Sunday, August 17, 2008
Who: Declan When: Sunday after his AIM with Charlie Where: His apartment What: Declan's first jerk
((Warning. DEFINITELY NSFW, but hilarity - at least in my opinion - ensues. This is especially for those few who requested it.))
Declan closed the conversation with Charlie but didn’t sign out of AIM. No sense in making himself unreachable in case there was an emergency. Taking his boss’ advice, Declan got up from the computer and went around the apartment to find some lotion. It took him a few minutes to find a bottle of Jergen’s under the bathroom sink in the back corner. A dryad he may be, but his hands weren’t all that rough, so why should he bother with lotion? Charlie said it’d help though, and he trusted the boss. Hmm, what else was he supposed to do? Take off his pants. Declan didn’t really see the point, but his pants were feeling a little tight, which Charlie said was normal. Sliding out of his jeans, he folded them neatly and laid them on the chair next to his dresser, then moved back over to the computer.
The website, Redtube, was still up and Declan scrolled through the first page, looking at the different images, trying to decide what to click on. He set the bottle of lotion on the desk and hovered his mouse over one video. The images flashed from a pretty brunette in a green blouse and a guy in a striped shirt to them kissing, and tongues coming out to touch various parts. And the “stick in holes” as Charlie put it. The video seemed similar to the last one Charlie showed him, so Dec clicked on it and waited for it to load.
This was a whole new area that he wasn’t aware existed. Sex was definitely not something he’d researched back in Ireland, and it wasn’t something the other dryads felt compelled to tell him about. Maybe they thought he’d learn on his own. Such a shame then, that he fell into his studies in Dublin, then when he came over to America, he stayed involved in protecting both the forest and the local dryads. He’d never thought about it before. But at least Charlie had no explained why he would wake up some mornings uncomfortable in his own pants. It was natural. Now to figure out what to do with it.
The boss had used terms like “stroke”, “rub” and “jerk”. The last one sounded uncomfortable and Declan wasn’t sure he wanted to try that. Stroking and rubbing didn’t sound too bad. But what was the lotion for? To keep his hands from getting raw, Charlie had said. Hmm. Glancing at the screen, he noticed it was loaded, so Dec clicked play. “Sonia Red and a lucky guy fuckin’ in bed,” Declan read. The title of the video, descriptive and yet misleading. That Sonia woman was not a redhead.
It was starting out simple enough. A massage which somehow led to kissing, hands exploring in places Dec had never imagined hands should go and a shirt coming off. He really wanted to learn anatomy now, just so he could know what everything was called. He’d done enough study to know what his body had, so he could figure out the similarities. Like the woman had nipples like he did, except hers were protruding off mounds on her chest. Were those the “tits” Charlie had mentioned? It made sense. Hers were small, but well shaped it seemed. And apparently provided a lot of pleasure.
It continued on, pants being taken off, hands doing more exploring. Declan paused the video, surprised and pleased at the clarity of the image, on a close up. What she had between her legs did not match his. That must be the hole that was mentioned to him. Instinctively his free hand dropped to his lap, laying over the hardness there. Dec felt a quick thrill and glanced down. “Well now, that was unexpected.” Testing, wanting to explore this, he flexed his hand. A shudder traveled down his spine that was far from unpleasant. Maybe there was something to what Charlie had said after all.
Playing the video again, Dec kept his hand in his lap, over the cotton material of his boxers. He flexed his hand every once in awhile, liking the thrill he felt. After a couple minutes, the video had progressed and the cotton was starting to feel uncomfortable. No longer soft. Declan slipped the material down, pushing it to his knees. Sitting bare-bottomed in the chair felt weird, but he was in his own bedroom with no one to see. The boxers slid to the floor, and Dec left them there, focusing on the video.
He was especially interested to see Sonia wrap her hand around the guy’s dick - that felt fun and oddly dirty to say - and he watched closely. So that’s what was meant by stroking. He wondered why he mouth was on it, but didn’t question it. They obviously knew more about it than he did. Glancing to the desk and the bottle of lotion, Dec shrugged and poured a small amount into his palms, rubbing his hands together to let the lotion soak in. It was what he was told to do, so why not?
Wrapping his hand around himself, he sighed, amazed at the feel. Dec copied the up and down motion he saw on the video and the sensations intensified. Now he could understand all the moans that came from the videos. This was as good as sugar cookies. He stroked slow and steady for a bit, frowning when his hands soaked in all the lotion. It wasn’t as slick as before, and that was feeling good. Getting an idea, Dec poured more of the Jergens into his palm, and this time didn’t rub it in. Instead, he rubbed it around his length, smiling and sighing at the feel. Oh yeah, that felt good.
Declan was amazed that something that size could fit into a woman that small. That must be tight, but apparently it wasn’t hurting the man. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Curious, he tightened his own grip slightly and groaned in response. Oh yeah, it felt good. Listening to the pants, moans and odd squishy slappy noises, Dec stroked himself a little faster. The reaction surprised him, making him arch into his hand, a lot moan escaping his throat.
The video became background noise as he focused on learning how to please himself. The video was only ten minutes long, and by the end of it, Declan was no longer paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coming from his lap. His hand spread the lotion around, sending shudders down his spine. He felt a tightness low in the pit of his stomach, almost like it was where all the pleasurable feelings were gathering. His dick twitched, harder than he’d ever felt it before. Nervous of the feelings, unsure of what they were, Dec paused, breathing hard and roughly.
No one had mentioned to him what was supposed to happen, just that it felt good. Orgasm, climax, come. Charlie had said. But what was that? Removing his hand from his lap, Declan returned to the screen, looking for at video that was playing. He wanted something to give him a better idea of how to handle this. It felt good, his cock - hee! another fun dirty word - was aching in a way that Declan felt only touching it could ease the pain. But what to do?
The video he’d been watching had finished, so Declan clicked to the last couple minutes, returning his hand to his lap to ease the pressure, but watching the screen. The man was moving his hips rather quickly, the woman moaning. But what was supposed to happen? Dec hissed and groaned, feeling his own hips rock into his hands, as if they knew what to do already. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen, he watched as the “lucky guy” stroked himself quickly, right at the top and a thick white fluid came out. Was that the orgasm? From the moans and the sighs, Dec assumed so. Alright, so he just went until that happened. Sounded simple enough.
Leaning back in his chair again, he groaned, biting his lip as he stroked. Feeling that tightness coil in his stomach, Declan tensed, looking down at his hand and watching. According to the video, he hadn’t finished, so he kept going, shifting his grip to the top third like in the video and stroking quickly. Maybe that would help.
It did. Declan groaned and panted, feeling himself grow thicker, harder in his grip and something happened. The tightness in his stomach suddenly released, flooding him with good feelings, pleasure and a thick creamy fluid shot out of the tip of his cock, landing on his chest. Declan kept stroking, caught up in the feel of it and even more came out, falling to his stomach and abs in a hot, sticky mess. Slowing his hand greatly, but unable to stop touching, he felt the shivers wrack his whole body, feeling warm, fuzzy and slightly light-headed.