CHEERING ME ON… (“Solo” Masturbation)

To you, whoever you are, baby, Daddy is waiting right here—as fresh, potent, and ferociously insatiable, physically healthy, youthful, and powerful as I was in my early twenties. Likely, even more so. When you finally show up, know that I’ll be ready for everything you want me to do, even if that means me taking “care” of myself when you are too tired to help, or if you simply want to enjoy the show of my self-pleasure.

Even then, I desire that you lend a helping hand as so…

One of my favorite things to imagine is waking you in the middle of the night when all is still so that we can disturb our surroundings in our bedroom with intense fucking. I would do so by kissing your lips—both sets—or caressing various parts of your femininity with my hands or swollen manhood. It’s one of the many benefits of sleeping nude. I’m always ready for you at a moment’s notice. You would unconsciously respond with slight moans and the soaking of your sweet pussy. My large frame would disappear under the bedclothes to place my nose near your spot that drives me crazy with its scent and the thought of it wrapping itself around my girthy black cock. You’re the only one who has ever been able to receive all of me.

But tonight, your sleep possesses you, consuming you in a way that makes me jealous. I guess I’ll have to wait to have you. Until then, my throbbing erection demands my attention, and being single for so long has made me a professional at handling such a monumental task. I don’t want to disturb your slumber, but my cock argues against such a thought. Nevertheless, my hands are already slowly rubbing my heavy and full balls as my shaft thickens and fills even more.

I look over to you. You’re still fast asleep. I remove the sheets and blankets from my body, fully uncovering and exposing me and my hard dick to the bedroom air. The dichotomy between the cool temperature of the bedroom and my personal body heat feels invigorating.

Dammit, I wish you were awake.

My left hand firmly holds fast to my dick as my right hand rubs my chest and neck before making its way back down to my flat stomach. I glance at my throbbing unit and briefly chuckle, seeing an ever-growing bulb of precum thicken and then make its way down my shaft. My left thumb wipes at the liquid, rubbing the small amount of elixir all over my dark, crimson helmet. A deep grunt wells from my heart and resounds throughout the still night as my first stroke rubs against that ever-so-sensitive nexus of nerves on my cock. My right hand joins in on the deliberate strokes.

“Look at you go.”

My glance darts to see you entranced by my self-sufficiency.

“Baby, thank God you’re up!” I continue slowly stroking my dick as I beg, “Can you help me?”

You smile at me. “I like what I’m seeing. I don’t want to interrupt.”

My cock-rubbing doesn’t cease. “Please. I need your pussy.”

You begin to move, and I tear my hands from my penis, convinced that you will take your ***rightful*** position on my pulsating dick. But, you do something else.

“Sit up, baby.” You tell me.

You take your position behind me and pull me back, placing my bald, brown head between your supple, pouting tits. Both of your legs sit on either side of me. I feel the inviting heat of your pussy as it radiates against the middle of my back. You rub my pecs, shoulders, traps, and neck as you lick and nibble at my ear.

“You’re doing so well, Daddy. I’m going to cheer you on.”

I grunt, still rubbing my fat length. “Girl, you’re gonna pay for teasing me.” I turn my head to the left and begin sucking at your left nipple. I know they are so sensitive, and I feel your pussy begin to quiver against my back. You turn my head back to face the big job in hand, knowing full well that I can and *will* suck your delicate tits until you cum.

“I want you to edge back and forth, Daddy. No cumming until I allow you.”

I eagerly nod, exhaling a deep breath as I set my mind to ride the wave that has solidly built itself in the base of my balls. My shaft is streaming precum as my heart begins to pound. My left hand is working faster as my right hand grabs and pulls at my nuts. My left hand hovers around the head, making small, quick strokes. My cock begins pulsing, getting even harder and thicker.

For several minutes, I continue working in the silence that is interrupted only by our unified breathing. Then, my throbs increase noticeably.

“Back off, Daddy. Calm down.”

I slow my strokes and concentrate them at the base of my cock as the frequency of my dick-throb decreases.

“There you go. That’s my big boy.” You kiss and lick my bald head and whisper, “Okay. Let’s climb again. Use your right hand, this time.”

I acknowledge your command with a nod and begin stroking my shaft with my right hand and tugging at my cum-filled balls with my left. Though it’s not my usual arrangement, you instructing me to make it strange is intoxicating. The fact that you’re enjoying me and leading me in my jerk session touches my manly heart in a way all men crave—pure acceptance and unconditional love. I’m utterly vulnerable with you while feeling more powerful than I’ve ever felt.

It’s not taking long before I feel the rise of cum filling my shaft. You see my throbs instantly.

“Back down, baby. You don’t have much longer. You’ll be shooting in a bit. I promise.”

Both of my hands pull at and tug at my balls.

“Now, baby, you’ll use both hands. I want you to stroke really slow this time. But, as you’re about to cum, take both your hands off and let your cock do what it wants.”

“Yes, ma’am. Anything for you.”

You rub my pecs, shoulders, and neck as your lips hover near my ear, whispering your cheers.

My hands slowly go to work. Up….down….squeeze….Up….rub helmet and pre-cum….down….Up…..down…..squeeze….

“That’s it, Daddy. Peak slowly for me. You’re a good boy. I love seeing you touch yourself.”

I slow down even more so I can hear your words of sexual encouragement.

“Stroke that beautiful cock I love so much. Feel me getting hotter for you.”

My breathing increases and my body begins tensing.

“I feel you, baby. I want you to cum for me. I want to see your long ropes.”

My slow strokes continue. It’s coming. I pant, “Oh….ugh….fuck….yeah….okay….I love you.”

“You’re doing so well. You’re almost there. I see it, Daddy. You’re almost there. Enjoy that rise, that approaching edge.”

“Baby…shit…I’m about to cum.”

“I know. Fall into it. Cum for me, baby.”

The intensity of my ejac is all-consuming. I shudder against you as I’m about to erupt, my right ear pressed against your chest. I hear your heart rapidly beating in anticipation of me releasing my load. I take my hands from my shaft and grab both of your legs for dear life as my cum reaches the tip.

“Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh!”

Rope after rope erupts from my cock that points back at us. The ropes finally land on your shoulder, then my traps and chest—the final thick streams decorating my stomach.

“Yeeeessss,” you giggle. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. I love seeing you cum.”

You dab at the streams with your finger, tasting my thick juice and licking the remains off your finger. The thick ribbons give way to short bulbs that fly from my shaft. Several more spurts evacuate my balls before I’m finally empty.

“I see my Daddy doesn’t stop.” You say, laughing. You dabble more, enjoying my very own batch of man-butter. You rub my shoulders and neck as you admire the volume of my liquid love for you. I look up to you, with an *are-you-entertained-expression*, silently begging for your approval. You grin, looking down at me, and kiss me deeply. I taste my liquid lust on your lips.

My breathing decreases as our lips part, and you return to rubbing my broad shoulders and lightly biting my ear.

“That’s my good boy.” You kiss my bald head. “That’s my good boy.”

There I lie, my head between your exquisite breasts for pillows, as you massage me.

After a few moments, you push me up with a giggle. “Now,” you chuckle, “let’s see if I can put on a good show for you.”

My dick, still dripping cum, is ***instantly*** hard again as my blood boils in anticipation of you playing with your hot, tight, wet pussy.

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