Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 19:13:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jay Bee <jbspam2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Nice Hard Wank

This is based roughly on some of my own experiences of trying to build up a
fantastic climax, although bear in mind some of it is based in the world of
fantasy. I used to be able to do this kinda thing about once a month if I
saw/heard/experienced something dirty enough. I used to like nothing more
than getting my rocks off as intensely as possible. The internet always has
been a fantastic tool for me. It didn't take me long to figure out that
there might be some good images available, and I've always had a great time
downloading them. Here is a typical fantasy wank for me...

		     A Nice Hard Wank by JompingBeeen

I sit at my computer at home. It's like the ultimate wanking resource,
giving me access to anything I need. I connect to the internet, I download
pornographic images, I download dirty movie clips, sometimes some music
with filthy lyrics. It inspires me. Today I'm looking for images of big
muscle men. It's been a long day at work and my man is not around tonight
but I'm horny all the same. I've been thinking about sex on and off for
most of the day and my cock is tired of being teased - it wants release,
badly. I'm all alone at my place, no-one to disturb me, nothing to
interrupt me. This is important.

I wander around some sites. There are a handful I have bookmarked that
maintain lists of the latest free porn sites. I select the area dedicated
to muscle. A new site appears in the list, added just yesterday. I'm wary -
I've been in this position enough times and found the new site to be a
rehash of an older site, or full of images that don't do much for me. Today
is different. This site is dedicated to full-on muscleman sex, as inventive
as possible. This is just my kind of thing, and the first few images are
definitely interesting. I feel the excitement stirring deep in my groin as
I view the images, saving them into my private porn stash folder on my hard
drive. Almost instinctively my left hand is reaching down and stroking my
semi-erect cock through my jeans, my right hand taking me from image to
image.

I move through most of the images over the next few minutes, reviewing each
one, saving the good ones, making a mental note which ones to view in my
image viewer later when the full-on wanking starts. I move to another site,
and another, each one satisfying my needs, each one providing more exciting
images. Today I'm getting a good haul of porn and my cock is by now
squirming in my pants. I keep opening and closing my thighs, I can barely
sit still. Finally I unzip and unbuckle, and pull my jeans down to my
ankles.

I sit there, still viewing images, my cock sticking up between my legs. I
deliberately don't reach for it, letting it wait, letting my breathing slow
a little. This is a wank I want to last, to be slow and enjoyable.

Finally, the point is reached - I can't wait any more. I close the internet
browser, fire up an mp3 full of explicit gay sex lyrics, and load up the
image viewer. I browse to my porn stash folder, viewing hundreds if not
thousands of thumbnails, ranging from softcore muscle hunks to explicit
bondage scenes. My heart is beating faster as I move down the list,
double-clicking images, selecting specific scenes that I feel will fit my
mood: A porn video front cover, showing two naked men, one of them wanking
the other's hard cock and aiming the resuling jet of cum straight into his
own mouth. A guy kneeling in front of another, the standing guy's cock is
in the process of blowing a huge load all over the kneeling guy's face and
into his mouth. A guy on his knees in front of two muscle hunks, sucking
both of them off at the same time. A softcore image of a hugely-built
muscleman wearing a pair of jeans, shirtless, his bare skin bronzed and
glistening, thick viens standing out on his biceps. A muscular stripper,
wearing nothing but a hardhat. A group of nine guys in bondage gear all in
various filthy poses. Many images...finally a cartoon - an impossibly
well-defined young guy kneeling naked between two other similarly muscled
older guys. He's licking the heads of their cocks, and they're both
drooling pre-cum. The pre-cum is slowly oozing down onto the middle guy's
huge pecs. The middle guy's cock is also drooling pre-cum, onto the floor.

The whole pre-cum-on-muscle scenario has my heart pounding. Just the idea
of being there, doing that, being in the middle of those two huge guys, cum
dripping on my body...My left hand reaches down automatically and encircles
my hard shaft. Although I'm right-handed, I deliberately use my left - it
makes things slower and lasts longer. The response from my dick is
immediate. It swells slightly, twitches once deep inside, and the slow,
deep throb of pleasure starts to feel a little more intense.

