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Up Front Out Back- Silence
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Silence
Her words sang songs to him, beautiful songs that rang through his consciousness to wake and soothe him. He knew little of what she looked like. She was shy about her picture being on the net and had once sent a grainy picture. He was sure it was her and the picture revealed she was blonde with a trim body.
He loved her for her energy and the acuteness of her mind. They sat for hours and talked, they sent emails back and forth. She hated chat and they used it rarely.
Often the talk was about sex, always distant and enquiring, yet the detail in it was amazing. Frequently, it was related to his obsession which was rare. No one else was interested, but Rochelle enquired which pleased him enormously. Every time they talked she asked. He asked about the human dynamics of her business, though she asked him not to enquire too much. She wanted to maintain confidentiality and it was good to have a break from it while talking to him. She did talk about her photography and helped him use it in his passion. They educated each other and created a menu of conversation. It was an unusual menu because once ordered a dish was never repeated. They moved into other realms with depths he'd never before encountered.
As he remembered, his hand sneaked down to his groin and rested for a moment. Without him realizing it grasped the handle of his zip and draw it down. His fingers then slowly entered his pants, under his undies to hold his penis. It was without thought that he pulled it outside of his pants. Semi hard it flopped against his groin and his hand gently caressed, feeling the texture and the beginnings of an endorphin release.
As he read, the words so succulent, the sentences so succinct, the paragraphs so complete, he wondered about her, about the hand that flew across the keyboard and communicated the thoughts of a beautiful brain. The strange thing was that it was rare that they were sexual, they never exchanged information about their own sexuality, yet, everything was so erotic. He pondered as he reread her old emails and then started to type with his left middle finger, as his right hand responded to his needs.
Slowly, up and down, his right hand drew the soft velvet skin, as he typed slowly of his holiday.
He was lost without her company. She was usually there with him at this time and the emails flew between them. He was worried because yesterday, she hadn't been on line, and for her not to be online for four whole days in a row was unusual.
His right hand dug deep into his undies and pulled his testicles out from their confines. He felt free now in a strange way, in the house alone, for years now, since his wife had died. He continued to type with that solitary finger as his right hand luxuriated his senses with its masturbation. Slowly he moved the loose skin along the shaft of his penis as it stood and twitched with its hardness, its appetite for stimulation increased as his testicles adjusted in preparation.
It was strange, he thought, as he stroked himself, that he never really knew what to call it. Henry or Old Henry seemed friendly but it was a name he couldn't share with others. Penis seemed so proper that it was almost irrelevant. Dick seemed juvenile and lacked character. But when Old Henry was rampant he thought of him as a cock, a cock that was prepared to joust and had the confidence to crow. It was strange though that every time he looked, his cock seemed to be laughing, its single eye closed as if to guard the source of its humor, almost a wink, always a nod, and yet, never divulging its secret. He was never confident of his appraisal. He often wondered what Rochelle would think of Old Henry, of him flaccid as a dick or erect and strident as a cock.
The momentum built and his typing became more erratic. He moved down in the chair to give his right hand more access. His fingers titillated the head and soothed his testicles. His thoughts were with her, he hoped she was safe and wished he could be with her. He was lost in a fantasy of hope and desire, so alone and lonely with only his penis sufficiently responsive to be company.
He looked at the screen in front of him, not seeing anything as the endorphins began to wash within him. He continued to type, the middle finger of his left hand slow and uncertain as it tried to keep up with his plans. It was difficult typing to someone who wasn't there, who wasn't replying to his effort and providing reassurance that his continuation was welcome.
His right hand slowly pleased his penis and rewarded its display of a purple head on a rigid shaft of strength. The titillation was mesmerizing, his hand wrapped around, full of tissue that throbbed its presence with warmth, and a loyalty that he expected. It had never let him down. It had always responded to his caress. He felt his balls, gauged their fullness and determined that soon they would be emptied. Again, he held his cock, pumped up to be pumped out; it was eager in its anticipation.
He looked at the screen in front of him, not seeing anything as the endorphins began to flood. It was increasingly difficult for him to type, slowly he continued, writing his itinerary as he stroked himself, thinking of Rochelle and how she had been so encouraging that he go. He touched his balls; felt them so full and firm as he wondered. Tomorrow morning he had planned to leave and without Rochelle there to talk to, not knowing where she was, he wondered whether he should go. His balls felt good as the tips of his fingers travelled lightly, teasingly over them.
His left hand continued to type, he wanted to tell her everything. It had been a long time since his last holiday and he was a little spooked by the adventurousness of his plans, to go where few had ever been, remote, inhospitable areas that cooked in summer. He knew, deep down, that he'd told her everything previously, but he wanted to map out the itinerary for her succinctly, and reassure her that he had planned and provisioned for a safe adventure in spite of it being midsummer. He had always wanted to go prospecting for gold.
His fingertips continued to tease; they felt the different textures and transmitted the electricity of touch. His cock twitched with its hardness, bobbed with its pulse and throbbed with its tumescence.
His single finger caressed the keyboard as he thought of Rochelle and hoped she would respond to one of his emails. He was worried, though a part of him kept saying not to, that she was ok and four days was nothing.
He stopped typing. He'd typed enough. With some effort he concluded it with,
"Hugs and kisses, Love, Jeff. XOXOXOXOXO". With both hands free he wanted to express himself with more than words.
His right hand was impatient and firm in its ministrations. His left middle finger typed more hugs and kisses,
"XOXOXO". His right hand pumped. His cock twitched as it stretched. His balls felt warm as they bounced. His right hand was forceful and determined. As his left middle finger hovered over "Send" his right hand won. His cock started to disgorge as he hit "Send", and ropes of his emission landed on the keyboard to nestle among the keys. He sighed with satisfaction as the keys were washed in his sticky essence.
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