Black As My Soul: Masturbating at Work

October 10, 2003

Masturbating at Work

I was fairly overcome with erotic urges this afternoon. It's amazing to me how real words on a screen can be. I was filled with visions of being seduced, slowly, in my office. For the way I felt and the way my body was reacting it might just as well have happened.

Underneath my desk, I began massaging my cock through the denim of my jeans. That was actually a first. I've never done that before. Not at work. I continuned to do it as I was alone in my office. It felt good and it felt very, very naughty.

When I realized I felt pre-come on my leg—I figured I better ease up a bit. The last thing I wanted was a dark stain in my pants. Right there.

However, I was compelled to complete the act. You understand? I had to.

Suddenly I am walking to the least-visited men's room on campus. I blithely passed through a secure doorway for which I had no key. Would have once upon a time... Of course that could be dealt with later. I was on a mission.

Thank God, the room was empty and clean and there was nothing... distasteful to shut out.

So as soon as I had closed and locked the door to the stall I had chosen (the one all the way against the far wall), my hand went into my fly and I pulled cock out.

I was single-mindedly determined to just get off.

There was nothing smooth or suave or sensual about it. I primarily massaged the head of my cock with much vigor. Soon, because I was otherwise afraid of losing my balance, I bent my knees and leaned back a bit.

So there I was in the stall, with an open fly and an erect cock—and one hand masturbating the hell out of it. I'm a lefty by the way. Actually works well for surfing porn.

I seriously like to get my hips into action when I stroke myself off. It feels better to move. I come harder.

So let's see, furious fist action, grinding hips, and oh yes— you were taking me there.

In my minds eye your soft, warm lips and hot wet tongue were teasing the end of my cock while one of your hands slid up and down the slick length of my shaft. Your other hand massaging and rubbing and tugging on my balls. Jesus you're good.

The wierd thing was (if you take away the fact that I'm musturbating in a public restroom, and that masturbating at work is sketchy anyways) the way I came. The sensation I'm used to is fairly explosive. Utterly mindblowing for a few short seconds, then quickly dissipating.

What happened instead is that when I thought I was coming, I shot twice. Two little spurts. Then the ejaculation stopped but the sensation kept growing. About 20 seconds later I realized I was having the real orgasm. I felt the beginnings of the sensation that tells you that you're about come all over the place.

But I couldn't tell you how many jets shot out of me or where they went. I don't know if my eyes were open or closed. I don't remember hearing anything. All I know for sure is that I kept stroking my cock because it felt so fucking good. All I wanted was to stroke my cock because it felt so fucking good.

I'm used to the fireworks kind of orgasm. I'm used to shooting four, five, maybe six or so times and game over...

But this was like a powerful wave travelling the ocean shore. You hear it coming and it gets really loud by you and then the noise slowly fades into the background. That's how it was. It started low and slow but turned into my entire body quivering and my toes curled up in my shoes like I'm trying to cling to the earth for dear life. At some point thought returned because I realized the wave had peaked. Even though orgasm ending is always a bit of a let-down, I do cherish that wonderfully pleasant wash of good that is put on everything that happens for a while afterword.

God bless privacy.

Thank God no one else came into the bathroom. It was just me and you.

Although I cleaned up aftermyself pretty well, I left one drop of cum on the floor...

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (October 10, 2003 12:31 AM) by writing evil. [+]