Masturbation Regime

Once my youthful mayhem had passed I settled into a steady routine of masturbation.  I had the luck of a relatively  early start in walking myself, and others.   I have a really good flow of semen and pretty much worship my cock and the joyful process.  Unless something intervenes, like a happy visit from my girlfriend, it's mostly a three-time daily pleasure.  

Often I will wake quite early, half hard and a bit leaky.  I just grab the beast, stay on my back in bed mostly naked, give him a rapid burst with the hand, and woosh, wet sticky belly.   All over in few minutes, my day has started.   Switch the kettle on for a hot drink.   I found long since that wet, sticky spunk does nothing for the bedclothes and what I might be wearing.   I  sewed up several small towels to have in bed to mop up the cummings.   My nearby female neighbour who often sunbathes naked in her 'secret' garden corner in summer, noted these on the clothesline one day and asked their purpose.   Good idea she said. Her teen son's cum goes everywhere!    And, I could help you with that!   Which became another story.  

        I've gotten so that if I miss my morning load it's getting urgent by lunchtime.   If I miss that one, I start to leak into my briefs which are strong spot slips holding everything firmly in place.   No escape for an erection.   They sometimes get quite soggy by the time I get home at the end of the day.   Then, it is urgent action, knickers down and an immediate hard blast.  Lovely!    

I've countered the sticky pants snag:  made some towelling cock socks.   If I can't blow my load,I  just slip one on and that soaks up the leakage.    A guy in the pool changing room spotted one, thought it a good idea.   Has told me since that he has done the same, wears one at night as he has wet events in his sleep.    

I fancied seeing if I could manage a period of abstinence.    One morning I gave my cock and balls the cold water treatment.   Someone said a bag of frozen peas works well.   Not sure about that.   I concentrated on not thinking about sex, had plenty of demanding work and managed for three days with the help of cock socks to keep my briefs dry.   Went to bed quite late deliberately avoiding any tempting thoughts.     Fine.   Except that I woke very early after an odd dream involving an old pal wanking me off.   Had a very wet sock, spunk all over my tummy and a sticky t-shirt and duvet cover.    Well, I lasted three days!

           A few weeks later I tried again.   A pal reckoned to wear tight briefs, keep the beast caged.    The fourth morning was Saturday.   Me and girlfriend were to go for the week shop then back to my place.   It was belting hot, I wore just loose shorts and a t-shirt.   She was similar, her shorts barely covered her bum cheeks and those nipples tenting her top were giving me trouble.   I was getting that starting to leak sensation from the prostate zone.   I was aware that bending to the bottom shelves in the store, cock head might be peeping out of the bottom of my shorts.    Well, if anyone noticed fine!    I tried to ignore it.  

We loaded the car and headed to my place which is very rural.   I was driving, J. beside me.   It is a half-hour run.   Once clear of the town on the open road she reached over and grabbed my cock over the shorts.   That was nice but I was already wet.  Told her to stop, else I would cum in my shorts.   We got back after a short delay with cattle.    I need a fuck!     We went straight round behind the house.   J. stripped in a flash, down on the grass legs spread wide.   I had the shorts off double quick. She was wet, and I mounted her, ramming my cock home up to the hilt.   She gasped, she loves being hard fucked.  I reckon in ten strokes we both came big time.    It turned out that J. had been holding herself in for a week and was raring to go.  A fantastic orgasm, it went surging on for ages, I felt.  We had a cuddle, J. washed her cunt out in the shower.    After our meal we did it all again, much more leisurely in the comfort of our bed rather than the damp grass.  J. insisted she got grass cuttings up her bum.   My ambition was to get something else up her bum.   But, that is a later story.