After a few more minutes Joseph began to stir again. He was still snoring so I was confident he was sleeping, but I guess things down below were getting uncomfortable. he kept tugging at his jockstrap pouch to release some pressure on his heavy balls. At one point he thumbed the waistband of his jock and his engorged member leapt free. He released the waist band and it landed squarely on the center of his shaft, and his sheathed cock head was exposed. He began to snore again and I was transfixed on his manhood. It continued to grow and I watched his cockhead emerge from the sheathing of his foreskin. It was big and bulbous. It was reddish purple, almost like it was crying to be relieved so it could retreat to safety. I watched. He moved some, maybe a little bit of writhing. His cock, stabilized by his waistband was moving in and out with each movement. His breathing changed. His breaths were longer and deeper, and would pause at times. I noticed when he paused he would push his hips up slightly and it seemed like another push of blood into his already engorged cock. The piss hole would open up as if his cock was crying out in pain. His hands were resting across his hairy belly, but nowhere near the mesmerizing activity below. Joseph, a man in his late 40s was having a wet dream before my eyes.
I watched his pace quicken. The breathing, the writhing, the thrusting. His piss hole stayed open like a garden hose. On one breathing pause he pushed his hips a little higher then relaxed with a long exhale. I watched as thick cum pulsated out of the garden hose between his legs. It didn't shoot out, but it was clear that it was being powerfully pushed out. First slow, then faster. Three, four, five, six pulses, then slower, then just thick clear liquid dripped from his cockhead that was almost immediately retreating and relaxing. First back inside the foreskin, then back inside the jock. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed.
Joseph stirred and he reached down to adjust his pouch and waistband like he did before. I emulated sleep sounds to give him the illusion of privacy. When he thumbed his waistband he touched the pool of cum in his belly. Some of it dropped down his side on to his mattress pad. I was eyeing one large, glistening pool of his cum, hoping he wouldn't wipe it away. Realizing what just happened he sighed loudly. I watched as he rubbed the evidence into his belly and chest hair. He also licked the remnants off his fingers.
When he fell back asleep I scooped up a pool of cum on his mattress pad and exited the tent as if i was going to take a piss. Instead I stood behind the tent and looked through the window at Joseph. I took out my cock that was aching from an hour long, rock hard erection. I used Joseph's cum as lube and drained my young, healthy balls. Relieved and satisfied, I crawled back in the tent and fell asleep.
