When I Learned What Edging Was

Back from college, it was once again family time. My parents and I went to my uncle's place to spend a few days, as my father didn't see much brother because of his government job. Describing the house, it had a big constructed area in the front and a huge empty patio before a pool area waaaay in the back with three rooms: one for the pool and garden supplies/tools and two bathrooms. In the back, just before the wall where the propriety ended, there was some tall grass and a tree with a swing.

On that specific day, after lunch, the four of them (mom+dad+uncle+aunt) asked if I wanted to join them as they were going out of town to grab my grandparents back at the farm (which the viewers are now familiar with). That was the most satisfying, "Nah I'm cool," I ever said, but inside I was screaming out of joy. Their trip was going to be somewhat long because I knew that from our city to the farm, it was roughly two hours and they wouldn't just pick them up. They were obviously going to stay, have a coffee, have a chat, help them with whatever packing they had... Being optimistic, I was counting myself with 5 hours of free time, give or take.

From my family's perspective, I was just gonna chill out. Somehow that was starting to arouse me, the sudden break of expectations. As soon as they left, at around 2 pm, I wasted absolutely no time and let my hyperfocus take the best of me. I started intentionally surveilling the area in search of any small possibility that they would come back at any moment to pick back something they had forgotten. Clearing that perspective, I climbed high up in that tree and peeked out at our only neighbor's, a small aedicle that nobody actually lived in. When was 100% sure I was the only human being in a like... One mile radius... It was time.

Honestly, at first I was taking it slow. I checked my watch and it was 2:35 pm when I just jumped into the pool with the most joyful cannonball you can expect. Comparing to my own self last year, I still felt underdeveloped in comparison with other dudes in college, but I started working that year out and was beginning to pack some muscle in my 6'1" slim body. Obviously, I couldn't keep that "normal" attitude for a long time and very quickly the arousal took the best of me.

I removed my shorts and started swimming with my underwear only. It was difficult to do laps with all the water movement directly on my groins and as soon as I felt I was starting to get hard, I exited the pool. I waited for the water movement to subside and, thanks to some heavier clouds already forming, I could clearly see my reflection on the pool. That's when I very slowly started to remove my underwear: first to partially reveal my ass, then my shaved pubes and finally, my 6.5" dick that I proudly watched growing erect right in front of me. Just the wind chilling my wet skin was enough to get me even harder.

Completely aroused, I gave the pool another shot just to feel the water massage the head of my dick as I was swimming. Then, sitting at the edge of it, I started with my first strokes, very much mimicking masturbation though. Picking my hand slowly from the base of the shaft all the way up, then down again. Then the same with two hands, but always very slowly just to keep myself hard all the time while I was playing with myself. That's what I decided to do that day: have as much sexual fun as I could.

Without rushing, I began pulling my foreskin up and down, very slowly. Then completely exposing the head of my penis, tickling my frenulum with the tip of my fingers and oh my god that sent shivers all over me. By this time I was just laying in my back just passing my hand over my dick and tickling it to keep myself erected the whole time. When some precum started to leak, I gladly rubbed it all over my glans and licked whatever was left in my fingers.

That's when it started raining. A summer storm to be precise. I checked my watch and it was around 4 pm, more than one hour had past and well... I thought my fun was over and went right to the bathroom where I left my stuff, imagining I could finish off in there. While I was searching for my towel inside by bag, my phone started ringing. It was my parents and they delivered the greatest news ever: "Son, it's chaos on the road, we are gonna stay at  grandpa's for the night". Basically, people unlearn how to drive when a single drop of water falls from the sky, so they were gonna get so late that it's best just to stay the night at the farm.

That phone call renewed my strength and I just started laughing manically. I knew I had plenty of time, but now I just had basically infinite time in my hands! I celebrated getting myself completely hard again and just running back to the grass field near the pool to have the storm wash away my remaining insecurities. I didn't care how much it was raining or the wind or anything, I just wanted to let go of everything!

I remember running around the field, bouncing my erection on my belly just so the sound of it splashing the water aroused me even more. And talking about it, I mushed my feet in the flooded grass several times to make that same noise that really got into me. Then, sitting down, I positioned my hand on my dick and started fucking it, moving my butt from the floor into the air, just so when I landed it back, that same splashing noise happened. I spent around five minutes doing so and didn't even care much. It was so good that with all the rain and water around, I didn't realize my pubis was already contracting and my balls raising up. "Am I gonna cum?" - I thought and immediately stopped the fucking motion.

