Socking It Away - Sex Stories

Socking It Away

... spreading over the head of my cock. I removed the sock to jack off feeling the flesh. Before I shot my wad I would replace the sock. This was fine. Paying attention to the TV, and listening to the heavy breathing of my room mate, and thinking about the sex I knew that was being performed on the tube. It was all part of the sensuous nature of this act of self-stimulation. The pleasure inherent in manipulating your own body in a sexual way. My prick was waiting for me to get serious. That was when I sped up my stroking. I was jerking faster, still keeping an ear out for any sounds that the sergeant about two yards from me was awakening. He was beginning to snore a little. Good. That's what I needed, just as the woman I was hearing on the TV was getting what she wanted. Damn, I wished I could see her getting pounded. But, still, I could hear her wet cunt getting slammed, and her moaning and begging for more. Faster I was beating my meat, and sitting up. I spread my legs wider under the covers, and jerked my prick. I made sure I didn't breathe too loud, and ...

... kept pounding away, making as little noise as I could. The bunk had a tendency to squeak. I had to control that. Control the vibrations, while jacking my cock harder and with the speed I needed to get off. To really shoot out that cum into my sock. Now, now, it was close. I slowed slightly, feeling the roughness of the socks's material on my circumcised cock. The head was swollen and engorged. I squeezed even tighter and got rougher with myself. My mouth was getting drier as I breathed deeper, and faster. I was close, so close, ready to explode. Yes, now! Fuck... it spurted out into the sock. Once again I stroked, and once again my spunk shot out. Then another and another, but slower now. Slower and with less force. So tender, as I slowed my hand and milked it out. Yeah, get it all out. It was all done. My heart was slowing down now. And my breathing. I wiped up any stray drips, and squeezed my cock dry. Softly and quietly I arose and tossed the sock into a laundry bag at the foot of my bunk. Now to get some sleep. Training tomorrow. Sarge was still snoring.