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An edging masturbator said:

I was reminded today of how virtually uncontrollable the raw URGENCY to edge can become and how potentially hazardous our edging trade can be. Here’s the short tale:

Went to gym as per usual, worked out studiously as per programme, admired self in mirrors, observed the built, the young, the hung and the wannabes. Randiness City. Slipped into a stall in the men’s room to edge for a while, gliding along on the silicone lube I carry in my gym bag, had some gorgeous mind-buzzing edges, gagging in the awkward bass and treble resonance of me own voice box, so here comes the rush, and another … ooohhh, aaahhhh…. but couldn’t stay very long, because a guy living in my neighbourhood had asked for a ride back home after workouts. So I dutifully stopped, pulled my T-shirt over my shorts to conceal le général in full dress uniform… collected my neighbour and dropped him at his gates (wifey no doubt awaiting his arrival).

During the drive my cock was feeling full and deliciously horny, but after I had dropped off my neighbour, le général ordered a full- scale offensive and “steeled” himself against any protestations I may come up with to delay the immediate resumption of summiteering the contours of male pleasure. By the time I reached my drive-way, I was blinded by lust.

The urgency to stroke my cock had become unbearable!!! My hard-on firmly anchored itself into my groin and was snatching at my prostrate …. While the garage door opened oh so tediously I wildly dug out the hard fucker from under my shorts, my hand immediately encased the hot hot shaft, the other hand flying up to reassure my aching nips OH FUCK, WHAT BLISS!!!!!

I ran the car into the garage, violently halting inches from the wall, breathing shallow and fast, killed the engine and settled back in the driver’s seat to continue the voyage, nothing else mattered, nips all aglow, bod shudderin’ `n ridin’ the winds and waves of a North Atlantic gale…. My consciousness entirely absorbed in the task ahead… This was the beginning of so many WILD RUSHES….

After the first few waves I hurriedly grabbed my gym bag on the back seat and dug out the lube. The soft silky liquid on my SEARING HOT HARD COCK felt better than anything I hope you can image, so it nearly made me cum there and then, but I let go for that all- important few seconds, clamped down, face contorting fiercely under the strain, epiglottal ugh ugh ughs, & waited for the threat of impending eruption to pass …. and then, oh so breathlessly, allowed fingers to once more generate the next rush… flash floods in the Grand Canyon while cock raged under the slippery ministrations of gentle/forceful pressures on the trigger spots, balls aboiling… Ohhh, aaahhhh….gurgling oscillating between delighted whimpering and ugly snorting of stud bulls in deep rut.

Both nips screamed for comforting, so I tore off T-shirt and swiped some lube over the hardened rosy mounds - could have used a third hand - tried to pacify them, one after the other, with my right hand while cautiously exploring the trigger points of cock with LH finger tips. Some time thereafter shugged off my shorts completely & remembered to shut the garage door with the remote – the lights were fully ablaze – reclined the driver’s seat backwards and surrendered to the incessant urge, urgency, to catch the next edge …eyes closed, yet stifling smoke and droning thunder, bolts of lightning, electrifying surges, muscles all tensed up and relaxed at the same time, muffled squealing of desperation and very audible FUCK MEEE!!!! victory paeans. Victoire sans merci.