When I masturbate I like to recall something hot that I’ve done recently - a fresh memory to get me over the edge. Lately I've been remembering an amazing coconut oil hand job I gave to a friend. He was very good to me - he had rung in another guy to help show me the best time. We’d had a great evening, hours of fun, now we were relaxing in bed, just the two of us. He was young, fit and a very sensual lover. A rugby prop - big and broad. I told him I’d give him a rub down. He had a tub of coconut oil next to the bed, he’d used it as lube and to massage me earlier in the evening. He lay back to enjoy my attention. It was his turn. The oil gave such a good glide, warm, delicious if I wanted to suck him inbetween. I teased and edged him for an age. His cock was so hard. Purple. Throbbing. Towards the end I could feel it building in him. The way he was gripping the sheets. The way his toes were curling up. His incoherent mutterings. His head rolling around on the pillow. I loved observing him. I loved being the cause of these reactions. I was so aroused - getting pleasure from his pleasure. I wanted his cum and I was going to get it. I stroked him faster, firmer. I leaned over him, he kissed me deeply. Reached down and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto him. With one hard thrust he slid into me, groaning at my wetness. Two thrusts, three, four - he yelled, keeping me hard against him as he filled me up. I need something else to add to my spank bank