After a few more sleepless minutes, Clark realized that another frustration was starting to build. Although not born of this planet, his race had the same genetic coding that provided all males with an ever- accessible playtoy. He looked down his rippled chest to this playtoy that now wanted attention. With his left hand he lifted it from his belly, admiring what the universe (and his parents) had given him. It was long and thick, and seemed to have a life of its own. Having been spared the "unkindest cut" by being born elsewhere, he was genetically different enough that if ever asked, he wouldn't be able to answer with just "cut" or "uncut." His hood was a bit smaller than the average human's, but there was no mistaking it was there.
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Thanksgiving Break Masturbation Voyeurism
I got back to my room and realized that there was a huge wet spot in the front of my sweat pants, from my cum. I hoped he didn't notice the spot, and I hope that the thinks that the wet drops on the blanket were from saliva. I couldn't get back to sleep again, from that exciting morning, and I lay on my bed replaying the whole scene over and over again, and even laughing about it. My friend didn't get up until after noon, and didn't suspect a thing. At least that's what I hope.
Stroking Myself In Front Of The Mirror
I now focus my attention on the head of my cock. Forming a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I begin to stroke myself in earnest. I move my hand across the base of my cock such that each finger rubs across the V, increasing the stimulation. Each finger across the V seems to send a jolt of electricity through my body. I am increasing the tempo, yet I occasionally pause to take long slow exaggerated stokes, pausing at the head to twist around the head. Sometimes I stop altogether, admiring the way it swells and throbs.
Masturbating In The Woods
The times after that got more daring. First I would go into my hiding place and then strip off my shorts and t-shirt. Then, in white jockey shorts only, I would walk around the field, sometimes on one of the dirt roads, nervous as heck and with a huge boner. Then I would find a nice place under a tree or a rock where I could sit or a clear piece of ground to lay down. I would then take off my underwear and masturbate, listening to the wind blow, the leaves rustling and the white clouds passing overhead. I mean, it was almost like a mystical experience. There I was totally nude communing (so to speak) with nature. It was a really, really nice experience.
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