8 comments/ 112271 views/ 22 favorites My Cock Ch. 01 By: kylewhitney I awake to the sound of a garbage truck backing up in the alley beneath my window. The still air in my room is hot and rancid. I kick off the stained sheet tangled around my legs and take hold of my hard cock. I stroke it reflexively, feeling the soreness from last night. The porn is still in the VCR. I think about hitting the play button on the remote lying next to my head, but I need to piss more than come right now. I stand naked in front of the toilet. I see myself in the mirror, pale and skinny, my piss- hard cock juts out from my body like some engorged alien appendage. As the trickle becomes a hard stream my dick slowly droops pulse by pulse. I squeeze out the last few squirts and give it a shake. I walk from the bathroom still tugging on my now soft cock, my hand slides down rubbing and pulling at my hairy balls. I sit on the edge of my bed and try to figure out what day it is. Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday? Either way I have to go to fucking work. I think about the boss's assistant Heather. Would she wear the white blouse that fits tight around her tits today? Sometimes the fabric pulls open at the buttons and I can see the lacey edge of her bra against the skin of her breast. My cock stiffens a bit, and I pull harder at it. I think about Heather opening her blouse and begging me to come on her tits. She wants me to rub my cock on her nipples as I jerk off. She wants to watch me play with myself. She wants me to come on her. My hand pumps furiously at my erection. I'm naked on the edge of my bed, hunched over, knees together. With eyes closed in concentration, I smile at the fleshy sound of my hand slapping against my swollen balls. In less than thirty seconds I feel the tingle spread out from my groin and a thin stream of cum oozes from my piss hole onto my knuckles. I can feel the soreness again in my balls, but I don't mind it. I wipe my hand on the dirty sheets and go to the window. The garbage truck is gone. The pavement in the alley is still wet from the rain. As I lean forward to get a glimpse of the sky my wilting hard-on presses against the wall. Dark clouds still hang low in the sky. I rub my cock harder against the wall beneath the window enjoying the sensation of the rough coldness. I look back at the stack of porn tapes. You get one movie free when you rent two at my video store. I got six tapes last night and watched three so far. I pick up one of the tapes I haven't watched yet. "Oriental Cunt Express." I love shaved Asian pussies. Do I have enough time before work? No, I'm going to be late as it is. Maybe if I skip the shower? I reluctantly drop the tape on top of the stack and head back into the bathroom. The hot water is about the only thing I can ever depend on in my rat hole apartment. I step under the steamy spray. I soap up. Arms, shoulders, pits, chest, stomach. I get my pubic hair foamed up, then soap my shaft and balls. They've softened in the hot water and my sack is loose and hanging low. I hate it when my nuts are pulled up tight. There are a lot more possibilities when your balls are loose and dangling. I wash my ass, cleaning away the remnants of baby oil from last night. I bend my knees slightly and my finger slips easily into my soapy asshole. After washing and rinsing my cock and ass a few more times I finish up and step out of the shower. All my towels are dirty or damp. I find a dry one in the other room, but as I pick it up I can feel the crust of dried cum on it. A quick whiff of the sweet smelling odor confirms it. Looks like I'm air drying again today. While I wait to dry I may as well watch the first scene of "Cunt Express." I love that word 'cunt.' Especially when women say it. I put the tape in and fast forward past the warnings, phone sex ads, and credits. The first scene is two girls, both with lots of pussy hair and small tits. Their bodies are tight and tan, their nipples dark and hard. My shrunken cock, still moist from the shower, expands - struggling valiantly to become an honest hard-on. The scene is tame girl-on-girl stuff. I fast forward. Next scene is a girl solo. Just a small patch of dark hair at the top of her pussy. She spreads herself and begins to masturbate. I'm fascinated by masturbating women. It's something private that I'm not supposed to see. It's a secret that she doesn't want me to know about. My cock is fully hard now and I lightly run my fingers along the sensitive underside. She turns over onto her knees, reaches between her legs, and continues fingering herself. I lean back and spread my legs. The air hits the dampness around my asshole and it feels good. I hold my shaft with just the tips of my thumb and index finger, sliding the soft thin skin of my cock up and down. The girl gets a dildo and rubs her cunt with it. I like fingers better, and so I fast forward. Two girls and a guy are up next. Pretty standard lead in. Guy on a couch, a girl on each side. They rub his chest, feel his bulge through his pants, get naked. Both girls are going down on him. They lick and suck the head of his huge dick. One licks her way down his shaft. Please keep going. She licks his balls and I wrap my hand around my cock. Yes! I love when they suck the guy's balls. She licks and teases each of his balls--cut to the other chick sucking him off. My hand slows and I wait...back to the ball sucking. She takes one gently into her mouth. Oh yeah, you like that don't you, you slut. I'm jerking hard and fast now. She licks the underside of his ball sack. Yes, just like that you whore. Now the cocksucker climbs up and mounts the guy. Fuck. I rewind to where the licking starts. Yeah, right there, tongue his balls slut. I slide up to the edge of the bed so my own balls dangle between my legs. As I jerk myself they slap off my hand, then against the mattress, then back off my hand. She licks and sucks his clean shaven scrotum and I time it so I come just as she gets both balls in her mouth at once. I shake the last few drops of cum off the tip of my dick onto the rug and stop the tape. Man that was good. But that's it I decide. I jacked off about eight or ten times last night, and twice already this morning. I'm not jerking off again for the rest of today. I've got the tapes for three more days and I don't want to use them all up today. Besides, now I'm really fucking late for work. I quickly brush my teeth and shave. I notice that my shriveled cock looks like a turtle's head poking out of a damn birds nest. The guy in the video seemed so clean. His cock looked like something a chick couldn't resist putting in her mouth. I look like something you want to step on and kill before it scuttles under the sofa and gets away. I splash some warm water on myself and fill my hand will shaving cream. I lather the foam over my balls and pubic hair. I put a fresh blade in the razor and carefully give it a try. I slowly work a small area above my cock clean. Alright, I can do this. I imagine that I must look like a depraved freak bent over my foam covered crotch concentrating like I was doing goddamn brain surgery. Slowly I shave away the hair. Damn there's a lot of it. My cock was hard again seconds after I slathered it in shaving cream. I lift my shaft out of the way and carefully work the razor over my loose scrotum, pulling the skin taut and lightly running the razor across the soft skin. I finish up with a few dozen strokes under my sack where I can't see and take a look at my handiwork. A few red spots here and there, no major bleeders, not bad for a first try. I rinse off and search for something clean enough to wear to work. I see the clock and realize that it took me almost forty-five fucking minutes to shave my dick! What the fuck was I thinking? I throw on the same jeans that I've worn for past three days, and a t-shirt that smells more like deodorant than b.o.