Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I've always loved the way a man's body looks when he's cumming. The way his muscles tighten, the way his dick tw ps, the way his cum shoots out like a fountain. It's beautiful. I've watched so many pornos that I can pretty much cum just watching a guy masturbate. That's why I'm here at the university.To watch. And maybe even join in.
I'm sitting in the dorrmitory, a place where students go to get away from it all. There's a knock on the door, and I sigh. Come in. It's me, your friendly neighborhood pervert. Open the door. Please.
The guy I'm watching doesn't know I'm watching.He's kneeling on the bed, stroking his dick, and I'm just sitting here, watching, and waiting for my turn. I've never played" with a guy before, but I've always wanted to. Just never had the courage to go up to one and say, "Hey, wanna play with my tits?" or whatever comes into my mind.I'm not even sure what I would say. Maybe, "I wanna see you cum." That might work.
I'm not sure if I M ready to cum yet. I need to see more of this guy. Who is he? Where did he come from? What does he want? How can I help him? These are the questions that keep me up at night.I need answers.
I've been watching this guy for about five minutes now. He's a freshman, and I'm a senior. We re in our own worlds, studying and working and playing by ourselves. It feels good to be on my own, but I long for companionship. This guy could be my companion. Or more accurately, I could be his.I'm watching him as he strokes his dick, and I'm gonna do the same thing. I'm gonna stroke my dick while I watch him. I could be the one who helps him cum. I could be the one who makes him feel good. I could be the one who gives him that first touch.
Chapter 2
I keep watching this guy, and I can tell he wants me. He keeps looking my way, and I can see his dick twitch every time he thinks about me. Finally, I make my move.I don't know what comes over me, but I just go up to him and start rubbing his dick through his pants. I feel so naughty, but it feels good. He pulls my hair, and I let my hands wander wherever they want without regard for where his dick is. When I feel his dick, I stop. I know I should stop.