At 70, I'm on the kind of journey I could have only dreamed of when I was a kid.
When I was 15 and happily jacking off a couple of times a day, I wondered what it will be like when I’m 70, my grand-father’s age at the time. Would I still be able to enjoy masturbating and ‘having sex’? I didn’t think my grandpa was doing it at the time, or even at 60, but then I never asked him. I guess I thought we were all sexless when we “got old”! If anyone had told me then that I’d be able to enjoy masturbating every day when I’m 70, I’d have thought they were out of their mind. Well, now I know!
Being retired [semi, anyway], living in a quiet retirement community, having lots of time on my hands, and having a sleep schedule different from my wife’s, I’m usually awake around 4 or 5 a.m. This morning was no exception. At about 3:45, feeling the initial stirrings of an erection, I applied a good amount of lubricant and slipped on a cock ring for extra firmness. Within minutes I was near the edge, sensing the intense arousal that signals a climax about to start – but I immediately eased off, changed my stroking and massaging pattern, and then gradually started the build-up process again. For the next half hour to 45 minutes I continued “edging”, feeling the internal twitch of a few mild orgasms now and then, and also feeling the Cowper’s fluid as it continued to flow.
Finally I reached the point of needing a short break. There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that comes from exerting the constant focus and self-control needed for staying on the edge. After a short time I resumed edging . . . take a break . . .and then began again. And so on . . . by the time it was nearly 8 a.m. I decided that I’d had enough for the morning and it was time to get up and start the rest of my day. On average, I figure I’m enjoying about 75 hours of edging in any given month, doing nearly every day but not always allowing myself to reach a climax. Sometimes I think I’m addicted but, for anyone reading this who's experienced extended edging you know the feeling of ecstasy that comes with intense arousal. And, you know how fantastic it feels as your sexual arousal gets increasingly strong in those seconds when you approach the ‘point of no return’, right? Then, as you sense that first full-on orgasm that launches your first semen-ejaculation – how does it feel . . . like the dam has burst, or an erupting volcano, or a canon shot, or an exploding geyser? I’ve read a lot of descriptions but for me it’s like a volcano . . . that almost-hot sensation as the pressure builds . . .and builds . . and then suddenly erupts.
Pure ecstasy! At 70, the feeling today is just as fantastic as when I was 15. I still remember the first time I jacked off [as we all called it then] like it was this morning. I felt a sense of wonder, of being “happier than happy”, of having achieved something all on my own, of feeling those erotic sensations wherever I touched my “package” and the surrounding area . . . I was instantly hooked on masturbation and it [along with partner sex] became one of my life-long priorities. Health and life permitting, I’m counting on being able to continue my ‘edging journeys’ for many years to come!