I was 21 and a still a virgin (I know...I was really a wallflower) and had not yet met the love of my life. I was encouraged to get myself "right" and come back to my parent's church....a sect that considered masturbation the 8th deadly sin. So....I quit smoking (1st attempt) and drinking and jacking. I was good on the no booze and smokes part but after 3 weeks I was having serious discussions with myself about the wisdom of my decision to ignore my beautiful and very needy penis.
Every time I peed it twitched a bit in anticipation of further activity and I woke up with raging morning wood most days. I finally decided to say "fuck it" and have a good wank. I was still living at home on the farm and working a summer job wrenching on Volvos and British junk.
So the next afternoon after work I took the scenic route home and found a secluded spot. I got out of my Nova and went around to the passenger side, got in and undid my jeans and slid them down along with my shorts to unleash my now hard, throbbing and wet cock. It had been difficult to concentrate on oil changes at work as I was anticipating making love to myself later. I pulled back my foreskin to expose my exquisite purple glans. It was so engorged and wanting. My pee hole opened and closed in time with the throbbing. I didn't want to rush...I wanted to extract maximum pleasure out of my cum. Precum oozed out of my peehole and glistened on my shuny glans. I rubbed the lobes on the underside and they were sooooo sensitive it was almost painful...almost. I continued on.....I could almost feel my orgasm begin so I'd stop....let my cock get a little soft then begin teasing the lobes again. After 3 or 4 of those breaks I couldn't take it any more and rubbed until I felt my prostate release and my hot semen course it's way to freedom. My shaft lengthened and my glans got painfully but beautifully hard as cum....a whole lot of cum started to shoot out...hitting the hot black dash of my car. My cock kept spasming for what seemed like minutes until it was spent and my prostate empty...and aching. Oh what sweet pain!
I cleaned up, licking my sweet nectar off my fingers and cleaning up the dash as best I could. My cock felt so good and I was in heaven. Nothing that feels that good can be bad. In the shower that night I came again...but nothing like my monster cum after 3 weeks of silly denial.
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