I’m a nineteen-year-old guy in my first year of college. I love everything to do with sex—magazines, books, films and, of course, masturbation. I love getting my rocks off any way I can.
One weekend, when my family went to visit our relatives in a distant city, I had the run of our apartment. I decided to turn our guest room into a playroom. I moved the furniture around, covered the floor with newspaper and cardboard, and carried the big mirror from the front hall and set it up against the wall. Then I warmed up some vegetable oil in a pot.
Armed with my well-thumbed stack of Penthouse Letters, my bong, the oil and a roll of paper towels, I went into my playroom and stripped. First I admired my fine, youthful body in the mirror. I ran my hands over my tight muscles, caressing my shoulders and biceps. My cock sprang to a respectable six inches. I did a few hits on my bong to heighten my sensations and poured the warm oil all over my chest. It ran down my flat belly, dripping onto the newspaper. I spread it all over my body until I glistened and shone like a Greek god. I lay down, and while flipping through a current issue of Penthouse Letters with one hand, I oiled up my cock with the other.
I swung my legs up and braced myself against the mirror so I could get a good look at my family jewels. My smooth, hard buttocks shone with the oil, and I kneaded them with my free hand. My scrotum was completely relaxed, and I pulled at my swollen, glistening balls, running my fingers through my thick, oil-drenched pubic hair. Then I sat on the newspaper cross-legged.
My cock was purple with anticipation. I jerked on it wildly as I read the letters. Seeing myself in the mirror was such a turn-on. I let the tightness in my groin reach a fevered pitch before I stopped jerking. Then, when I regained my breath, I started beating my meat again, bringing myself even closer to the point. I rocked back and forth on the newspaper and moaned as I cranked my swollen prick, no longer able to focus on the magazine.
Sensing my orgasm was near, I went over to the bureau and pulled out the top drawer halfway. Then I put a pillow for my head at the base of the bureau. Swinging my legs over my head, I braced my feet against the underside of the top drawer and put the head of my cock to my lips. I groaned and pushed harder. The tip of my cock slipped into my mouth. My teeth closed around the purple head and I bit lightly on my hot, salty flesh. I could not get my cock any further into my mouth, but my balls hung down and suspended themselves inches away from my eyes.
Glancing to the right, I could just see my pleasure-contorted body in the mirror. That was too much. I started jerking my pole for all I was worth. As I was about to release, I positioned the head of my cock inches above my eager mouth. Splashes of hot come splattered into my mouth and ran onto my heaving chest. I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. I was so thorough, I didn’t even need paper towels to clean myself. Then I realized that this was just the first hour of my first day alone. Name and address withheld