0 comments/ 56495 views/ 2 favorites The Jack-Off By: SEXGODESS123 I don't think that I can take it any more. I have been counting down the days all year, survived the cold, thinking ahead to the glory that awaits me. The days are dragging by, and my mind is about to go mad with crazy waiting. Am I talking about my birthday? No, that just sneaks up on me and when it is time for that I don't like the idea of adding one to my age. "You're a guy," you say, "Is it maybe the super bowl?" I like football, but it's not something that I worry about. I personally prefer college to pro. But this is all beside the point. The point is, of course, what have I been waiting for? It is really kind of sad, but it is a passion that I indulge in once a year to just get lost in the ecstasy. Finally, in mid-February, it comes. Perhaps you know now what I am talking about. The time in which pre-teen minds tremble with excitement, can they get it past their mom? The oasis in the bleak of winter. It is, without question, the best issue of any magazine that will be published. Surely you know by now? It is, The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. I see my wife go to the mailbox, and I freeze, and then panic. Does it come today? I'm not very sure. My subscriptions regularly come on a Thursday. Today is Tuesday. But the Swimsuit issue is sent on a different day, and my woman whom I really do love with all my heart could be about to take it away. I think furiously on how to stop her, but she is already putting her hand in the mailbox. As she begins to remove it, I see a dark blue Camry slow to a stop. Yes! My wife's best friend Courtney has just stopped to chat a little bit. I must act fast. I fly down the hall and jump down the steps four at a time. I burst out the door of our two-story home, and then slow my pace as I see the women already laughing it up without a care in the world. I walk up behind her and say hello to Courtney as I tell my wife I will take the mail in. She hands it over without even pausing her sentence, and I wait until I get inside to look at the mail, and I sigh as I see that my magazine of joy did not come. The next day, I risk nothing. I come home for lunch, and then meet the postman at the mailbox. As I take it from him, I can smell it. The cologne adds tingles my nose as I smell the familiar smell of my favorite issue. It sits in the back, and I eagerly place it on top to be greeted by the sight of a breathtaking bikini-clad blonde on all fours, licking her lips seductively with her breasts hanging down in all their glory. The black string she called a bathing suit contrasted perfectly to her light skin. The beach that she was so sexily sprawled out upon was beautiful as the sun set behind some mountains in the distance. I resist the urge to begin to look at it; the tingle I get in my pants from the blonde is enough for now. The ritual I go through with my pages of delight will truly be rewarding, as I can tell from the cover. Now you may be thinking that it is bad that I would be so sneaky behind my own wife's back. But you have me wrong. I love my wife, I really do. We have a great relationship and I have never slept with another woman since we got married. But, (and you knew there would be a but, didn't you) she is not the most beautiful person in the world. She is plain, but I do love her despite that. However, once a year I let my imagination run wild, and I masturbate to those heavenly bodies. When I'm done, I am totally back to my wife, but for 30 magic minutes I am furiously ravaging those angels in my mind. Of course, I must be patient. My wife could never know that I did this, because she is VERY particular about stuff like this. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want her jacking herself off to playgirl of something like that. So I will be careful. Days drag by, the mind always thinking of what I have hidden in the attic. The attic is perfect, because nobody ever goes up there unless it’s to put more stuff up. We have things going back 10 or 12 years, and more keeps pilling up. I hide it in the same perfect spot. In the back corner, there is an old desk. It isn't even ours, the people who had the house before us left it. It is surrounded by old books and a couch. All I have to do though is walk down the couch and there I am. I hide it in the bottom drawer, and not just in there, under the papers and files that are in it. Like I said, you can't get much better than that. So the days continue, and my wife seems cemented at home. Oh sure, I am home sometimes when she isn't, but I need time, and she absolutely cannot come in when I am doing it. She has to be gone to something she won't and can't leave early, something like a party won't do. She could become bored, or feel tired, and come home. That would never do. So, a full week after the sweetest piece of mail a man can receive arrived, my wife told me she was going to a play. She said it was called Lay Mizerab or something, I wasn't really listening, because I hate plays. Then she told me it would be over in The Auditorium and at that my ears perked up. The Auditorium was a good 35 min. drive away, and that would mean the driving time alone would be enough for me to get the job done, even if she walked in the door of The Auditorium, hated it, and left. But she would stay, so I had at least 3 hours at home, alone. The play was on Friday, and so I was forced to wait, but my prize was in sight, and my woman would be without a doubt gone. And so Friday, and 6:00, she left. The play didn't start until 7, she said, but she wanted a good seat. Those damn general admission things. She said she wouldn't be back until at earliest 10:30. