The Knob Goblin

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I returned my gaze to his face and saw that his eyes had been watching my appraisal. His breathing was hard enough for me to notice it.
“Show me how you do it,” I said.
He looked confused by the question. ”Do what?”
I shook my head. “What you do.”
“You mean jack off?”
I nodded. “I wanna see how you do it. How you like to do it. Every guy is different. Some guys like to do it real fast; some do it really slow. Some do long strokes; some stay right on the head and work that.”

He actually seemed impressed that I had that much information. “You seem to know a lot about it.”
I spread his clothes on the floor because they were the only ones that were dry, and made a cushion for him to lie on as I guided him down to the floor. It was odd, I thought, as he positioned himself seated upright with his legs splayed, that he looked much larger than when he stood. By the time he was comfortable and looking back up at me, he was fully erect, the dick in a rigid arc pointing at his belly button. A glittering diamond of wetness bubbled from its tip. I knelt down in front of him.

“You want me to just do it…?” he asked.
I told him I did. “Like you would do it with no one around.”
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on one arm and with his other hand began a long, slow, almost savoring stroke on his shaft. Using only three of his fingers and his thumb he worked it from the base to the tip, circling the circumference of the bulb with his two first two fingers before returning down with a backwards stroke. It was clear it was a sensitive dick, especially along the under flesh. When his fingers glided downward, his balls jumped wide and to the side in their sacks, and a quiver laced the
meat of his thighs and soft flesh of his belly. He did this half a dozen times before opening his eyes and looking at me again, as if awaiting instructions.

I sat down in front of him, hooking my legs over his so we looked like naked Kama Sutra bookends. My dick already had its own heartbeat. Mine was longer than his, and narrower along the shaft. I matched his balls in length and I was uncoiffed, so I had a nice, curly bush of dark pubes. I tilted my pelvis backward so he could have a clear view of my ass as well, because I liked to toy with it occasionally during masturbation. The best way to learn what someone liked was simply to watch them, and I figured this was the easiest lesson to teach.
“Watch me. This is how we each learn what the other likes.”
His gaze was riveted to my crotch as I began stroking. What should have been an exposition of how I normally did myself became an exhibition. I found the idea of performing a private, intimate act for him more than stimulating… so it turned into something more. It was a Salome’s dance done to entice him. I wanted him to see how pleasure looked on me. I fell back on my elbows, giving both my hands freedom in the exercise. My movements became more pronounced, almost exaggerated, as I lifted my hips with each stroke, one hand cupped around my dick for the stroke and the fingers of the other pulling the cheeks of my ass apart to toy the sensitive flesh hidden beneath the soft whorls of hair. With one glance at his face, I could tell I had captivated his attention.

“I like to do it slow like you,” I said in a voice that sounded almost teacher-like except for the breathy quality. “I like to use this hand to play with my ass. It’s very soft and delicate in between the cheeks. When I start to get real excited, I can feel it get very hot.”
As I spoke, he unconsciously began stroking himself again, his eyes never leaving what I was doing to myself.

I stopped, sat back up, and then knelt over him, gently easing him into a prone position on his elbows. His dick was already twice as thick as when we’d begun, the veins engorged as it gently bobbed with the increasing rhythm of blood. I took it in my hand. It felt large and hot… and ready. I mimicked the stroke he’d done on himself, slow to the top, circling the tip and then back down. His balls jumped playfully each time. His face looked spellbound as I took my time on him, finding those special nerves along the way that made him gasp, his eyelids flutter.
“How am I doing?” I asked, making sure I hit every one of his special spots as I delivered the question.
He sucked in air suddenly and swallowed. His eyes found mine and they had that look of someone being swept away. “Great. You’re doing great.”

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