Don't Move

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Don't Move
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Tue, 07-14-2009 - 5:01pm

I am standing in my boxer shorts next to the bed, ready to climb in for the night. As I reach out to pull down the sheets, I suddenly feel your presence behind me. Before I can turn around, you step out of the darkness, reach around my waist, hug me tight against your naked body and whisper, "Don't move."

I feel your hot breath on the back of my neck as you kiss and nibble me. Your hands run up my sides and onto my chest, fingers pressing and massaging me. I don't know what to do, but your words echo through my head and keep me standing motionless, staring across the room, wondering what you will do to me.

Your kisses move down my neck and across my shoulders. Your hands work down my chest, teasing across my nipples, then down my ribs. You paused briefly to stroke my sides up and down, then cross your arms around me, pulling me tight against you.

"Don't move," you whisper again, as I feel your right hand move down my stomach and onto the front of my boxers. You cup your fingers between my thighs and press your hand against me. I feel you fondle me through the fabric, and the tingling in my groin increases.

Your fingers find the opening in front and contact bare skin, the base of my shaft, sending a jolt of electricity through my thighs and a low groan of pleasure resonating in my chest.

I feel your fingertips exploring the base of my manhood, then your thumb pushes down to encircle me with your forefinger. The rest of your hand closes its grip on me, and begins squeezing me in a slow, milking motion. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of sensual awakening throughout my legs, thighs, and groin.

As my stiffening continues, you release your grip and let your fingers move down the length of my shaft. I feel each finger caress the ridge of my head, slide over the tip, and draw a sample of the slippery fluid you have produced from me. Each finger gathers a bit, creating a trail of lubrication down along the sensitive underside. Your hand closes on me again and begins a slow, gentle stroking. The sweet friction I feel there generates involuntary throbs along my shaft. I hear your breath quicken as you feel my manhood pulsing against your palm.

"Don't move," you whisper as you release me and pull down my shorts. As you pull my shorts off each foot, I feel you guide them further apart. I stand facing away from you now, fully naked and spread, wondering what plans you have for my aroused, rigid member.

Your right hand returns to grip my shaft, finding it even harder than before. You step to my side and, still holding me, run your other hand across my back and down onto my ass. Wonderful sensations flow through me as your fingers grip, rub, press, and grope my backside. I consider how you must enjoy feeling my throbbing in response to this sweet massage.

Next I feel your fingers gather in the small of my back and begin traveling downward between my cheeks. Your touch is slow and deliberate, as each finger rubs its tip across my anus, onto my peritoneum, then stopping at the base of my scrotum. There you press into me, feeling the hardness at the very foundation of my erection. Your fingertips massage into me, exploring and caressing the fullness within my body.

Once the pressure between my legs is released, the next sensation I feel is the weight of my testicles being lifted in your palm. Your fingers close on my sack and you spend several minutes enjoying the fullness of my aroused genitalia in your hands. Your right hand is stroking my shaft to maximum rigidity, pausing occasionally to test its strength against your grip or to draw fresh fluid from the tip. Your left hand wiggles and plays delightfully beneath, fingers exploring my skin, finding and isolating each testicle, gently exploring this part of me. I am struck by the idea that you are holding my sexual parts as if you owned them yourself, and were feeling and enjoying them for the first time.

After a few minutes your hand releases its grip on my erection and takes hold of my own hand. I feel your skin as you pull it toward you, open my palm, and press it into your crotch. My fingers work in between your thighs and are instantly drenched with wetness. We stand like this for a very long time, manipulating each others fully aroused sexual organs to our mutual delight.

But you are not done with me. You place one hand on my back and push, holding me firmly below, bending me forward over the edge of the bed. My fingers are drawn from your silky smooth folds as I reach out hold myself up, bent at the waist, your hand still beneath me, holding my testicles. I feel suddenly exposed and vulnerable, a rush of excitement awaiting the unknown.

I sense you drop to your knees behind me. Your grasp returns to my erection, but there is a new sensation at my testicles. I feel your lips and your tongue playing with me now, kissing and licking the very sensitive skin between my upper thighs and my scrotum. My knees buckle slightly and you tug on me, pulling me downward onto your upturned face. Your mouth and your gently stroking hand are driving me absolutely crazy.

