10 Times

I've read stories about people who have taken whole days and spent them masturbating. Lying in bed, all day, hands on there genitals, making themselves cum over and over and over. These stories always intrigued me... were these people real? Didn't they have partners to share sex with? Was it just something some author made up to give guys a stiffy? Could a man even come CLOSE to coming several times in a row, like some of the stories said? Enquiring minds wanted to know! When my wife took a trip with her parents one weekend I suddenly had an opportunity to find out "first-hand". I thought about it during the time leading up to her departure and planned for my day. I kissed her goodby very early on a Friday morning, and went to work as usual. Immediately after work I put my plan into action. On the way home, I stopped at an ABS and picked up 3 movies and a large tube of lube. You know the kind... clear and cool and very slippery. I had a light meal drinking plenty of water and then made sure I peed to "clear the tube". I went to my bedroom, took off all my clothes, and put in the first movie. Then I got the lube and a towel, and lay down on the bed. Even though the wife and I had made love very enthusiastically the previous night, I soon had a good boner. I squirted on some lube and began to stroke very slowly, just watching the movie and enjoying the sensations. The movies was good, I was hard, and very quickly I was edging. I would stroke slowly and smoothly, dragging my fingers over my "trigger" as I did so. I did this for probably 5 or 6 minutes and then I fired my first load into the towel. It was great! I shot, and shot again. There was a good bit of juice and I milked my cock until I had drained all the cum I could. Enjoying the afterglow, I lightly brushed my dick for a good long time. One. Guess what? The movie must have either been very good or I was exceptionally horny, because about 10 or 15 minutes after I shot that first load I was hard again. Let me tell you it felt good the first time, but my dick was feeling REALLY good now. As before, I continued to stroke slowly and firmly as I watched the movie. I added lube as necessary to keep theat silky feeling as my hand carressed my cock. Up and down, squeezing ang releasing, I continued to tease myself. In all too short a time I was again shooting into the towel, although it was not as much this time. This second orgasm was longer, and felt slightly different than the first. It felt more relaxeed, and the throbbing of my contractions seemed to come from deep down inside. Two. Having spent myself twice in less than an hour, I turned off the movie and lay there watching tv. While I was watching, my mind wandered and I found myself thinking about the two very good orgasms I had just had. I'm over 50 now, so I usually have one and then go to sleep. I had just had two in what was, for me, rapid succession. It was enlightening and encouraging to think I could do that. I was so encouraged, in fact, that about an hour later, I put the movie back on and did it again! Just a dribble of cum this time but three times in one evening! WOW! Oh... I went to sleep shortly afterward. Three. The next morning (Saturday) I was up early to walk the dog. When I returned, I felt slightly horny, so I popped in another movie and went at myself again. Again, the lube, the movie, the feel of my hand on my penis, all conspired to bring me to another, deep, throbbing orgasm. And I seemed to shoot a bit more jism this time. Four. I went on about my morning until about noon. Then I just had to do it again. I lubed up, started stroking, and edged for a while, then popped off another very satisfying orgasm. This time I shot about the same amount of cum as I had that morning. Five. After lunch, I repeated my pre-lunch performance, with the same result. Six. This was getting interesting! I had thought that at some point I would "hit the wall" and not be able to get an erection. I had thought that I would be dry cumming. I had thought my dick would get sore. I had thought that I would lose interest. But twice more that night I lubed up, stroked slowly and firmly, edged a bit, and then had a very satisfying orgasm and produced a fair amount of cum. Seven, eight. Sunday morning I was up early again, and soon I had taken my self in hand. Lube, movie, soft, sensuous stroking. Edging. Orgasm... deep throbbing orgasm... sperm (lots). Nine. In the afternoon I again stripped naked, put in a movie, grabbed the lube and atowel, and had a good time with myself. I paid attention to the sensations I was feeling, watching my dick and feeling it as it throbbed. It felt much as it had on Friday night. It felt wonderful to rub and stroke it. The feeling of my fingers bumping across the underside of the head was marvelous. The feeling of my fingers as they each stroked my trigger (just under the head on the bottom, my most sensitive spot), soon had me edging again. And all too soon I was pumping my hot sperm nto the towel. Ten. I that point I decided to stop the experiment. I had proven what I wanted to prove. I honestly think I could have gone on the rest of the day Sunday to several more orgasms, each one very intense and pleasurable, and each one spewing a fair quantity of spunk. But I wanted to have a little sumpn' sumpn' for the wife when she got home! Sounds like some complete bullshit doesn't it? I know that if I was rading something like this I might jerk off to it but I would think it was complete bullshit made up to give some guy like me a stiffy. But... I have lived the dream. Believe it... or not.