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Alone At Last
by Anonymous (address unknown)
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A man who never seems to find time to be along is
ecstatic when his family goes on vacation without him.
(M-solo)
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I don't want to imply that my marriage and my sex life
aren't good. They're great. But last summer, as I
waived Tammy and the kids on down boarding tunnel to
the airplane, I felt an incredible excitement at the
prospect of 10 days of purely solo-sexual pleasures.
My time-alone vacation started long before I got home.
As I headed down the old state highway -- parallel to
the freeway, but with no traffic. I pulled my stiff
cock out of the leg hole of my shorts and fondled
myself.
I let my imagination drift, my memory filled with
pictures, snapshots, the briefest kinds of
recollections of hot moments with Tammy... and with the
women before Tammy. I remembered eating Tammy, her cunt
clamping on my fingers as she came, her body flopping
on the bed as my tongue stayed on her clit. She came so
hard she nearly blacked out.
I remembered Carol bouncing up and down on my stiff
cock in the front seat of my old Falcon, her eyes
rolling up in her head as the eruption of my squirting
cum sent her into a convulsion of climax. I pictured
Tammy kneeling under my desk, sucking my cock and
gulping down my spurting cum so hungrily that she
nearly left a hickey on my cock head.
I remembered fucking Melissa doggy-style under the
trees down the road from the fair-grounds, while the
crowd noise from the horse race made back-ground music
to our orgasms.
Those and numerous other hot memories swirled in my
head as I drove... and as I jacked off. Just as the
trees of my small town appeared on the horizon, I
gasped in my solo ecstasy. The car slowing on the empty
two-lane as my pounding fist jerked my cock into a
spurting fountain of creamy jizm. I spunked all over my
T-shirt, on the steering wheel, even onto the
dashboard. I'd spunked hard and good -- and I was just
getting warmed up!
Back home, I walked through the house naked, savoring
the solitude, stroking my stiff-again cock. My passion
grew as I immersed myself in the freedom of having my
family flying toward Sacramento. I could feel the
tingling power of excitement like a ball glowing in my
guts. I flopped down on the couch and thrust my stiff
cock against the fabric, feeling the cushions give
under my thrusts. I got on my knees on the carpet and
thrust into the groove under the cushion. I was fucking
my own living room couch. It didn't feel like a cunt;
it didn't feel like anything on earth except fucking a
couch. It felt good.
I went into the basement and pulled a fluffy sweater
from the winter-clothes storage box under the stairs. I
wrapped the soft grey acrylic around my hard-on,
shuddering with pleasure at the gentle caress of the
fabric. My chest was tight with the intensity of my
desire. My balls were drawn up, tingling as they
anticipated the ecstasy of spurting in the solitude of
that big, wonderfully empty house.
My fingers were tight on my hard-on as I climbed two
sets of stairs, jacking off as I walked to the bedroom.
I lay on my back and rubbed hand lotion on my nipples
with one hand while I stroked my stiff cock with the
other. The level of desire was almost unbelievably
high. I felt as though I were made entirely of cock
flesh, as though every cell and tissue in my body were
tingling cock flesh, all ready to erupt in the hot
pleasure of orgasm.
Moving my pinching fingers from one slick nipple to the
other, I timed the pounding of my cock-stroking right
hand with the tingling delight spreading from my
nipple-pinching left hand. I was panting as though I
had run all the way from Chicago. My hips were moving
in instinctive thrusts, my ass rising from the sheet as
the rhythms of my masturbation matched the surges of
pleasure shooting through my body.
My cock was being stroked toward ecstasy.
I let myself float, sending my body and soul adrift on
a wave of tingling pleasure. My senses dimmed. I
couldn't hear or see very well because all my
sensations were centered in the swelling intensity of
the spine-burning tingle of my approaching orgasm. I
was jacking off alone, and nothing in the world could
have felt better.
I hit the plateau, that magical, mystical,
indescribable place where you know you're going to
come, but it hasn't started yet. It's perfect; it's
almost as intense as climaxing, but it goes on and on.
My knees were up, my legs spread, and my balls jiggling
with every stroke of my cock-gripping hand.
Sweet heat, like tongues of fire, flickered all over my
body. I stopped breathing. And then the universe stood
on its head as my orgasm hit me. A huge jet of
glistening white sperm shot out of my cock and sprayed
the whole length of my torso, leaving a shining line of
wetness from my sternum to my throat. Electric-like
ecstasy jolted me. Another gob of spunk jetted from my
cock, puddling in a thick button of fluid just above my
navel.
I was on fire, melting with ecstasy. I came hard! I
jacked off so many times while my family was gone that
I wore a sore place on my cock. Tammy laughed at
that... but she had rubbed a little sore place on her
clit while she was gone, so I guess we were even! I
can't wait until they leave next summer! I'm going to
masturbate until my cock comes off!
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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