--it counts as clean in my book--then head out. It's drizzling when I get outside. I shove my hands in my pockets and head for the bus stop. I feel my clean-shaven balls sticking to the inside of my legs. That's certainly a new sensation. On the way to the bus stop I pass a huge poster of an exquisitely airbrushed model in nothing but a bra and g-string. Damn I'd like to come on her tits. A chick comes out of a shop ahead of me in these tight jeans with no pockets on the back. Her ass is perfect. God I want her to hold her cheeks spread open for me while I squirt a load right on her asshole. Something catches my eye and I glance into a store window. Fuck if that mannequin's nipples aren't poking through her dress. I would love to jizz all over her dress right now. I turn the corner and there's a goddamned crowd at the bus stop. An old lady at the edge of the crowd tells me the subways are closed and they're sending people up here to catch a connecting bus to the next station. She's got enormous old lady boobs sagging to her waist. I wonder if she was hot when was younger? Well fuck this, I'm not waiting two hours so I can be four hours late for work. I head back to my room. On the way I think about finishing off that "Oriental Cunt" tape. My cock responds, pressing against the denim. My first instinct is to cover up and hide it until it goes away, but then I change my mind. I think about some girl seeing it. I know if one did she would ignore it, or maybe even make a disgusted face. But what if she smiled? What if a hot girl saw my hard-on bulging in my pants and liked it? Just the idea of a girl looking at my crotch gets me even harder. I reach my building. I didn't see anyone notice. Maybe I could hang out here until someone did. With my luck it'd be a guy. Screw it. I head upstairs and strip down as soon as I'm through the door. Now that my cock is dry it's getting a bit itchy from the shaving. I go and check it out again in the mirror. It's not as red as earlier. Smooth. I can see my balls sliding around inside my scrotum like they've got minds of their own. Damn, I love my cock. The phone rings. Probably work. Fuck 'em. I hit play on the VCR and fast forward through the rest of the Asian porn. Nothing worth jacking off to. I contemplate "Amateur Ass Whore"s and "Natural Boobanza 6." I decide to go online instead. I turn on the computer, an ancient piece of shit they were going to throw out at work when they upgraded. What the hell, it was free and puts me on the porno superhighway. I sit naked in a salvaged office chair, my hand absently fiddling with my limp cock as the modem sings its spastic song. I start with some chat room action. I go to the site and log in as Brad18 and head into a teen chat room. As far as the world knows I'm just another horny eighteen year old making crude comments in a chat room. Not much going on there. The usual 'where you from' and 'how old are you' bullshit. I try to private chat with a few chicks but they ignore me. Then I get one who wants to talk. She says she's nineteen. I like it when young girls want to talk about sex. I love their openness, their curiosity, their freshness. Older women have an agenda. They hate men, or they don't like giving head, or they were raped, or some messed up shit. They already know everything and they don't want to deal with some naked degenerate sitting at his keyboard with his cock in his hand looking for a cheap thrill. Then again, back when I actually was eighteen the bitches wouldn't give me the time of day either. I ask the girl if she masturbates. When was the first time she tried it? She tells me. My cock stiffens. When was the last time she played with her pussy? Did she ever get caught? She's giving me short answers, no details. I'm getting soft. You ever watch porn? Sure, all the time. Sarcasm? I begin to wonder if I'm even talking to a chick. Softer still. I ask her if she's still a virgin. Of course. I'm pretty sure this is a guy with a girl's screen name. Fuck it, either way she's boring. I log out. I pull up a search engine. 'Shaved pussies,' enter, two-hundred and sixty-two thousand pages. 'Hidden camera,' enter, two-hundred and eighty-five thousand pages. 'Lick my ass,' enter, forty-eight thousand pages. I click a link at random. My screen fills with images of naked guys licking each other's assholes. I notice they all have their balls shaved and I give mine a scratch, then try another link. Now I've got lesbians spreading their cheeks. Girls, tongues, and asses. I click through a few pages stroking my semi-hard cock as I browse. Nothing grabs me before I hit the end of the free tour and get hit up for thirty bucks to see the good stuff. I surf over to the usenet groups for more free porn. I check out the voyeurism groups. Girls in bathrooms and dressing rooms, topless women at the beach, and the occasional neighbor through the window. Interesting, but you never get good pussy shots. But I suppose that's not what the voyeurism thing is about anyway. The urine group. Girls peeing everywhere. Peeing on each other, on guys faces, on themselves. The only turn-on is that I've never seen a girl pee before. I mean a live girl peeing right in front of me. That would be something different. I wonder if I would like peeing on a girl. How would you bring that up in conversation? If I ever have a girlfriend I want to break up with I'll ask her if I can piss on her. I'll either get to try it, or she'll dump me. Win, win. I browse through a group that has some pics of transsexuals. Guys with dicks and tits. I'm not into guys, but I can't stop checking out these freaks. My damn cock is hard before I know it. Horny little bastard. Would I suck a cock if she looked like a woman? But she's got a cock, she's still a guy. Well if she looks enough like a woman maybe. Am I friggin' gay or what? I go to one of the gay groups to find out. Guys swallowing cocks, pretty-boys holding their dicks in poses I'm used to seeing chicks in, guys taking it in the ass. It doesn't bother me to see this stuff, but I don't think I want some dude ramming my ass either. Maybe a chick with a strap-on though. I find a shot of a guy sucking his own cock. Now that brings back memories. When I was fourteen I could get my cock into my mouth. Maybe I still can. I'm not the biggest guy in the world, but I'm above average in the penis length department--at least according to the experts. What the hell, I've got all day. I go to the bed and set up the pillows. I stroke my cock until it's hard. Once it's ready I lay back, head on the pillow, and swing my legs up over my head. My knees are by my ears, the head of my cock about six inches from my face. I reach around the back of my thighs and pull. The muscles in my neck and back stretch tight, but my cock moves slightly closer. I exhale and pull again. Another inch closer. I flop my legs down and breathe deep. Damn I was close. Now I'm on a mission, I am going to suck my own cock. I spend about twenty minutes stretching, loosening up my neck and back. Damn this is a lot of work. I give it another try. I start off about as close as where I finished last time. I pull my legs in. My cock hovers closer and I reach out with my tongue. So close. I pull harder with one arm and reach around with the other and grab hold of my cock. I stretch my cock toward my mouth. The tip of my tongue touches my pee hole. Salty. I try again, but my neck and back are burning with the strain. How embarrassing would it be to break my fucking spine doing this. This is pretty damn stupid. But there's no way I'm giving up now. Another ten minutes of limbering up, and I'm back at it. I pull, and stretch, and bend. I tongue the tip of my dick. Deep breath, exhale, again. I can kiss the tip of my dick. Progress, deep breath, exhale, pull. The head of my cock slips between my lips. It's soft and smooth and slick. My tongue slides up and down my pee hole. God this feels great. I relax and breathe. I pull my cock into my mouth again. My tongue can just reach the top of my shaft. I can't hold back. I start stroking my cock hard and fast with the tip still in my mouth. Within seconds I feel the head swell and warm cum leaks into my mouth. I pull back and the cum is still flowing. It drips onto my lips and face. I shudder as the sensations dissipate through my body. I lay there on the bed, my neck stiffening and my cock going soft. The gobs of cum on my face become runny and slowly trickle down my cheeks and onto my neck. Why did I wait so long to try this again? That was great, but now I need something to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. As I'm wiping off my face and brushing my teeth the phone rings again. Probably work. I really should answer it. I pick up the phone, but don't say anything. "You there?" It's Heather's voice. "Yeah, it's me." "Dave wants to know why you're not here." She has no idea I'm standing here totally naked. "Yeah, I tried to call earlier. I'm not going to be able to come in today." Without realizing it I'm playing with my balls. I picture her on the phone in that white blouse. I want to tell her I just had a mouthful of my own cum. I want to tell her I'm fondling my big shaved balls right now. "You sick?" "Sick? Yeah... I'm, ah, real sick." I imagined her naked. You want to know how sick I am bitch? Come over here and spread your cunt for me and I'll show you how sick I am! "You going to be in