In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:
I saw a posting saying something along the lines of “Married guy looking for jo buddy” and he sounded great. I clicked on his profile and was surprised to see not only his full real name, the city he lived in, etc. but a photo of a very good looking guy. I went to Yahoo messenger and sent him a message: “What would I have to do to be able to jack off with you?” Later I got a reply: “Just pick a day and time and let’s meet!” I did, and it was the beginning of three years of the best sexual friendship I ever had.
We met in a restaurant parking lot and talked for a few minutes. He was really friendly, masculine but gentle, I could tell he was a really good guy. He said he knew a place we could go to park the car and jack off. I would never have thought I’d do that, but he assured me we’d be fine and I felt I could trust him. We drove a couple of blocks and parked in the side lot of a warehouse. We had a clear view of the street and the front lot. Turns out there were two side lots and entrances and this one was never used. He smiled and put his hand on my bulge. I was ready. We undid our pants and pulled our dicks out, rubbing them for a bit before our hands naturally went for the other’s dick. His touch was incredible. He then pulled out a jar of Albolene and unscrewed the top. From that moment the sound of that lid opening became one of the most erotic sounds ever to me. He lubed his hand up and put it on my dick, and I did the same. We stroked each other perfectly, each in a different rhythm like we knew exactly what the other needed. After a while we both said the same thing at the same time: “It feels like my hand was made for your dick”.
He offered me poppers, which I passed on. In time I came to love using them but only with him. We stroked for a long time. At one point we started nuzzling each other. His beard felt so good on my neck, then on my face. Then he kissed me long and deep. After a couple of hours, I asked “Shouldn’t you be getting home?” He replied “I don’t care. This is where I want to be.” We went on, and then we knew the time was right. We stroked each other just the right way and both shot huge loads of cum. Mine was all over the front of his dash. His was a thick glob all over my hand. We cleaned up and went back to my car at the restaurant. Before I got out of is car I kissed him deeply, and he didn’t mind even though we were in plain sight. He asked what I was doing the rest of the week. I said “Jacking off with you, every day.” And we did. For the entire week we met in that lot and stroked each other for a couple of hours. And for the next three years we did it anywhere from three to five times a week. Sometimes I’d meet him for lunch and again after work. Sometimes I’d get a room and he’d come over at lunch, after work, and again the next morning before work. We mostly jacked off. Sometimes I’d suck him, and twice he fucked me. It was a perfect sexual friendship. And for three years, neither of us ever had an orgasm unless it was the direct result of the other.
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