Date: August 29, 2000 KILT: Jacking on the Roof (t)(mast)(true) ====================================================== Disclaimer:
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Jacking on the Roof by tReSe Copyright 2000 Friday Trese Co. All Rights Reserved.
Most of you have read, "Humping the Bed." It's a story where I've masturbated while thinking of Jason Biggs, star of the movie, American Pie. After writing that story, I've been contemplating whether to write more about my masturbatory explorations while growing up. Finally, I've mustered enough courage and decided to write some of my experiences in this area. I hope this will give you some creative ideas in pleasuring yourself when there's no warm body around to share your lustful desires.
The year was 1991. It was summer. My mom asked me to scrap the old paint and put a new one on the roof - alone. I was reluctant at first, but when she offered a hefty monetary compensation for that service that I would render, I was on the roof in nano seconds. It wasn't how I visualized half of summer would be, but hey, the upside to it I would have some extra cash to burn, exercise my upper body, and have a great slaving under the hot summer sun.
On the third day working on the roof, I had managed stripped half of the roof of old paint. My bare chest was covered with sweat, baby oil and chips of scrapped paint. I decided to take a break. I sat on the rug and reapplied baby oil in my body. I absently poured oil in my navel. I realized that I was putting more than I should when the oil had already covered most of my pubes and wetted my gray boxer shorts. I don't know what came over me, but as the oil continued to flow down my shaft, I instantly became hard.
I looked down on the street and saw that there were few passersby. I decided that no one would know since I'm on the roof and decided to yank my shorts down to my knees. I lavishly began pouring baby oil on my harden rod and it felt so good. This was the first time that I used lubricate other than my precum or soap. I spread the oil on my shaft and balls. Man, it was great. The added thrill in this whole experience was exhibiting this sexual act in public for the first.
As I began to pull my cock up and down, my heart was pounding like it wanted to break free from my ribcage. I continued to leisurely spank my horny pole until I heard my mom calling me for some snacks. I shouted that I would down in a bit. I've come to far to stop now, so, I sped my right hand and jack myself hard. My balls tighten and I knew that I was cumming. When I did, my spank flew to my chest and abs. I then spread the cum all over my body and stayed a bit to let it dry. After five minutes, I went down and had my snack.
That night, neighbor, Gilbert, invited me to play monopoly. The whole night that we were playing, I felt that he was stare at my crotch and then grinned. I got annoyed and asked him why he was doing that. He told me that he saw me jacking on the roof. I was so embarrassed and told him not to tell anyone. He told me that he wouldn't, if I repeat my performance in his room.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, our house is a bungalow. My friend's house has a second floor. His room is facing our house. That's how he was able to see my show.
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