My dick was absolutely rock solid. And it happened to me last year (in the previous story posted here), meaning that if I were to cum, that was the time, or I'd have trouble later on. I'm glad I made the right choice and started doing anything else but jerking off. I did not properly touch my dick for the next hour or so if I remember correctly. And to keep my mind away from the urge to jerk off to completion, I just did all sorts of cool stuff, while enjoying the rain.

I rolled myself off of a small grass hill and got messed up on mud and grass blades. I did it several times, before jumping into the pool to instantly clean myself. I did some push-ups on the floor and pull-ups in a bar we had. I climbed the tree just to look at the area around me. I climbed down and went on the swings for a few rounds. All that was performed while my dick was still very much erected. When it seemed like it was subsiding, I made sure to stroke a few times becoming hard again, just so I could keep my arousal state high at all moments.

Without even noticing, I was clearly edging myself. So much so that once again, once I said, "Okay enough is enough." I simply could not cum by just regularly jerking off. I gladly accepted that because I could keep masturbating without finishing! Then, when the rain was almost over, I found myself under the tree entangled in the tall grass just stroking my dick, consistently. I was fantasizing about having tentacles or something around me, so I had the stems of the tall grass in between my legs, tickling me all the time. That's when something sort of pinched me from the inside.

The urge was coming, it wasn't like I couldn't hold anymore but all of a sudden, my whole dick became so much more sensitive. As if didn't matter how I grabbed it, my fingers and palm of the hand seemed electrified and small stings were running from my super hard penis into my groins. I couldn't help but to jerk off faster and faster, it was instinctive. That's when I started letting go louder and louder moans. I was genuinely feeling so much pleasure, something really different from anything that happened to me before. My dick was almost exploding. I could feel even more blood flowing to it, the head of the penis just glowing and swollen. And this exact feeling lasted for a long time!! I thought it would be over soon, but nothing could prepare me for what was coming, literally.

Just when my moans were getting soft as I knew I was gonna cum, a chain of strong pulses came from within me and I just started cumming, copious amounts of cum. The first even made some noise while being shot, but somehow by the third or fourth, a cataclysmic wave of pleasure just hit me. It was like my body was rewarding me for expelling all that much cum and, as incredible as it sounds, I came even more. I couldn't grasp how potent that orgasm was and I just kept screaming with all my lungs, "OH MY GOD I AM CUMMING! OH MY GOD I AM CUMMING SO MUCH!! I AM CUMMING!! I AM CUMMING SO MUUUUUCH!!" And it went like this for eight or nine jets, a real solo bukkake. Never in my life, I could achieve that amount of cum again and that much level of arousal.

After that, my body simply shut down and I fell on the tall grass like a sack of potatoes. I was tired but somehow still wide awake, panting and with eyes wide open not believing what just happened. Yes, it was very similar from what happened to me last year, but this time it was all at once. I was edging myself, but at that age, it wasn't necessary to use any accessories or toys or external stimulation. I fucking came that much and had a ginormous orgasm just out of sheer self-arousal.

Recognizing patterns from last time, my dick was still hard, believe me or not. I stood up and went to those bathrooms near the pool and prepared myself a nice warm bath. Five minutes into it, I simply gave my dick a few good strokes, with the tip of my fingers near the tip of the head, pressing my foreskin up and down. A good 10 or 12 strokes and the last few drops of cum came right along, with a good pleasurable sensation and finally some relaxation. After three hours, my erection was finally subsiding and all the muscles from that area were tranquilizing themselves.

That was another night of awesome sleep, with more than 12 hours straight. That experience overwhelmed me so much that the boring family reunion went smoothly. They still viewed me as this innocent and unprepared guy, and I did so myself. But moments like those made me grow in perspective as if I could really incorporate some of the traces of this "other me" when I was alone. Stories posted here already register that change in me, as I became very adventurous and even careless. 

To end on a good note, I remember jerking off to the memory of this experience countless times over the years and tried (with some success) to repeat it. Maybe I can make someone cum by reading this, after all.