Watching Paula and Jerry in their uninhibited and ardently passionate love making had left my own cock rock hard and pounding feverishly, begging to be free of its confinement. I had tried to act professionally and with composure during the filmmaking, so I refused to free my cock from its confines and pleasure myself even though my cock was so hard it was painful. Early on in the film making I had adjusted my cock in my underwear. My cock had created a huge tent in my pants, and was awkwardly and painfully bent against my underwear. I had surreptitiously reached into my pants and adjusted my prick so that it could stand straight up by trapping the swollen head behind the waist band of my boxers.
As I filmed Paula and Jerry I would occasionally drag a knuckle over my rock hard shaft. The pleasure often forced me to audibly moan and even momentarily lose focus of my filming. I realized that that was unprofessional and I did my best to refrain from touching myself. I thought about completely removing my pants, thinking that at least that would relieve some of the unyielding pressure, and that since Paula and Jerry were uninhibitedly fucking in front of me they might not mind. But I thought better of that. They had wanted me to film them, not walk around their bedroom with a giant hard on wagging and bouncing in front of me like a staff. Summoning all the discipline I could, I did my best to ignore my raging hard on and the pre-cum that was leaking from my cock like a broken faucet.
I knew that the next time I came, which in all likelihood would be the second I got home; I would cum like I never had before. I suspected I would cum like a fire hydrant, shooting hot cum all over the place. I had once gone over a week without cumming because I was living in a communal dorm and was unable to get any privacy. When I finally masturbated I squirted so much cum over my hand and onto my stomach that it took about three big sheets of paper towel to clean up all my sticky goo. But even then I was not nearly as aroused as I was after having watched Jerry and Paula fuck like porn stars. They were extraordinary and beautiful and lewd and on full display.
After I had finished filming, I left Jerry and Paula collapsed on their bed.
It was already quite late and I had a long drive home. I removed the tape from the camera and left it next to the bed and their sexually drained bodies. I took the camera with me, but left the lights behind. For one, my cock was so ragingly hard that it would have been uncomfortable for me to carry bulky equipment and Jerry was in no shape to help me. Secondly, I wanted an excuse to come back to their home because I secretly wanted to see them again. I desperately hoped that maybe next time we were together they would let me join them in their sexual exploits.
I walked out of their home with my camera in one hand and my other hand rubbing my cock through my pants. I was so aroused that I was afraid I would cum in my pants, and I did not have anything to clean the buckets I expected. My balls were sagging they were so full of cum and my cock head was already red and swollen.
I drove home as fast as I could, occasionally rubbing my erection through my pants. I thought about taking my pants off in the car, but I was afraid of what would happen if I had an accident or was pulled over by a policeman.
The second I walked into my apartment I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I stumbled out of my shoes and slithered my pants and underwear down to my ankles and then completely off my legs. My cock bounced free like a javelin hurled by an Olympic athlete. I gasped in relief as my prick breathed free for the first time that night, and was allowed to expand to full width and length without the restriction of my pants. Pre-cum spilled from my cock like an overflowing tea kettle.
I next unbuttoned my shirt and cast it aside. Standing fully naked, I could plainly see how unbelievably aroused and hard I was. Normally a dick does not get completely aroused until it has been pleasured for at least a little while. But my cock was standing at its full six and half inches. It was covered in pre-cum and was so hard that it was already a shade of reddish purple. My closely cropped pubic hair made my cock look even bigger. My prick is cut, and like Jerry's, is perfectly smooth and vein free. I have gotten many compliments on the beauty of it and took great pride in knowing that so many people had praised its appearance.
(Now that we've getting so personal, it might be a good time to briefly but more completely describe myself. I am about six feet tall, with short brown hair and hazel eyes that people really seem to like. I take my physical conditioning seriously, but I am not a fitness freak. I work out about three times a week, so I am trim and well toned. My chest and abs are firm, and there is definition in my arms and thighs, but no one would mistake me for a body builder. Basically, I look fit and athletic. Also, I recently had my teeth whitened, which I really like. My interests are typical: I like all sports, especially baseball, and my spare time is spent reading, cooking and, of course, watching all kinds of movies. Back to the story...)
I thought about lying on the couch and watching a porno while I brought myself to orgasm. I did not need any additional stimulation though. My thoughts were filled with the images of Jerry and Paula pleasuring and fucking each other. When Paula shoved two fingers up her twat while holding her pussy lips open, I almost came right on the spot without even touching myself. I had never seen anything so sexy. She was so gorgeous and yet so unrestrained and animalistic in her love making. When she was blowing Jerry and simultaneously twisting her head like a corkscrew while she sucked his full length into her mouth, I had to physically restrain myself from grabbing my cock I was so excited. Her gasping and moaning while she sucked his cock was also unbearably erotic. She fucked like a professional, but had you seen her walking down the street she could have been mistaken for a lingerie model. She was physically perfect.
With my hand delicately holding my cock so I would not cum too soon, I grabbed some hand lotion from the bathroom and a whole role of paper towels from the kitchen. I knew I was going to have to clean up more cum than in a half-dozen pornos.
Before I lay down on my bed to finally pleasure myself, I looked at my naked body and especially my rigid cock in a full length mirror. My cock had simply never been this large or this hard. Normally six and half inches, the blood had filled my shaft and cock head with so much pent up fury that it was at least a half inch longer. The shaft was so filled with passion that it bowed out at the top like a balloon.
