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Archive name: john.txt  (gay, voy)
Authors name: Benson (No Address
Story title : John Masturbates for Me

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John Masturbates for Me
by Benson

    "Touch your dick, John," he said, but I still tried
to protest. "Tease it... tickle it...come on...I know
you love how it feels in your hand.  Don't you want to
hold your penis, John? Look at my nipples -- all erect
and hard like that hard meat of yours.  I know how
sensitive your penis gets when its hard like that. Come
on, John," he begged mockingly, still squeezing and
caressing his tits as he stared into my eyes.  "I know
how badly you want to slide your hand up and down that
rigid prick of yours...milking pleasure into it...
milking the cum out...  _squeeeeezing_ it so good like
you love to do."

    I still was struggling between wanting to run away
and hide and taking out my cock and furiously stroking
it for him, but I did nothing.  He stopped rubbing his
nipples and said, "Maybe I should show you how to do it,
John."  He reached into his fly and brought out his
dick.  Its color and texture, was increadable, and it
was at least a foot long.  

    Never lowering his gaze from my eyes, he slowly
spread his legs, exposing his naked crotch, and he said,
"I took my undies off when I went out to get you your
jack-off book, John. Look at my hairy balls."  I noticed
that he wasn't a real blonde, but it didn't matter.  The
sight of the dark pubic hair covering his beautiful
balls really turned me on.

    He held it out for me to see.  "This is _my_ penis,"
he said in his slow, deliberate manner. "Watch me play
with it."  With that he grasped it around the shaft with
his two hands so that its head was visible.  He slowly
stroked it, all the time he kept intensely, seductively
gazing into my eyes.  I was mesmerized by him.

    He then positioned its head so that I could see his
every move and began to slowly grind and gyrate his
hips.  Keeping a firm grasp on it with both hands, he
began to fuck himself with his hands solely by moving
his body -- not his hands.  Never lowering his gaze from
my eyes, he slowly and deliberately bumped and ground,
the now moist end of his cock pushing rhythmically,
hotly, and hypnotically in and out of his grasping 
hands.  After a short while, he increased the pace of
his gyrations, but not too fast and still very
deliberately so as to maximize the effect he was having
on me as I watched him.

    All the while he kept her eyes glued to mine, and I
found it more and more difficult to resist stroking my 
cock as I watched him sexily writhe before me, his cock
sliding in and out of his hands.  Soon he said, "Look at
my cock, John. See it sliding in and out of my hands."
With that he lifted himself up slightly so that only the
head of it was in his grasp, and he rotated her hips,
making his cock bend and squirm.  He said, "Oooooooh,
_fuck_ me!" and sat back down so that his cock slid way
up in his hands sticking out at me.  He repeated that
sequence a few times, each time making me less and less
able to resist touching and squeezing my own cock.

    Then, he stopped and let go of his penis leaving it
sticking out. He just sat there for a minute so I could
stare at him.

    Then, he squirmed out of his shirt and stood up,
unzipping his pants the rest of the way and tossing it
on the chair behind him.  He was totally naked now
except for his socks. "Look at my cock, John," he said,
reaching down with one hand and lightly tickling the 
shaft and head of his dick with his fingers.  "It's so
sexy, isn't it?"

    It indeed was, but as soon as I realized that, a
wave of fear shot through me: his penis turned me on,
and I suddenly worried about being gay.  This homophobic
fear had a strange effect on me: it aroused me intensely
-- much, much more than I could sublimate or deny.  The
more I realized how much I liked looking at that penis,
the more aroused I became in my fear.  My cock grew
rigid and pushed the front of my pants out noticibly.

    He seemed to be aware of the effect this was having
on me. "Look at my penis, John," he said.  He moved his
hips from side to side, causing his cock to shake, too.
Watching it wiggle, I felt a palpable surge pulsate
through my penis and groin.  I'd never before exper-
ienced such a pronounced reaction in my penis without
touching it.  It felt as if I could almost cum just
from watching him sexily making his penis move for me.
This homosexual response scared the hell out of me, and
my arousal grew with my anxiety.

    "Let's touch our cocks together, John," he was say-
ing.  "Come on," he said with a seductive, mock-pleading
tone, "Don't you want to get nude with me and rub our
penises together?"

    I was beyond speech by this point.  Besides, I'm
sure he intended it to be a rhetorical question.

    "I want to touch the head of your dick with mine,"
he continued.  "Ohhhh, yeah -- so good, so hot -- right
on the tip where your sperm comes out... yeah!  Just
sorta..._push_'em together ..."  He moved his hips to
illustrate how he was going to push.  Another spasm went
through my penis and groin, this time causing me to
close my eyes and moan sharply with pleasure.

    "Oh _yeah_ John," he panted seductively.  "Feels so
damn good inside your dick, eh?  Well this ain't
nothin', John.  We've barely gotten started."

    I smiled weakly.

