The thing I adore about Dan is that he knows that he’s sexy, and why, and he’s never been afraid of showing it off. That’s not true of many men. It’s not their fault—they live in a society that tells them ‘sexy’ equals ‘tits’. A society that rarely allows space and time for women like me to wax lyrical about the beauty of men’s bodies. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man as confident in his attributes as Dan—cock and thighs and hands and forearms and oh, everything that makes me squirmy. He knows. He knows partly because I’ve told him, but partly because he’s blessed with the kind of confidence that means he doesn’t hide himself behind a bath towel or avoid his own reflection in a mirror. It’s not a cockiness born of macho one-upmanship in the gym, but a measured faith in his ability to use what he has for consensual gratification. Dan is hot, and he knows it, and what’s more, he understands how to work it.
When I asked him if he’d video a show for me, even my own overactive lustful imagination could never have come up with something so stunning in its simplicity yet so pulsing with hotness. It sounds straightforward enough—a wank in the shower. But those five words cannot hope to do justice to this, the most perfect solo masturbation show I have ever seen in my life.
He begins by standing topless in front of the mirror in the bathroom—a lovely big mirror to show off his taut body to perfection. No need to crane your neck to get a glimpse of those beautiful dips just above the muscles on his hips, or appreciate the view of his strong neck and shoulders or the way he gently smiles at himself while he flexes his pecs. It’s all there on display—a smorgasbord of power and beauty and bare skin. He’s wearing jeans and a belt. A big, thick belt that somehow enhances the whole effect, hinting at the fatness of the cock that is already beginning to swell beneath the denim.
He moves his hands to the buckle of the belt, opening it and his fly at the same time, in a practiced gesture that echoes the way he strips when I’m spread open and naked in front of him. Those fingers that have given me so much pleasure, employed to do something as humdrum and every day as undoing his fly, turn even that tiny task into something that’s shot through with sexual promise. When he reveals his underwear—the band thick and fat...
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