Watching a guy get himself off can be really hot. Last night I got to watch Joel. I was showing him some pictures of me in the bath that Harold took a few days ago. He saw the photo at the bottom of this post and got excited, “That’s a picture I could beat off to!”
Really? Okay, cool. I emailed him the picture and settled in to read my book and fall asleep.
Then I started to hear some noises behind me. And Joel’s breathing changed. I looked over my shoulder and there’s Joel with his iPhone in one hand and the other around his cock. He’s looking at my picture. I didn’t realize that he meant right away!
It’s difficult to read when someone is getting very turned on behind me. I kept sneaking glances over my shoulder. Normally I would have just jumped him at this point, but I haven’t been feeling well. Still, I was enjoying the vicarious pleasure.
Joel must have noticed me looking because he decided to make it easier for me. He came around to my side of the bed so I could have a better view. It’s amazingly sexy to just watch his hand slide up and down his very hard cock. I like to see his face too because I’m not normally focused on that when we have sex. The face is very expressive before, during, and immediately after orgasm.
But I guess that still wasn’t close enough for Joel. He suggested that he come all over my chest, with the promise of cleaning it all up afterwards. Okay, I like that. So then he was kneeling over me with his huge cock right there. I had to remind myself that this is not my boy who is into CBT. Must not grab balls. But I could hold onto his hips.
Very soon, he was coming. Sadly there was very little ejaculate since he had beaten off the night before. I did get a few spurts and dribbles. And he did clean it up, but not with his tongue like a nice boy.
I appreciate the reminder that making love doesn’t have to mean intercourse. We don’t have to have sex, but sexual energy is a powerful way to feel more intimate. And I have to say, a still hard, dripping cock is a beautiful thing.