For one reason after another - I've lost track of almost all the specifics by now - I've been extremely busy and on-the-go nearly non-stop. Fortunately, I had not been losing (too much) sleep, but the near-constant time spent on my feet left me completely drained by the end of each day. Sometimes I had large projects to work on but the vast majority of my waking hours were spent on a myriad of minor tasks that had a way of compounding themselves so that, like the Hydra, accomplishing anything became a serious problem as I'd quickly discover another task or project that needed to be tackled.
Based on the fact that nothing seemed to be a simple undertaking for me lately, it wasn't long before my body had finally worn itself out. From that weakened state I could sense something worse was on the horizon and, as I feared, it didn't take long for me to become sick. So, completely exhausted, I could barely move from my bed and spent a few days living on chicken noodle soup and cough drops. Surprisingly though (at least to me), when I finally felt over my cold and started to get back into my normal routine, I began to realize that things were almost better but there was a dull throb emanating from between my legs. Neglected for a couple weeks, my cock hung down limp and shriveled, nestled snuggly among the thick curls of my pubic hair. The throb was not an erection beckoning me to stroke it's taught-skinned shaft but seemed to be coming from somewhere a little bit deeper than that. So I began to gently massage my balls with one hand while the other ran lightly along the hyper-sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Laying at a slight angle on the bed, propped-up by a few pillows, I took my time and moved my hands and fingers from one erogenous zone to another but refrained from touching my dick directly. Not that there was any reason for me divert my fingers from their other tasks, though. Swelling slowly at first, I watched as the shrunken folds started stretching themselves out. Excited from watching myself become aroused, it wasn't long before my cock had left its previous position against my scrotum and was eagerly bobbing up and down upon my stomach. Moving one hand down I started teasing the base of my nearly erect penis while the other continued rolling my balls around in a gentle circle. Enjoying the moment I closed my eyes and, upon opening them, discovered a single drop of pre-come glistening upon my stomach. I couldn't keep my hands away from my cock any longer and slowly squeezed along its length, pushing a small puddle of pre-come out to soak the wispy matte of hair beneath my belly button. Reaching for the lube, I decided to forgo using subtlety and finesse, in favor of feeling a firm grip around my aching erection. With my left-hand wrapping snuggly against the tight and sensitive skin, I started off with a slow and steady rhythm. Slick with lube, my hand slid easily from the base to tip again and again until I could feel the first tingling hints of an orgasm rising from within me. Teasing myself, I paused and let me excitement level dip a bit, resuming my hand's motion once I felt sure enough that my body could handle the stimulation again. Repeating the teasing process a few more times, it wasn't long before I firmly embraced myself and slid my hand up and down feeling the climax was now inevitable and would be almost overwhelmingly intense. Leaning my head back I closed my eyes and let my mind focus on the energy welling-up and waiting for release. Engorged with blood, the nerves within my erection had become so sensitive I was almost shuddering from the feeling of my hand as it continued driving me ever closer to the edge. My whole body felt as if it a giant spring that was being compressed, storing up a massive amount of energy that was about to break free from any restraints that vainly continued to hold it back. With one last up-stroke my body shuddered as a powerful wave of pleasure struck me in a blinding flash of erotic intensity. My eyes clench shut as my face contorts with the sweet agony while I feel a massive discharge of tension shoot through me from head to toe. Two thick, white ropes of come rocket wildly from me, followed closely by more heavy, copious blasts of fluid as my reservoirs furiously empty themselves. Each successive eruption sends ever smaller convulsions rippling across me until I finally drop my hand, completely drained by the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. My body goes completely slack as my muscles feel numb and sated I let myself sink down into the beauty of getting re-acquainted with myself.
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