Now I feel a pulling sensation between my legs, and I realize you are drawing one of my testicles into your mouth, sucking gently, your tongue swirling around it inside your mouth. Simultaneously I feel fingers rising up my thigh, gently stroking and tickling between my legs. I need to keep my composure now or else I will explode in your hand and onto the bed. That would feel great for the moment, but then you might stop. Please do not stop. I want whatever you are doing to me to continue forever.

Eventually you pause and draw back your face, your hands still manipulating me. I await the next sensation, but nothing happens. Then I realize you are simply looking at me, enjoying a view of me that you have never witnessed before. Your fingers gently touch and move my parts as your eyes inspect my most private places. Again I feel vulnerable, but I dare not move for fear this amazing experience will end.

When you finally stand up again you take hold of my waist and move around in front of me, stepping between me and the bed. This is my first view of your face since we began, and I see a distant hunger in your eyes. You bring your lips toward mine and gently we touch. The feeling is electric. I press forward to kiss you deeply, but you push me back.

"Don't move." Your words slay me. I am desperate to feel the friction of your body against mine. But you are clearly in control of my body right now, and so far, I am grateful for that.

You kneel again, in front of me this time, your face level with my yearning sex. You reach out, gently take hold of my head, and begin squeezing and rolling me between your thumb and fingers. As you produce drops of pre-cum from my hole, I watch you dip into it with your fingers and trace glistening circles around and around the head. Then you touch my hole again and draw a sticky line out several inches. Again and again you do this, eventually touching your lips with the wetness from your finger, leaving a tiny shimmering line connecting us.

Now your fingers lift my head upward and press my shaft flat against my stomach. You hold me there as your other hand touches and presses softly along the exposed underside, tracing fingertips along each little ridge and surface you find there. Then down to my testicles again, where I feel you caressing and rubbing my sack. I look down and see you staring open mouthed at my sex, as if concentrating, as if intoxicated by the sight. I realize a sudden voyeuristic thrill, as if I am watching you from a distance, and you are unaware or uncaring that the rest of me is there at all.

You have never played with me like this before, though it seems you have planned this in advance. You've held and stroked me so many times before, but not like this. Then it occurs to me; before was always for my pleasure, or at least for our mutual pleasure. This erotic scene is making sense to me now. You are arousing and exploring my body for your own enjoyment. For that, you need my cooperation and my genitals. Nothing else.

Once again you raise up and stand in front of me. Your hand still pressing my erect penis up onto my stomach, you step toward me and press your body into mine. Your hand releases me onto your smooth pelvic mound as you encircle my waist with your arms. You press hard against me now, rocking slightly, grinding onto my hardness. After a moment you step back, releasing my erection to its normal, outward-pointing position, then you press into me again. There is no resistance as the head and length of my shaft slips effortlessly into the smooth, wet crevice between your legs.

"Don't move," I hear again, though the words are no longer necessary. You want to use me, and I want to be used. Holding me tight between your thighs, your hips begin to rock back and forth, pressing into my pelvis and then away, sending the head of my penis back and forth through the slippery folds of your swollen lips. There are noises too, slurping wet sounds between us that you don't seem to hear, or perhaps you do hear and the noises are driving your passions even deeper. I need to hold on, I must not cum now. The lack of friction on the underside of my shaft is all that prevents me from shooting my seed through your legs and onto the bed behind us.

When you have finished having your way with me in this position, you lean back and pull both of us onto the bed. You wrap your legs onto me and push me here and there, until you have me on my knees, hips raised, my erection directly above your sex.

"Don't move." My heart skips a beat as I realize this sweet torture will continue. Beneath me you spread your legs apart and raise your knees to my sides. Taking hold of my head again, you place it on your mound, then sweep me up and down through your juices. Your hips raise and rock against my hardness as you raise and push me into your clit, then tilt and slide me down between your swollen lips until my head rests against the rim of your vagina. It takes all of my restraint not to release my weight, press downward, plunge myself completely into you. But you are in charge of my body tonight. If you need me to fill you quickly and completely, I know it will happen.

The sight of you beneath me is so erotic. Your legs are raised high, your hips straining upward, rubbing my shaft through your wetness in one hand, frantically manipulating your clit with the other. Your eyes are closed, your expression focused on the approaching orgasm. I keep thinking I should be doing something to help you, but so far your instructions have been quite explicit. I stay hovering above you, watching and enjoying, wondering how long you have had this desire to use my willing body as the object of your desire.