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I was going to watch a movie or something, and then probably be out by the time she got home. She then smiled and left, hopping in Courtney's car. Yes, the same Courtney that scared me so much at first, now took her away for the time I needed. I turn on the TV, and sit and watch. You might wonder why I would do this. Well, I told my wife I would watch a movie, and I am going to. At least that is, until I can be sure she isn't coming back. She could have forgotten any number of things, and I don't want to be caught at all costs. So I sit and I watch Speed. I sit there throughout the entire first action scene, and one of the closing lines makes me grin. Holding Keanu Reeves partner hostage with one hand and a trigger to a vest of C4 in the other, the bad guy says, "If I drop this stick, we pick your friend up here with a sponge." I think, "I'm gonna drop on my stick, and I'll wipe my jiz of my friend with sponge." Laughing, I turn the movie off, now sure that my wife is gone, and head into the attic. I climb along the couch, open the bottom drawer, and remove the papers from on top of my precious. The sight of the hourglass-shaped blonde on the cover sends a tingle into my genitals, and my eyes devour her body as I walk down the stairs to my bedroom. I take my pants off, and then my boxers. I sit down at the head of the bed propped up by several pillows and once again bring my eyes to rest on the cover. I take a deep breathe, adjust the pillows behind my slightly, and open the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. I make it exactly two pages before I stop. Even the table of contents has gorgeous women! A stunning black woman is the cause of my stopping now. She is standing tall in between two palm trees, and her hands are covering her ample breasts. My hand drops down to my dick, and I begin to rub it. It is already starting to harden when I get past two cologne ads and one timberland add. Now I am up to the first location they are shooting at. O God, I think, I may not make it past this section. The opening of the section has two different incredible brunettes, in matching hot pink bikinis. My cock is now rapidly rising to full mast, and the pages pass as my eyes are filled with the women. "These women should be the wonders of the world, not pyramids and waterfalls and stuff,” I think as I rest my eyes on another angel, this one with a drenched t-shirt on, and I feel my cock strain to a new tightness. The shirt clings and shows off every wonderful curve of her amazing chest. The pages go on, and my hand, which has been slowly stroking up and down on my cock, jerks when I encounter the Latin girl about halfway through. I feel pre-cum start to leak out of my rod as the woman in the picture tempts me. She is facing away from the camera, and as she is bending down I see one of the most amazing asses I have ever set eyes on. Then white thong is deep up her crack, and her best asset is proudly on display. My hand is now working up and down the stick at a fairly good pace, and more images flash before my eyes as I feel the pleasure on my penis increase. Busty blonde, slutty redhead, cute Asian, all parade before me. Another stopper comes up and I enjoy the beauty of this bikini-clad sailor. The brown haired seaman is leaning up against the mast of a boat and looking at some far away point, and looking damn hot doing it. The captains hat was just so, and the top just made her boobs go uhh! Her boobs didn't actually do that, but I did as I gazed deep into her cleavage. I felt my orgasm coming, and I reached the last picture. You might think I was done? O no, I flipped back to the middle, and as I pulled out the centerfold I gasped. This had to be the most gorgeous, drop dead, beautiful, incredible, make-a-blind-man-hard woman I had ever seen. She screamed sex with every sinew of her being. My hand went to a frantic pace on my dick, and my pupils bulged from their sockets to get a better look at her. The blonde was lying completely naked in the surf. One arm was draped over her magnificent tits, and with her other hand she grasped her pussy. She stared straight through the picture into my eyes, and I was captivated. As I indulged myself in her glory, I cam to realize how much that arm lacked to cover up the truly breath-taking