I stumbled on to my bed and grabbed a full handful of lotion. I audibly gasped and enjoyed a white light sensation when I wrapped my hand around my shaft and finally stroked my full length. I barely touched myself, but I was so sensitive and hard that just this delicate touch brought shivers of pleasure along my cock and through out my whole body. I didn't want to cum so soon, but I knew that no matter what I did I could not refrain from climaxing for very long.
I ran just one finger up my shaft and grimaced in delight. It was as if every nerve ending in my shaft was on fire. I gently touched my cock head and winced the sensitivity was so great. I tentatively rubbed my cum filled balls. They were so heavy and full of cum that I wandered if they were in any danger. How much cum can two testicles hold?
I closed my eyes before gripping my full shaft. My toes curled with pleasure and tiny tremors flooded my body. My nipples stood on my chest like tiny pebbles, and when I fondled them more electricity flowed through me. My nipples have never been a real source of pleasure for me, but in my astoundingly aroused state, every inch of my body had become a source of sexual pleasure and promise.
I gripped my shaft and gently stroked myself. Already I could feel my cum boiling, and I released my grip on my shaft to delay my orgasm as long as possible. I decided instead to focus on my balls and nipples and other body parts for a while. I gently cupped my balls and rolled and massaged them in my right hand while my left hand massaged my chest and hard nipples. My balls had never been this sensitive and I wandered if I would cum without even touching my shaft.
I rolled and kneaded my balls, first delicately and then with more pressure.
I ran a knuckle up the side of my shaft, and wished with all my might that it was Paula's mouth and talented tongue pleasuring my cock instead of my hand. It didn't really matter though. Some of my very best orgasms were the result of my hand, and I was just interested in having the best orgasm I possibly could. I wanted an orgasm so great that I would black out from the all consuming pleasure.
I again ran one knuckle up and down my shaft while my left hand still cupped my balls. I brought a second knuckle against my cock and heaved with delight. Slowly I stimulated my shaft. With a great sigh of pleasure, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked its full length. I froze for a moment, absorbing the sensation, before stroking myself again. I released my hand and very quickly ran my palm over my already ultra sensitive cock head. The sensation was so great I squirmed and instinctively bucked my hips in the air. The sensation was too exquisite for my ultra aroused state, and my breathing had become labored and ragged.
Unbelievably my cock was still getting harder. I thought it would explode from internal pressure. I removed my hand and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was almost bright red, and it was glistening from the lotion and the steady stream of pre-cum that was flowing from my slit. I put just one finger on the very tip of my cock and held it straight up from my body so that I could admire its full length and hardness. It sprouted from my body like an oak tree - tall and strong and ready.
I returned to stroking myself. Very gingerly at first, I gradually increased the pressure and pace of my hand on my shaft. My hips were instinctively bucking, and I was now beyond the point of controlling them. I was going to cum whether I wanted to or not. My cock was in total control of my body and mind, and I was just determined to enjoy the mounting volcano within me.
I gripped my shaft with both hands. My right hand rotated and twisted the top half of my shaft while my left hand twisted the bottom half of my cock in the opposite direction my right was going. My bucking hips increased their pace and my eyes were tightly closed. I would not open them again until after I exploded with sexual fury. I gritted my teeth to help myself deal with the super sensitive ripples that emanated from my cock and flowed over my entire body.
I cupped my balls with my left hand and increased the rhythm of my right hand on my shaft. I stroked the full length of my shaft from the very tip of my slit to the base of my shaft just above my balls and then repeated the process. I thrashed on the bed in pre- orgasmic passion. It was time to cum. No, it was time to explode!
My hand increased the pace on my shaft and twisted it and rubbed it. My toes were curled in anticipation and my hips were bucking and thrashing like a bronco.
My balls tightened into my body as a river of cum started to boil toward freedom. The sensation was so overwhelming that if I had been hit by a bat at that moment I would not have felt it. I could see, hear and feel absolutely nothing except for the sexual trembling that was racing throughout my cock and entire body.
With a mighty and high pitched scream my cum boiled over and flew from my cock in the most intense and all consuming sensation imaginable. My whole body violently convulsed as my white and pearly grey cum jetted past my head and landed on the head board behind me. My second ropy string was no less powerful and landed on my neck. Another silvery squirt landed on my chest, but I was not done cumming.
My cum was as hot as lava as the running stream coated my entire hand. The fluid oozed over the crown of my cock and down my turgid and pulsating shaft, dribbling down to my heaving balls. Just when I thought I was finally finished, my body and cock miraculously convulsed a final time and sprayed another stream of hot cum onto my stomach, which now looked like it had been lathered with liquid soap. I could not believe how much I had cum. My hand looked like I had dunked it in a bucket of sugared syrup. My whole body was trembling with every nerve ending stimulated, and I just lay in bed with my eyes tightly closed and my body and hand covered in my piping hot and sticky love juice.
After laying in orgasmic delight with my penis still tingling and twitching for at least fifteen minutes, I finally summoned the strength to clean myself off. I dragged myself to the bathroom, and with my last bit of energy showered. As I climbed into bed the phone rang. It was Paula. She thanked me for taping them in such a professional manner, and apologized for having collapsed on the bed before they were able to help me load my lighting equipment in to the car.
She told me they had already watched some of the tape and were completely satisfied and impressed with what they saw. To my absolute delight, she told me that I should come by their house tomorrow to retrieve my equipment, and that they really wanted me to watch the film with them. They thought it was only fair that the filmmaker got to see the final product. I drifted off to sleep, looking forward to tomorrow and wondering if watching the film with them would lead to anything wonderful happening. I hoped that it would. To be continued...
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Occasionally another spurt, splattering again to the floor.