A Temporary Mark on My Dick

Well Jst, like you, I do enjoy a good palm rubbing of the glans. You're right about that squirming feeling. When it's right, it is just about unbearable. But as hard as you want to try to get away from it, you want more at the same time. And then after a couple of minutes, the feeling kind of evolves. Instead of being a horrible tickle, it turns into something like a cross between a feeling that you want to pee, and are going to cum. Yet, you don't pee or cum, generally. When I was in my early teens, I played with a friend of the same age. I had already grown a few straggly hairs on my penis, but he didn't have any hair yet. I started giving him a handjob, which he was loving, and suddenly, he started peeing all over the place. I think that was an adolescent first orgasmic response. I suppose at that age, the body can be confused. I quickly squeezed the end of his dick shut, and together we walked to the bathroom, where he finished peeing in the toilet. I can only imagine how the pressure must have felt as I held his pee in. As it was, there were a good few ounces of urine soaking into my bedspread and blankets, that I later had to clean up. But that's another story... A few years ago, I hooked up with this guy I found online. I wrote an ad saying I only wanted a hand job with palm rubbing. Of course six guys wrote back offering to suck me, wanting ass reaming, and just everything else. Like as if they didn't read my ad at all. Typical. But one guy got it. He was very much interested in trying that treatment on me, and to my joy, didn't even want any reciprocation. So I went over to his place, and found him quite likeable. He was a couple years younger, but looked older than me, in my opinion. He had recently moved to the area, and seemed kind of sheltered. Hadn't had any experience with women in his whole long life, and not that much with men, either. We talked a bit, and then went into his bedroom. I just casually took off my pants and underwear. He wanted me to take off my shirt, too. I had planned to keep it on, because it was a bit cool in the room and thought I might eventually get cold. I took my shirt off to make him happy. He started complimenting my body. I guess that's something gay guys do - they always tell each other they look good. I don't look that great. I'm older, covered with gray hair, and a bit heavyset, as you can see. He had me lay down on a towel on the edge of his bed, while he pulled up a chair. He arranged it so my upper body was laying crosswise on the bed, my legs wrapped around his hips, and he had a very good position to easily and comfortably work on my dick. I knew this was going to be good. He started by just gently touching my dick and balls. It was rather delicious, and I became hard almost right away. At my age, and level of experience, I can be rather jaded, and so don't always become erect right away. Not like in my teens and twenties, when I'd get hard at every little thought, with no stimulation at all. Like in class, just the sound of chalk on a chalkboard could set me off, which I know doesn't make any sense. I'd have a hardon right there in class, and would have to rearrange my sitting position to be comfortable and to hide my erection in my pants. Anyway, his light touch had me hard right away. I had him grab some oil and start in on the palm rubbing thing. I instructed him on how to wrap the fingers of one hand around the shaft of my penis, alternately squeezing it a bit, and then holding it loosely for a minute or two, while rubbing the palm of his other hand right across the very tip of my dick. I also explained a couple other details, like how varying the speed, pressure, and angle can make a world of difference. You know, Jst, how sometimes you can get little sensation from it, then the person starts rubbing a bit more over the top just above the slit, and suddenly you're in torture-heaven? Of course you do, I've read some of your stuff on SoloTouch. So, I told him all about exactly what to do, and he was very happy taking instruction. He said he wanted me to be his 'teacher.' The one thing I don't think he really got was about the squirming part. I did tell him that he'll know he's got it right when I get all noisy and squirmy, like I'm trying to get away. He also didn't understand about edging, as I'll explain in a moment. His version of what he thought I wanted was to start rubbing harder and harder. Way hard. It did feel rather nice, but it also hurt a bit. I could feel a sort of burning sensation on my glans, as if he was somehow pulling the skin with his high-pressured rubbing. It was unique, and that sent me over the edge. I said 'stop' but he kept going, and I came. Oh, it was nice, but not nearly as nice as it could have been. He rubbed a bit more, but I was done. I asked whether he'd like some reciprocation, but he said no. He was satisfied. [Jst: I've run into this a couple of times before. Some men from their late 50s into their 70s, or maybe beyond, don't want to be touched or even seen. They just seem to enjoy giving pleasure to others. I'm guessing it is because they can no longer get erections, or at least not easily, and for them trying would be like hard work.] I thanked him, and went home. I took a shower and noticed something weird: The tip of my dick had a kind of rough red ring around it. It took about three days for that to heal. I had to put in an effort to make sure my wife didn't see it, since I'd have some explaining to do. The explanation I was planning to use, if she were to ask, was that I had done it to myself. She knows I masturbate, of course. I've done it in bed right next to her many times. I would have just told her I experimented with glans rubbing on myself, and went too far. But it healed before she ever saw the injury. Needless to say, I never revisited that guy.