At My Computer: A Homoerotic Tale of Jerking Off.
The night was still and silent, save the typing of fingers meandering and rambling on my laptop’s keyboard. I was in the office where I had been for hours and I could feel the heat that had built up in the cabin. The air was heavy with unbridled desire and an inner darkness that, though unspoken, could not be denied.
What I was writing was darker, deeper, and more raw than anything I had attempted before. Transposing the homoeroticism of my inner world onto paper and screen felt strangely liberating, but there was something about the power of this particular piece that made me feel alive. I was crafting a vivid, viscerally charged symphony of words, and all this building intensity and heat was concentrated into a single white cursor that teased and titillated with each new strain of sensuous language.
This was At My Computer: a homoerotic tale of jerking off.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Intimacy of a Home Office
- 2. A Horny Monday Afternoon
- 3. Mindful Masturbation: Intense Sight, Sound and Sensation
- 4. Erogenous Exploration and Oozing Cum-Pleasure
- In Retrospect
1. The Intimacy of a Home Office
A cool, blue, tinged light cascaded out from my computer screen, casting its glow around the home office as I stared at the reflection of myself projected from it. I felt the urge to explore the primal sensation of pleasure surging through my body, to recognize it on my own terms.
Taking off my clothes slowly, one article at a time, I stood naked in front of my computer and began to caress my body with my hands, exploring my contours. I felt the heat stirring in my loins, intensifying as I guided my hands to my twitching cock. I held my erection, feeling it pulse beneath my fingers. I grasped it with an unrelenting grip and closed my eyes. Rubbing up and down, screws of pleasure whirled within me as the intense sensation of pleasure traveled throughout my body. An orgasmic moan escaped my lips as I felt the tightness travel throughout me. I shivered in euphoria, feeling the warmth of my climax spread across my now-damp thighs.
The sensation of satisfaction lingered in the air around me as I finished off that night with a new kind of bliss. My kind of bliss. That night I discovered just how wonderfully freeing my computer could be.
2. A Horny Monday Afternoon
- The Morning Set the Tone
It started out slow, a Monday morning like any other, the sun streaming through the open window as I wrote, my fingers pecking away at the keyboard to my story of a cold winter night. But soon, as the day dragged on, my thoughts became more and more carnal and I found myself in front of the computer, my hand trailing across the mouse, feeling the soft curves of its form beneath my fingertips. My desire for sex grew more and more, and soon, I abandoned work to further explore my fantasies.
- Exploring Erotic Fantasies
Clicking away with my pointer finger, I opened a website displaying explicit, hardcore gay porn. Eyes wide, I licked my lips and then leaned in closer to the screen, my breaths coming heavier and faster with the arousal brought on by the sights. I ran my fingers across my crotch, feeling the growing hardness beneath the denim. The fire within me burned so hot, I couldn’t help but to pull down my jeans, savoring the sensation of relief as the cold air cascaded over my exposed skin. I then brought my hand forward, joining the images on the screen to become a threesome. The motion became faster, my thirst more powerful as I felt myself reaching closer and closer to the point of no return. As I imagined being taken by some stranger I had never met, I came, my hips thrusting against the chair as I experienced an orgasm of dizzying heights. After catching my breathe I slowly put my clothes back on, and with a look of contentment on my face I returned to writing my wintery tale.
3. Mindful Masturbation: Intense Sight, Sound and Sensation
Exploring the Window: I can almost feel my heart beating faster as the sensual images start streaming into my monitor. With eyes wide open, I focus on each one, studying every detail with an intent and wicked fascination. There’s bare skin glimmering in the sunshine, lips parted in anticipation and sweaty, steamy sex acts poised mid-thrust. With each image, I arch my back and press closer to the coolness of the screen and adopt a position of utter surrender.
The Potent Power of Self: My other hand gradually slips inside my boxers, lightly grazing the softness beneath with fingertips until I reach my hardened prize. I cup it in my hand and curl my fingers around its girth, squeezing it gently in waves that set my mind afire. Before long, my breathing intensifies and I move in sync with its rhythm. I feel powerful and unstoppable pulsating with each stroke and savoring each moment in a state of inviting surrender. As the sights and sounds around me crescendo, I feel myself go over the edge in a powerful, orgasmic release.
4. Erogenous Exploration and Oozing Cum-Pleasure
- My Erogenous Exploration: The familiarity of the keyboard keys that I fondled beneath my fingertips never ceased to bring me the kind of pleasure that I craved. Moving my hands in an almost rhythmic frenzy, I circled them around as my fingers glided fervently down my stomach to the bulging lump beneath my jeans. With every second I felt a surge of ecstatic pleasure that left me craving for more. I could have sworn my heart was about to burst as I found myself trembling wildly under the sensual onslaught of pleasure.
- Oozing Cum-Pleasure: The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My body was wracked with a pleasure that seemed to surpass all bounds of pleasure as I finally brought myself to the edge of bliss. As I felt myself gradually coming closer to the brink, I realised that everything I’d been craving had come to me. As my body reached its climax, my breath started to quicken and I felt like everything that I had ever yearned for had suddenly been brought to realisation. In that single moment, every ounce of pleasure that I had ever known seemed to break free from my subconscious.
In Retrospect
He finished himself off with a quiet moan, a mixture of pleasure and malaise, that signaled the end of his homoerotic interlude. His hands slowly drifted from his computer, where no trace of his intimate tirade remained, instead replaced by a shivering, expectant air, that caresses his happy, spent body. He rolls onto the bed and does not move for a time, not wanting to end just yet. But it is time, and he slowly rises, knowing that like before, his masturbation ritual has relieved his sexual angst, if only briefly. He basks in the sensual aftermath, a reminder of the potency, power and pleasure of his relationship with his computer.
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