I move my left hand up and down, deliberately sliding the underside of my
cut cockhead against the inside of my wrist. The feeling is delicious.

I settle back, relaxing, letting my mind wander. A fantasy scene begins to
appear in my mind. A group of guys in various stages of undress, muscles
and pants bulging. Each of them undresses and stands still with their
erections bobbing gently in time to their heartbeats. My mind's eye wanders
from cock to cock, zooming in on throbbing cockheads, examining each one
closely, inspecting the shape and size. The first guy's cock: average
length but very thick, completely circumcised, perfectly straight, the
velvet-smooth cock skin on it's head a pinky-purple colour, the head itself
quite blunt in shape with a perfect oval eye. The next guy: a similar
length but curved upwards so that it's head is pointed up at his face, the
shaft covered in thick veins and arteries. The next guy: another straight
cock, this time longer and slightly thinner than the first one, this cock
dripping pre-cum slowly. The next guy: this cock is dominated by a huge
piercing, a loop of metal that goes in through the opening and out through
the underside of the cockhead, the metal so thick it fills more than half
the opening. THe next guy: his foreskin is thin and tight over the swollen
cockhead, begging to be pulled back, begging for someone to explore under
the skin with a tongue.

I continue with the fantasy. Each guy begins stroking his cock, feeling it,
pumping it slowly, sensuously, heads lolling back and mouths opening in
pleasure. They groan and gasp, their muscles tense. The guy with the extra
thick cock drops to his knees and being sucking on the head of the curved
cock. The guy with the piercing lies down underneath him and starts sucking
on his balls. The pre-cummer slowly impales himself on the pierced guy's
hard shaft, each inch of cock sliding slowly in, each inch causing a few
more dribbles of pre-cum to leak out. And the foreskin guy? He's mine.

I stretch his foreskin out gently, and slide my tongue in between it and
his tight cockhead. He moans quietly and I explore further, trying to poke
my tongue in as far as I can. I like the outside of the foreskin, taste it,
slide my tongue right down to his balls, then return to the head. I draw
the foreskin back. I kiss the cockhead then slide it slowly into my mouth,
flicking my tongue across it's underside repeatedly as he gasps and
squirms.

Suddenly I begin to feel it. That special sensation I've come to recognize
and love. My heart jumps in anticipation. I've always wondered about this
feeling. I only get it every so often, with a particularly good wank. I
have to be extremely turned on and it often happens if I've not had any
release recently and at the same time have seen something particularly
exciting, some special new turn-on, like the first time I saw a pierced
cock. Normal wanking is nice, sure. This is something else again.

My cock twitches. The feeling of slow orgasmic build-up is joined by a new
feeling, this one much more intense. It's hard to describe. In the depths
of the flesh of my cock, something is starting to feel intensely
pleasurable. It's more tightly-focused somehow, more highly-pitched. My
shaft's response is to suddenly harden even more. Even when fully erect, a
cock is slightly pliable - mine isn't any more. It's as hard as granite and
is throbbing intensely. When I let go I can see it move up and down a
little with every heartbeat, but I can't let go for long. I know from past
experience that this new feeling has to be nurtured. If it's not satisfied
it retreats again, which can be very disappointing. I grasp my dick, slowly
drawing it up and down. Even worse is the knowledge, again from past
experience, that if I get too excited I will simply come before the
sensation is at it's peak.

Fortunately, today is a good day for wanking. I manage to keep control.
Part of my mind marvels at the sensation from my straining hard-on. The
usual sensation of my cock being stimulated, and the special sensation
rising from deep inside, both combining to make me whimper with enjoyment.
As I continue with the scenario in my head, imagining these guys doing such
fantastic things to each other, I feel the special sensation intensifying.
I can actually feel it travelling up inside my cockshaft, until it reaches
my near-purple tight-skinned cockhead.