hooters. As my fingers flew over my boner, I entered a fantasy world, with just me and her. I saw her lying there on the beach, with the tide coming up over her. In my mind and grasped her, and as I kissed that face I removed her arms. I cried out as I shoved my raging erection deep into her hot tunnel, and I knew she had been waiting for me. I humped her madly, my cock sliding in and out of her sweat-soaked pussy, and then I came. I felt my jiz come shooting out of me, and it landed squarely on her sex. I continued to furiously jack, and I felt one, then another, stream of seaman exit out onto the picture of the incredible woman of my passion. I fell back into the pillows, gasping for air, and I released my prick and felt it begin to shrink back down. I sighed, took one last look at the heavenly creature, closed the magazine, and as I cleaned up I began to eagerly await next years issue. The Jack Off Sessions James closed the drapes, darkening the living room of his parents house while Brent inserted the DVD into the machine. With a press of a button, the movie started. The room was average sized. There was a beige corduroy couch with a small coffee table in front of it directly across from the covered windows. Against the wall to the right of the couch was a bookshelf, locked liquor cabinet, fireplace and a rack of entertainment equipment, video game consoles, tapes and DVDs. Set in the far corner of the room was a large widescreen T.V., James' pride and joy. The room opened up into the foyer, which led into the kitchen and hallway where the bedrooms were. All of which were empty, except for the one James and Brent were in. This is where they often ended up after school. James' parents were usually at work when he got home and didn't come back until later in the evening, so there was never any real worry of interruption. This privacy was exactly what they required. ---------------------------- It began over the summer before Brent's senior year of high school. Because of new zoning laws, James was to start going to a new high school the same distance from his house, but in a completely different part of town. Since Kindergarden they had the same classes and this change was indeed a big one. But although they would no longer be seeing a lot less of each other, they didn't worry about loosing touch as they had been best friends since childhood. Their bond could not be broken with a mere change in schools. They always hung out together and this day began no different than any other average summer weekday. They sat on the couch in the living room playing video games, whiling away the time, avoiding the unbearable heat outside. "Where's your mom? She's usually always home around this time. She at the store or something?" Brent asked absentmindedly as he guided his video game character across the screen. "Nah, she works days now. You know what that means? With my dad overseas with the company, mom at work, sister back at college since last week... the house is mine most of the day for the rest of the summer. And guess what else?" James looked over the spine of a penthouse magazine from his personal stash at Brent. Brent paused the game. "What else?" He gave James a quizzical look. "Well... I was bored out of my mind the other day and started snooping around the house and... lemme just show you what I found." James said getting up. He lead Brent into the master bedroom and straight toward the walk in closet. He opened the door and turned on the light. It was easy to tell which side belonged to his mom and dad by the types of clothes hanging on the racks and the sheer volume of it on his mom's side. James pointed to a box on the top shelf on his dad's side. With a smirk on his face, James said, "Gimme a hand with this huh," as he reached up and inched a cardboard box used for printer paper over the edge. They both guided the heavy box down only for James to carry the mystery box back into the living room without opening it or saying a word. "Dude, what the hell's in there? The suspense is killing me." Brent said sarcastically as they made their way back to the front of the house. James placed the box down on the floor and flipped the top open. "Whoa." Brent gasped in amazement. "Yeah, that's exactly what I said when I found it." James replied proudly. "Videos... magazines... lube... geez, your dad didn't mess around did he?" James and Brent sat in the middle of the living room floor pulling items out of the box, looking at the ones that caught their attention. The next half hour was pretty quiet as they paged through the magazines. Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse, it was a teenager's wet dream. Before long they both struggled to hide their growing erections. Having grown up together, there weren't many secrets between James and Brent. They knew each other as well as they knew themselves. However sex was something that was pretty foreign to both of them. Although they each had their share of girlfriends, in the end they remained virgins due to one unfortunate circumstance or another. The talked about masturbation pretty often however, and shared magazines "to look at overnight," from time to time. But for the most part, neither had much experience. But with this new discovery, things were going to change. "Hey, what time is your mom coming home anyway?" "Around six, six thirty or so. Why?" "Well, we have the house for a few hours. Why don't we put in one of these movies?" "You read my mind!" And that's how it began. Once the movie was started, the magazines were put down and a whole new world opened up to them. For the first time in their lives they watched a porno together. She looked young to Brent, he guessed maybe 18 or 19 and in a way reminded him of one particular girl he went to school with. However, the innocence of her angelic face was contradicted by her ruby red lips wrapped around a meaty cock. She slurped on the thick erection with a voracity of a sex starved nymphomaniac, coating it with her saliva and paying special attention to the head. Moments later she was on all fours, her full tits swung with every thrust from the man behind her. She cooed in delight as his engorged penis slid in and out of her shaved wet pussy. He pulled her blonde hair, arching her back and exciting her more. She pressed her heart shaped ass into him, grinding her pussy into the base of his cock as her juices visibly ran down her legs. He fondled her tits, squeezing her rock hard nipples and pumped his rod deep inside of her. She reached between her legs and gently massaged his balls smearing her pussy juice on them in the process. Just then, James decided it would be a good idea to put something on a bit more comfortable and disappeared around the corner and into the hallway. Once in his room he quickly closed the door behind him. In a single motion he pulled down his jeans and underwear. His erect penis sprang into the air, hard and pointing straight at his face. He grabbed it and began to pump the shaft with a firm grip. Staring down at his penis he admired it's size. "Seven and a quarter inches hard, that's gotta be bigger than average!" He thought to himself proudly. Stroking his meat at a steady pace, he studied his cock closely, admiring it's shape. From the base it bulged out to it's widest point just past the middle before tapering at the perfectly shaped head. He spit into his hand and began stroking more intensely. Meanwhile, Brent fared just as poorly against temptation. As soon as he heard James' door close, he undid his jeans. His hard cock strained the material of his white briefs. He scooted up and pulled them down and under his ass exposing an eight and a half inch monster. It was as thick and hard as a metal pipe. A vein the width of a pencil snaked up the side of his cock and disappeared along the bottom ridge. Although it was an incredible specimen, Brent was almost completely clueless as to how big it actually was. His only point of reference was found in magazines and porno movies. He was just as big as a handful of guys in the ones he had in his limited collection so he didn't think that anything was out of the ordinary. Additionally, he had never gotten close enough with any of his previous girlfriends for them to see let alone feel just how large his penis was. He always seemed to get involved with prudes that were more interested in grades than getting physical with great frustration. It was amazing that at the age of eighteen he still had no idea what an impressive unit he had. As the scene in the movie became more frenzied, Brent realized that he couldn't control himself any longer. He would need to cum soon. With his free hand he pulled his shirt over his head and laid it down on the carpet. He got on his knees in front of it and stroked his throbbing cock while watching the scene unfold on the T.V. Brent's balls tightened just as James turned the corner. At first James instantly focused on the T.V. The man was standing over the pretty blonde quickly stroking his erection next to her face. With a grunt, cum started shooting into her mouth in torrents. Her tongue stuck out catching as much as she could. She was smothered in the creamy fluid when he finally finished. The overflow slid down her chin and plopped on her big tits. Her eyes were sealed shut. "Damn, look at all that cum........" James trailed off as his eyes refocused on Brent. His hand was pumping a massive erection larger than James had ever seen. Brent leaned over, using his free hand to hold himself up as cum blasted from his beast of a cock onto his shirt. One after another, he came creating a river of thick sticky seed on his makeshift cum collector. As his balls emptied, he realized that his best friend just caught him jacking off to orgasm.. "Damn, look at all that cum. Dude, if I knew you were going to do that, I wouldn't have jacked off in my room." James laughed as he flopped back on the couch pulling down his sweatpants to reveal his own quickly hardening erection. For the rest of