A friend has insisted that I write you about a bizarre discovery I made during winter break from college.

I was back home with my family and our neighbors had asked me to babysit one evening. They had to go out early and I couldn’t get there until 6 p.m., so Tony, an older son from a previous marriage, was to babysit until I arrived. Tony, a college senior, was also on winter break.

I arrived as scheduled and was greeted at the door by Tony. He is tall and muscular, with a smile that reminds me of Matt Damon’s. He seemed very friendly, but had to rush off to meet some friends for dinner.

Later, after I’d put the baby to bed, Tony called. He had left a note with a phone number he needed in his duffel bag, which was in his bedroom. I gladly went in and got Tony the number, and he was very appreciative.

When I’d looked in his bag, I had noticed a videotape. I was curious about what movies this guy might like to watch, so I took it out. The label read “Demo Tape III: Reflections.” Now I was even more curious, so I decided to check it out in the den.

I quietly went downstairs and put the tape in the VCR. Was I ever surprised! The tape began with Tony walking into his bedroom. He wore a casual button-down shirt, jeans, and hiking boots, just as when I’d seen him a couple of hours earlier. In the film he walked into his room and closed the door tight, then sprawled on his bed. Then he closed his eyes and began gently rubbing his crotch. After about 30 seconds, Tony unbuttoned his shirt. He had an awesome body.

He leaned back on the bed again and slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I couldn’t believe I was watching this.

He continued rubbing his crotch until his fingers were shaking and he was breathing hard. Then he sat up and took off his shirt. He was so aroused that I thought I could actually see his heart pounding. Slowly and tantalizingly, he untied his hiking boots and dropped them on the floor, then pulled off his socks and threw them across the room. He leaned back on the bed again and slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I couldn’t believe I was watching this.

Tony pushed his jeans and underwear down just far enough to enable his huge cock to spring into view. And when I say huge, I mean he was hung like a giraffe. Tony let his cock just dangle there for a while, bobbing and throbbing with excitement. Then he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and slowly pumped up and down while he tickled his balls with his other hand. Soon his eyes were half-closed, his toes were trembling, and he was gasping and moaning with each slow stroke. After several minutes he stopped and stood up. Shaking with excitement, he got out of his pants and underwear, giving the camera a full view of his fabulous, totally turned-on, totally naked body. At this point my panties were soaked and I was every bit as aroused as he was.

There was a brief break during which he was apparently repositioning the camera. The action resumed with Tony standing in front of the full-length mirror on his closet door. The camera was perfectly positioned so you could see his tight, muscular ass in the foreground and his complete reflection in the mirror. He grabbed his surging cock with his left hand and again slid his fingers slowly up and down its length. But this time his hand gradually accelerated as his moans of pleasure become more frantic. That was when I noticed Tony holding his hand stationary and thrusting his hips forward. He was actually fucking his hand!

Then he got this funny look on his face, like he was completely losing control of himself; his thrusting got so fast that his hips were almost a blur. He rose up on his toes and his whole body seemed to go stiff. Then he shook and groaned again and again as come shot from his great sex cannon, splattering the mirror and dripping down to the floor. There was so much of it that by the time Tony had finished, the thick white sperm obliterated most of his reflection. Only his face could still be seen, displaying that cute Matt Damon grin as Tony sighed with relief and satisfaction.

Needless to say, I went straight to the bathroom and fingered myself to a series of blistering orgasms, knowing that I would now see Tony in a whole different light.