Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2007 02:32:59 +0000
From: D A <n1daviduk@gmail.com>
Subject: Thinking of you

This is an email I sent to a friend after he was unable to meet me for
sex.  I enjoyed writing it and he enjoyed reading it, so I thought I'd
share it more widely.  It's a true account...

I got in from the office about 7pm, and changed into my black lycra
running shorts and a thin black lycra vest - it doesn't look that great
on me now, but I'm training for the New York Marathon and so it should
look better on me as the months go past.  I went down to the gym in the
hotel, stepped on a treadmill, set my iPod to shuffle, cranked the speed
up to 6mph, and ran for three miles.  As usual, the talent in the hotel
gym was minimal, and I wasn't distracted from my run.

I skipped the locker room (tempted though I was, as I usually am, to see
if there was anyone interesting in the showers) and headed back up to my
room. I was hot and sweaty.  Nice, fresh, manly sweat.  The scent of
honest exercise.  I felt energised.  I was physically tired, but I felt
emotionally good.

I got into my room and collapsed on the bed.  For a while I just lay
there, making myself aware of my body, thinking about the muscles that
were tired and might ache tomorrow, feeling the sweat trickle in the
small of my back.  I started thinking about masculinity, the male body,
and one in particular, and I started to get aroused.

I thought about a man lying next to me, inhaling my scent, enjoying the
look of my body.  My cock started to thicken, and my breathing became
more shallow.  I ran my hands over my torso, imagining they were yours,
and could feel the urgency with which you needed to handle my body.  My
hands slid lower and I could feel my hardness through my thin shorts.  I
slid my hand along my shaft and could feel the head of my dick starting
to poke through my foreskin.

I could feel some dampness beginning to leak from the end of my dick.  I
looked down and saw the lycra-encased bulge standing proud in my shorts.
It was time to let it free.

I slipped off my shirt and stood up from the bed to take my shorts off.
I admired myself in the mirror and the bulge within my trunks. I imagined
you standing behind me, running your hands over my torso, feeling my legs
through my shorts, stroking my dick through the fabric.

I undid the tie at the top of my shorts and slid them down.  My dick
sprang free, hard  and red, moist at the end, begging for attention.

I lay back on the bed and imagined you beside me, on top of me, touching
me everywhere.  I thought about what your dick would taste like and
imagined your manly scent.  I grabbed my dick and slid the foreskin
slowly forward and back over the head.

I could feel my excitement rising but I didn't want to cum too soon.  I'd
wanked without cumming for three days and I didn't want to waste this
ejaculation.  I rolled over face down on the bed and started thrusting
gently against the duvet.  I could feel the head of my dick rubbing
against a fold in the sheets.  It felt so good.  I raised my ass as if to
give you access to it and thought about what it would be like to feel you
there between my cheeks.  I was really close but I still didn't want to
cum yet.

I rolled back onto my front and my dick was dripping precum.  It felt so
sensitive I didn't know how much longer I could last.  I licked my finger
and ran it around my balls, which had pulled up tight against my body,
ready to blow.  I started rubbing below my balls, feeling that sensitive
area, imagining it was your tongue.  My hand slipped lower and I started
playing with my asshole. It's tight, not much goes up there, but a
combination of my arousal and copious amounts of saliva meant that the
tip of my index finger slipped in and I started sliding it in further.

At this point my head was reeling with arousal. I was so massively turned
on but I still knew that it would have been so much better with someone
else there.  I couldn't stand the excitement any more and I knew it was
time to let it blow.

My finger was still in my ass so I used my other hand to jerk with.  That
was good, it felt unusual so it almost felt like it could be someone
else.  I closed my eyes and imagined what you looked like in your moment
of esctasy, another manly man at his most vulnerable time, masculine yet
utterly open to anything.  My body shuddered and I came, five, six
times.  My pent-up frustration smeared over my belly.  The cum was thick,
creamy.  It didn't squirt far but there was loads of it.  Some of it
clung to my body hair, some of it stuck to my belly.

I must have lain there for five minutes, catching my breath.  If every
act of masturbation was so good I'd never need another partner.  I
smeared my cum over myself, savouring the scent and the texture, and
imagining it was yours.

Eventually I started to feel cold and I thought I had better get dressed
again.  I like the smell of dried cum so I didn't wash myself down.  I'm
sure the cleaning staff are used to the smell of stale cum and I was
going to shower in the morning before going to work anyway.  I pulled on
my jeans without any underwear and grabbed a dirty t-shirt to pull over
my head.

I grabbed a beer from the minibar to slake my thirst.  I should have been
rehydrating with water, but I wasn't in the mood.  I phoned down to room
service to order a burger to have in my room and switched on American
Idol.  When my food arrived, I wondered if the delivery guy could smell
the cum in my room.

I went to bed around 10.  My cock was hard again thinking about you and
thinking about jerking off that evening.  I had a short, perfunctory wank
which helped to release my tension and fell asleep.