Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
I'm laying on my back in bed, listening to Frank Zappa's "Inca Roads" on the CD player. I start thinking about you, and how much I miss you and want to be with you. I feel myself getting hard as I think about what we will be doing when we are finally together. I move my hand under my sheets and wrap my hand around my cock. I briefly look out my bedroom door, making sure no one else is around before I start. I turn the music slightly louder, so it will cover any noises I might make. I start moving my hand along my cock, smiling at the feeling. I close my eyes and start to fantasize as I pump.
I form a mental picture of you, naked on a bed next to me, I can almost feel you pressed against me. I start to kiss you, you move your hand down to my cock and start pumping. I kiss you more passionately as you squeeze me harder and pump faster. I break the kiss, moaning at the feelings. I move my hand to your breasts and run my hands over them. I feel the temperature of your body rise just slightly. I start to kiss your neck, and hear a slight moan. I feel a slight pressure building up within me. I know that I'll be having an orgasm within a minute. The fantasy intensifies. You move your mouth to my cock and start sucking, moving your hands along my inner thigh. I feel the pressure increasing, and suddenly the fantasy totally stops, as I'm concentrating on nothing now except the feeling of an impending orgasm. I open my eyes and start moving my hand faster, and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I feel the fluids rushing thru me, but I lock all muscles down there, to keep them from escaping, thus proloning the indescribably good feelings of my orgasm. I can feel muscles within me desperately trying to push my fluids out. I look down to watch myself as I orgasm, and finally I can't hold the fluids in me any longer, and they come bursting out of me. I watch as fluid shoots out and flies a brief distance and lands on me, near my chest. Then some more fluid just dribbles out, not really going anywhere. I pump for a few more seconds, as the last feelings of orgasm fade away. I stop my pumping and realize that thruout the entire orgasm, I had been whispering your name very softly. I lean over, grab a couple tissues and then start to clean up the mess.