tomorrow?" "Yeah, probably." I'd like to be in you tomorrow, you big-titted slut. "Okay, I'll tell Dave. Bye." I hang up, then drop back onto the bed. I rub my cock and balls for a while thinking about Heather. Damn my nuts are sore. I've got to stop jerking off so much. I'm done for the day. I roll over onto my stomach and stretch the kinks out of my back. This is really going to hurt tomorrow. Time for a nap. I wake up a few hours later and watch TV for a while. Damn that blonde newscaster with the gap in her teeth is hot. I'd love to squat over her face and let her lick my dangling ball sack while I jack off into her hair. Flip. The mom in the floor wax commercial has a hell of a rack. Flip, flip. That girl in the sit-com is going to be a smoking piece of ass when she's legal. My stomach growls, I've got to get some food in me. As I swing out of bed I step on the butt plug I had in my ass last night. It's laying on the rug covered in baby oil and lint. I should wash that thing off. I get a bowl of cereal. The milk is two days past the expiration date. I sit in front of the television as I eat, then put the bowl on top of the pile when I'm done. Now what do I do? No money. It's pouring rain outside. And my stupid cock still hurts from jerking off nonstop for the past twenty four hours like a demented monkey. I go back to flipping through the channels. I get to a rerun of some hospital show where these two slutty nurses are talking about giving a guy a catheter in his penis. I wince at the thought of it and flip on. What the hell must that feel like, to have something shoved into your cock through your piss hole? A few seconds later my dick is at full attention, literally throbbing with anticipation. What can I say, he's the boss. I get up and start hunting around my shit hole apartment. A pen? Too thick. Coffee stir? Sharp edges. Glass thermometer? It might break! I finally come up with a fancy chop stick thing. I only have one and don't know where the fuck I got it. It feels like wood, with some kind of black lacquer on it. It's tapered and rounded at the end. Perfect. I find an old jar of some generic petroleum jelly in the back of a cabinet in the bathroom and grease the stick up. Back on the bed I pop in the amateur tape and watch a couple of chicks getting their asses reamed. Enough stalling. I take my cock in my hand and hold it upright. I swirl the end of the stick around the opening of my pee hole. I spread the hole open a bit and dip the tip of the stick in. There's a slight sting and I quickly pull it back. I don't know about this. I jack my cock a few dozen times to get up my courage and try it again. My Cock Ch. 01 I slip the stick into my pee hole and feel the sting, but I don't pull back. I slowly and carefully slide it in a little further. Man this really does sting! But it also starts to feel good. I give another little push and I can feel the stick moving under the skin of my cock with my other hand. Weird. I should probably stop before I hurt something. I push it just a bit farther. The sting really feels good now. I give my cock a tentative stroke. Feels okay. I push it in a little more, and try a couple more jerks. This is so fucking cool. I push the stick into my cock until I can feel the tip at the base of my shaft. I hold it there and go to the mirror. I look at myself with this chop stick poking out of the end of my cock. I hold the stick in while I start to jerk off. I start off slowly making sure I'm not going to damage anything. It feels strange and different. I move my hand faster and let go of the stick. As I masturbate the stick slowly rises, sliding up out of my pee hole. When it gets about halfway up, I slide it back in, all the while stroking my rock hard dick. I let it go again and really start whacking away. I'm still in front of the mirror watching myself masturbate with this stick in my cock. I lean forward and let my balls rest on the edge of the cold porcelain of the sink. My hand is moving up and down furiously now as I get closer to orgasm. Oh God, I'm going to come with a fucking chop stick in my cock! I feel the tingle start in the tip of my cock and move down to my balls and ass. My balls tighten and I let go. The cum pushes the chop stick out of my cock and it falls into the sink. Cum continues to flow out in spurts and runs down my shaft. I let this first wave pass and lubricate my cock with my own cum. I then start again. The slick sound of my hand working up and down on my cum covered dick fills the room. I reach my other hand over to where the petroleum jelly jars sits open and scoop out a gob of it on my finger. I reach down and jam a finger into my asshole while I continue to jack off as fast and as hard as I can. I have to come again. Just as I manage to get a second finger into my ass I feel it starting. I pump even harder, beating my sticky cock as fast as I can. My shoulder burns with the effort but I am rewarded with another orgasm even more intense than the one I had only seconds ago. Only a few drips of cum emerge this time, but every nerve in my body felt that one. I sit on the toilet and catch my breath. I clean the chop stick off and put it somewhere that I'll be sure to remember tomorrow. I take a good long shit, then get in the shower. It feels strange washing my hairless balls, but in a good way. I walk around my room eating another bowl of cereal until I'm dry and then crawl back into bed. I'm spent. I have come enough to keep me satisfied for a week. I flip through the channels for a while as the rain patters against the window. Its dark out, and the sound of neighbors fighting echoes down the hallway. Damn my neck is tight. I wonder if any of the chicks in "Natural Boobanza" lick their own nipples? Nah, save it for later. Time for sleep--after I watch this music video with the hot black chicks dancing. Man look at those asses! I would love to come on her mouth. God they are fucking horny sluts. I'm going to jack off this one last time, then I'm definitely going to sleep. I wonder what Heather is doing right now... My Cock Ch. 02 I lie awake on my bare mattress watching the last sliver of daylight glide imperceptibly across the faded wallpaper. My hand drifts up and down my naked body, fingertips just barely brushing my skin. My cock lolls between my out-spread legs, wrinkled and flaccid. My fingers find the crusty remnants of dried cum on my belly. I absently scratching at it while listening to the noises floating in through the open window. I stare at the water stain on the ceiling, my ears alert for any sounds that hint of sex. A girl's voice out in the street. Is she flirting? A dull pounding from across the alley. Is it a headboard or a hammer? The girl giggles. Is someone tickling her? The unintelligible bass of a man yelling. Did he just catch his girlfriend in bed naked with another guy? A shower sputters and hisses somewhere close by. I go to the window and scan the alley. The top of a small window with blurred glass is partway open. I can see the edge of a bathtub. I wait, leaning to the side for a better angle. I pick at the hardened semen inside my belly button while I watch. There's movement. It's a woman. She's wearing a ratty blue robe that hangs open. I see her legs and a thick bush of dark hair with touches of gray. I take hold of my soft cock and roughly yank at it trying to get it hard. She approaches the window and I can just make out a flash of saggy cleavage. Yeah, right there. Now drop the robe, let me see those big floppy tits. She reaches up and pulls the blind down--show's over. Fucking tease. My semi-erect cock shrinks as soon as I let it go. I turn and survey my darkening one-room apartment. It's been a week since I was fired, and rent is due soon. I'm totally fucked. I shuffle across the thin carpet, trying to avoid the damp spots, and open the refrigerator. Half a container of duck sauce, relish, some dried up lemon wedges. Where the fuck did those come from? Wonder what it'd feel like to jerk off with cold duck sauce? Maybe later. I turn on a light and sift through the video tapes piled on the floor next to the TV. They're mostly crappy dubs and junk from the discount bin at my video store. "Euro-Gash," seen it twenty times. "Interracial Knob Gobblers," watched it this morning before I went to sleep. "Amateur Hour Fuckfest," that one sucks. Nothing in the rest of the pile tickles my nut sack. I flip through a few magazines. I've already cum on all the good pages. I consider my computer. Piece of shit crashed a couple of days ago, so no more free porn. I think about Heather. I barely heard what Dave was saying when he fired me. I couldn't focus with Heather