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Little Yellow Shorts...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Solo-Touch-Bot Posted on: 07 Feb 2005 1 comments
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Category: Male Solo (M)
Submitted by: Jstewart Age: 18 Gender: Male

Hiya, love the site, decided to finally post something.

This story is true, however I will not reveal the true identity of who it involved.

You know what? This is fucking insane. That's what I told myself over and over. However, my insanity and Southern Comfort fueled mind decided differently. It decided that this was a great idea. I was underneath that pleasant ocean of disorientation you get whenever you have consumed too much alcohol. I was trying to get myself to stop this stupidity ... To no avail. I done it and I don't regret it ... Still, better delete all the evidence anyway. This story (True, by the way) is the only record I'll keep of it.

My name is Ash, no not my real name and don't bother asking because I won't tell you. I am eighteen years of age and I live in a town called Greenock, it is about thirty miles from Glasgow if you are wondering. I am, what is sarcastically referred to, Big and Beautiful. Because of this I have absolutely no luck with girls. I have had one girlfriend in all my eighteen years of trying to get one.

I am not actually bad looking, but because I look like a rejected plumber, and my notorious shyness when it comes to the opposite sex, I am always alone at weekends and drowning my sorrows in my favorite beverage. Southern Comfort and Coke with lots of ice. Just recently I had made a new addition to my computer ... A webcam. I originally wanted it for communicating face-to-face with people on chat-rooms but then they got closed down so it pretty much sat there like a spare tyre, until one drunken evening I hit upon an ingenious idea.

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My room is insanely small. There is barely enough room for my bed, my computer and my wardrobe (As well as a shelf for videos and games and the like) As usual, for a Saturday, I was sitting at the computer reading stories from my favorite adult website and getting fairly turned on. My hand was down my shorts and pumping my cock furiously, I stopped short of orgasm several times (Tip: Reaching a climax but stopping just before the edge increases the pleasure when you finally do orgasm!)

Just as I was about to finish for the evening with a tremendous orgasm I suddenly looked at the webcam, this is when my drunkenness took full reign and a little voice whispered in my head. 'Wouldn't it be tremendously exciting to do a video of yourself jerking off?'

I was sitting there in a plain old white shirt and pair of dark blue shorts. My cock was straining, begging for release and there was my webcam sitting there begging to be used. What could I do?

I set the camera up so that it was pointing at my bedroom door, there is about three meters distance between the computer table and the door and I was standing roughly in the middle ground between them. This way the camera lens only had a view of about my waist downwards. I wasn't going to be stupid in the off-chance I did accidentally post this somewhere, I wasn't going to let anyone see my face.

Anyway, the picture was a little fuzzy so I had some fine adjustments to it and finally the picture was perfect! That is until I stood in it, of course.

So there I was, standing in my room, my hand down my shorts stroking my rapidly stiffening cock, the webcam recording it all, no doubt those just returning from night-clubs wondering what all the lights in my room were doing on at Eleven PM.

I was feeling pretty unsatisfied, just as I was about to orgasm I shrugged and thought. 'At least when this is done I can finally go to bed!'

But, my mind had a different idea in store. The door to my wardrobe was lying open and my gaze came across a pair of little yellow shorts. Obviously they belonged to my big brother's girlfriend. Unless there was something he had yet to tell us! They were these incredibly small cotton shorts, obviously night-wear. My alcohol ravaged mind said. 'Remember your fetish for girls clothes?'

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]