacquered, hips bucking hard upward, driving into her. I can smell her scent, can see her grinning at me, can hear her voice in my head. And she's saying what I want most now: "Cum for me, babe. C'mon, shoot off. Give me a nice big creamy load."

And with a roar, I do, tensing so hard that my muscles will be sore for a day afterward, fountaining urgently, a hot white jet shooting out so fast and far that it lands on my shoulder. Groaning, grunting, I keep stroking, each motion I make producing another blast. Pearlescent white pools are forming on my chest and stomach, their heat so much more than that of my own body. Orgasm cresting, my cockhead is sensitive now, but I can't stop myself, I'm still flogging it hard, and the jets are still spurting, though smaller and more pitiful now.

Finally, gasping, I let go of my cock -- it flops down now, exhausted, splashing into a pool of cum -- and fall back into the chair. I feel utterly satiated, drifting on a cloud of pleasure, warmth spreading through me from scalp to toe. In a few minutes I'll grope for a towel or something to clean up the mess I've made, but for right now it's enough just to sit here, drifting, fantasizing about her, and hoping she gets half as much enjoyment from reading this as I did in writing it....and enacting it.

-- PB

25 comments:

frances said...

well *i* for one certainly enjoyed reading it! holy hell! such description. i can see it all in my mind's eye.

The Panserbjørne said...

Frances: I do overdo it with the description sometimes, but it seemed like it was needed this time. Glad you liked!

-- PB

Truly said...

Ooh, I liked this very much. Self-love is delightful, isn't it?

The Panserbjørne said...

Truly: Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. And when the real thing isn't available at the moment...there's nothing like self-love. :)

-- PB

Redheaded RidingHood said...

Damn! That made me wish I had a cock to stoke of my own. Whoo.

The Panserbjørne said...

RidingHood: Hey, a new visitor. Welcome! Thanks for dropping in. I'm glad you liked it! Freud was very big on the "penis envy" thing for women, but I never bought into it. :)

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

Mmmm, where do I begin?! Deliciously detailed, dirty and downright delectable.

Oh, to be the woman who inspires such reflections and passion...

(Loved the "me-lube"!)

Topaz said...

I'm there with you every aching word of it all... I've never heard it all described like this before. Gives us good insight to the head of the man (yes, cheesy pun intended!).

The Temptress said...

Lord this is the most brilliant account of masturbation I have ever read! I agree with Topaz - what a lovely way to stroke in a mans shoes for a bit. Sounds delicious. xoxo

Luna Mauvaise said...

Now we just need the video footage. I think you have the narration covered.

xoxo
~Luna

southerngirl said...
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The Panserbjørne said...

Minx: Glad you liked it so! (That phrase was actually one of my favorites too).

Topaz: I do try to make things new and interesting when I can. If that means getting you all inside my head (pun intended), then so be it! :)

Temptress: Thank you ever so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And it was delicious. ;)

Luna: You do keep on trying, don't you? :) Well, we all know what happened with HNT.....

Southerngirl: I hope you didn't feel the need to self-censor (deleting your post) on my account. I pride myself on letting everybody have their say.

-- PB

Hopelessly In Love said...

Holy hell.. that was hot! phewww... that certainly gets the juices flowing!! M&J

Violet Vamp said...

Oh my how I enjoyed this! Especially like the tower constructed for pleasure. One of my fantasies is to just watch a men pleasure himself. Thanks for such great description.

Spring Flower said...

What a delicious way to get my *head* back into reading posts! Awesome. Now I'm thirsty though...

southerngirl said...

No baby - just when I looked at it again it didn't make sense.

What I was trying to say... Temptress had a great quote on masturbation - but what I really love is your account of trying to prolong. SO FRICKING DELICIOUS!!!

And yeah, whoever she is...am sure she appreciates this. Sometimes what lives in out heads baby - so damn rich.

XO

Hopelessly In Love said...

I see my dear Jen has read this. Now you know my love, exactly what I go through when I'm at home alone fantasizing about our delicious moments together.... I could never describe it better than that!

Mark

coquitten said...

That was gorgeous. I absolutely love watching a guy stroke his cock and your delectable play by play is amazing! Thank you for sharing! =D

The Panserbjørne said...

Jen: I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I hope it caused you to go and attack Mark. :)

Vamp: That was one of my favorite phrases too. I'm sure you won't have much trouble fulfilling that fantasy. :)

Spring Flower: C'mere and I'll give you a drink. HAR HAR

Southerngirl: Oh, good. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.

Mark: I don't know, man -- maybe you should give it a try. :)

Coquitten: You are oh so very welcome. I'm happy it was to your, er, taste. :)

-- PB

Ms Scarlett said...

Holy crap, man! I'm at work you know! That is some seriously hot stuff... and now I REALLY want to find a man and watch him do exactly that....

Dayum.

The Panserbjørne said...

Scarlett: Can I be blamed if you get yourself all hot and bothered by reading my stuff at work? I'd apologize, but, y'know, I'm not really sorry. :)

Glad you liked!

-- PB

Fantasia Lillith said...

DAMN!!! ok ... wet....

The Panserbjørne said...

Fantasia: Always nice to see you, especially with a compliment like that. :) Thanks for dropping in!

-- PB

thepinkpoppet said...

I may be all woman, but your description was so good that I could close my eyes and imagine what it could possibly be like...I know it is not the same, but your words are so descriptive and my imagination is so well developed, that it was a lovely fantasy...not to mention a great masturbation enhancer. Thanks.

The Panserbjørne said...

Poppet: I'm delighted to hear it was that successful for you. Thanks, as always, for dropping by!

-- PB