right outside his office. I could smell her perfume mixed with smoke from Dave's cigarette. I was transfixed as she leafed through an office supply catalog with one hand, while twirling a strand of her long hair with the other. I got this weird tingling sensation across the back of my neck as I watched her. She was completely oblivious. She had no idea I was a few feet away staring at her with a hard cock. Thinking about Heather gets me erect in a few seconds. It strains against its own limits as if it wants to be even longer and harder than it is capable of. I stroke it slowly, picturing Heather standing up from her desk and lifting her skirt, exposing thigh-high stockings with lace tops. She's not wearing panties. A neatly trimmed triangle of soft blonde hair is nestled between the tops of her tanned thighs. My hand moves faster. She smiles and squats, opening her legs wide. She is perfection. My hand stops suddenly as I hear the sharp clack of heels on linoleum out in the hallway. I go to the door and press my ear against it. Definitely high heels. I open the door a crack and take a peek. Can't see anything. I stick my head out and spot a tall black woman at the end of the hallway. At least I think she's a woman. She's got a white dress on that pulls so tight across her ass I can see right through it. Fucking Ramirez got himself a goddamned hooker. That fat fuck. He opens his door and lets her in. I never stopped jerking my cock, the images of Heather replaced by the thought of that hooker's ass. I double-check the hallway, then let my door swing open. I stand in the threshold masturbating. If anyone opens their door they're going to see me. I hear a loud flesh on flesh slap from down the hall and the hooker laughs. I step out into the hallway, completely naked, cock in hand. If anyone comes up the stairs I'm fucking dead. I turn toward the stairs and defiantly thrust my cock in that direction. Who wants to see me jerk off? Come on, I'm playing with my hard cock in the middle of the hall, who wants to watch me cum? This feels so good. I bend my knees an open my legs a bit, letting my balls swing from my ass to my hand as I jerk off. Someone might hear me. Someone might be looking through their peep-hole right now. I don't care, I'm almost there. I'm going to come. Slap, slap, slap. My balls smack against the heel of my hand. My cock feels so good. I think I hear someone on the stairs, hurry, hurry, I'm too close to stop! My balls tighten and my cock surges. I cup a hand under the head of my cock as the cum spurts out into my palm. I catch all my spunk and quickly scuttle back into my room and close the door before someone sees me. God that was stupid, what if one of my neighbors caught me? I've got to stop doing that. I scrape the cum off my hand on the edge of an end table. I've got to get out of here. I pull on some jeans and a shirt, then slip on my tattered excuse for sneakers. I head out and down the stairs, resisting the temptation to go listen at Ramirez's door. Outside it's hot and the streets are busy. Friday night, nothing but possibilities. I pass three girls dressed for the clubs. They have sparkle in their hair, and mini-skirts that barely cover their asses. The one with big sloppy tits passes a bottle of something to the one with skinny legs as they totter down into the subway. There's no way at least one of those chicks isn't going to end up with a mouthful of some guy's jizz before the night is over. Lucky bastard. I continue down the street to the corner. There's a woman with a fussy kid in a stroller. I'm about to cross when she goes to give the kid a bottle or something. I decide to wait for the light. There's no better chance to get a look down a chick's shirt than when she's bending over to deal with a kid in a stroller. Her damn bra ruins the chance for a nipple shot, but I get a nice view anyway. Thanks for the peek, honey. I cross the street and find myself in front of my video store. May as well check it out as long as I'm here. I go in and make my way toward the adult movie room in the back of the store. I push through the saloon-style doors that creak loudly to announce my arrival. One other guy is in the room. Always awkward. He tries not to notice me, I avoid eye contact and meander to the corner opposite him. I check out the garish video boxes emblazoned with gaping cunts, massive tits, and cocks of epic proportions. The other guy is working around the room clockwise, so I keep pace ahead of him, occasionally pulling a box off the shelf and checking the back cover. The guy eventually chooses a video and hurries out. Only one flick? This guy must be a fucking amateur. I head over to the wall where the new releases are. Nothing I haven't already seen, but I double check to make sure. I hear kids squealing outside the swinging doors. Whoever the friggin' genius is that put the kids' movies next to the porn room deserves a baseball bat to the nuts. Not surprisingly, the door bursts open and little Johnny-sticky-face comes running in screaming "What's in here, Mommy?" I almost tell the little nose-picker that this is where babies come from, but he hears Mommy start counting down from three and runs out in a panic. I begin another circuit, making sure I haven't overlooked a hidden gem. The doors squeak and flutter, I avoid looking at the new guy and focus on the video boxes. I continue to slowly move clockwise around the room, scanning each box as I do. After a minute or so I realize this guy is moving the wrong way. He's going counter-clockwise. We're going to run into each other soon, and there's no need for that. Another fucking amateur. I look over to see if I can make a discreet angle and cut past him, and almost piss myself. The guy isn't a guy, she's a chick! I've never seen a girl in the porn room before, much less been in it with one. Now what do I fucking do? She must be looking for something for her and her boyfriend to watch. He'll probably come in here any second and knock my head off for checking her out. Or maybe it's for a bachelorette party? I stay where I am, staring at "Open Up and Swallow, Part 12" as she moves closer. I take another quick look. She's not very tall, not exactly fat, but not slim either. She's wearing black jeans, and a black leather jacket with a punk band logo on it. Her hair is short with some streaks of red, and she's got a bunch of earrings in one ear. She continues moving closer until she's looking at stuff on the same wall as me. Should I say something? That might scare her off. I'm getting hard just being in the porn room with a chick. She's only about four feet to my right. She takes a box off the shelf for a closer look. "Strap-On Slut Party." She must be a lesbo. "That's, ahh...that's a pretty good one." Did I just say that out loud? Holy shit! She quickly puts the box back without looking at me. Nice going dick for brains, now she's going to bolt. I stare straight ahead at a picture of some bald woman with a gob of cum on her tongue. "I was, um, looking for something with guys doing it with each other, and with girls, too." Her voice is soft and quiet with a slight tremble to it. "Ahh, well, okay." I'm stammering like I'm eleven years old talking to a girl for the first fucking time in my life. "There's some bi stuff over along that wall there." "Oh, thanks." She offers a nervous half-smile and quickly heads to where I pointed. She's not going to win any beauty pageants, but there was something very cute about her. Kind of chubby cheeks, small nose, and a lot of dark eye makeup. I should just grab something and get the fuck out of here. No, I can't. This chick is definitely horny. Just knowing she is behind me looking at porn is such a turn on. As soon as I get home I'm going to jerk off thinking about fucking this chick right here on the floor. Maybe she's like me. What if she's here to get a porno, then go back to her shitty apartment to watch it and get off? This chick is so cool. "Um, is this one any good?" She's right next to me holding out a box, "Bi-Bath House." "I haven't seen that one, but the company that made it is pretty high quality. They get a lot of awards, I think." I can't believe she's talking to me like this. "Do I need a membership or something to rent movies here?" She asks. "Yeah, but you don't need a credit card, just a proof of address, like a phone bill." "Shit, I didn't bring anything like that with me." Her pale cheeks are flush. "Maybe some other day." With a nervous laugh she turns to put the video back. "Well, if you want I can check it out on my account for you. I don't mind." Goddamned if I'm not the knight in shining fucking armor. "You