As I made my way from the station, I felt a little nervous, but also very excited. I had no clear idea how the day would pan out.

I had been talking for some while to this man over the internet. We both shared a love of seeing photos of girls in short skirts, especially if paired with sheer nylon stockings. If we also had a glimpse of said girl’s showing her panties, even better. Couple this with tops open to show their breasts, then we would both be wanking away like mad.

Finally I arrived at his house. Having exchanged pleasantries, we sat with a cup of tea.

Seeing my bag he enquired if it contained my magazines. Magazines with mostly pictures of girls wearing stockings, short skirts etc. they were well spunked. Which we both loved to do, letting the spunk dry, so we could pore over them later, especially during a wanking session.

After a short while he suggested we go to his wank room. I excitedly picked up my bag, and followed him through. My jaw dropped, there piles of magazines arranged on this long bench, there were two bar stools which provided a perfect height.  Wow I said such an impressive collection. Yes, they represent years of perverted wanking, I love to look at them as they remind me of previous wanking sessions.

I do exactly the same, they always get me so excited as look at all the stains, the aroma is thrilling as well. That stale spunk smell on paper, there is nothing like it.

I so agree he replied, as he moved up to the bench picking a magazine from one of the piles. He handed it to me, go on take a look. I opened at a random page, it bore the scars of at least one spunking, if not more. It was girl in a short skirt, with her knees drawn up towards her chest. The top was open revealing one bare breast. She had on black stockings, and I could see in the gap between her legs, white knickers.

I felt myself getting hard, and even harder as I slowly flicked the pages.

I momentarily lost myself as became engulfed in his photos. He drew me back to ground, saying can I open you bag. Of course help yourself, sorry I was lost for a minute. 

He placed my bag on the bench, and removed a handful of Spick & Span magazines. Oh I have always loved these, so simple, yet very erotic, get me going every time, he said. Yes me too, I can see you have a couple of stacks there, are they well spunked? Every page he replied.

He emptied my bag of magazines out onto the bench, and silence descended as we became both engulfed in each other’s magazines.

I was so enjoying seeing all these spunked pictures. I loved looking at my spunkes pages, but seeing someone else’s, was another level. So you imagine how hard I was by now, wanting to touch myself badly. But unsure how to proceed.

I discreetly glanced towards him, and I realised he had his hand in the pocket of his jogging bottoms. He appeared to be rubbing himself. I wondered if he had a hole in his pocket.

He caught me looking and apologised, saying he couldn’t help himself, as my magazines were exciting him.

Yours are doing exactly the same to me, and I am desperate to get my cock out and stroke it.

You are right who are we kidding we both want to wank off. And with that he lowered his joggers. I immediately did the same, and soon we both stood, legs bare, flicking through the magazines, openly wanking. As he looked at each magazine in turn, he sometimes put one down with a page open onto one side. Are those ones you like I enquired? Yes I would like to spunk over one or two of them he said, if you don’t mind. Of course, I would like that a lot, there are some of yours I would like to spunk over as well. Great, please do.

Silence once again descended as we continued the trawl of each other’s magazines. I took stock this was a first for me, openly wanking in front of another man, looking at these magazines, some of the pictures were so horny, it was making it hard not to spunk. And then add the heady aroma of these, many, many spunked pictures, it was so perverted, I was in ecstasy.

As he started to arrange the favourite pictures in front of him I guessed he was getting ready to spunk off, which increasingly I needed to do. I selected a handful of pictures to spunk over, most of which he had already spunked over in the past.

Then he started to moan and groan as his breathing became more rapid, and quite loud. I stopped to watch him as the strokes became faster, as his breathing got louder and faster. He was crying out now, calling the girls name saying how gorgeous she was, that he wished she could see him wanking off for her, see him shoot all his spunk for her.

Seeing him and hearing him was making me rub along in unison. Then with a very animalistic grunt, he began to pump his spunk over my pictures. The first couple of jets overshot the page, but then more and more spurted over a couple of the pictures, soaking them with his creamy cum.

But I didn’t wait until the end, I couldn’t the experience was too much, as I too began spunking, before he had finished, and as I watched him, my cum was drenching the pages.

It was over too quickly, but it was fantastic. We both slumped back down onto the bar stools, and looked at both lots of drenched magazines, and breathed in the smell of fresh spunk.

After a while we went to the kitchen for another drink and discussed what had happened, it was his first time wanking with another man. We both agreed it was an incredible experience, and would love to do it again. Which we did later. The wank room was filled with the smell of spunk, the pages looked saturated, as we once again removed our trousers, and watched each other as our erections grew, whilst we pored over, and ogled the magazines.