Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 10:38:49 -0800 (PST)
From: amanda hugankiss <beautifulosers@yahoo.com>
Subject: camera

this is a true story.
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i step out the front door of my house into a dark
night enveloped by fog. nothing is visible, not the
moon or the sea, nor the mountains in the distance. my
body trembles with excitement and erotic tension. i am
dressed in a long overcoat and, underneath, baggy
jeans held up by suspenders. i am not wearing a shirt
or underwear, and i've pulled down my jeans so that
they are far below my waist, leaving me exposed from
the thighs up. the suspenders keep my pants from
falling off completely. the air is chilly. in the
distance i can hear freeway noise, sirens.
     i am nervous. i steel myself, shut the door
behind me, and walk north on my street. my dick
brushes against the satiny lining of the wool coat I
wear, sending waves of pleasure shimmering through my
body. in a second i am hardening, fondling myself
through a hole in my coat pocket. long luxurious
strokes that make my back arch and my balls tingle. at
the end of the street, i turn onto the larger
thoroughfare.
     there are few cars at this time of night, but one
or two occasionally speed past, their tires kicking up
a spray that mingles with the misty air. the glare of
streetlights plays off the fog, and visibility is
reduced to only a few feet in front of my own face.
perfect weather for it. i unfasten my coat and let it
flap open in the wind. the sensation of the cool,
humid breeze on my prick is nearly overwhelming. my
erection points happily upward.
     i turn and walk down Main Street, through the
business district, with my cock flopping around in the
wind. cars whir past, oblivious to my nakedness. i
give my dick a good squeeze, and a drop of pre-come
appears at the tip. with my finger i collect this
nectar and bring it to my tongue. all of this while
walking down the street as if it were just another
midnight stroll.
     my heart races at the thought that i could be
seen by someone. despite the heavy fog and the
streetlight haze, i am visible to anyone living above
one of the shops on Main. there are lights on in some
windows and blue tv glow emanating from a surprising
number of apartments. seems i'm not the only one who
needs stimulation at this late hour.
     i am so busy staring up at the buildings that i
don't notice a man walking toward me until he is only
a few yards away. i rush to close my coat, cover
myself - after all, i'm not looking to get arrested.
but he gives me a long hard stare, and i let my coat
hang open again. he looks at my half-naked body
appreciatively and smiles. as he passes, he reaches
out a hand and squeezes my balls. i nearly come in his
hand, but he lets go and continues on his way.
     shaken, i hurry down the street away from him,
both turned on and freaked out by the encounter.
secretly i wish he'd have turned me around and fucked
me right there in the street, but i was too afraid to
ask. but now i'm so ready to blow i can't stand it. i
start jacking off as i continue down the street. i
don't care who sees me - i want someone to see me.
     across the street i notice a big drug store. its
neon lights are dimmed yet the lights above the
entrance are on, and i get an idea. crossing the
street, i have to stop jacking so i don't come too
fast. standing in front of the store, i can see the
security cameras set up just inside the entrance to
capture what goes on outside. the video monitor also
faces the street, so you can see yourself on camera.
     i pull my wool cap down so my face is mostly
obscured and step into the light. on the monitor i see
myself and almost lose my courage for a moment. but my
cock will not be ignored and throbs in my hand,
demanding attention. i step up closer so that i am in
the center of the shot - a naked guy with a skull cap
over his face beating off furiously. i rub my dick on
the rain-streaked window and use that moisture and my
pre-come to lubricate my hand.
     the feeling is incredible. i am already so close
to coming that it doesn't take very long until i feel
the eruption, legs trembling and knees buckling,
lightening bolts shooting from the soles of my feet up
through the hard root between my legs. i spray the
store window with hot semen, shooting four, five, six,
seven times, until i am out of breath. a quick glance
over my shoulder confirms that no one is near. i reach
out a finger and capture a glob of sperm from the
window. it tastes delicious.