    "Now get up and get nude," he demanded suddenly. "
_Now_ John!" he ordered, when he saw that I was still
hesitating.  I was no longer able to do anything but
obey him.  As I nervously fumbled with my shoes, socks,
pants, shirt and finally my underwear, he was saying, "I
want to rub the head of my cock down your shaft...yeah..
to your balls...oh yeah, it feels so good to rub our
penises together...I'll push my head right there on the
base of your cock...right there where the bottom of your
penis meets your balls...I'll rub it right there, right
where you first feel your cum flowing up the inside of
your dick...push a little there... then slide it back up
the underside of your penis to right under the rim ...
on the bottom there right where it meets your shaft...
and push on it there a little, too ..."

    He was pointing his cock at me -- I could see it
shine with his juices.

    "It's all wet now, John.  My hot penis is all wet
and slippery for you... so slippery against your dick,
John.  Come on, damn it!" he said insistently, "Hurry up
and take off those underpants and come over here," his
voice was filled with seductive, mock urgency. "I can't
stand it any more -- hurry up and let me rub my hot, wet
dick against yours...yeah... so slippery and throbbing..
oh hurry...rub your cock on mine ...  PLEASE!"

    I was finally out of my clothes and I stumbled to
him...I was dizzy with lust and couldn't stand well.
"You're too tall for me," he hissed, as he stood up on
his toes and pretended to be surprised that our penises
still could barely touch.  "My dick won't reach yours,
damnit!  Lie down on the floor...on your back...I want
to kneel over you and rub _dicks_", lewdly emphasizing
the word "dicks" by leeringly licking his lips as he
hissed out the word.

    I was on my back in a flash and he was soon strad-
dling me on all fours, his big cock poised right above
my rigid, throbbing penis.  Lowering it down against
mine, he did pretty much what he said he would: first he
pushed its head against mine and bounced very, very
slightly.  The sensations made me gasp so loudly it was
almost a yell.

    He then just started moving his hips from side to
side, causing the dildo to rub and glide against my
penis.  Our shafts would meet and the slippery sensa-
tions drove me wild. While he did this, he was
rhythmically speaking in a low, chanting, seductive
whisper: "... ohhhhh...rub it... yeah ...  so hot...the
shaft...oh, oh!...yeah...slippery hot penis against
mine...your big penis...look at our penises, John...yeah
... so hot...makes you spasm...yeah... penis spasm...
yeah...such a long hard dick, John...rub our dicks to-
gether...please!...oh, yeah...you love dicks so much,
John...oh yeah...my dick makes you so hot...so long and
hard...throbbing ..."

    He then leaned down and rested his chest on mine,
holding my arms down with his.  But he was still kneel-
ing, his ass up in the air and his dick still rubbing
against my increasingly aroused cock.  Rubbing his
breast against my chest as well, and looking me deep in
the eyes from just a few inches away, he said with a
mock pout, "Oh baby, my dick is getting dry."  It indeed
was.  "Make it wet for me, honey.  Please!  Please cum
on my dick."  He moved so that the head of his cock was
at the base of my cock and its shaft was against my
balls.  Slowly sliding the head of his penis up the
length of my shaft, he moaned, "I want your _sperm_ all
over my big, long, huge, throbbing DICK!"

    Just as he said "DICK", the head of his cock reached
that spot he described on the underside of my penis,
right where the shaft meets the rim.  With that, I felt
the first hot, burning load of semen flowing up my penis
and exploding out of the head.  As spasm after spasm of
cum gushed out of me, he kept lightly pushing and slid-
ing his cock all over my penis.

    "Oh yeah!" he was panting in time with my spasms and
moans. "Gimme your sperm, John.  All over my hot dick.
Yeah!  Cum all over my penis, John.  Ohhhh, so wet and
hot.  Yeah!  More!  Such a hot penis...such a turnon for
you to see and feel my penis all over yours...oh yeah...
you love my penis... you love looking at it...you love
feeling it...and you really love cumming all over it...
oh, what a sweet penis boy you are!"

    As I came, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and
tried to push my cock up against his rod.  But he kept
wiggling and sliding it all over my penis, which
teasingly kept me yearning for more.  Even after I was
spent, I felt like I hadn't really finished.  I yearned
to squeeze my cock in my fist and tightly pump it to 
satisfaction as I was accustomed to doing when mastur-
bating, but he was leaning on my arms and I couldn't
move them.

    After a while, I had drifted into a pleasant, post-
orgasmic daze.  In the back of my mind I felt him get up
off of me, but I was half asleep and just lay there.  As
I sleepily reflected on his expert attentions, I noticed
that every time I pictured him with his penis rock hard,
I'd become aware of a faraway feeling of arousal.  I'd
experience the same feeling when visualizing my own
cock.  Somehow, his had gotten me to be much more
interested in and focused on penises than I had ever
been before.

    I still had a homophobic reaction to all this, but
I managed to rationalize it away by telling myself that
being turned on by my _own_ penis isn't homosexual. Hah!
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