inkogneato's Blog

So I went out of town for several days, staying with family, and consequently didn't masturbate for five days or so. May not sound like much, but I can't remember the last time I went that long. I had a romp - partner and everything - shortly before leaving, but even so, it was ridiculous.

I woke up every morning with raging wood, and didn't touch it. I suppose I could have rubbed one out in the shower, but opted not to. In the last couple days, I was like a horny teenager - every pair of young legs, every nice ass, every little bit of cleavage had my pants twitching ominously. The flight home found me sitting near a pretty professional who fell asleep, skirt above the knees, blouse well filled out, lips slightly parted... I'm not that guy, I'm really not, but I couldn't stop looking. Salivating. Balls throbbing.

I got home this morning. Closed the door to my room. I was utterly exhausted, but there would be no sleep. Not yet. I fired up my computer as I got undressed, checked email and such, and then settled in my chair and met my dick again for the first time.

It had been clamoring for this for days, and it knew it was time. My hand brushed it and it jumped, rising slightly with each visible throb. I hadn't even started yet, but it knew. As urgent as it was, as tired as I felt, I still decided to take my time and savor it. I browsed around through some semi-porn, nothing too wild, just a little posing, partially clothed stuff. It didn't take much before I was fully erect, standing straight up and twitching. It was this that I finally laid a hand on for the first time.

I didn't grab at first, just laid a few fingers on the shaft, and I strained at the touch. My balls lifted, the shaft thickened even more, and the head swelled to a shiny purple dome. It was on. I started working it, very softly, very slowly, just a couple fingers at first, gentle, pulsing squeezes in rhythm with a slight up and down motion. My heartbeat pulsed in my temples in rhythm with a cock that was no longer just throbbing, but thumping. I kept it slow, light, gentle, but relentless. With my other hand I found some better porn.

I took myself fully in hand, and I was hot to the touch. My balls shifted and rolled, threatening eruption, and indeed glistening beads of precum were already surfacing. I ran a finger across the opening, spreading the clear, slippery liquid across the glans, watching as I lifted the finger and a string formed between it and my shiny purple head. More oozed to the surface and began to run down the bottom of the shaft. It wouldn't be long. I was flushed, breathing heavy, yearning.

I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, watching it swell to the point of bursting, yet more precum pumping out and running down, my cock now slippery and sticky and gleaming. I began to pump in earnest, cock and head pulsing so hard with each heartbeat I thought I might pass out, but not letting up for an instant as I worked my meat, occasionally cupping a few fingers under my balls at the bottom of each stroke. I felt it coming, my ass tightening, my hips thrusting and straining involuntary.

I didn't so much come as explode. How many feet the first blast flew I couldn't say. I'm usually careful about where I cum to avoid a mess, but today I didn't care. Wave after wave surged through my cock, streams of white ejecting forcefully in an arc, most straight forward, some catching my finger and running down my hand, some flying wildly as I worked my cock like my life depended on it. It was the thickest, heaviest load I've seen from my balls in a long time, volumes of solid, sticky white, getting everywhere imaginable. It seemed to go on forever. I may have been noisy. I didn't care.

In the end I slumped in my seat, red, flushed, beads of sweat on my forehead, squeezing the last drops from my hard on before dropping my hand and panting. I was a sticky mess, gobs of gooey jizz on my hand, my balls, smeared all over my cock, some on my chest and even a bit on my face. I surveyed the damage, splattered all over myself and my room, and appreciated it as I caught my breath and the throbbing in my diminishing member began to subside. It was fucking incredible.

I made a half-assed attempt at mopping up, then collapsed face-down into my pillow and slept like the dead.

Now I'm up again. And it's time for round two.