I've had my post up on the
NoVA Men's Jackoff Club for a few weeks now, but apart from some enjoyable chat with the guy who runs the board, it hadn't led to any in-person fun. You know, sometimes you'll exchange email with a dude and talk about getting together, but for one reason or another it never happens. (I don't have a car, for instance, which has been the monkey wrench in at least one plan to hook up with a promising local buddy.)
But this morning I got a Yahoo IM from this guy who asks ''Where in Burke?'' -- not only were we both in Northern Virginia, but we live in the same, er, town. (All the ''towns'' here kinda blur together into one vast suburb that clings to DC like a growth of barnacles.)
Anyway, it turns out that the dude had nice stats -- big and hairy, which I'm ga-ga for, bi married, and into cock-to-cock. That last part really had me leaking precum into my shorts as we were exchanging instant messages; I wanted to feel the stiff warmth of another man's penis pressed against my shaft. So I invited him to come over later in the day (I hadn't showered yet), we chatted some more, and eventually, my erection took over and I messaged: Why don't you come over now?
(Dammit, have to go... will post the rest of the story tonight)
[Time elapses...]
Aaaaanyway, half an hour later, I'm all showered and pretty-smelling, walking around the place with this definite stiffness in my shorts -- my dick is looking forward to rubbing against another hard-on.
Ding-dong!
''Hi, I'm Ted.''
''Good to meetcha. I'm Rob.'' And you're a handsome fucker, Ted, I'm thinking, as I let him in the door.
We sat down on the couch, going through the usual small talk -- I actually prefer some small talk, rather than just grabbing each other's dicks, even though we both know perfectly well what's gonna happen, as we'd been Yahoo-chatting about it an hour earlier. I hopped up and started a porn tape that I'd put in the VCR -- hey, two guys sitting on a couch, just like me and Ted!
The guys on the video started having sex, I guess, or possibly one of them turned into winged monkey and flew away, for all I know, because after about three seconds of watching porn, the ice was broken and Ted and I had our eyes trained like lasers on each other's crotches as we massaged our stiffening cocks through our shorts. After a few minutes of that, I needed to see his dick. And I badly wanted to display my erection to him, to let him see my raging desire for his penis.
As soon as I stood up to undo the button on my shorts, Ted's pants were coming off too, releasing his stiff cock. (It looked kinda like this, but not exactly.) I stepped closer to let the velvety heads of our aching erections rub together.
Soon we were grabbing each other's ass to pull our groins harder together... rubbing cock against cock as we stood there, hands reaching between strong legs to cup and caress those full, heavy man balls, and his mouth -- Fuck yes I like to kiss, buddy! -- his mouth pressed against mine, our tongues exploring, totally plugging in to each other's masculine passion.
Finally the shirts came off, and -- you know that stock footage they always use of the girls screaming, weeping, hands clasped to faces, sheer hysteria, when The Beatles first appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show? Okay, when I saw Ted's beefy, hairy, HAIRY chest, my brain went into full Beatles Girl mode:
Shriiiiieeeeeeek!
...but inwardly, you know. Outwardly, I was cool. So we just kept jacking and kissing, and then Ted asks for lube. I had a jar of Albolene all ready to go, and we eagerly, lovingly, joyfully greased up each other's rigid cocks. I could tell that Ted was really getting off on the sensation of masturbating another man's hard penis; he just had this happy look on his face.
So then Ted suggests we lie down on the floor. I spread out a blanket, not sure at first what he has in mind, but as he arranges my legs over his, I realize that he wants to get cock-to-cock and balls-to-balls. FUCK YEAH!
We took turns double-jacking our mated dicks that way -- sometimes lying back so that we could really get our sperm-filled nuts rolling together, and sometimes sitting up to kiss strong and deep, to nuzzle my face against his hairy pecs and chew on his nipples. Finally Ted announces that he's really close; I ask him to kneel over my chest and ejaculate on me. I'm so edged and hyper-sensitive that the first spurt of his warm
masculine semen almost seems to sting my skin. His throbbing cock keeps spurting more of the man cum that I crave... I inhale the bleachy scent and reach up to smear the jizz over my chest.
My turn. I want to shoot on him, too, and he obliges. Kneeling over his strong, masculine torso, feeling his manly fur brush against my dick shaft. I want to mark him with my sperm. I wanna see the pearly white juice from my penis all over his thicket of chest hair. He's asking for it, too... he wants me to ejaculate on him... he wants the cum from my cock...
Blammo!
In particular, check out the Files section, where long-time reader ''Georgeandmatt'' has put up some more scans from one of his completely wonderful Masturbation Scrapbooks. If you've got a fondness for vintage porn, you owe it to yourself to check out these pics. (My fave: the ''Joel Curry, masculine man'' copy that accompanied the handsome centerfold model.)
