I long ago surrendered to the addiction. I don’t care anymore. I have to masturbate. God how I need it! It fills my life; it gives me a deep down satisfaction that I can constantly renew, just by pulling my zipper down. I'm over 60 too. Funny how you reach a point in your maturity where masturbating is no longer a dirty little secret, it's a natural activity. I long ago surrendered to the addiction. I have to masturbate.
"A masturbator" was right about the power of the words. I use the power, I key off the word 'masturbate'. I can quietly say the word ... "masturbate" ... and feel my cock stir in my crotch. I always want to do it, so there is never a question. I will immediately slide my hand up to my nipples and pinch them, starting the whole foreplay process of making love to myself. The wonderful little twinges of sweet sexual pleasure/pain tell me “yes, it’s going to happen. I am going to masturbate! It’s gonna feel so good!”
Then I will say it to myself – out loud: “I am going to masturbate!” My nipples are deliciously aching as I pinch them, feeling so good; my cock is starting to thicken and stiffen up. Yes! Now I know; there is no more waiting. I need it, I need it, I need it!
Now comes that fun time when I decide how I am going to masturbate. Will I just unzip and jack off quickly? I pull my pants down and sit at the computer and watch porn until I am so hard I can’t stand it? I love watching all those wonderful women masturbate their pussies and cum so erotically! Should I take my butt plug out of its drawer and sit down on it? Take off my pants and underwear entirely and squirm my butt over it until my ass is full?
I’ll glance at the clock and see -- is there is enough time before my wife gets home to get naked, lay on the bed and do the long, full masturbatory session? Can I lay there and tease my cock for an hour, edging and building up my pleasure? Plug in the home vibrator and take myself just up to that second of almost cumming? Do it three or four times? Oh God, my nipples are so sensitive now and their pleasure has made my cock jerk and throb as I get my erection.
Whatever, no matter what methods I choose my penis is alive and in my hand. My wonderful penis! It aches! It’s hungry for my loving touch. There are so many ways to give it pleasure. I can delicately rub the tip of it, teasing it and coaxing the precum to start. I can grip it fully, fuck my hand as stroke, milking out the precum in long drooling dribbles down my shaft. In a minute I could get out the Fleshlight, lube it and fuck the sweet pussy of my imaginary phantom whore ….
Ohhhh! I’m masturbating now! Jacking jacking jacking! Sweet, so sweet. It’s time to goon, to make my noises and to urge myself on. “Yes!” I cry. “I’m masturbating!!”
“Fuck Yes! I’m masturbating!!!” I’ll get quieter and copy Richard Lovell’s wonderful chants: “Masturbate … masturbate … masturbate! Masturbate my peeenisssss, masturbate my penis! Masturbate masturbate masssssturrrrbaaaaaate!”
“Masturbate my fucking cockkk!” I’m talking now to my fantasy masturbation partner, my masturbation “muse” as SOLOSEXUAL calls her – or him. My god my penis is so alive, so … sensitive so long and hard and full of pleasure as I touch myself. I love this part of climbing toward the peak of my orgasm. Sometimes I try to get in rhythm with the masturbating girl on the screen, sometimes I just call out instructions to my “muse”.
“Masturbate me! Masturbate me! Masturbate my fuckin’ cock!” and just chant the words over and over. “masturbate me, masturbateme, masturbatememasturbateme masturbatemeeeee! Masturbate! Masturbate, Masturbatemeeeee”.
I can go on for a long time,. If I am naked and edging or just sitting at the computer and stroking. But eventually I feel it. That indescribable feeling we both know, you and I. You know that rush, that aching pressure; that sweet sweet urgent need that takes over and floods your penis with incredible pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.” I tell myself.
And then louder as I tell my masturbation muse. “I’M GONNA CUM!” Sometimes I begin pleading with her: “Make me cum! … Make me cum! Ohhhhh godddd, make me CUMMM!”
“I wanna cum, I wanna cum I wanna cum” -- as always, “cum” is the only hotter word than “masturbate”.
“Masturbate me, masturbate me masturbate me. Make me cum make me cum make me cum” I plead with her. “I HAVE to CUM now!”
“masturbate me.” I whimper.
Then I am crying out, loudly. “MASTURBATE me! Maaaasssssturbaate meeee! MAASSSTURBATE MEEEEE!” and she’s doing it, jacking and stroking my throbbing penis! I can’t stand how good it feels!
It’s happening! My penis is jerking in amazing rhythmic pulses! I am so hard. So STIFF!
“I’m cumming!” I tell her. “I’M CUMMING!!!!
Now I am totally gooning, blurting out sounds. “Unnnnggg!” And “ohhhhhhhh!” And “mmmm. Mmmmm, mmmmmmmmm! Oh oh ohhhhhhh!”
It’s spurting! My wonderful sweet penis is squirting out my cum! Spurt after spurt as I go rigid and lift my ass up and orgasm!
Spurt! Spurt! Sqquirrrttt!
The pearly white goo shoots everywhere! I don’t care! I love it! I love it, I love it I love it!
And then little spurts come spitting out of the tip of my wonderful dick. Spurt spurt spurtspurtspurt. The hot wet stuff just dribbles and oozes out of my cock and over my fingers.. My cock is pulsing and pumping and jerking in my loving hand. I am in heaven!
There I am, savoring this most wonderful moment, feeling my cock – indescribably good – pulse. My ass is clenched around whatever is inside it. My other hand is kneading and petting my ‘titties’, pinching my nipples, tugging them.
“Awww,” I moan. “awwwwwww!”
There is the moment of peace. You know this moment. I am fulfilled. I am completed. The proof is dripping from my throbbing cock, dripping down on my thigh. I realize I have been holding my breath, but I can breath again now.
I pet and caress my wonderfully satiated penis. I love how it feels now as it slowly deflates.
I begin to wonder, “Should I try to cum again?” or is this enough? It’s is NEVER enough, true, but it might be enough for right now.
I’ve masturbated. I love it. I’m addicted.
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