Shooting a Load  Sent in by Bill

When I jerk off, I usually have an image in my head.  Sometimes it's a woman
friend of mine that forms the basis of my fantasies.  Sometimes it's a man,
or, more often, an imaginary man of my dreams.  I'm more turned on by women
and there are many who excite me.  With men it's different; it's rare for me
to desire a person of my own sex.

Today I shot two loads in my boxers while humping the bed, thinking of a
friend called Sheila.  Sheila normally wears blue jeans or, when she's at
work, black stylish trousers.  Today, she had a short black skirt on and
black tights to match.  My boxers, soaked with white come, showed how much I
had appreciated seeing her today.  I wonder if she gets wet fantasising
about whether or not I come when I think about her!

Later, glorying in my own maleness, I thought about how nice it would be to
have another guy in bed with me, someone to share cocks with!  He'd have
blue eyes, fair hair, be clean-shaven and boyish, perhaps in his mid
twenties.  He and I would be good friends but would be sharing just a little
more with each other. Lying on the bedroom floor would be the clothes he was
wearing before he found it so necessary to discard them to indulge his
urgent passion with me.  I'd have helped him with that process, of course,
before getting between the sheets with him.

What a delight it would have been for me to watch him, earlier, as he posed
in his sexy blue Levis, white cotton T-shirt and brown leather outdoor
shoes, a cool clean guy!  And what a thrill to feel his bulge through his
jeans and to nuzzle my face there before slowly undoing the brown leather
belt and top button.  The sound of the zipper and the view of his boxers,
bright sexy red!  Ohhh, just to think about it is fantastic!  His jeans now
lie at his feet.  I explore him no more for the present, to build the
suspense.  He sits on the bed and with my help, I take his shoes off, his
socks now, and fumblingly free the jeans from around his ankles.  The aroma
of his body is overwhelming me so that I can hardly stop my hands shaking
and deal while I deal with the business at hand.  I delight in every part of
him and what he's wearing.  We stand up now, each in his boxers, kissing.
Because he's a good friend of some years, the passion is all the more
exciting!

My cock is hard, erect, pulsating.  So is his!  I feast my senses on him,
sight, smell and the sound of his voice and his breathing as his whole
being, close to me, boils with passion. For the moment, nothing matters but
our ecstasy.  Neither of us knows what's come over us!  How could we have
got ourselves into this state? He presses on my shoulders, willing me to go
down on him. That I do.  I pull his boxers down and see his uncut cock, with
the head appearing.  Gently I play with the foreskin and see pre-cum seeping
out.  I play with his perfect cock for some time before he tightens and
shoots all over my face and chest.  I'm in heaven!  I kiss him on the lips
and both our faces end up smeared in his cum. He wants something from ME now
and so we repeat the exercise with me supplying the creamy liquid this time.
  We swap our wet boxers and tumble on to the bed, spent for now, but
delighting in the wonderful feel and smell of each other's body, lost to the
world and its cares.  Our come is combined into one white substance, whose
smell permeates the room.

But all I have is my own come filled boxers and there's no one there in bed
with me.  It's been a delicious fantasy though!

I'd shot two loads for Sheila and now I've shot three for my imaginary
friend.