don't even know me. What if I don't bring it back and you get stuck paying for it." "Yeah, I can't exactly afford that right now." I have a sudden flash of inspiration. This is never going to work. "Well, you could watch it at my place. It's only a few blocks away." I'm now holding my breath. Please, please, please. She doesn't look so sure. "I wouldn't try anything creepy or anything," I add. "We could just hang out and watch the movie." She's thinking about it. Yes? Maybe? "Just watch the movie?" She bites her lower lip as she thinks. This girl is shooting right up the cute charts like a bullet. "If that's cool with you." Come on you horny slut, just say yes! "As long as you promise you're not a psycho." She smiles and hands me the video. "I promise. I'm just a normal guy." That jacks off no less than ten times a day! We get back to my apartment and I'm suddenly aware of the smell. She doesn't seem to mind though, so fuck it. I make a pointless effort to clear away some of the clutter, I move a pile of cereal bowls to the sink. She takes off her jacket revealing a loose black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. She hangs her jacket on a door knob then sits on my mattress. She picks up a magazine and flips through it, sniffs at one of the pages and looks at me with a knowing smirk. Shit, if I knew a chick was going to be here I would have stashed some of that crap. What the hell, why hide it? She finds a butt plug on the floor and sets it on top of the television. She notices something else up there and picks it up. "What is this, a chop stick? I like the design on it, it's pretty. Where's the other one?" All I can do is shrug. She puts the video in the VCR and hits play. I'm still puttering around, picking crap up from here and putting it over there. I hear the phone sex ads come on. "The remote is right over there if you want it." She just smiles, leaves the remote where it is and watches all the ads. I guess she hasn't seen them a hundred times already. "Can you turn the light off?" she asks. I turn off the light and make my way over to the bed. I sit down on the edge of the mattress. Her eyes are fixed on the small screen. The glow of the TV plays across her, lighting up her face and bare arms. The first scene is a guy giving another guy a blow job while he talks on the phone with his wife (who doesn't know yet that he goes both ways). I hear a muffled snap. I think that was the top button of her jeans coming undone. She leans back a bit getting comfortable. I'm dying to look, but I don't want to jinx it. My cock is practically bent double inside my pants struggling for release. I stare at the screen as the one guy gives the other guy's balls a tongue bath. I can feel a slight hint of rhythmic movements through the mattress. I risk a glance. She's got her top button open and the zipper partway down. Her hand is in her pants, but over her underwear. Holy shit. There is a girl sitting on my bed, watching porn and rubbing her pussy! The scene changes to a straight girl on guy situation. I lean back also and try to adjust my hard-on. From this angle it's easier to look at her without being obvious. She has her fingers inside her underwear now and I can see her hand moving in circles beneath her pants. I'm dying to take my cock out, but I don't want her to freak out and leave. By this time the woman in the movie is on top of the guy, riding his cock while he spreads her ass cheeks wide. I can feel the bed moving with a quickening rhythm and she lets out a stifled moan of pleasure. I can see her squeezing her legs tight together with her hand pressed against her crotch. Oh God, I think she just came. In my room. With me right here. I don't move, don't breathe, don't blink. Was that it? Was she going to leave now? Oh, please don't. She sits up and watches the inane dialogue scene. I always fast forward past this crap, but she actually seems interested in the story. Weird. "You can take you pants off... if you want." She says without taking her eyes off the TV. "What?" I heard her perfectly, I want to see if she'll say it again. "I want you to masturbate with me while we watch the movie." She looks at me and smiles. "Unless you don't do that sort of thing." I stand up and pull off my pants. My swollen cock springs free, pointing straight at her. "You've got no hair down there," She observes. "Yeah, I shaved it a week ago just to...see what it was like." "It's cute. Reminds me of when I used to babysit." What the hell does that mean? Who the fuck cares, there's a horny girl in my room and I have no pants on. I sit back down and stroke my cock very slowly. If I go too fast, if I even hold it too tightly, I will come in a second. I want this to last. I look over, her eyes are on my cock, watching me stroke it. She sees me watching her and smiles. She lies back and wiggles out of her pants, then turns her attention back to the movie. I don't have to sneak peeks any more, I know she wants me to see her now. She opens her legs a bit and runs her fingers through the tuft of dark hair just above her pussy. Her lips glisten in the shifting colored light of the television. She slides a finger down and lightly touches the tip of her swollen clit. She licks the end of that finger and quickly returns it to her clit, rubbing it in soft tiny circles. I can feel my orgasm about to unleash itself and I let go of my cock. This is a dream come true. I can't take my eyes away from this gorgeous creature. She watches a woman and a man go down on another guy together, knowing that I'm looking her the whole time. She runs a finger down and up her pussy slit. I pull off my shirt, hoping she will do the same. Her hand slips up across her round belly and under her shirt. She massages each of her tits while her other hand rubs her pussy. My hand is back on my cock. I'm still too close to coming to stroke it, so I just squeeze my shaft and let go. Squeeze and release. Nice and easy. She lifts her shirt up over her head, and pulls off her bra. She's lying on my bed naked, watching porn and masturbating. This is heaven. My eyes hungrily roam over her body taking in every detail. Her pale soft thighs are spread wide. She pinches and pulls at both her nipples. I know she is no swimsuit model, but her soft curves and fleshy swells are exquisitely sexy. I wouldn't trade her for any of those models right now. Her tits seem strange, not like the women in the magazines or videos. I guess this is what real tits must look like. They are sexier than any implant I've ever seen. The way they sway and jiggle as she works her pussy. So beautiful. She is really going at it now, no longer trying to be quiet. Long little moans build in intensity, each one louder than the last. Her head is back, eyes closed. She is fingering herself furiously with one hand, while the other grabs and pulls at her breasts leaving faint red marks. The moans from the video increase as well. She turns and looks at me. "Come with me. I want to see you cum all over yourself." She whispers. "I want to see you masturbate for me." I begin to pump my cock at a steady pace. Not too fast. "Yes, play with your cock. Yes, yes, yessss." I can't hold back any longer. I begin jerking off like mad man. My hand is a blur as it jacks up and down my hard shaft. Oh, God, I can feel it. I am going to come. "I'm coming!" She lifts her ass up off the bed pressing her crotch hard against her hand. "I'm coming, come with me, shoot your cum for me." That does it. The head of my penis swells and I can actually see my piss hole open wide just as the first stream of cum shoots from my cock hitting me right in the face. She gives a final hard thrust into the air and begins to shudder with her own orgasm. Three more gouts of semen spew forth from my cock and cover my chest and belly. "Fuck that was good," she coos after collapsing flat on the bare mattress. I look around for a towel or a sock that's not already covered in dried jizz. "No, don't clean it off yet. I like it like that." She gives her tits a squeeze apparently still feeling the effects of her orgasm. