Civic Duty

Having been a regular visitor to SoloTouch going all the back to when the site was just stories, I felt that I had to lend a hand (heh) when asked. So it was that I volunteered to read through the many, many (so many) submitted stories, to make sure everything was on the up & up as far as the new guidelines & restrictions were concerned. For the most part, everything was trucking along just fine. I'd sit down at my computer, read three or four stories when I could, and then move along to something else.

But this weekend, I broke out of my normal habits. Instead of waiting to sit down in front of my computer, I logged in on my iPad. This allowed me to kick back in front of the TV, my wife not six feet from me in her comfy chair (and her own iPad... probably playing Candy Crush or one of its many variants).

I need to clarify something at this point... my wife and I have been together for over twenty years, and we've known each other since we were around 7 or 8. We're best friends who are also very much in love. We are, however, at very different places where sexual interest is involved, and I'm just a little more... motivated... these days. I'm by no means neglected, and she says all I ever have to do is "ask", but sometimes asking isn't where I'm at. So, I masturbate. And here's where SoloTouch comes in.

Reading the old stories today, more than previously since taking on the role of content reviewer, I'm horny as hell! Like, the combination of what I'm reading, and my unknowing wife sitting so close... it's added up into a very intense situation. I can feel the damp spot in my shorts, my increasingly sensitive cock rubbing at the fabric, and I have to do something about it. Sure, I could take the missus up on her generous offer and "ask", but sometimes a guy just really wants to rub one out.

By the time I decide to "call the ball", I'm beyond wanting to go slow. I excuse myself, get to my feet while doing my best to hold the iPad in front of my painfully obvious hard-on and head to the bathroom. Soon as that door closes, the shorts are on the floor and I'm looking in the mirror at an erect middle-aged penis that's throbbing to my pulse and dripping pre-cum. I lightly rub myself a bit, not so much holding my cock as I'm letting it rest in the palm of my hand and slowly stroking along the underside. The pre-cum starts to flow, running down from the tip of my prick and onto my hand, acting as a very fine lube and moving things along nicely.

It hits me. Damn, I wanna cum. I need to cum. If I don't cum soon, I feel like I'm gonna bust... which is a little ironic, right? The idea that if I don't bust, I'm going to bust.

Anyway, that's the point of no return for me. I wrap my hand around my cock, take a nice firm grip, and get serious, all the while watching myself in the mirror. My breathing gets quicker as my hand starts to pump. I feel myself getting "there" as I rise up onto my toes, starting to tense as the building orgasm hits. I cum in thick pulses I feel through my whole body. I coat the counter in gobs of white as I keep squeezing and milking until there's nothing left.

The first thought in my head is "god DAMN".

Second thought, "That was great, time to clean up."

(Editors Note: Thanks for your service Matt! I get it. I was a reader of ST before I met Billie. 1997 for me. I introduced her to the site right before we bought it in 2004. Crazy! Billie and I met in 1998 and have been together since! Thanks again, this was fun to read!