| Straight: Masturbation: A Night with My Cock (1/11) |
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I lie on my bare mattress watching the last sliver of daylight glide imperceptibly across the faded wallpaper. My hand drifts up and down my naked body, fingertips just barely brushing my skin. My cock lolls between my outspread legs, wrinkled and flaccid. My fingers find the crusty remnants of dried cum on my belly. I absently scratch at it while listening to the noises floating in through the open window. I stare at the water stain on the ceiling, my ears alert for any sounds that hint at sex. A girl’s voice out in the street. Is she flirting? A dull pounding from across the alley. Is it a headboard or a hammer? The girl giggles. Is someone tickling her? The unintelligible bass of a man yelling. Did he just catch his girlfriend in bed naked with another guy? A shower sputters and hisses somewhere close by. I go to the window and scan the alley. The top of a small window with blurred glass is partway open. I can see the edge of a bathtub. I wait, leaning to the side for a better angle. I pick at the hardened semen inside my belly button while I watch. There’s movement. It’s a woman. She’s wearing a ratty blue robe that hangs open. I see her legs and a thick bush of dark hair with touches of gray. I take hold of my soft cock and roughly yank at it trying to get it hard. She approaches the window and I can just make out a flash of saggy cleavage. Yeah, right there. Now drop the robe, let me see those big floppy tits. She reaches up and pulls the blind down – show’s over. Fucking tease. My semi-erect cock shrinks as soon as I let it go. I turn and survey my darkening one-room apartment. It’s been a week since I was fired, and rent is due soon. I’m totally fucked. I shuffle across the thin carpet, trying to avoid the damp spots, and open the refrigerator. Half a container of duck sauce, relish, some dried up lemon wedges. Where the fuck did those come from? Wonder what it’d feel like to jerk off with cold duck sauce? Maybe later. I turn on a light and sift through the videotapes piled on the floor next to the T.V. They’re mostly crappy dubs and junk from the discount bin at my video store. “Euro-Gash,” seen it twenty times. “Interracial Knob Gobblers,” watched it this morning before I went to sleep. “Amateur Hour Fuckfest,” that one sucks. Nothing in the rest of the pile tickles my nut sack. I flip through a few magazines laying nearby. I’ve already cum on all the good pages. I consider my computer. Piece of shit crashed a couple of days ago, so no more free porn. I think about Rachel. I barely heard what Dave was saying when he fired me. I couldn’t focus with Rachel right outside his office. I could smell her perfume mixed with smoke from Dave’s cigarette. I was transfixed as she leafed through an office supply catalog with one hand, while twirling a strand of her long hair with the other. I got this weird tingling sensation across the back of my neck as I watched her. She was completely oblivious. She had no idea I was a few feet away staring at her with a hard cock. Thinking about Rachel gets me erect in a few seconds. It strains |
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