So you’ve shared how much you like erections, and how you love the idea of watching a penis being pulled out of the fly of a pair of pants.
First things first. I took the dog for a walk right after I woke up. Having slept naked, I just pulled on a pair of old jeans, very soft, very comfortable. A little loose in the crotch, but still snug enough that if you were paying attention, you’d see a little bulge.
As I walked, the friction of the soft denim brushing against the knob caused me to get a little aroused, and the more aroused I got, the more friction there was.
The perfect feedback loop.
So by the time I got home, I was noticeably meaty. Not hard, but definitely thicker than usual, and I could feel myself bouncing around inside my jeans every time I moved. If you had seen me walk up to my house, you would definitely noticed that I was sporting some wood. Probably could have even seen the outline of the ridge of the knob. I know how you like that idea. You would have liked a LOT.
So I was thinking about how much you would have enjoyed looking. I imagined you getting a little damp down south. It was fun, and I have stayed like that all day.
I drink a lot of water during the day, and as a result, I end up going to the bathroom regularly. Each time I did, feeling my thick, meaty cock brush against my jeans, I thought about you, and how you wouldn’t be able to stop looking.
And then as I unzipped, feeling myself against the palm of my hand, still thru the material, then reaching in with my thumb and forefinger. Finding the fleshy cylinder, maneuvering to pull the head out first. And when the head pops out, how you would coo, seeing the soft, smooth flesh appear. And so I’d take my time in pulling myself out, slowly, revealing more and more, feeling the thickness in my hand. Until I was completely free.
Let myself swing free for a moment, for your viewing pleasure, before I started to take of business.
After I was done with my chore, which took a little longer than usual, it’s hard to pee when semi-hard, I’d have my thick meaty cock in my hand, and I’d have to shake. But not just once or twice. After all, because I’d been semi-erect for so long, there was a lot of pent up fluid still in the shaft, so it would take a good half dozen shakes or more.
I’m imagining you watching me, with my shaft in my hand, my other hand keeping the fly open so my entire cock was free. Your eyes following my hand, shaking up and down.
And after that many, it wouldn’t hurt to shake a few more times. And maybe a few more after that.
But I’m not sure if I’m completely empty yet. Maybe I should tug on the shaft, from the base all the way to the knob. Squeeze like you would a toothpaste tube.
Better do it a second time, just to make sure.
You know, that feels pretty good. I’m now not just meaty, I’m starting to get hard.
I let go for a second. Yes, definitely getting hard. Sticking out into the air, not hanging down anymore. There’s noticeable rigidity there. I can tell you’re admiring the change in position.
There’s no one around. I have a few minutes. I’m thinking about that last message you sent me. And how hot it would be for you to be able to see me right now, how much you would enjoy the view. To the point that your hand has subconsciously found itself between your legs. You’re wearing snug yoga pants, and there’s a hint of a cameltoe that you’ve chosen not to hide. That’s really exciting.
I think I’ll continue.
And so I do, pulling, tugging, squeezing. And suddenly I’m simply stroking, and as I do, I picture you watching, intently, both my hand as well as my face, because I know that I’m lost in the feelings I’m now generating.
I start stroking harder and harder, and I’m completely stiff after all, I’d been semi-erect for some time now. It’s not going to take long to orgasm. I picture your eyes following my every move, hearing my breathing speed up, knowing that I’m going to start shooting soon.
As I get closer and closer to climax, I can’t help myself, I thrust my hips into my hand. Over and over, while squeezing the shaft tighter and tighter. Picturing you absent-mindedly running your fingertips over your crotch, a little more purposefully than earlier.
And then I explode. Groaning, the first spurt shoots out followed immediately by a second, way more powerful, that hits the wall. Then a third, fourth. A few more, but decreasing in their force, which means they’re not clearing the tip, instead, starting to drip down the underside of the knob, the shaft, onto my fingers.
I keep stroking, knowing that you’re still alternating looks at my face and my cum-covered knob, and my hand, now slowly moving. And I continue, but have switched back to working the shaft, much like I was before, but this time, trying to squeeze the last few drops of semen out.
Finally finished, I clean the knob off with a tissue, then my fingers. I’m no longer erect, but still meaty, and still sticking out of the fly. Watching you, I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slip myself back inside my jeans. Zipping up, the friction causes a little involuntary perking up. I look down, and I can still the the contour of the ridge around the knob, as well as the outline of the shaft pointing down toward my thigh. And I know you can see too.
You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed this as much as I did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bqmqup/impromptu_r_voyeur_mf