Finding Joy In The Fucking Of Fabrics
As a fully self-actualized man in his mid 40s, it brings me great pleasure to share with the world one of the most wonderfully orgasmic experiences EVER! See, I was about 16 or 17 years of age before my nightly masturbation ritual grew to be jjjust uninteresting enough that I felt like fucking… SOMETHING.
Well, God Bless my Family for the reliable Gifting Occasion Blanket! I had been pulling this significantly undersized, but unimaginably silky, blanket up around my shoulders at night, only to wake up & find it asunder. That night, i remembered waking up one morning a few days before, with the blanket between my legs.
My shorts bunched up at the crotch, privileging me to wake up & IMMEDIATELY pique my sexual curiosity, by requiring that I MOCK having a Fabric Fetish‽
Sure! Just MOCK what SEEMS to be a HOT idea, 🙄😬😲
It was time to get up, get ready, & go to school. My neighbors, either my year-older male next-door or the 2-years older female)down-the-street, had a license & wheels. As I ate breakfast, I kept thinking about my wake-up tug-up. With Mom off to work & brother having stayed at his girlfriend’s, I simply could not resist.
I sat in the kitchen to finish my Pop Tarts, with my pants unzipped & pawing at my cock-n-balls through this incredibly soft little blanket. As I held what felt lie the whole thing in my clutch, the idea of folding it into a convenient cylindrical shape entered my head. Standing at the bathroom sink as I brushed my teeth & washed my face, I bunched the blanket up on the sink to rhythmically thrust while also hitting the ear with a Q-Tip.
As I walked down to the living room to sit in front of the picture window & see when my neighbor would show up, I finally got to roll the thing up. I sat in that chair, fucking myself with a blanket, right up to the moment Amy pulled up to sit in our driveway & pick music to hear for a minute, because I typically relied on my brother to announce a neighbor’s arrival as I sat in front of the TV.She would customarily give the horn a double honk when she was ready, so that day I simply sat there, looking at her while yanking my crank. There were a couple of times that her gaze would fixate on the window, because my brother & amy would typically wave at each other. I didn’t know what to make of the situation, but I kept at MY task-at-hand.
Wouldn’t you know it‽ I hear the honking horn, look out to see her now STARING into the window,& I cummed a BUCKET Full! Because the rhythm between her alert & my emergence was about to be impacted, I chose to make the timing – cummy blanket in-hand with pants fly wide open. I ducked my head out to give Amy the 1-minute gesture, & what would she do? Respond with a STERN head shaking with the admonishing rubbing of her index fingers together‽
Uhhh… Houston, we may have a bit of troublehere.
Lo-&-Behold, of course, inevitably the first words out of my mouth were, “When you looked up at our picture window, expecting to see Bro but you saw me – why did you keep looking at me without waving?”
Fffuck, gang. I hadn’t thought through the physics‽
Amy’s answer revealed that I had found the right path to glory.
“Through the glass, all I really see is color & shape, so I wave when your brother waves out. were you sitting where he usually sits?” 😜