Calm? … Masturbate!

By EARL FLEN

I couldn’t believe how calm I was this morning, after a week of no masturbating at all. Wifey and I had been on planes and in airports, in guest rooms at relatives houses until we returned home yesterday. No time alone, and absolutely no chance for my favorite activity. After 8 days of this denial, my subconscious was sending me near-wet dreams last night; full of old memories, pink pussies, and the urge to cum. So, as I waved Wifey out the door this morning as she returned to work, I expected to find myself in a hurry to get naked and beat off hastily and get some much-needed relief! Instead, a surprising calm came over me. Oh sure, my needy dick was aching and twitching toward erection because I knew I could finally masturbate; but I knew I had all day to give myself a great orgasm — or two or three.  I even did a few back-from-vacation chores, unpacked, and straightened up the house. Yeah, I let my cock hang out, I pinched my nipples in arousal every few minutes; but I was not in that tremendous hurry that sometimes happens when I’m finally alone to jack off and it’s so long past time that I need to cum. I only got truly hard when I finally sat down at the computer and got my muse up on the screen. At last there she was: flashing her sweet hairy pussy at me and offering me her fat breasts. I wasn’t even hasty about pulling my pants off or pulling my t-shirt up to assault my man-titties and get my nipple clamps on them. I just let it all happen slowly so that I could enjoy the anticipation. I was amazed at my control. Sure, I was trembling a little as I took the cap off my lube and squirted some in the palm of my hand, but I easily remembered to put a new cum towel in the proper place. It wasn’t until I smeared the lube over the thick head of my cock that I lost it. I was so hard. Oh my God, it felt so good to touch it! Why had I waited so long?? Eight fucking days! Jesus, I need this! And then I was so happy, it was wonderful! I was masturbating! My butt came out of the chair as I fucked into my hand-pussy. I had missed my hand-pussy so much! I stared at my muse’s naked body and fantasized over her, jerking jerking jerking to her pussy. But even then I was calm enough to make it all last, stop between strokes to tweak and pull at my nipples, and even finger-rub my anus erotically with my legs spread wide. God, it was good! I was gooning, moaning, and then doing my masturbation chant as I fucked my hand-pussy harder and faster. “Masturbate, masturbate, masssturrrbate my peenissss! masssturrrbate my peenissss! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Make me cum make me cum make me cummmm!” Then I was so ready I didn’t even think of stopping to prolong it, or consider edging. By now I was groaning “gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum”. I did my little piggy squeals, shoved my cock hard into my hand-pussy, and lifted up out of my chair, jerking and jerking. It was that sweet sweet moment … that second or two just before climax that is so perfect when you can feel the cum start to happen and everything about your dick and your crotch and your titties and ass is alive and sensual! So fucking good, so fucking good. So fucking good! “YES! CUMMING” I yelled. But even then I was calm enough to enjoy every amazing sensation as my rigid cock throbbed and pulsed and that first spurt of cum squirted out. So FUCKING good! And then I was gooning “oh oh oh ohhhh!” My nipples were in delicious pleasure-pain as the clamps tortured them. But my penis! My penis was totally full of erotic pleasure! It felt sooo fuuucckkking gooood! I was cumming!!! I squirted, and squirted and then … one more medium hard spurt … I squirted again! “ohhhhhhhh!” I watched the white goo shoot away and plop on my cum towel. I collapsed back in my chair and caressed my dripping prick, loving the way my cum was still pulsing little spasms and I was oozing jizz over my fingers. I just sat there and felt the sweet orgasm subside little by little. I watched the porn slideshow as the pussies and nipples passed on the screen. I loved the way the jelly of the lube mixed with my sperm as I babied my penis, petting it, loving it – making love to it. I was even calmer, and realized I had been holding my breath off and on. I relaxed and rubbed my cock. For a long time. I began to breathe easy.

I stopped and wrote this and the calm feeling has stayed with me as I’m about to post it to you all. Calm. Why? Because I don’t have to hurry, or feel guilty or pathetic or addicted or anything else. I’m calm because I know I can do it all I want. You know what? I am gonna do it again, slower this time. Calm … ‘cause I can do it all day. I can make up for the masturbation I missed last week. Guess what? I’m going to do it again, … right now ….