Cheering Me On…

There are times when I wonder if my singlehood is still worth its righteous maintenance. At 36 years old and taking care of my body and yielding my mind and spirit to God, I still wrestle with the thought that, just maybe, I should go about handling relationships and dating the way the world suggests. Then, I remember what I’ve been promised—how I will love her and she love me; how I will comfort her and she comfort me; how she and I will both seek God to please Him and one another. I also remember that, if God created me this way—with a mind, heart, and body that is committed to Him in service, adoration, and worship—He has created my female and feminine complement. As a result, she’s coming…and soon.

To you, whoever you are, baby, I’m waiting. I am right here—as fresh, redeemed, potent, ferociously insatiable sexually, physically healthy, youthful, and powerful as I was in my early twenties. Likely, even more so. I’ve not been promiscuous because it puts “miles” on the soul and body. I don’t want to carry around that much baggage, and I want to make sure that few other women will have ever experienced the gift you will receive when we finally come into covenant with each other. Yes, I’ve fallen a few times. But, they are years behind me. And when you finally show up, know that I’ll be ready for everything you want me to do, even if that means me taking “care” of myself when you are too tired to help, or if you simply want to enjoy the show of your husband’s self-pleasure.

Even then, I desire that you lend a helping hand as so…

One of my favorite things to imagine is waking you in the middle of the night when all is still so that we can disturb the surroundings in our bedroom with our intense intimacy. I would do so by kissing your lips—both sets—or caressing various parts of your femininity with my hands or swollen manhood. It’s one of the many benefits of sleeping nude. I’m always ready for you at a moment’s notice. You would unconsciously respond with slight moans and the dampening of your sweet fountain. My large frame would disappear under the bed clothes to place my nose near your spot that drives me crazy with its scent and the thought of it wrapping itself around my thick girth. You’re the only one who has ever been able to receive all of me.

But tonight, your sleep possesses you, consuming you in a way that makes me jealous. I guess I’ll have to wait to have you. Until then, my throbbing erection demands my attention, and being single for so long has made me a professional at handling such a task. I don’t want to disturb your slumber, but my cock argues against such a thought. Nevertheless, my hands are already slowly rubbing my full, heavy balls as my shaft thickens and fills even more.

I look over to you. You’re still fast asleep. I remove the sheets and blankets from my body, fully uncovering and exposing me and my completely erect cock to the bedroom air. The dichotomy between the cool temperature of the bedroom and my personal body heat feels invigorating.

I wish you were awake so I could fuck you. Even now, I’m still thinking about entering you and waking you with the startling feeling of being overwhelmingly full of me.

My left hand holds fast to my dick as my right rubs my chest and neck and makes its way back down to my flat stomach. I glance at my veiny phallus and briefly chuckle, seeing an ever-growing bulb of precum thicken and then slowly make its way down my shaft. My left thumb wipes at the liquid, rubbing the elixir all over my dark, crimson helmet. A deep grunt wells from my heart and resounds throughout the still night as my first stroke rubs against that ever-so-sensitive nexus of nerves on my cock. My right hand joins in on the strokes.

“Look at you go.”

My glance darts to see you entranced by my self-sufficiency.

“Baby, thank God you’re up!” I continue slowly stroking my dick as I beg, “Can you help me?”

You smile at me. “I like what I’m seeing. I don’t want to interrupt.”

My cock-rubbing does not cease. “Please? I need your pussy.”

You begin to move, and I tear my hands from my penis, convinced that you will take your position on my pulsating dick. You do something else.

“Sit up, baby.”

You take your position behind me and pull me back, placing my bald, brown head between your supple, white, pouting breasts. Both of your legs sit on either side of me. I feel the inviting warmth of your pussy as it radiates against the middle of my back. You rub my pecs, shoulders, traps, and neck as you lick and nibble at my ear.

“You’re doing so well, Daddy. Seeing you work yourself up is so hot. I’m going to cheer you on.”

