I strip.
Naked now, I’m feeling extremely horny with my sexual tension and frustration at their heights. Blood is pulsing throughout my body and nowhere stronger than in my cock. Acorn sized when cold and soft, three inches of decent meat when warm and soft. Pubes short but not shaved smooth at present; just growing back so neat.
My cock rises and straightens and I feel it strongly throbbing. It fills out, blood surging throughout the veins and now it’s 6 inches long and 5 inches round at the meatiest. OK, I’m not porn star sized in the penile attribute section but I’m honest. And I’m covered; that is I’ve a wonderful foreskin which almost conceals my purple, satin, cockhead when I’m fully erect. Just a small opening circle at the tip allows my cum/piss slit to be seen and permit the creamy cum to shoot out.
Lying, naked, on the bed, legs wide open, I cup and roll my ball sack, gently squeezing and caressing the inner spheres as if to warm up the contents ready for their explosion, high into the outside world, later on. For about two or three or four minutes I roll them in my palms and fingers, feeling the ball contents, playing with the soft, wrinkled, supple skin. Squeezing, kneading, massaging my orbs, my eggs, some more, both together and separately. I relax, body ready for the next step. It’s nice to play but it’s not the main course, just the appetizer. My right hand thumb hooks around the base of my cock holding it upright.
Leaving my balls, I now take my cock shaft in my right hand gently holding it, anticipating the next few minutes. It’s the climax I crave but the build up is the anticipation and almost as pleasant. Should I wank quickly to reach the moment of joy or should I build up slowly, teasing it out to the conclusion. As I enjoy the whole experience it’s the latter this time. I want to tease a good load out of those balls. I want to enjoy the slow build up, and the stiffness of my cock, and I want to maximise the orgasm.
Hardly holding the shaft just above my short pubes I place my thumb on the upper side of the cock and three fingers on the underside. Lightly, ever so lightly, I begin the up and down rubbing motion, moving the shaft skin but not greatly moving my foreskin so that it still substantially covers the gland. A steady rhythm; not too slow; not too fast. This is the preliminary to entice more blood into the already enlarged cock. Cock head ridge now well pronounced. I keep this light massage going for a minute or two or three or more and the excitement builds. Blood is tight in my cock now, blue veins standing out proud, winding their way all around the shaft. A map of pure sexual masculinity.
But, now for the main part and the build up to the culmination of this joyous process. I move my hand up the shaft so that the thumb is placed over the gland/shaft ridge and two fingers on the underside with the index finger covering the sensitive spot, the ferenum. And now I increase the pressure of my grip on my penile pleasure pole. Head relaxed, but body tensing, I start a varied pace of masturbation, sometime slow, sometimes fast, up and down, back and forth, to and fro. I feel the tension, and all the nerves in my body, slowly migrating towards the head of the shaft in my hand. My legs start to become restless. Sometimes with soles of my feet on the bed, sometimes drawn up to near my balls still flat but with knees bent.
My hips start to rotate and buck. ‘Invisible fucking’ starts as I thrust up and down with my pelvis, with only the soles of my feet and shoulders on the bed at times. Rotating more, bucking more and thrusting more. Imagining my manhood buried in some pussy, ass or mouth. Or being manipulated, in some way, by someone else. My hand slides up and down my pole’ the grip more positive. Sometimes fast and with short strokes, sometimes slow with long strokes pulling back the foreskin exposing my now fiercely purple cockhead. Pre-come flows out of the cum-slit and, using my index finger, I smooth the clear, sticky, gel-like substance around the gland making it shiny and well lubricated. Another drop of pre-cum oozes out of the cock slit and I spread another bead of lube balm over the pulsing, purple, head.
Long strokes and fast; then slowing to a medium (fucking) speed then slow, pulling back the foreskin exposing the gland, watching the next pre-cum droplet seep from the cum slit. I love the feel of the foreskin alternatively retracting and exposing the head and then covering it. Cock head nerve senses now tingling.
Breathing getting erratic. Heavy. Then shallow. Senses becoming changeable. Lips dry; I lick them to moisten. I’m getting near the culmination of the pleasure plan. The peek I need. The release I desire. The sensation I crave.
Throughout the process I moan and groan, purrs of pure horny delight. A whispered word of satisfaction, a guttural groan of pleasure. My vocals becoming louder.
More stroking of my cock, the head getting more and more sensitive to the touch. My free hand is massaging my balls, still loose in their pouch: zealously up the spunk, teasing it out. My ‘fucking’ is getting more rhythmic. Hips jerking, groin thrusting. My hand a steady, fast, movement over the shaft, up and down, my index finger teasing the sensitive spot. I can almost feel the spunk starting to travel from their home globes up the shaft. My free hand cradles, gently holds, my orbs now with the sac tight. Nearly there. Oh yes…. Oh yes….
And then…. I’m there. The world stops, time stops and all sensation is centred on my cock head. Oh God I’m cumming. Oh yes. Mmmmmh. Oh yes. I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!
I tremble then freeze.