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PRECUM by JackI'd been very busy during the last few weeks, and hadn't had time or even inclination to take care of myself as I usually do, so I had not cum for about three weeks. That day, I was having lunch with some friends in a restaurant, when I had to urinate. I went to the men's room, skinned my hood back far enough to clear the pee-hole, and relaxed my sphincter to let the flow begin. After I was through, I milked the last drops from my prick and put it back inside my pants. Then I felt a tickle in my cock-root, and droplets seeping through my tube. I unzipped and pulled out my cock, and saw a large glob of thick fluid emerge from the end of my thick, nippled foreskin to fall onto the floor. I realized that if I had not had my foreskin to catch it, the juice would have made a large wet spot on my pants. I felt more fluid seeping up my tube, and grabbed a paper towel as I milked it down. A big milky drop emerged, and my first thought was "pus." However, the next glob was clear, and so was the one after that. I milked my shaft and sopped up the fluid until I was satisfied that I wouldn't wet my clothing, and went back to join my companions. I realized that I'd had an inadvertent release during waking hours, like the release of pressure a wet dream provides, but without the thrill. My prick had been soft all through the experience, as well. In any case, most of what I'd seeped was prostatic fluid, not semen, and I was way overdue for relief. The moment I got home that evening, I took off my clothes and lay a large towel on my bed before I proceeded to give myself relief. I was lying propped up on the bed as I slowly stroked my cock to orgasm, confident that however hard I sprayed, I wouldn't leave my sheets damp and sticky. I began by squeezing the head through its thick hood, feeling the answering throbs in my cock-root and enjoying the slow engorgement that followed. My shaft and glans swelled to fill up my foreskin, and I saw the corona prominently visible through the covering hood. I felt a tickle deep inside, and the slow, sensual feeling of drops of pre-cum crawling up my tube. Within a minute, my glans was awash with lubricant inside my hood, and I felt it sloshing around as I squeezed the foreskin again and again. I felt a tingle in my glans and shaft, telling me that I urgently needed an ejaculation, and I decided to pull my foreskin all the way back, revealing the purple Darth Vader helmet that tops my shaft. Released from its fleshy envelope, the head swelled fully, and I saw that the pee-hole had pouted into the tear-drop shape that comes with erection. A drop of penile dew filled it, then swelled and dribbled off onto the glans. I gently rubbed a fingertip around my rim, savoring the slow, delicate sensation, knowing that I could hold back for only so long before the force of nature overtook me and I'd be shooting jet after streaming jet onto my stomach. More clear juice flowed, and I took a deep breath, concentrating to keep my pelvic muscles relaxed. Now I began pulling back gently on my foreskin, because touching the glans directly would have sent me blasting off within seconds. Instead, I stretched the nerve endings in my inverted foreskin, drawing back harder until the tug of my gee-string pulled my glans. By this time, my purple cock-head had become even darker with engorged blood, and the rim had swollen and flared even more, ready for the final moment. I stroked forward slowly, gently bumping my foreskin against the rim, then pulled back again, enjoying every subtle sensation. More pre-cum emerged from my engorged tip, and I felt the build-up of sensation deep inside as my crotch muscles began contracting despite my best efforts. Another drop emerged as my pelvic muscles contracted slowly, ready for the long forward leap into orgasm, and this time I saw the drop was milky. I took a deep breath and relaxed, just holding my prick, until the spasm had passed. I bumped my ridge again, then pulled back hard, producing another spasm deep inside that expelled another drop. My cock-root contracted again, a little milky jet erupted from my tear-drop, and I knew I was on my way. I cried out as a huge spasm enveloped my cock-root and pelvis, making my hips come up off the bed, and a hot powerful jet shot up my tube to burst from my tip and shoot ten inches into the air. Now I was totally caught up in it, my cock throbbing hard in my fist and my eyes closing as I was overwhelmed with sensation. I kept my cock skinned back as throb after throb filled it. Three weeks' worth of cum was bursting from my cock in just a few seconds, and my entire body quivered in delight. My joyful groans filled the room as I thrashed on the bed, spurting until I felt empty. I lay back and relaxed again, dizzy from the biological storm that had just wracked my body. I got up, gathered the towel, and went into the bathroom for a shower. I soaped myself thoroughly, washing away the sweat that had covered me. When I got to my dick, I stripped back my foreskin to rinse away the lubricant and wads of cum that remained, but the moment the hot water hit my glans, My cock began swelling again. I felt a powerful itch in the corona, telling me I needed relief again, as I began scratching the itch by stroking my foreskin up and down. I used long strokes, savoring the delicious feelings as my thick, tight hood caressed the swollen glans first up, then down, on each trip. I tightened my grip, compressing the corona each time the foreskin bumped over it, but I still needed more stimulation. It was hard to believe, but only minutes after shooting a tremendous load, I was worked up again and had to have release. I was breathing hard, bent over, as my fist enclosed my prick with a hard grip, my mind concentrating on the beautiful sensations and anticipating orgasm. I wasn't trying to relax and make it last: now I was pumping with frenzied strokes, giving in completely to the biological need to spew my cum as quickly as possible. I wasn't even trying to relax my crotch muscles, and I felt the tightening with joyful anticipation. I was groaning and grunting, and bending forward and back in rhythm to the strokes. My mind and body were entirely focused on bringing on the cum, and I felt drops of lubricant flowing up my tube. Now I held my breath as I straightened up for a moment, and felt my insides let go. A heavy throb filled my prick as the first hot jet burned its way up my cock to shoot into the flow of shower water and was washed down the drain. I bent over again as another gush erupted from my hot, swollen glans, and I cried out in agonized ecstasy. My cock throbbed again as I sagged against the tile wall, helpless and totally absorbed in the delicious sensations in my prick, loving every moment as I shot and shot again, jets spraying my legs, feet, and dribbles flowing over my encircling fingers. I stroked my foreskin forward again, then stripped it back hard, baring the head so that I could see the next white stream erupting. A hot thrill ran from my throbbing glans back through my prick and up my spine, making me weak as I slowly sank to the floor of the shower. Now a few weaker spasms made me shudder, until I was still and my prick had stopped spurting. I felt my cock soften in my hand, and I put an arm out to brace myself as I got to my feet. I rinsed the cum off my prick, and replaced the protective cover over the red and inflamed head. Turning off the water, I dried off and climbed into bed, confident that this had been the final time that night. Within seconds, I was in an exhausted sleep.

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