I’ve known I’ve had a full blown kink for sexting, phone sex, and mutual masturbation for a while now. Ever since discovering the naughty side of chat rooms and the fun to be had on AIM, I’ve been hooked. No matter if I have a regular partner for sex, my body still craves the feeling of an orgasm from stroking, and nothing is better that having a relative stranger join me through chatting or talking.
This particular playful session happened a while ago when I was in Louisiana doing volunteer work after hurricane Katrina. I had a long term partner I met on AOL (we’ll call her Bri). Bri and I had clicked on the perviest level and we quickly moved from chatting to texting and phone sex. We talked almost daily, masturbating together, for each other, and exploring our dirtiest thoughts together.
I was staying in volunteer housing, an old converted warehouse with bunk beds made from 2x4s and plywood. The walls were the same. With around 100 other volunteers staying there too, privacy was basically non-existent beyond the sheets we all draped around our beds.
On this night, Bri had texted me feeling extremely horny. Usually we flirted a bit but she came right in with “I want you to know I’m teasing my clit right now”. I felt that electric jolt of excitement and lust surge through me as I typed back “I’m heading to my bed” as I quickly walked to my little sheet covered cave. I was hard by the time I laid down and saw her response “I need you to stroke yourself for me.” I slide my hand into my shorts and quietly groaned as I felt my hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and begin pumping for her. We texted back and for clumsily using T9 (told you this was a while ago). I described for her the feeling of my precum spilling out of my uncut tip, my hand smearing it along my shaft with each pump. She told me how badly she wanted to see it, to have me watching her plunge two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. I lost track of time as we edged together for the next 1.5 hours. I realized how late it was when the building lights went out. Everyone had gone to bed. “I want to hear you. I need you to hear me moan when I cum.” We’d phoned before but seeing Bri’s naked, horny desire made my cock twitch in my hand, it was all I could do to hold back the orgasm. “Hold on a sec” I responded. My mind raced, there was no where private in here. It was too quiet, I’d be heard anywhere I went in this warehouse.
Outside. I’ll go outside, I thought. I tucked my dripping, throbbing cock into my shorts, suddenly realizing my precum had soaked them…the feeling turning me on more…and crept out into the night. The air was humid and cool and I looked around for somewhere to go. In the moonlight, I saw it. And old tractor sitting in a field a little ways away from the building. This would be perfect. I walked over, heart pounding with desire, and climbed into the cab. My mind was swimming with the pink cloud of lust and desire, and I didn’t even text Bri back. I called. Sliding my shorts down as the phone rang. She answered with a moan “babbby”. I groaned back, uncontrollably, the sound of her voice and the feeling of the moist, cool air on my cock pulling it out of me. We masturbated together, moaning, barley speaking full words. Bri naked in her bed, me half clothed outside in an ancient tractor. It didn’t take long. “Oh god I’m cuming. Cum with me baby please, please!” she moaned and I couldn’t stop from joining her. I exploded, groaning loudly into the Louisiana night for her. As we both listened to each other pant and giggle, my head cleared enough to let her know where I was. She cooed in pleasure, knowing what I’d done to make sure she’d been able to hear me cum for her.
After a minute or so we said good night and I headed back inside. It was a good thing the lights were out, the darkness covering the mess on my short. I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. Happily exhausted after one of the most phone mutual masturbation sessions I’d ever had.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ufel7v/just_because_i_m_was_staying_in_volunteer_housing