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A secluded handjob
We traveled down a Maine logging road in my truck and then followed a rarely used footpath to find a secluded spot on the river in the warm and windless September sun. Our closeted homosexual desires are about to get a rare opportunity to come out and play. I strip naked and lay back on a flat angled rock with the warm sun fully on me. I close my eyes, wanting to experience the sensation of touch without visual interference. My soft cock hangs in wait for your hand’s touch. You open the bottle of oil and dribble a bit onto me. Just the feel of a few drops on my sensitive manhood causes it to stir. You reach down and begin rubbing the oil around, concentrating on my head and shaft. It doesn’t take long before I am full and firm…hard in your slippery hand. My body, especially my ass, against the warm rock feels incredible and seems to heighten my need. So does your touch. The feel of a man’s hard cock in your hand excites you. I can see it in your eyes. You are almost oblivious to all else. Staring intently at my cock and balls as you work the shaft eagerly and almost will it to ejaculate. The sun, the warm rock, and the rhythm of your stroke is intense and intoxicating. You dribble more oil occasionally, making a slippery squishing sound as you stroke me. The feeling starts far off and fuzzy, as it always does, but then becomes clear like a vision coming into focus. I contract my pelvic floor muscle to hold off the inevitable but intensify the orgasmic pleasure. The feeling, and my impatient load, grow with each stroke, held back by my contraction, like some gate holding back the flood. Suddenly I can’t control it any longer. The powerful waves of pleasure release like a seismic event and the flood gate opens. I hear a moan that sounds like distress but realize it’s my own voice trying impossibly to put pleasure into words. I feel powerful convulsions as my orgasm takes control and cum pumps liberally over and over and splashes quietly onto me, your hand, and the warm rock. “Fuck” is all I can manage to say again and again with each powerful squirt. As the waves of pleasure subside and your sweet rhythmic stroke slows to a stop I breathe deep and bask in the afterglow of a powerful release and the warm September sun.
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