| Straight: Masturbation: A Walk with My Cock (1/6) |
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I pace around my room along the narrow path twisting between the dirty laundry, used dishes, pizza boxes, and stacks of porn. I’m wearing my best clothes, a pair of clean black jeans and the only shirt I own that has buttons. I have an interview today and if I don’t get the job I’ll be living under a bridge at this time next week. I reconsider my underwear situation and decide to stick with the theory that wearing no underwear is better than wearing either of the dirty pairs I own. I’ve still got fifty minutes before the bus comes - a half-hour before I need to leave for the bus stop. I notice the corner of a magazine poking out from under my mattress. I pull it out and leaf through it. I find a chick I don’t remember seeing before. Dark hair, white skin, small tits. Cute. I’ve had a thing for small tits for about a week now. I have no idea what brought it on, but I’m loving this girl’s small chest. I find my scissors and cut out her best shot. I then crop the picture further until I have only a small slip of magazine page left with just her smooth little tits on it. I go to the kitchen and find my collage on the counter and tape her tits into it with all the other small breasts already arranged on the piece of thin cardboard I took from a cereal box. I survey my work. A concentrated dose of just the best parts. And Cap’n Crunch’s right eye. I feel my cock stir, then lengthen down my left pant leg. Fuck it, I’ve got plenty of time. I take off my shirt and hang it on a doorknob, then I pull off my pants and drape them over the back of the chair. Don’t want to get my good clothes sweaty. I go grab the little black film container I’ve been keeping next to the bed. My hard cock bounces up and down like a diving board with a fat guy jumping on it as I hurry back to the kitchen. I prop the nearly completed collage up so I can get a good look at it and start jerking. My eyes dart from one sweet pair of tiny tits to the next. Those have a nicely curved profile. These have lickable chocolate-chip nipples. The ones in the middle are so small they are barely even breasts. I want to rub my cock on all of them. I want to pinch, and pull, and fondle. I want to cum on all of them. My hand slides up and down my dry shaft. The heat of the friction feels good. I pick a pair of small perky tits with small pink tips and focus. Oh, yeah. I feel the faint signals of orgasm and reach for the little film container. I jerk faster, my hand rapidly pumping from head to sack. When I’m only a few strokes away I pop the gray cap off the film container. I slow down, hold the container at the end of my cock, and aim carefully. The first spurt shoots past onto the cabinet door, but I milk the rest neatly into the little container. I relax, take a deep breath, and stretch the ache out of my right shoulder. I check the container. With this deposit, it’s nearly two-thirds full of cum. That should be enough. I |
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