Reluctantly Edging Into the Night

I was well prepared to do my presentation the next day at the research conference attended by some well-known international delegates.  Checking in at the hotel front desk in the late afternoon would afford met a good night's sleep and a chance to go over my presentation one more time. The girl at the front desk bent down to get my room keys, which gave me a chance to stare down her ample cleavage exposed by her lowcut blouse. “Enjoy your say Mr. Banks,“ she said with a lovely smile, handing me the keys.  I was still going over the image of the girl's breasts as I walked into my luxury room. The queen-size bed with white linen and duvet across the desk below a big mirror on the wall. The bathroom with a shower and a dual wash basin was splendidly tiled and mirrored.  

The bar fridge was stocked with beverages and I took a fruit juice to drink while I scanned through the channels on the TV including the hotels information channel. I finally sat down at the desk opened my laptop and went through the presentation one more time. I was feeling horny in the privacy of the hotel room, the image of the receptionist’s cleavage and the beautiful wide smile. I opened Solo Touch in another window on the notebook and started to read a new story posted by one of my friends in ST.  

While reading I loosened my trousers and exposed my semi hard cock, touching it and fondling my balls lightly. At the end of the short story, I felt relaxed and aroused. I stripped naked, stepped into the shower, with the intention to masturbate to a quick orgasm before going to have something light to eat as I was not really hungry.  

Slowly stroking my growing cock, I was more sensitive to the feelings of the hot water on my body and my foreskin sliding back and forth over my glistering head. As I looked up and into the mirror, I watched myself masturbate which enhanced my horniness. I stroked slowly enjoying the pleasure being derived and decided not to cum yet. After drying myself I took a dry towel, opened the sheets and placed it on the bed to prevent staining the white linen with precum or cum.  

“Let's enjoy some edging for another 30 minutes, before we go for dinner,” I said to myself, as I set the event timer on my cellphone. I sat back against the pillows, opened my legs wide across the bed and started to stroke, slowly building up to an approaching orgasm. Once I was close, I stopped, looked in the mirror on the wall, clearly seeing some precum oozing out from the slit in my cockhead.  Witnessing my self-pleasure arose me even more and was soon back at working my way up the edge again. With no disturbance and no rush, I focused on the waves of pleasure rippling from my genital into my body and legs every time I came close and stopped.  It felt as if these pleasure ripples exit through my feet as it subsided. I would immediately restart my stroking, again focusing on the pleasure waves dissipating in my body. The regular sensations felt so good that I lost track of time and almost got a fright when the 30-minute timer alarm sounded.  

I picked up my cellphone, silent it and looked at myself in the mirror with my erect cock now wet with precum. I took a few deep breaths, and without really registering I set the timer for another 30 minutes.  Soon I was back at masturbating, enjoying the pleasure waves one after the other. I became more and more aroused and experienced all kinds of rewarding feelings. “I just love my cock being the giver of such intense almost continuous pleasure,” I mumbled while jerking. 

“I'm not hungry anyway, I will eat from the fruit of my self-pleasure,” I said as the timer sounded the second time. I stood up to have a pee, but stopped in front of the mirror and watched myself reaching the edge again, throwing my head backward enjoying yet another pleasure wave.  

Soon I was back on the bed, having set the timer for 40 minutes this time. My own words, “Continuous pleasure,“ still echoed in my thoughts. “Why not eliminate the frequent stopping and have continuous pleasure waves?” I asked myself as I resumed masturbating. This time as I approached the edge, I slowed down not going any closer but keeping It short from the point of no return. As the intensity subsided a little, I would increase my pace regulating the pleasure. My mind was now focused on hovering at a point of continuous pleasure which was not intense enough to push me over the edge but intensely pleasurable. The urge to cum was strong, but I kept on saying to myself, “It’s good enough!” as I felt the continuous pleasure pouring into my body from my genitals.  

My legs and my pelvis movements became spontaneous as I moaned and spoke to myself and my penis, giving praise to it as the source of pure bliss. I became in control of the pace, and started to change my grip. Sometimes I stroked with a backhand grip and other times I pulled the foreskin back stroking my palm over my cockhead. I would stroke only my shaft tugging lightly on the frenulum and altering my pace for each different grip. Amazingly I reached this plateau of constant pleasure, my focus only on the different sensations in my cock and body. The urge to cum was slowly replaced by a need to continue indefinitely.  

By the time the timer sounded I had no intention to do anything but experiencing ongoing pleasure. I took a minute break to breath and spread the oozing precum over my needy cock. I felt proud being able to masturbate like this and lost myself over the next hours taking a break from the pleasure only to pee and rest a minute or two.  

I was shocked to notice the time approaching midnight with still no desire to stop what I was doing. I was torn between continuing to edge or cum and get some sleep. I was being torn apart between my lust and sense of responsibility. Finally, I compromised. I set the timer for an hour, switched off the light an went to sleep. When I woke from the timer, I set it for 10 minutes and got myself to that plateau of pure bliss again. This ritual continued right through the night, sleeping for an hour and experiencing pure bliss for 10 minutes  

At six in the morning I was again stroking, but started to pick up speed departing from the “feels good enough” point and moved on to cross the point of no return. My whole body shook and my limbs jerked as I had an intense orgasm. Cum spurts covered my stomach and I growled from the intensity. My body contractions continued even after I stopped spewing cum much like the aftershocks of an erupting volcano.  

As I showered, and I was upset with myself depraving me of sleep before such an important event. “Today you will pay the price of your irresponsible behavior,” I reprimanded myself.  

I felt awake, relaxed and totally on top of my subject during the presentation and had very good interactions with the other delegates. Apart from forgiving myself for my behavior, I promised myself that this will be my new goal whenever I have enough alone time.