Day Five

It's only day 5. But it's a Saturday, which means plenty of free time on my hands. I didn't get up until an hour after my alarm went off this morning. You can guess what I was doing. I'll be doing it again later, too. So what was I thinking about?

I love handjobs. I love it when I can just lie back, close my eyes, and let a guy go to work on my cock. Slowly. I also like it when a guy explores my whole body, oiling up my torso, thighs, arms, etc., and enjoys feeling my muscles with one hand while continuing to tease and pump my slick cock with his other. With my eyes closed, I completely lose myself in this fantasy of touch.

My body is quite "reactive" - it's really obvious when I'm getting closer - my muscles tense, my breathing changes, I start writhing, my balls tighten, my toes curl, my back arches, and I can't help but release a groan. I'll try to push my hips further into the guy's hand, making it clear that I want him to speed up and get me off.

And I love it when I get to that point and he slows down instead, maybe even stopping, holding my cock in his fist but no longer stroking it, and gripping it too tightly for me to buck my hips to get any more friction. And as I ease back from the edge, he starts to slide his fist back up my cock towards the head and holding it there, gently twisting his fist from side to side while it encases the sensitive head of my cock. I feel the sap rising up my shaft - I'm so close to blowing my load. My breathing's stopped, my whole body is tense and still the tiny twists of his fist around the head of my cock threaten to take me over the edge.

And then he stops, lets go completely, and I dribble out a load of pre-cum, but no orgasm. Just a hard wet cock, full balls, and a groan of frustration as I start breathing again. In a few minutes, I know he'll start again, and this time my cock will be sensitised, quicker to get to the edge, and even more frustrated when he denies me my load. How many rounds of that torture could I go through before I just came too quickly for him to stop in time?

So that was this morning's fantasy, and one that will probably plague me throughout the weekend. I guess I should keep busy today, take my mind off it, work out, do some work, go for a walk, watch a film, etc. Or I could just slip out of my towel (I'm writing this having just had a shower) and get a few more strokes in before properly starting my day.