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First night in New York

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 04 Mar 2000 1 comments
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I had one of my most powerful orgasms masturbating one night in New York city. I had come to NY on a short business trip. It was my first time there and I was so excited. Everything about it was interesting and new. Our group had been put up in a decent smaller hotel near Central Park. We got off the plane and had business to do all afternoon before settling in to our hotel. After being bombarded by all the new sights and experiences I was so jazzed by the time I got to my room that, when I unzipped my suit pants my cock was straining out of the fly. I quickly stepped out of my pants, leaving them, along with the rest of my clothes, in a pile by the door. The closet had a nice, long mirror on the door. I lubed up my bursting, needy rod and began to stroke it as I admired my hard-on in the mirror. I started with long, steady strokes, pulling down on my balls with the other hand to lengthen it, then squeezing the glans as I stroked outward. Before long I began to buck my hips as I stroked harder and faster. I grunted and groaned, louder than I usually do, revelling in the incredible hardness of my cock's shaft and its swollen purple head. It didn't take long to get to the crisis. I was about to cum! I thought, 'No! This is too great to do just now! I want to share this one!' My room was on the third floor and looked out onto the street. The window had a deep sill, so that I could kneel in it. I moved to the window, threw open the curtain and knelt in the window, slamming first one hand, then the other, sometimes both at once desperately up and down my purple rod. If anyone cared to look, I was silhouetted in the back light from my room and, no doubt, lit up in front from the street lamps. Finally, I could go no longer. I felt the cum rising from my balls. I arched my back, let go of my cock and started tweaking my nipples. My penis strained outward, then spasmed upward as the first jet of hot white cum shot out of it. The long glob of streaming jism shot at least six inches to splash on the window pane. It bobbed downward then jerked up again as a second, equally powerful rope of cum flew out, hit the pane and began to slide down it. Another and another exploded forth; then I grabbed my cock and stroked wildly for a few more seconds as longer, less powerful spasms ran the length of it, milking more cum out, which dribbled on the windowsill and my legs. When the last drops of what seemed like a quart of cum oozed out from between my stroking fingers, I looked at the result. Cum had hazed the window like a glass of milk thrown at it and had pooled at the base of the pane. My thighs were spattered with pearly droplets and cum was slowly dripping from my hand, which cradled my cock head, now dark red as it gets when I'm cumming hard. I looked out at the street. A guy was down there, across the street, looking right up at me. Our eyes met. He cradled his crotch in his hand, outlining the huge bulge in his pants, then clapped a few times, smiled and walked off.