Urges

Urges by Anonymous As I have come to discover from reading this page, I am not very differentfrom many people. Periodically I have sexual "urges". Sometimes these urgesare very subtle, such as a passing, slightly erotic thought. Sometimes theymanifest themselves in a more physical manner, like what I refer to as a"tingle." (By "tingle" I am refering to a very real sensation that I feel in(or, more accurately, under) that extemely sensitive spot of my dick justbelow the head on the underside. Being circumsized, this place is actuallyeasy to find, since it appears as a junction formed where three visiblelines of flesh come together. Ladies, if you want to make a man cum quickly,remember where this spot is.). The passing thoughts I usually ignore. Butwhen I feel the tingle, it is almost certainly time to take matters in hand! A few nights ago, I was lying quietly in bed trying to go to sleep when Ifelt that tingle. I was tired, and had been reading some of the storieshere, and had gone directly to bed without having cum as I usually do. So,consequently, this tingle was very strong. I felt it start very deep insidemy penis, and it was almost impossible to ignore. I rolled over onto my back and my organ immediately started to grow. This byitself is a very pleasurable sensation, so I resisted the temptation totouch myself, letting it grow to full erection by itself. I very quietly (mywife was sleeping beside me and I didn't want to disturb her) removed myunderwear. In the dim light from the clock I could see my dick finish thehardening process. It stood up full and proud, and it was eager to becaressed. At this point the tingle was very strong, and my cock was throbbing. I veryslowly and gently reached for it, touching only that spot I descibedearlier. I touched it tenderly, using only the tip of one finger. Slowly,very slowly, I teased it with that fingertip, using a small circular motionwith only the slightest pressure. This was making the tingle turn to analmost burning sensation. I was torturing my self with this delicate caress,and it was magnificent. As the feelings started to intensify, I softly pressed my thumb against thetop of my penis, just below the head and directly opposite where my fingerwas so excruciatingly massaging the "spot." To say this felt good would bethe classic "understatement of the year." This was wonderful! Also, a verylarge part of the excitement was in trying to keep still while my handpleasured my dick, so as not to wake my wife. So far so good... she wasstill asleep. Gently, I continued my massage of the spot, relishing the way my rod wasthrobbing, and feeling the growing pressure building in it. Severalpre-orgasmic spasms made my dick jerk and jump as I continued myself-torture. Still touching only the spot with the most delicate ofcaresses, I experienced the first rush of my impending orgasm. It was sointense, and it felt as if it was going to be a gusher! Maddeningly, I continued to touch only the spot with only the tip of myfinger. Back and forth... around in circles... back and forth... faster andslower, I alternated motions and tempos. The pressure in my pecker wasbuilding. The need to cum became paramount. Back and forth... I needed toshoot. Around in circles... My dick was as hard as a rock, throbbing fromdeep inside. Back and forth... And then... With one large push, sperm shot from the end of my dick. Spurt after spurtit pumped, sending thrills up and down my spine while ejaculating myman-juice. My dick pulsed as it pumped its thick load through itself. Icould feel every drop as it made its way through my organ. Pumping theviscous fluid through its inner tubes intensified the feeling within mycock, and it quivered under my delicate touch. Cum flew on to my belly as mypenis expelled its copious load for what seemed like minutes. I continuedthe massaging motions throughout the orgasm, teasing myself to the last. All too soon the spasms began to subside, and my penis, now sated, stoppedits steady pumping and twitched periodically, each twitch a remnant of thepleasure it had just experienced. Keeping up the tender teasing of my dickit slowly deflated until it was completely soft. I continued my massagingmotions for a while longer, and stopped only when my cock was limp in myhand. Just as I was about to doze off, my wife grabbed some kleenex from thenightstand and handed them to me saying, "Here you go, babe. Goodnight."