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" "Just once," I lie. "Do it now. I want to see you taste your own cum." She moves her hand back down to her cunt and begins fingering her clit again. I scoop up a gob of cum on my finger, her hand moves faster. She's loving this. I slowly move my finger toward my mouth. "Put it in your mouth, eat the cum that just came out of your cock." Her hand is blazing back and forth between her legs. Her eyes widen as I lightly touch the white goo to my lips, then lick it off. "Eat it, taste it, swallow it!" She begs. I put my finger in my mouth and suck the rest of the cum off of it, then quickly scoop up more and eat that too. My Cock Ch. 02 She squeals and lets out a soft grunt of pleasure as her third orgasm rocks through her body. She rolls to her side, hands still clenched between her legs, and I get my first good look at her ass. I love it. Big and round and smooth. I want to bury my face in it. I want to spread her cheeks open and slide my tongue all around her asshole. "I'm sorry," I hear her say. "I got carried away, I'm sorry." "That's okay. I actually really liked it. This is the best sex I've ever had, seriously." "I'm liking it, too," she says as she rolls onto her back, still slightly breathless. "Okay, so you did what I wanted, now what do you want me to do for you?" I swear her eyes actually fucking sparkle as she says this. "Ah, let's see." What do I want? Don't want to push it. I don't want to fuck this up now. "I, ah, I want to see you're pussy." "I kinda think you already have, haven't you?" "Well, yeah, but I want to really see it, you know?" I sit there feeling a bit foolish, with my dick in my hand and cum dribbling down my chest. She doesn't answer and just turns back to the movie, one guy is taking it in the ass while he licks some chick's puss. Shit, she's going to leave. She shifts herself so she's half leaning on the grimy wall at the head of my mattress and opens her legs. Her pussy is shadowed by one of her legs, so she turns just enough so the light from the television illuminates her crotch. "Come and look," she says, her voice soft and husky. I slide off the mattress onto my knees and move closer. I get as close as I can without blocking the light. I can smell her now. A musky mix of sweat and sex. She's amazing. I can do nothing but stare at her pussy. Her coarse dark pubic hair stops at the top of her slit. The sides are shaved, but I can see stubble. She missed the area down near the bottom and several strands of hair curl out from near her asshole. The delicate creases of skin form lines that seem to swirl and flow one into the other. Vulva, vagina, labia, clitoris. They're all there in front of me plain to see, but still holding onto their sensual mysteries, refusing to reveal exactly where one sweet secret begins and the other ends. I look down at myself. My hand slides up and down my cum slicked shaft. Cock and balls. That's all there is to me. Simple, ugly, functional. Her hands move down between her legs. She runs her index fingers up and down her wet slit, then spreads herself open slightly. Pink skin gives way to redness in the places she was rubbing at just moments ago. With one finger she strokes a little nubbin of flesh, coaxing it out from beneath a fold of soft skin. She gently rubs the side of her tiny clit, rolling her hips slightly as she does. I focus on every detail of her swollen lips. How they curl this way then that. The slightly darker skin along the top edges. The way they seem to simply melt away into the area around her pussy hole. I want to taste her so bad. I want to glide my tongue across her hole, up her pussy to her hard little clit. I want to kiss and suck her and cover my lips and face with her wetness. "You like my cunt?" She asks. "You like looking at my pussy, you dirty boy?" She knows I'm fascinated. She begins masturbating. This time she's masturbating just for me. Her finger moves up and down, pressing and rolling her clit against the side of her pussy. She reaches around her leg with her other hand and dips the tip of a finger just into the opening of her vagina. I notice her chipped black nail polish just before her finger disappears inside. "You going to watch me fuck my finger, you nasty pervert?" God, I wish I had a video camera for this. I would never need another porno or magazine for the rest of my life. I would just watch the tape of this horny girl spreading her pussy for me, over and over. Now her finger is deep inside her cunt, like she's searching for something in there. I switch to my left hand and slow down a bit. I don't want to come until she does. She is really fucking herself hard now. One hand pumps away at her pussy hole, while the other works her clit. She hunches forward and pulls her hips up some. She's looking down at her own pussy. She's watching herself masturbate. "Yes, watch me make my pussy come. Stroke your hard cock while you look at my cunt." Her commands aren't necessary, I'm not taking my eyes off her for anything. I notice the small rolls of her belly in this position. She's so horny she's not even self-conscious about it or trying to cover up. God, what a turn on. I want to slip my cock in between those shameless rolls of fat and fuck her cute little belly. She suddenly arches her back, lifting her ass up off the bed. She thrusts her cunt into the air, only inches from my face. Her thigh brushes my cheek--it's so soft. I switch back to my right hand, jerking as fast as I can. I'm kneeling on something sharp, but I can't even consider the pain right now. "Uh huh, uh huh, yes, oh, yes," she moans. She shoves three fingers into her pussy and bucks even harder. She's really humping her hand now. The slick sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt mix with her panting cries in a sublime sexual melody. "There it is, yes, right there!" She lets out a long low guttural moan and her pussy actually seems to pulsate just before releasing a jet of warm fluid that splashes onto my face. I can't fucking believe it! She tenses again and another squirt shoots out and coats my neck and chest. I beat my cock harder than ever. My head is swimming, I think I might be hyperventilating. My orgasm starts at the base of my cock. I feel the sensation move up my shaft and my spine at the same time. My cum spatters out onto my mattress, the floor, my leg, everywhere. But even after I'm done coming I keep stroking my cock. That feeling is still there in the tip of my penis. My whole body spasms with the after effects. Once, then once more. I don't want this feeling to end. "Oh my God, what happened?" She looks at my face soaked with her pussy cum. "That's never happened before, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to do that." She seems genuinely horrified. "Are you kidding? That was incredible. I think that only happens to women when they are really excited or something." "I've never come that hard before. Oh, God, your mattress." She was referring to the huge wet spot beneath her. "Don't worry about it." My cock still throbs in my hand. I swear I'm going to be hard for the rest of the fucking week. I climb back onto the bed and lie next to here. Nothing but the sound of our breath. She twists and stretches letting out a lilting moan that seems to define satisfaction. Her knee touches my leg. I half expect her to pull away, but she doesn't. I know it's ridiculous, but I can't help feeling like this is the most intimate contact I've ever felt. "I have to pee," she murmurs. She gets up and walks toward the bathroom. I marvel at the movement of her round ass as she steps over my dirty clothes on the way to the bathroom. She closes the door only part of the way. I hear her put the seat down, then listen to the rush of pee shushing forcefully from her pussy. Sounds different from when I go. I wish she left the door open all the way. She flushes and moves back through the shadows of my room and I can see just the highlights of her body. The top of her shoulder, the curve of a breast, the glint of her belly button ring. She finds her shirt and pulls it on. "You can stay if you want," I offer. "Thanks, but I should head home." I stare at her crotch as she moves around the bed looking for her pants and underwear. Why is a girl in nothing but a shirt so fucking sexy? I'm mesmerized as she bends over then struggles into her pants, pulling them up tight around her ass. She bunches her panties and bra up into a ball and stuffs them into a jacket pocket. I notice the girl on television taking simultaneous loads in the face from two guys who then rub the heads of their cummy cocks together. The credits roll. She's ready to leave, I get up and walk over to the door with her. I feel kind of silly all of the sudden, standing in front of her naked with various bodily fluids drying on my skin. "So, if you ever want to come again..." I say not really knowing where to go from there. "Yeah, sure. Maybe." She tucks a strand of hair behind an ear while looking at the floor. Should I give her a good night kiss or something? I just watched this girl shoot cum all over my face while I jacked off with her, why the fuck is this so awkward? "Okay, well, it was, ah... nice meeting you." Can