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I stumbled upon it while reading pornography on a sex stories site. It was called Solotouch. A site for masturbators to meet masturbators, comprising mainly of men I hasten to add. But it didn’t stop me looking, and for a straight guy that may seem strange.The one thing I have been known to do is masturbate. I have always done it, and in truth, the thought that I am going to work myself up into a state where I actually have an orgasm excites me. It has been known to excite girlfriends and wives too. One particular ex-girlfriend couldn’t get enough of it, and we would spend more time masturbating and watching each other come, than actually fucking. I guess, she was just like me underneath her skin.I created an account for this solo website. I’m not sure why I did it. Well, I am a little sure – shall we call it inquisitive. Very inquisitive, that is. I soon started to look around the site and came across a number of cocks that looked quite nice. I know, a straight guy saying that cocks look nice – unbelievable – but they did, though I have to admit, most of them looked like mine, circumcised and with a nice bulbous head. I looked at some of them and started to wonder. The usual things sprang to mind. How did they masturbate? What did they use? And then the more unusual things started to enter my head. What did someone else’s cock feel like? What would giving a blow job feel like?Within a week of being on the site, I found myself wanting to find a masturbation buddy. I envisaged a drink down the pub, a short walk to his house or flat, strip off and masturbate until we were both satisfied, a post-coital chat and a drive home. Maybe even meet a second time if we both wanted it. At the time of thinking all this through I never once considered what my wife would think of it all. Whether I should tell her or not? Or whether she would want a divorce? I suspected the latter.Everyone on the site shared photos, stories and masturbation techniques and so I had to join in with the fun. I posted up a few pictures of which I am quite proud. I even felt like standing out a little from the crowd, and so, one evening, I pinched my wife’s stockings and suspenders and took a few selfies of myself istanbul travesti wearing them. I have to admit, I looked fucking horny, and in one of the images, I think I would have given myself one had the opportunity arose. I also posted a few masturbation techniques that I have accumulated over time. It wasn’t the normal run of the mill stuff: no Fleshlight, no lube, no soap or shower gel. This was pure erotic masturbation and one that allows you to edge yourself to orgasm.I use it in bed, late at night, when the wife’s snoring beside me. It takes a while and it’s best done with an image in mind that you play over and over, and right now I had a lot of images to play with in my head.Anyway, I posted the technique onto the website and I had a few interested men wanting to know what it was all about and how to do it, despite my instructions being quite clear. I ended up writing a story about it in clear, precise detail describing each and every nuance of the technique.They all loved it. One, in particular, wanted me to show it to him. I would ordinarily have declined if he hadn’t been eighteen years old. He had posted a picture of himself up on the website and all he wanted was a masturbation buddy, someone to wank with. He looked extremely innocent with a slim and smooth body and shoulder-length hair. From behind, I would have labelled him as a female in a ‘spot the bloke’s bum’ competition. But it was his cock that caught my eye. I couldn’t stop gazing at it–strong firm and upright with a lovely circumcised head, just like mine.And he was eighteen. Forty-two years younger than me.We spent a while chatting through the site. We sent numerous emails. He kept telling me that there were no boys or young men his age that he could approach and that he really wanted to do it with someone, in the same room. I asked him about women and he replied that they didn’t interest him in the same way. He insisted they would laugh at his cock. Well, I wasn’t laughing at it at all. Secretly I wanted to hold it for him. Slide my hand up and down it. Watch it shoot its creamy liquid into the air, inches from my face. I imagined how a woman would behave with his cock in front istanbul travestileri of them. I imagined all sorts.We arranged to meet.Meeting took a while, as we had to pick a weekend that Barry’s parents were away. He told me that I could travel down in the late afternoon and back home in the evening. As luck would have it he didn’t live all that far away, seventy miles at most, and in a region that my wife and I used to go walking, so a deception plan was not really needed as the wife’s new job made it difficult for her to join me. I had planned on doing a walk in the countryside on the Saturday morning and afternoon and told the wife that I would be in the hills with some friends.And so it was, that I arranged to meet Barry Townsend.I told my wife a true lie: I did go walking in the morning and had a lovely pint and pie for lunch and towards the early afternoon I headed off to the Plume of Feathers to meet Barry. We would have gone walking together but he had to help out at his local at short notice until the afternoon shift arrived.I headed for the bar and ordered a pint. I recognised Barry immediately. His young features gave him away instantly, but he didn’t recognise me. We had arranged to use a name for him.When I called him Bluey, he smiled at me. We chatted briefly while he served other punters at the bar and it was with some relief that I felt we got on, more as mates having a drink than anything else. The reason I was there paled into insignificance.When his shift came to an end we headed out of the pub, still chatting and having a laugh. It was easy walking into his house. After all, curtains only seem to twitch when there are two people of the opposite sex about to embark on something illicit.It wasn’t until I got inside that I started to have second thoughts. The jitters caught up with me and I found myself becoming anxious and nervous. I don’t know why, because Barry was chatty and upbeat all the time. He noticed my predicament and asked whether I wanted to go through with it as he handed me the coffee. I took a sip and nodded my approval. Then I sealed my fate with a resounding, “Yes.”We headed off to his bedroom. It was small, with a single travesti istanbul bed crammed into the corner underneath the window and a small sofa against the other wall. We looked at each other and it was then that I realised I still had my coat on. I made the first move by removing it, followed by my jumper, and shirt. Barry followed suit.My shoes and socks were the next to get evicted from my body and finally, I dropped my trousers to the floor. I piled my clothes to one side of the sofa and Barry piled his by the side of his bed. We looked at each other; one final move to make and we would be naked. I looked at Barry’s groin. His cock was already flexing underneath his boxers, shaking uncontrollably as he moved from side to side. My own cock strained against my silky lycra shorts that confined its growth to a single line across my body.I saw Barry smile as he looked at me and I returned it. This moment was truly exciting for me and I guess Barry felt the same. I actually wanted to take his boxers down for him but that was not the name of this game, so we lowered our pants together allowing our cocks to spring free.Barry sat back on his bed with his back against the wall, and I sat on the sofa facing him. We both gathered our cocks in our hands and started stroking them. It was normal masturbation to begin with and strange as it seemed, we chatted about how much Barry had wanted to do this very thing, in this very room, for such a long time.He kept telling me how nice my cock was and I was quick to repay the compliment. I watched Barry as his palm came across his cockhead while fisting its length with his other hand. I copied him; rubbing my pre-cum onto the head and making it slip and slide. Barry actually gathered up some pre-cum onto his finger and while watching me, sucked it into his mouth before sighing and telling me how much he loved doing that.I knew exactly how he felt because over the four weeks leading up to our meeting I had done exactly the same, even taking the whole of my sperm into my own mouth at one time. I was actually surprised as to how it felt and tasted.I slowly raised my legs, placing them onto the sofa and I told Barry to follow me. I pulled my balls downward causing my cock to spring upright and become tight in its own skin. I placed my balls between my thighs and closed them together; trapping them. With my balls squashed and nowhere to go and with my cock fully erect and aching, I licked my finger.
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