The Master of Samson Dynamite

Text Box: Every few minutes a wayward night breeze would blow a kiss through the open window of Samson Dynamite’s basement apartment it’s a well known fact among New Yorkers that the best place to be during the heat wave of summer’s hot pussy is in a basement apartment where the air is less humid and every breath doesn’t feel as if you will choke on your own saliva and so Samson Dynamite lay in bed naked his black body stretched so far that his long legs dangled over the edge of his bed it had been two full weeks since he had engaged in sex and just the thought of having it again sent a rush of blood to his cock and in record time his once flaccid penis was replaced with a throbbing dark master in need of attention that he could no longer deny him and so the ritual begins to set the mood for the seduction of his erection and to show The Master the proper attention Samson dims the lights turns off his cell phone makes sure all the doors are locked because someone unexpected might just decide to come through on this night and catch him in the act of pleasing The Master music is always good and on this night he settles on some jazz heavy with saxophone something about hearing the saxophone heightens the pleasure and makes the reality of the moment more intense more personal because The Master knows when his mind is elsewhere and not concentrating on the pleasure at hand and like a temperamental child has been at times insolent in his behavior by failing to rise to the occasion there Text Box: would be no such insolence tonight because he would be taken care of with the gentlest of touch and the best Vaseline money could buy from Duane Reade anxious to feel Samson’s right hand stroking him to his full length The Master was shaking off the doldrums of a restless sleep and fast awakening to the intense hand massage he would be receiving in a few minutes Samson Dynamite got comfortable in his bed found a warm spot to cradle his ass and allowed his imagination and the seductive sounds of the saxophone to float him away in masturbation heaven the first few strokes were hesitant at first trying to find a groove to pleasure The Master but with each stroke came a confidence born of many hours of practice and with practice came perfection of all the nuances of how to sustain the pleasure of a sometimes elusive erection for those who have no insight into what makes masturbation such a solitary beautiful experience adventure look no further than the man who is married to a wife more beautiful than a masturbatory dream but yet he still feels the urge the need to revert to that teenager who discovers the joys of masturbation for the very first time and that discovery is so profound that the first day he manages to tire out The Master who at that time was still The Novice the thoughts of masturbating are so overpowering that all throughout the day Samson Dynamite’s attention at school is diverted
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: and he can’t wait to get back home to be with myself again when you have such a profound memory of an event anything after that though it might be better it can’t replace the memory of the first time so on this humid night years removed from his childhood Samson Dynamite says hello again to his cock as he’s done so many times before and cock and hand become connected through a singular thought of reaching that place where in a moment of ecstasy his entire body and mind is pleasured it’s that sweet pain of release at precisely the right moment when the only thing left to be done is explode your memories fantasies hopes dreams perversions delusions nightmares daymares in the palm of your hand no eyes are watching and you are alone as your body writhes in sweet orgasmic pleasure convulsing every few seconds as your mind body and The Master descend from the high that’s attained when he’s limp and left to whimper in his own excitement and if the walls of your bedroom could talk or record the events of your self pleasure it would be so intense that the ones who claim not to masturbate would embrace their natural urges letting their spouses know that yes even though your pussy is sweet and tight and I would pray at the altar of the pussy there are times I need a little alone time with The Master to let him just how much he is loved and cherished by me after all The Master has been good to you all these years and he has almost always risen to the occasion when asked to perform and do your bidding and on those nights when he wasn’t up to the task at hand you apologized profusely to her blaming Text Box: yourself for this temporary inability to perform because after all it can’t be The Master’s fault it has to be yours The Master is an entity beyond fault and if you could bow before his erection in homage you would without a second thought do so and with so much history between Samson Dynamite and The Master he chooses an image that he knows would make The Master happily aroused and in four or five smooth hand pumps the goal of a steely erection is reached and now The Master is in control and Samson Dynamite is just along for the ride it’s a ride he’s taken countless times before and each time it feels like the first as if he’s a child once again discovering the joys of masturbation that to this day it still commands his attention when he knows that The Master will be satisfied with the image he has conjured up in his mind to please him and The Master shows his pleasure by releasing a huge eruption that kept giving life until there was nothing left to give so another day comes and Samson Dynamite has pleased The Master and together they both fall asleep lost in a dream of the next time they meet… Dean Jean-Pierre 3-12-06 1:20pm