I possibly be any more lame? She opens the door and heads out, then turns back. She leans in and gives my cheek, the one we both came one, a long slow lick. "I'll find you again when I need you," she whispers in my ear, then gives me a quick soft kiss on the lips. She hurries down the hallway. I stand naked at my open door listening to the heavy thunk-thump of her boots all the way down the stairs. I slowly close the door and go into the bathroom. The toilet seat is down. I sit and take a long piss. The VCR cycles to auto-rewind. The tape whirs through the machine. I go to my bed and lie down with my face next to the wet spot. It's still warm. I wonder if she'll think about this the next time she masturbates. Will she picture my cock when she comes? I doze off replaying every detail about her and her pussy in my head. My Cock Ch. 03 I pace around my room along the narrow path twisting between the dirty laundry, used dishes, pizza boxes, and stacks of porn. I'm wearing my best clothes, a pair of clean black jeans and the only shirt I own that has buttons. I have an interview today and if I don't get the job I'll be living under a bridge by this time next week. I reconsider my underwear situation and decide to stick with the theory that wearing no underwear is better than wearing either of the dirty pairs I own. I've still got fifty minutes before the bus comes--a half-hour before I need to leave for the bus stop. I notice the corner of a magazine poking out from under my mattress. I pull it out and leaf through it. I find a chick I don't remember seeing before. Dark hair, white skin, small tits. Cute. I've had a thing for small tits for about a week now. I have no idea what brought it on, but I'm loving this girl's small chest. I find my scissors and cut out her best shot. I then crop the picture further until I have only a small slip of magazine page left with just her smooth little tits on it. I go to the kitchen and find my collage on the counter and tape her tits into it with all the other small breasts already arranged on the piece of thin cardboard I cut from a cereal box. I survey my work. A concentrated dose of just the best parts. And Cap'n Crunch's right eye. I feel my cock stir, then lengthen down my left pant leg. Fuck it, I've got plenty of time. I take off my shirt and hang it on a door knob, then I pull off my pants and drape them over the back of the chair. Don't want to get my good clothes sweaty. I go grab the little black film container I've been keeping next to the bed. My hard cock bounces up and down like a diving board with a fat guy jumping on it as I hurry back to the kitchen. I prop the nearly completed collage up so I can get a good look at it and start jerking. My eyes dart from one sweet pair of tiny tits to the next. Those have a nicely curved profile. These have lickable chocolate-chip nipples. The ones in the middle are so small they are barely even breasts. I want to rub my cock on all of them. I want to pinch, and pull, and fondle. I want to come on all of them. My hand slides up and down my dry shaft. The heat of the friction feels good. I pick a pair of small perky tits with small pink tips and focus. Oh, yeah. I feel the faint signals of orgasm and reach for the little film container. I jerk faster, my hand rapidly pumping from head to sack. When I'm only a few strokes away I pop the gray cap off the film container. I slow down, hold the container at the end of my cock, and aim carefully. The first spurt shoots past onto the cabinet door, but I milk the rest neatly into the little container. I relax, take a deep breath, and stretch the ache out of my right shoulder. I check the container. With this deposit, it's nearly two-thirds full of cum. That should be enough. I carefully fix the cap into place and put the container back next to my bed for later. I squeeze a last drop of jizz out of my softening cock. I wipe it off the end of my dick with a finger then lick my finger clean before putting my clothes back on. Don't want a stain on my pants--that would be embarrassing. I still have twenty minutes before I have to leave for the bus stop. I sold my TV and VCR the other day, so I just stand by the door with my hands in my pockets waiting. I feel my semi-hard cock against my hand through the lining of my pocket. I can almost get a decent grip on it if I try. I even have a little range of motion for a stroke. It could be better though. I go back to the kitchen counter and open my pants. I cut a slit in the lining of one of my front pockets and zip up and give it a try. I reach in and I'm able to grab my bare hard-on real easy. This will come in handy in the right situation. I tuck my cock away, wait for the bulge to fade, then head for the bus stop. As I walk down the sidewalk, I have to make a conscious effort not to put my hands in my pockets like I usually do. I'd be hard again in a second if I did. I get to the bus stop and sit next to this really fat lady. I pass the time figuring out all the places I could fuck her other than her pussy. I'm up to fourteen by the time the bus arrives. I find a seat near the back by the window and check out the rest of the passengers. Mostly women, a few guys, and a few kids. No hotties. Even so, I take a closer look at each of the women and decide if I would have sex with them if they asked. Within a few blocks I come up with eight why-nots, two maybes, and three no-ways. Once that is settled, I figure out how much money the no-ways would have to offer me to have sex with them. I calculate that I'd make at least eighty-five dollars from this crowd. After another fifteen blocks of starts-and-stops I get off the bus. I locate the temp agency above a store that sells tacky Indian stuff--like ceramic elephants, and that sort of crap. When I enter the office I see a small woman behind an old wooden desk. She might be Chinese, or maybe Vietnamese. When she notices me come in she puts aside the Tupperware bowl she was eating out of with chop sticks. I don't know how anyone can eat with those things. Gross. I sit down and she asks me a few questions. Once I acknowledge that I speak English, haven't killed anyone in the past three years, and will pee in a cup, she has me fill out a tax form. I think about her small little tits as I fill in two dependants on the form. She tells me about the jobs they have available, including an opening at a girl's school for a janitor. I try to hide my eagerness when I indicate that the janitor job would be the shortest commute for me (which it isn't). She types me up a letter to verify that I have a job so I can give it to my landlord. That should get me by until my first paycheck. I thank her and head back down to the bus stop. As I sit there and wait, I think about the Chinese temp-lady climbing up on her desk, stripping naked, and getting on all fours with her cunt right in my face. "Suck my pussy and I'll give you a job," she commands. I imagine she's all dark hair and dark skin down there. Her pussy smelling like spicy Szechwan noodles. I spread her lips and lick and suck her spicy little cunt. "Lick my asshole," she demands, spreading her cheeks open with both hands. Her perfectly manicured nails dig into her fleshy ass. I gladly comply and run my tongue over her tight hole and find, much to my delight, that it tastes just like a fortune cookie. The fantasy is interrupted by the arrival of the bus, and I have to hold my letter in such a way as to hide my erection as I board the bus and hand over the last of my money. I occupy myself figuring out how long it will take for me to buy another TV and VCR. At least a month. On the upside, the video store will have a month's worth of new pornos that I haven't seen! The sound of two girls talking Spanish and giggling catches my attention. The pair just got on and are heading toward me. One is wearing a skin tight half-shirt, the other has those low-cut jeans that dip down almost far enough. They sit in the seat in front of me and a wave of sweet chemical girl smells crash over me like a wave. Perfume, scented shampoo, body spray. I take it all in. Their rapid-fire chatter is punctuated with laughs, dramatic gestures, and occasional touches. I'm captivated by the long line of Miss Half-shirt's neck. I only have to lean forward ten inches and I could nuzzle that perfect spot just below her ear. Her head would loll back onto my shoulder and she would breathlessly caress her own breasts. All of the sudden they get up and head out. Who the hell rides the bus for only two friggin' blocks? Before I know it I'm getting off the bus, too. This better be worth while--it's going to be a long walk later. The girls