On The Air

I've been talking with a couple readers online, and among other things, they've liked to watch me jerk off, the same way perhaps that I love to look at myself. There's a fascination and personal intense connection. It's all me.

And every so often I like to see other guys jerk themselves off - not for a gay thrill - but to see someone enjoying, to see the release, to see the hard and hot and straining spurt and squirt and ooze I know but have only imagined in other guys.

To watch, to be safe, to not have to ask, not have to say the words to him. Can I help?

And I've been exploring the video chat option of jerking off for this one reader, across the country, while he jerks off for me.

Well 2 weeks ago we did it. Late at night (later for him) we set up and pointed our webcams at ourselves. I sat with no pants, no shirt. I fingered and stroked my cock, and watched him do the same, 40 states away, and finger his balls.

He was less hairy than me, and already quite erect, as I quickly was. I saw his face a moment, then he moved the camera. You can see yourself. I imagined putting my mouth onto him, and was very hard.

I slowly jerked myself, licking my hand to lubricate. I had no sense of wanting to hurry. If I didn't cum, I wouldn't. This was much more spectacle than performance.

He loved himself. It was clean and safe. Quickly, we got into a rythym with each other.

I would go slower, and his hand would. He would reach down and cup his balls, so I would do the same with mine. He ringed his cock head and squeezed it, massaging his shaft with short strokes.

I did the same and was getting very excited, feeling the ripening boil in my balls. By taking my visual cues from him, I was having sex, although masturbating myself, with another person, different movements, suprising grasps and touchs.

His cock, purple and slick, flopped back and forth. His legs opened up as he clearly seemed to be going slowly faster, slowly building. I could feel his orgasmic spunk building in that stranger foreign Massachusetts cock. I jerked myself faster, knowing he was watching.

He saw me; my strokes were long, from the very base, in the hairy crevice slick with my spit and the sweat around my shaft, and up to the throbbing cockhead, the opening arrow point. My fingers squeezed from below, along the open vein of sperm roiling up the base.

Working it out, he was jerking with his fist, quicker. I was working mine out, and I shifted. Camera ready, I watched him.

And he spurted onto his stomach. High and ropey, I heard him sigh deeply. He beat the shit out of his hard purple cock, spitting it thick up onto himself.

So good. Mine was coming as well, and I kept my steady pace, because I was not going to hide it. I wanted to show it to him, show it to him now, show him the load he had coaxed out of me, the one that watching him had made me orgasm out. I pushed the top of my cock with my thumb, the bottom of the shaft with my forefinger, and my balls convulsed--

--I came, down my shaft, and forward. For the camera, for this 40-state-away stranger cock. Look, I came. Personal, looking at your cock cum, spunk all over your cock, your stomach, your hand.

He rubbed his cock, getting it slick as he watched. I let my flow bubble and subside, and I took the drops off my head and brought them to my mouth. Stayed a moment, legs open, cock dripping.

Thanks. That was the hottest orgasm I'd had in months. And it was on the air.