1. What I Think About When I Masturbate - Part 6 - The Number 38


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Quiteshygirl, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    throbbing penis, rubbing with a regular, slow rhythm. He gazes at me as I watch his large, hairless testicles bounce up and down with each stroke, and see a drop of clear fluid ooze out from the little hole in his wet penis head. I am frozen to the seat, strangely transfixed by what I am seeing. Every cell in my brain is telling me to get out of there now. But something deep inside has a hold on my body, preventing me from getting to my feet and escaping. I find myself staring at his penis in fascination, watching a man masturbating. Nothing is said. As I sit in silence watching, I can feel a tingling sensation in my nipples, and my cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. His actions gradually increase in speed, as he looks down at this shy, 19 year old girl, who is staring at his throbbing cock in fascinated silence. His breathing becomes heavy and his hand works faster. He takes a step closer, standing only a metre away. I see a dribble of creamy white fluid appear from his penis hole, and then he gasps. Ejaculating several times, his semen pumps out over his hand, down his fingers and then drips all over the gravel floor of the shelter, some drops landing on his trousers and shoes. I’ve never seen a man ejaculate for real before. My only experience has been looking at video clips on Lush. Suddenly, it’s happening right in front of me. This complete stranger has masturbated and ejaculated only a few feet from me. I gaze at his twitching penis as it drips with his cum. ...
    Breathing heavily, he puts his left hand into his jacket pocket and pulls out some tissues. He wipes his cum covered hand clean, as I watch his penis head still leaking with semen, dripping onto the ground. He wipes it dry then pushes it back into his trousers and sits down again beside me on the seat. I look out of the window, ashamed of myself for watching him, but aroused by what I have just witnessed. We sit in silence for a few minutes. He coughs, then speaks in a quiet voice. “I do hope I haven’t offended you.” I continue to look out the window. I don’t speak. But, despite myself, I shake my head. “Oh good. I wouldn’t wish to,” he says softly. The bus is coming up the lane. I stand up and pick up my rucksack. “My niece used to enjoy watching me,” he adds, almost to himself. I get on the bus. As it leaves, I see him again sitting there looking at the ground. Sad. Lonely. A week goes by. I’m waiting for the bus and I'm wearing a blue blouse and black mini skirt. He arrives in his car, gets out and locks the door. He enters the small shelter and smiles. “Good morning. Not so nice today, though.” “No. A bit cloudy,” I reply. He sits beside me, and we sit in silence for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the early morning birds singing in the trees. After a pause, he stands up, and I hear him pull his penis out. Without a word, he starts to masturbate. I turn and watch him. He is standing closer this time, right in front of me, his legs almost astride my knees. I gaze at his ...
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