cross the street and head into a grubby little pharmacy. I wait until the bus pulls away and go after them. The black lady behind the counter gives me a suspicious look as I enter, but I forget about her and head into the aisles in pursuit of those enticing giggles. They're standing close together at the end of the aisle. I meander toward them, casually pretending to be interested in the shaving products along the way. I pass behind them and realize that they are standing at the condom section. They stifle their giggles as I go by and I marvel at how round their asses look in those tight, tight jeans. I round the end of the row and go down the next aisle. The shelves here are only about chest high, so I can easily see over them. I move down a bit and stop. The girls are back to pulling boxes of condoms off the shelf, comparing, giggling. From where I'm standing I can watch them out of the corner of my eye without being obvious. I slip my hand into my pocket and through the hole there. I grasp my soft cock and begin squeezing. The girls are only about fifteen feet away. They're thinking about how each condom will feel once it is stretched onto a hard penis and shoved inside them. My cock is hard in a matter of seconds and I'm able to grip it near the top of the shaft at the most sensitive spot with two fingers and my thumb. The strokes are short but it feels so good. One of the girls makes a heavy breathing noise, and they both fall against each other in their loudest fit of giggles yet. These two girls are planning to get fucked tonight. God, that is so hot. I can't take it anymore, these little baby strokes aren't doing it for me. There's no one else in my aisle, and the girls can't see anything below my chest, so I undo my zipper and pull out my stiff cock. Now I'm able to get my whole hand wrapped around my cock and really jerk it. I start slowly so the motion isn't obvious if they look over. So here I am, standing in a store, with my cock out, with two horny chicks only a few feet away and they have no idea I'm masturbating. If they came around the row really quick they would see me. They would see my hard penis and catch me jerking off. One girl made her decision and the other was about to, I have to hurry. I quicken my stroke. The motion causes my balls to jiggle out through my fly. I keep jerking, the cold scrape of the zipper teeth against my balls adds to the sensation. Almost there. They have their condoms and walk toward the front of the store. The head of my cock tingles and balls tighten in anticipation of orgasm, but I have to stop stroking. They walk by me on the other side of the shelves, one looks up and catches my eye and gives me a shy smile before looking away. That was enough. I give my cock one more stroke and cum streams out all over the gritty tile floor. I suppress a groan of total pleasure, then quickly try to flick the last drops of cum off the tip of my cock. I tuck myself back into my pants and contemplate the little white puddle on the floor. The idea that some woman will come down this aisle and see my cum splattered all over the floor sends a tingle up my back. Maybe it'll turn her on and she'll get all wet. I hear the bells on the door ring as my girls leave. I head for the door. The woman at counter gives me a look. I figure she wants me to buy something. I grab a pack of gum and put it on the counter and reach into my pocket (the one without the hole in it), and realize I have no money. "Uh, guess I forgot my wallet," I offer lamely. She just gives me that look again and her eyes flick up and behind me. I glance quickly at her chest before turning to see what she was looking at. I notice for the first time the rounded mirror mounted near the ceiling at the end of the aisle I was in. I turn back to her and she reaches under the counter and just hands me some tissues. As I head back down to clean up the spilled cum, my cock begins to get hard again thinking about the black lady watching me jerk off that whole time. She didn't stop me so she must have liked it. Maybe she put her hands into her pants and fingered herself behind the counter while she watched. I swab up the spreading puddle of jizz leaving a shiny clean spot on the floor right there in front of the tampons. The black lady with the big tits has her eye on me as I head for the door. I drop the cum soaked tissues into the trash by the door as I leave. I image her getting those wet tissues out after I leave and playing with herself while she sniffs my cum. Nasty whore. The horny condom girls are long gone by the time I get into the street. I'm done with them anyways. With hands in my pockets, I start the long walk back to my rat-hole apartment. It was definitely worth it. On just about every block I encounter a sight that causes me to sneak my fingers through the small slit in my pocket and give my semi-hard cock a squeeze. Jogger-girl bounces by showing off her big tits under a tight t-shirt and loose bra. Thank you. Taxi-girl waves down a cab in a sleeveless dress exposing a freshly shaved under arm. Thank you. Mail-girl in her blue postal-uniform shorts squats down to lift a bin full of letters giving me a good look at her wide curved ass. Thank you. Latte-girl wearing glasses licks the foam off her upper lip like she just finished sucking my cock. Thank you very much. It takes more than an hour to finally reach my room. My shirt is soaked through with sweat and my mind is filled with all the images of the sluts in the street putting on a show just for me. I quickly strip out of my soggy clothes and flop onto my mattress. The insides of my thighs burn a bit from the chaffing of the moist denim, but otherwise the cooling of the sweat on my skin feels good. I wet my hands on my sweaty chest and belly and quickly move them to my crotch. I coat my cock in my own sweat and slowly tease it hard. By the time I have a thumping hard-on the sweat is dry. I tickle my fingers across my balls and along the length of my shaft wondering how I want to come. I remember the film canister. I grab the little capsule and pop off the lid. The strong sent of my stored semen immediately wafts out. I lay back and stroke my cock with my left hand, holding the canister in my right. Slowly I tip the little black container and let a bit of my cum drizzle out onto my cock. My hand now glides up and down my cock smooth and wet as I coat it with my own cum. I tip the container again and let a large glob fall onto my now glistening cock. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. Cum oozes between my fingers and I stroke faster. God this feels good--better than any store-bought lube. I empty the remaining goo onto my cock and balls and toss the container aside. My free hand rubs the cum all over my balls while the other continues sliding up and down my slick cock. I feel some of my cum leak down to my ass. I reach down and spread it across my butthole. Nice and slippery. My finger dips easily into my ass. I push it as deep as I can as I grip my cock harder and work it faster. I fill my mind with the images of the day. Cleavage in the blue blouse, panty lines in the white skirt, crotch mound in the leotard. If all these women could be here now watching me masturbate. Cool sweat begins to cover my body again as I work myself to orgasm. I can feel it coming. So close. I push another finger into my asshole and hunch myself up, bringing my face slightly closer to my cock. I stare at my cum slicked cock as my hand pumps at it. Fixing my eyes on that small hole, anticipating the spurts of fresh cum about to spew out. God, I love my cock. Every muscle clenches, my cock head swells, and a white ribbon of cum shoots out. The first spurt hits me on the cheek. Three strained pulses land more warm cum on my chest, and belly, then just a weak trickle flows out. I lie back and pull my fingers out of my ass with a wet squishing sound. The sensation of my cum drying on my softening cock fills my attention. The jizz on my cheek slowly slides down my face and runs onto my neck tickling my skin as it goes. It's probably ten minutes before my cock has shrunken as much as it will, cocooned in a shell of dried, crusting semen. Pure contentment. My hazy mind recalls that I have to start work tomorrow at the girl's college. I wonder if they wear those sexy little uniforms with the short skirts? Nah, that's Catholic school, right? Maybe they have dorms, where all the girls sleep in sheer negligees, and tell stories about the boys they want to fuck, and show each other their pussies, and stuff like that. "I think I'm going to like this job," is the last thought I have before drifting off to sleep.