Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: streeves@netcom.com (Steve Reeves)
Subject: *short* story.. :)
Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 04:22:43 GMT

     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.