Abstaining For Two Weeks And Then Having An Awesome Orgasm

When I was an adolescent I jerked off almost every day. Two or three days without an orgasm was enough to make me crazy with need. One time, though, when I was seventeen, I went to a week-long camp. I was busy all day and at night I was in a cabin with four other guys. So there was never any time or privacy to play with myself. At the end of the week I was in desperate need of relief. In those days, when I was still a virgin, I made up private games to satisfy my need for sexual adventure and variety, like seeing how long I could masturbate, keeping my erection all the while, before coming. Or finding out how many times could I get hard, masturbate for a few minutes and nearly come, then let myself go soft, and then start again. That REALLY made for an intense orgasm when I finally let go, screaming. Or fingering my anus. Or stripping in front of a mirror, trying on different clothes, assuming different positions in various stages of undress. Or going to a hidden place in the woods to get naked. And so on. The night I came back from the week-long camp I arrived home late. My balls were bursting and my whole body was glowing. But it was late and I was tired, and I decided to wait until the next day so I could really enjoy it. Well, the next day came and my cock and balls felt heavy and thick, but I realized that the past eight days were the longest I had gone without an orgasm since I had been having orgasms--more than five years, when I first got pubic hair and started thinking about girls 24-7. I wondered if I could make it another day. It became a game. I'm not going to masturbate, I thought, but that's really sexy. I thought I'd go mad, thinking constantly about my penis, the throbbing in my balls, the glow around my ass, my nipples, and my whole damn body. It was frustrating but also fun in a masochistic way.  One day turned into two. On the ninth day without an orgasm, I decided to go for two weeks. I spent those days in a delicious agony. I would hold my penis when I urinated but not otherwise touch it. It made me constantly aware of it. I'm a boy, I thought, I have a penis and it's sticking out of me and it's there inside my underwear inside my pants. It wants me to touch it, stroke it, and make it hard but I won't do it. Penis, penis, penis, it kept calling to me. It would stir and start getting hard but I wouldn't help it along. I made it worse in fact by teasing myself in various ways. In the shower, for example, I took pleasure in the hot water flowing sensuously on my body. I would wash my cock and balls, but not stroke them. On the fourteenth day it was all I could do from running to the nearest private place, pulling down my pants, and masturbating fast and furiously to orgasm. I distracted myself with other things, riding my bike, walking, watching television, reading. It was summer so I could get out and get my mind a little off my desires. Then on the fifteenth day, I headed out to the fields near where we lived. I found a quiet, hidden place where I took my pants off and started playing with myself. My cock got so hard it almost hurt. It felt huge. It was darker in color than I'd ever seen it, a purple red hue. My whole world centered on my penis, my whole consciousness, and I thought, "Wow, am I going to enjoy this." So I went at it. I didn't need to fantasize about girls and what in my virginal state I wanted to do to them and for them to do to me. I just laid back, looking at the big blue sky between the treetops. I was thinking about how long it had been and how big and hard my cock was. How good it is to be a boy, to have a penis, to be hard, to pump it in your hand and rub it back and forth. To feel an earthquake rumbling from deep inside your swollen balls and belly, quiet and distant at first, but then louder and closer until--OH MY GOD! I cried out as I squirted one big shot after another of thick beautiful heavy white boy-cum into the air, all over my belly, arms, hand, and even a few drops as far as my chin. What a cum. It was epic. I've never gone that long without an orgasm again, but I enjoy the memory. Crazy kid.