I laugh, still rubbing my girthy length. “Girl, you’re going to pay for your tease.” I turn my head to the left and begin sucking at your left nipple.  I know your tits are so sensitive, and I feel your pussy begin to quiver against my back. You turn my head back to face the monumental task at hand, staving off the orgasm that we both know would have you abandoning your desire to see me stimulate myself and force you to take your position beneath me for a relentless midnight pounding.

“I want you to edge back and forth, Daddy. No cumming until I allow you.”

I eagerly nod, exhaling a deep breath as I set my mind to the job of riding the wave that has solidly built itself in the base of my balls. My shaft is streaming precum as my heart begins to thump. My left hand is working faster as my right grabs and pulls at my nuts. My left hovers around the head, making small, quick strokes. My cock begins pulsing.

For several minutes, I continue working in the silence that is interrupted only by our unified breathing. Then, my throbs increase noticeably.

“Back off, Daddy. Calm down.”

I slow my strokes and concentrate them at the base of my cock as the frequency of my dick-throb decreases.

“There you go. That’s my big boy.” You kiss and lick my bald head and whisper, “Okay. Let’s climb again. Use your right hand, this time.”

I acknowledge your command with a nod and begin stroking my shaft with my right hand and tugging at my cum-filled balls with my left. Though it’s not my usual arrangement, you instructing me to make it strange is intoxicating. The fact that my wife is enjoying my jerk session touches my manly heart in a way all men crave—pure acceptance and unconditional love. I’m utterly vulnerable with you. And, as ugly as my humanity can be at times, you still cheer me on and love me.

It’s not taking long before I feel the rise of cum filling my shaft. You see my throbs instantly.

“Back down, baby. You don’t have much longer. You’ll be shooting in a bit. I promise.”

Both of my hands pull at and tug at my nuts.

“Now, baby, you’ll use both hands. I want you to stroke really slow this time. But, as you’re about to cum, take both your hands off and let your cock do its thing.”

“Yes, ma’am. Anything for you.”

You rub my pecs, shoulders, and neck as your lips hover near my ear, whispering your cheers.

My hands slowly go to work. Up…..down…..Up…..down…..Up…..down…..

“That’s it, husband. Peak slowly for me. You’re a good boy. I love seeing you touch yourself.”

I slow down even more so I can hear your words of sexual encouragement.

“Stroke that beautiful cock I love so much. Feel my hot pussy supporting you.”

My breathing increases and my body begins tensing.

“I feel you, baby. I want you to cum for me. I want to see your joy.”

My slow strokes continue. “Oh….ugh….fuck….yeah….okay….I love you.”

“You’re doing so well. You’re almost there. I see it, Daddy. You’re almost there. Enjoy that rise, that approaching edge.”

“Baby…shit…I’m about to cum.”

“I know. Shoot for me, baby.”

The intensity of my ejac is all-consuming. I shudder against you as I’m about to erupt, my right ear pressed against your chest. I hear your heart rapidly beating in anticipation of me releasing my load. I take my hands from my shaft and grab both of your legs  as my cum reaches the tip.

“Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh!”

Rope after rope erupts from my cock, finally landing just below my shoulders and onto my chest—the final thick streams decorating my stomach.

“Yeeeessss,” you giggle. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. I love seeing you cum.”

The thick ribbons give way to short bulbs that fly from my shaft. Several more spurts evacuate my balls before I’m finally empty.

You rub my shoulders and neck as you admire the volume of my liquid love for you. I look up to you, with an are-you-entertained? expression, silently begging for your approval. You grin, looking down at me, and kiss me deeply.

My breathing decreases as our lips part, and you return to rubbing my broad shoulders and lightly biting my ear.

“That’s my good boy.” You kiss my bald head. “That’s my good boy.”

There I lie, my head between your exquisite breasts for pillows, as you massage me into a sleep that quickly overtakes me. The last thing I hear is, “I love you so much, my husband.”