day they watched a few more dvds and jacked off together a couple more times. They bonded more that day than they ever had before. The experience they shared was one that they realized was very special... and very very fun. Soon it was almost six and Brent had to get home for dinner. But before he left, they agreed to keep what they did a secret between them and to meet up the following day for another jack off session. These meetings continued as the weeks passed. Each time they became more and more comfortable with each other. The summer quickly zoomed by, marked with a jack off session almost every weekday when James' house was his. Although school soon started, they continued meeting up after class a few times a week or so. ---------------------------- "Cold outside man." Brent said as he began his ritual of stripping down after starting the movie of the afternoon. He pulled his sweater over his head and began undoing his pants. "Yeah, I know. I almost froze my balls off walking home." James replied as he dropped his pants to reveal his semi hard penis dangling low between his legs. Brent chuckled, "Dude, if you don't start wearing underwear you're gonna cum icicles." He finished peeling off his undershirt and pulled down his briefs exposing the obscene appendage dangling down past mid thigh. James laughed, "I was wearing underwear, but I decided not to put them back on after gym class. You gotta try it sometime man, it feels good to not have anything on underneath. It's like freedom... for my dick." Completely naked now, he was laying down a beach towel in front of the T.V. He got up and turned toward the couch to find Brent already sitting on his towel working his cock to hardness. "C'mon man, I'm gonna start without you." "Gonna need this eventually!" James reached into a gym bag they used to store their porn and supplies next the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube they both chipped in for at the drug store. "Good thinkin'." Brent said happily as James flopped into the soft couch next to him on the towel Brent laid out for him. Brent focused back on the actress on the screen. She was a cute asian girl in a schoolgirl uniform in what looked like a locker room. She was making out with a guy that apparently was the captain of the football team. His hands ran down her slender body and squeezed her plump but athletic ass. "She really could pass for a senior cheerleader." Brent thought as his erection grew as his hands explored the ridges and valleys of his hardening erection. James fiddled with the cap on the bottle of lube before turning it over and squeezing a few drops onto his hardening shaft. He placed the bottle between him and Brent and returned to working in the lube. He watched as the girl on the screen pulled off her top to reveal what he thought was an amazing figure. Her breasts were big with pink jutting nipples perfectly sized, her waist was small and her ass was full but firm. His erection was hard as could be as he fantasized what it must be like to suck on her nipples and slide his cock over her warm body. Brent pushed down on his throbbing cock and pointed it straight ahead toward the action on the screen, extending it it's entire eight and a half inches. Eyes intently focused on the screen, he grabbed the bottle of lube with his left hand, popped it's top with his thumb and squirted a long line of the thick liquid across his shaft from the base all the way to the already glistening head. James focused his eyes on Brent as he did this. He watched as the lube slid down his massive appendage, running down the side and into the crease where the shaft and a thick vein met. "I swear Brent, you're addicted to that stuff!" James laughed while stroking his own cock. Brent looked away from the porno and put the bottle back between them. "Hey man, what can I say? Jacking off is so much better with a lot of lube. I don't know what i'd do without it!" Brent replied as he worked in the gooey liquid. His right hand slowly slid up and down the length of his engorged penis with an ever tightening grip while his left hand rolled his testicles gently, massaging the lube into his hairless scrotum. The slick coating made the entire region look shiny and wet. James watched as if in a trance as excess lube pooled into a divot right above where the top of Brent's cock met his pubic bone. After several strokes it rolled down the sides of the base of his shaft, disappearing into the crease between his thighs and balls. "I guess I used a little too much huh?" Brent joked as he spread his legs. "Don't let any get on the couch man, my mom would kill me!" James said. "Not to worry...," Brent replied. With his left hand, he ran his fingers down the side of his sack following where the liquid dripped. James looked on intently as Brent massaged some of the thick liquid into his perineum in a circular motion before finally cupping his hand and bringing the excess lube back over his balls, pausing a moment to massage his sack, then curling his