Copyright 2007 by Dwight Scott
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Phone Sex
It was a very unusual situation. I had just moved out of my house after a lousy marriage that was coming to an end. I had gotten a call from an old fried. He and I met almost 25 years ago. We had not spoken for about two years. When I was only 14, he introduced me to male-male jerk-off sessions. This was about 1964 -- well ahead of the current trends.
Anyhow, we talked for a while and he brought up old times and asked me if my cock was still working well. We joked because we were both closer to 60 than 30. That of course was just a method of getting the discussion where he wanted it. I said it was just fine and rising as we spoke. He asked me if I had my cock out, I said not yet but I will do it now. I asked "Is yours"? He said yes and he was stroking it as we speak. I said I was too.
We proceeded to talk about the fun we had. I said I would love to rub my cock on his -- like we used to do all of the time. He would blow me and I would jerk him off and we would jerk off together and jerk off each other but no penetration. I liked that he never suggested it. He knew that I was comfortable with certain play but that I was not going to suck him or anything else. We developed a good play pattern and it had been interrupted.
As we both talked about rubbing our cocks and how much we missed playing with each other's cocks we got close to coming. I asked him if his balls were now covered with gray hair -- he laughed and said yes. I asked if his dick is still curved a little to the left. He laughed and said he was surprised that I remembered.
The fact is there were times when I would jerk off and think about the times we had. I would think about how it felt to have his cock in my hand and help it get hard. I would think how he loved to rub my dick on his lips and then lick it before he put it in his mouth.
I started to think thought about the warmth of his mouth and I was getting close. I say "George" I'm close are you. He said yes and I could tell by his breathing that he was about to blow. He then said - he just shot his load. I think I will take care of this bone sticking out from my pants.