I concentrate on the scenario in my head, picturing each guy's cock in
turn. In my mind they feel what I'm feeling and it makes their cocks drool
pre-cum slowly, like clear syrup oozing out of the little opening in the
end of their dicks. I can see it dribbling down to the underside of each's
cockhead, I can see it surrender to gravity and drool downwards. My cock
feels like it's on fire, like it's full of ice, like it's being
electrified.  There are two points of absolute ecstacy - one in the depths
of my cock, somewhere deep inside it's base, probably the prostate gland -
the other the cockhead. The cockhead is simply indescribable. The skin
feels almost like it's squirming and it feels so tight, so goooood...

Abruptly, I feel a new, unwelcome sensation - I'm going to come. I don't
want to, I want it to last and last, but my cock can't stand much more. I
let go of my cock. I'm on the knife-edge now, wanting more of that
delicious feeling, wanting to stroke it and touch it and toy with it. My
mind is full of filthy images, men groaning with pleasure while their cocks
twitch and spasm. They're on the knife-edge too. I know if I keep thinking
about it too much I'll lose control and blow, but at the same time if I
back off too much, I'll lose the sensation. I concentrate, trying to keep
control as best I can. God, it feels so good it's unreal. The guys in my
head, they're so hot, so horny, I just want to keep doing this forever...

Oh shit! I'm gonna blow...I can't hold on, I'm losing control. Damn! Hold
it, hold it, hold it....Arghhh! Uhhhhhn! My teeth grit and I somehow manage
to avert disaster. My hand stops moving. I look down and watch as a thin
stream of precum is shot out. For a second I'm actually pissing precum. The
sight is almost enough to make me lose it, and the feel of it spraying hot
on my face makes me gasp. Somehow, clenching various muscles in my groin, I
manage to stop it from going any further. The precum stream stops and it
dribbles down my shaft. I'm still erect. I'm still ready to blow. I'm still
on the knife-edge, and I can still feel that incredible sensation, that
unbearably horny feeling deep in my groin and on the twitching head of my
steel-hard dick.

Hot damn, this is good! Oh man....that feeling is sooo good. My thoughts
return to the hot guys in my head. I'm picturing them all, tasting each
others cocks, sliding pre-cum coated dicks into their mouths. My hand is
holding my cock again, feeling it twitch and spasm. It feels cheated, it
wanted release and it came so close, but I stopped it. By this point my
entire groin is on fire. I know I can't keep this up forever or I risk my
cock losing interest. I picture in my mind's eye the biggest of these guys,
his cock right in my face. I examine it closely, seeing a fresh dribble of
pre-cum ooze out of the opening. I put my finger against the underside of
his cockhead, let the pre-cum dribble onto my finger, put it on my tongue
and taste it. I stroke the veins on it, lick it gently. My cock twitches
hard in my hand, spasming frantically. This time there is no holding back.

For a second, time seems to slow down. I'm sat there, looking down at my
cockhead, looking at the pre-cum filling the opening. I can feel the first
volley of thick hot spunk travelling up inside my cock shaft. Every
millimetre it moves is filled with pleasure, the friction of the liquid
touching against the lining inside of my urethra giving me a mind-blowing
sensation. The flesh of my cock feels like it's screaming for more, the
shaft and head as hard as rock, every vein and artery, big and small,
standing out taut from the shaft.

The first spurt flies out straight over my shoulder. I hear it spatter
against the wall behind me, see it in my mind's eye dribbling downwards. My
cock pauses for breath, then fires off another round. I watch the thick
stream of white liquid shoot out of the opening, the cock itself straining
with the force of it. This one flies off to my right somewhere onto the
floor. I let go of my dick, letting it shoot wherever it wants. Round after
round of thick white gobs fly up into the air, landing on me and around me,
my cock flicking upwards hard with each spurt, then drooping with each
pause. I feel like I'm in heaven. When the juice finally stops flying, I
lie there dazed, feeling a fantastic sensation almost like butterflies in
my stomach - only now they're in my groin and cock.

I clean myself (and the wall, and the chair, and the carpet), and wander
off to get a big drink of water!