fingers around the thick base of his cock, sliding it higher still to finally to meet with his pumping right hand. He then proceeded to double stroke his cock with both hands, making sure that all of the lube was evenly distributed. "Never let a drop go wasted!" Brent said with a smirk as he squeezed his large cock head with his right hand and stroked the shaft with a tight grip using his left, working the lube into his exposed flesh. Meanwhile James returned his gaze back to the television with extra vigor after watching Brent work his tool like a pro. He reached for the lube and drizzled a good amount more on his own hard cock. On the television the big breasted asian girl squeezed her tits together while a big long cock slipped between them. With every pump she sucked on the engorged head. With every pull away, she made a popping noise as her full lips broke the seal. Her green eyes looked up at him filled with lust. Her hunger for his cock was palpable as she waited for it to return back to her warm wet mouth, licking her lips and whimpering as it slipped back in. "She is so fucking hot." James moaned as he stroked his rod in rhythm with the guy on screen. He bit his bottom lip and gave the head of his cock a squeeze as the big breasted asian girl sucked. The man on the screen reached back and slid a finger into her bald wet pussy while he pumped his cock into her welcoming mouth. Two fingers were buried deep in her dripping slit, his thumb working on her engorged clit. She sucked him deeper and deeper until his balls slapped her chin and he was down her throat. "My god, look at her swallow that cock! Can you believe that? Man, i'd love to slide my cock in her pretty little mouth and cum down her throat." Brent said making a twisting motion with his hand as it pistoned on his thick penis. "I'd like to fuck that tight little pussy of hers and suck on those mellons." James added and his pace quickened. The squeaking noise of lubed cocks being jacked off mixed with the moans on the screen. As if on que, the man in the movie pulled out of her throat and began to unload on her face. "Dude, i'm gonna cum!" Brent said with shortened breath. "Me too." James replied. pumping his shaft with increasing speed while tugging on his balls with his free hand. "Together," they both said at the same time. They made eye contact, grinned, and got to their knees in front of the T.V. Side by side they positioned themselves in front of the beach towel, both looking down on their own greased cocks and each others as they stroked quicker, with tighter grips. They both jutted out their hips in the direction of the T.V. as if the Asian pornstar was there in the room with them waiting to be covered with their seed. Their balls began to churn as the pressure increased. Their bodies shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy as each cock expanded to their maximum size, veins pulsing, heads throbbing, and suddenly exploded with cum. Jets of fuck juice rushed through their shafts and exploded out of their cocks, simultaneously arcing through the air like fountains of creamy liquid. Two thick ropes of cum flew through the air and crashed down at the end of the towel with a heavy splat. Then another, and another as each pumped their hard cocks, milking the creamy cum out. James groaned as he slowed his rhythm, the oozing semen ran down his fingers, his balls, and down his his ass. He watched in awe as Bryce's muscles continued to contract, shooting more and more cum across the room. Seven, eight, nine big loads of cum landing on the towel with a splash into a pool of thick ejaculate. His pace eventually slowed as each pump released less and less cum with reduced intensity. James was always amazed at the amount Brent could manage to shoot and couldn't help but to gape at his thick rod spewing shot after shot of man juice while he slowly stroked his own dick. Finally, Brent collapsed backwards, his semi hard cock slapped his flat belly. He closed his eyes and moaned a long satisfying groan of pleasure. The fingers of his hands ran up and down his still twitching cock and massaged his balls as an orgasmic spasm shot an amazingly strong stream of cum diagonally across his chest and continued to shoot, finally oozing the last bit out of the throbbing tip, settling into a pool in his belly button. James squeezed the last drop off cum out of his own shaft into the puddle on the towel and laid on his back next to Brent enjoying the euphoria of releasing such an intense load with his best friend. James focused back on the screen to see the cute green eyed asian girl scooping the cum off her face and tits into her mouth. She grabbed her lovers cock, and milked the remaining juice into her mouth before swallowing it all. Wrapping her lips around his tool once last time, she sucked it while pulling it back out, cleaning off every last bit of cum. She looked into the camera, cock in hand, smiled and winked as the credits rolled. The end... of one jack off session out of many.