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Recovering from Surgery

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I recently had surgery and have been laid up on heavy meds for almost a month now. I live alone, have been single for about six months, and had been enjoying an active masturbation life since I had broken up with my prudish girlfriend. Rupturing a disk changed all that, and I became more concerned with walking again than my daily wank. In fact, I started wondering (still do) whether I had damaged some nerves running to my privates because I just didn't have the desire anymore. A week after surgery out of curiosity and boredom, I got everything to work properly, put it away and that was that. I started walking baby steps, made it to the mailbox one day, went out to lunch with a couple of married girls I know and felt almost human. After lunch, one of them hugged me; she was a bit drunk, a bit too sensual if her husband had been there, and very soft. The whole encounter lasted less than five seconds, but it left me wondering if a hug with her could be so arousing, what would sex be like. At this point it had been eleven days since my last orgasm, longest time probably since I had been on military duty fifteen years before. I went home and went immediately to sleep. Trying to look human right now is very exhausting. I woke up a few hours later with a throbbing erection. I was wearing boxers and it had already popped out of the fly. My first thought was that I am just going to come, have my first wet dream since I was sixteen. But it didn't happen. I was right there, huge pressure built up, and it wasn't going away either. I had a bit of fun, thinking of that soft married girl. I didn't touch it for quite a while, just thought about her. Then I started tapping the head, too soon for any stroking, from experience I have discovered that stroking with this type of arousal brings instant orgasm. The meds didn't matter, I just tapped my way to the point of no return in fifteen minutes, grabbed it with both hands and stroked and waited; and kept building. I needed to come so bad, it was like a dam that wouldn't break. Don't give up, don't give up, then Kaboom, booom, boom, and several more. I could barely clean up before passing out. I needed to come again tonight, hoped writing this story could inspire me. Wish me luck, I'm going for it.

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