Masturbation 4

“Ok. I’ll show you.” Steven sounds angry, belligerent, almost. We are good friends…not boyfriend/girlfriend. We were never that, although now and then we did experiment  sexually. What do they call that…friends with benefits, is it? 

Steven stands up quickly, and begins fiddling with his belt. He snatches it out of the loops at the top of his jeans and for a nanosecond I wonder what it might be like to be hit with it. This thought would remain embedded in my mind, growing painfully slowly, until many years later, I found out, although from a different guy. 

We had been talking about sex, and in particular masturbation and wet dreams. I have wet dreams only occasionally, Steven told me that unless he masturbates regularly, he has them often. He describes a wonderfully sexual dream but on waking up, he finds himself in a mess and sometimes firmly stuck to the duvet or his PJs. He also describes that sometimes there is discomfort from an ejaculation that is uncontrolled. (An ejaculation can be controlled? Hmm….you learn something new every day.) He also describes male masturbation as being messy….that there’s no telling how much cum there will be. 

“If I’m very horny, or if I’ve been starting and stopping (edging?) there can be loads. Sometimes, not so much." 

Yes, I’d been badgering him to show me how a guy masturbates for ages and I guess I’d pushed his buttons once too often, which is why he now stands before me, jeans and boxers round his ankles and cock jutting out proudly. Actually the sight is more comical than erotic, and I feel the giggle coming. Fortunately, I turn it into a small cough. 

Miss Brain slaps me round the face and hisses, “Just concentrate on his cock!” So I do. It looks immense….angry….that thick vein on top…he wraps his hand around it and begging to pump his fist slowly. I notice he isn’t looking at me, but he is staring at the head of his cock. 

I would happily give him some eye-candy….maybe let him see my boobs (such as they are) or even up my skirt, but he hasn’t asked for anything…in fact he told me not to move….and that’s the moment I begin to feel it. The tingling that seems, weirdly, to be focused on the soles of my feet which are also feeling warm. Then my boobs join the party. Tingling? Hmm..no, not exactly, just a hypersensitivity and growing hardness. 

Steven carries on his solo touching (see what I did there?) and his attention never wavers from his cock head which, I notice is now exuding a clear fluid. Is that sperm…semen? Is that the stuff that could make me pregnant? He’s moving a bit faster now. I’ve heard that boys like ‘lube’ when they masturbate, but Steven hasn’t even spit on it. Maybe some boys like it ‘dry’? 

His left hand has cupped his balls. Okay….I must remember that. His pace has really picked up now, and a quick scan of the corpus Anna reveals that I am breathing deeply and fast, my boobs now actually ache, and a slight shift in position reveals what feels like half a bottle of baby oil swirling around in my panties. I am way beyond “wet”. 

Steven arches his back and grunts, the first sound I’ve heard him make…but then I think maybe we all learn to masturbate in silence? An arc of white, milky fluid shoots from the tip, followed by four more, each of decreasing velocity. When it hits the floor, I notice that it isn’t an even white, it looks…is marbled the right word? There are patches of clear among the white. 

This is the stuff! This is the stuff that could make my belly swell. I realise I am close to cumming in my panties. I mean actually having an orgasm. If I move, any pressure on my clit will do it. So I sit rigidly still until I calm down. 

There’s a scent…something new….something…harsh….like rain on the road on a hot summer day…metallic? The scent is semen. 

I wonder what it tastes like? 

One day, several years from now, I would find out.