Gay Masturbation Sex Stories - Page 10

I had many strange fetishes, but just about anything can make a kid horny, and I thought I'd do some rummaging to find something to help me get off. The first stop was Dan and Sandra's bedroom. They would surely have something. Nothing out, so I decided to look in Sandy's dresser. I was in paradise looking in her panty drawer, sniffing every pair and the growing sensation between my legs was telling me I liked it. I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear and sat on the floor. I kept rubbing her panties on my face and inhaling like it was my last gasp, meanwhile stroking my tool slowly. I knew I could cum at least three times before they got home, but I wanted to savor it. I dove deeper into the drawers and found nothing interesting till I got to the bottom drawer. Playboy! Jackpot!
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I aim his cock at his face, trying to get the flying jism in his open mouth. He really digs it if he catches some of his spunk on his tongue. When he's done shooting, he collapses back, hanging on the decline bench totally spent. His abs are so blasted that he can't even lift him self off the bench, I have to help him get up. By this time my cock is dripping precum and its my turn to get on the now sweaty bench for my workout. Needless to say, we have great abs. On other days we do a similar workout on the leg extension machine, blasting our quads and our loads at the same time.
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Not really a story, more like a short report about how this person enjoys the alone-time in a bath tub. If you are looking for some inspiration or find this exciting read this very short tip.
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I dreamed about small bed with only one sheet over it. I'm laying there naked, looking around the room. There are five women watching me, staring at my cock in my hand. "Let's see you stroke it for us Georgie," they say. I feel embarrassed at first, but their words of encouragement make me relax. As they get closer to the bed I recognize their faces. All the sophisticated women I know were gathered around my writhing body secretly touching themselves as they watched me strock my throbing member. "Make it cum for us, Georgie," one of them say. I look each one of them deeply in the eyes as I roll around on the bed stroking firmly on my cock with slow long strokes. They all have that look of passion in their eyes that makes my head spin.
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We watched MTV for the rest of the day, talking about sports and stuff. I told him I'd like to see him skateboarding the next day, because I've always been interested, but never learned how. Sure, Rob said. From the minute I saw him I knew he was a hopeless wanker - every guy doing sports is. This, in a way, is due to the fact that when you sweat, you can smell your own body, which certainly is a turn-on. I tried to start a discussion on sex several times, but he seemed to be pretty shy to share anything. At the same time, I tried to notice any visible changes of the size of his crotch, since he was adjusting his package quite often (the kind of adjustment we guys always do), but besides an accidental movement of his cock in his underwear, I didn't notice anything significant.
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About a few weeks ago, I was really horny and I was lying on my bed, wearing only cutoffs, and decided I needed to jack off and blast some cum everywhere. I went into Don's laundry basket and found some white socks. I was sniffing these (he has the horniest looking smooth tanned feet I've ever seen) and spied one of his high top black Nikes sitting beside my bed. I picked it up and inhaled. Aaaahh... heaven! He had just come home a little while earlier and had slipped off his Nikes before going out to class (I guess he wore some other shoes.) He had been wearing these Nikes with no socks all day (somethig the boys at my school do a lot) and so they were moist and dank with the smell of his sweaty feet through the hot summer day.
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After teasing myself almost to orgasm a couple of times, to heighten my arousal, I decided it was time to come, and I really got into it then, flailing away with both hands, my ass bouncing off the bed as I thrust my cock upward. My breath was in short, ragged gasps when I head someone coming down the hall toward my room: I recognized my mother's step at the same moment I realized that I had neglected to lock my bedroom door before embarking on my little trip to wank land.
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After another few minutes of feeling the water on my dick and balls, I decided to put my dick up against one of the water jets. At first, I didn't want Ben to notice it, but after about 2 minutes, I started getting a weird feeling in my dick that I'd never felt before (I'd never had an orgasm), so I got a little more bold and stood on the bench on my knees in the tub holding my engorged cock against the rushing water. About 30 seconds later, I started feeling a rush that was the most incredible thing I had ever felt in my life. I felt like I was exploding.
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I always wanted to know a little more about his sex-life. Well, I finally realized that if he was doing so much "shooting", and we were together so much, that he must be doing some of it within feet of me, literally. Well, that made me *really* horney. I figured that there must be evidence of his activities around, somewhere. After a investigation, I began to discover used, wadded, tissues, napkins, and papertowels, in the funniest locations. I was reluctant to be nosey, but I was so _curious_ and *horney* that I furtively began to inspect these suspicious discarded items. I quickly discovered that they contained a dried substance like egg-white, and an occasional pubic hair. Finally, I realized that my friend was masturbating "everywhere" right under my nose.
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Somehow, I was a little angry at Steve for his uninhibited ways. I was horny, but the bathroom now seemed sterile, and uncomfortable, and although I stroked, I didn't cum. Finally, I gave up, and left the bathroom. I couldn't resist looking into the bedroom again. Steve was there, sleeping on his back in innocent nakedness, with his hand around his slack cock, and a dotted wet trail of cum on his belly and chest. He looked so peaceful, and I thought that he was so liberated, because he wasn't concerned that someone might see him there, "like that". By the time the other roommates came home, there was no evidence that Steve had been masturbating, and the afternoon seemed ordinary. However, I was quite agitated at having seen him masturbating.
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