Your breathing stops, you are on the brink. I don't know how long I can hold myself in this position, but somehow I will. Then your hand reaches around me, pressing on my back, pulling me toward yourself. "Now!" you shout, and I fall hard upon you, meeting your hips thrusting upward, driving me deep into your wet warmth. Your eyes shoot open, staring into mine, or perhaps beyond. Inside you I feel your spasms clench and release me, your depths churning against my head, milking me quickly to my own orgasm.

"Don't Move," you gasp, grinding out the final throws of your passion onto me, churning my shaft through your depths. I press hard into your body, feeling spasm after spasm flow between us. I have never felt your orgasm in such exquisite detail before. Every squeeze at the base of my shaft, every lurch and flip of your cervix across my head, the hot liquid of my own cum flooding back onto me. You moan and convulse beneath me for what seems like hours, hands grabbing across my back, my ass, my shoulders.

I watch your beautiful face slowly return to a calm, if exhausted, state. Your eyes open again and look into mine, bright and twinkling, as if seeing me for the first time. You give me a small gentle smile, but I am beaming at you, so happy to have played my part in your erotic desires.

"So," I whisper, "can I move now?"

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In reply to: jake31_1
Tue, 07-14-2009 - 9:43pm
Wow, wow, wow, that was great! I really loved that.


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In reply to: jake31_1
Wed, 07-15-2009 - 12:04am
EXACTLY the way it's meant to be played...Perfect, Jake.
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Thu, 07-16-2009 - 11:15pm
Wow Jake!
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Thu, 07-16-2009 - 11:46pm

What an erotic ride... Very Nice... Well done.


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Tue, 07-21-2009 - 11:36am
Oh my!

 


 


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Registered: 12-06-2004
In reply to: jake31_1
Tue, 07-21-2009 - 12:04pm

Ivy, please do, I have been hoping for some detailed comments.

To everyone else reading, I believe all the authors here always want to know what you liked in a story, so please stop lurking and comment. That is what keeps us interested in writing and posting stories here.

Jake

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Tue, 07-21-2009 - 2:34pm

Jake, I’ll start at the beginning…

 


 


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Tue, 07-21-2009 - 4:29pm

Wonderful comments, Ivy. I'll respond in kind.

"It’s nice to hear where this feeling begins and how it spreads." - feeling arousal begin and take over is just incredible, I assume for females as well. The male member starts out a relatively insensitive piece of flesh, goes through all kinds of tinglings and sensations that radiate throughout the thighs and groin as it grows, eventually becoming the very center of everything he experiences, as if every touch and every thought begins and ends there. Probably why we get accused of thinking with our penis - at maximum arousal, we are pretty much doing exactly that.

"I adore witnessing this process." - yea!

"Being able to feel and see this awakening in a man is more than erotic to me." - we certainly hope so! It has always seemed to me that a growing erection should be a pretty fascinating thing for a woman to watch, feel, and enjoy. There are not very many transformations like that in nature. I wish we guys had something similar to watch on the female body. Disagree if you want, but it is not the same. You gals are much more subtle, much more hidden.

I do get something a similarly erotic rush from the arousal of the female sex. Foreplay with fingers to clit, massaging for a few minutes, then taking a dip down her slit to fondle swelling lips and increasing wetness. I have heard women accuse guys of doing that (dip sticking?) to check when we can get on with sex, but for me it is the same thing you are describing: witnessing the process of her arousal. That first touch of wetness never fails to send a jolt through me and a moan out of me.

"What is it about this voyeur thing?" - so glad that struck a chord with someone. I think most of us want to be used by our lover, objectified even, at least for a little while. I definitely wanted to explore that here. And I definitely want to read a female's story about that, if anyone is looking for inspiration.

"I wonder if he is on to me the way you describe here…" - you cannot know. If you became aware of it instead of losing yourself in the act, then it has already ended.

Please do continue, this is great fun.
Jake

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Tue, 07-21-2009 - 6:00pm
I enjoyed reading how it feels for you... I know how I feel as a woman but men don't explain how it feels for them...the sensations going through your body..I loved it!

 


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Wed, 07-22-2009 - 9:21am

I enjoyed the story. The detail was arousing. (Wishful dreaming on my part) I did think for a little while

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