Some good horny comments on here, glad to add that at 68 I am still loving self pleasure, I still cum twice most times I masturbate which is at least daily. Edging and none ejaculatory orgasms are the norm for my daily hours of masturbation. Retirement is to make time for wanking – Nick
You have a gorgeous cock, and just like me, you emphasize it by shaving your cock to make it look bigger and more desirable. I’m also a hardened wanker, doing three in a row, almost always when I wake up in the morning, because doing it clears my head and makes me more attentive. I tend to walk the edge when I jerk off, as long as I can, but the normal thing on those mornings is to do them in three well-defined stages. At almost 84 years old (I’ll be 84 in March), to have an erection as hard as I like, I need the urge to put a home-made cockring at the base of my cock. That’s the only way I like to jerk off. The fact is that by rubbing here and there, I quickly reach the peak of pre-orgasmic pleasure, and I stay there, walking on that ledge of pleasure, for as long as I can. This is generally six to seven minutes on that razor-sharp edge that invites you to fall into that final abyss of definitive ejaculation. I must then stop, to avoid the final ejaculatory fall. I come to a complete standstill and let everything subside, thus entering a twilight of pleasure and repose, where my pleasure shaft begins to yield in its hardness. After a few minutes of warrior’s repose, I stimulate it again with delicious caresses, which spread over my beloved tool, as if from its anal surroundings. I then return to the precise point of the pleasurable peak, and once again delicately walk the sharp peak of pre-orgasmic pleasure, which this time has a sharper edge than before. Standing there, erotic thoughts fill my brain with delicious sensations, while my prostate throbs ever louder, requesting permission to expel the semen stored there in jets. I don’t allow it, even though my perineum threatens with pulsating pulses that threaten to spurt out. I remain, enjoying the pleasure of these pleasures and feel them gradually yielding to their desire to ejaculate. I then let go of all that delicious tension, and after a few minutes, it all starts again. Of course, this time, reaching the summit is easier, and much more dangerous if I can’t stay there walking. This third time is more acute than the previous ones, and I can almost proudly say that at this very final edge, I have been able to allow myself to let a single drop of my sperm flow, beyond the precum that normally lubricates the head of my sexual equipment. All of this, practically every day, except for the one in which, for some external reason, I have to get up earlier. God! What a jerk I’ve become! All I know is that if I have to die, and if it’s up to me, I’ll do it with my left hand on my cock. In one final jerk-off. – Juaycito
How beautifully, poetically expressed, Juaycito. Thank you. ¡Qué hermosa y poéticamente expresada está tu descripción, Juaycito! Gracias. I have just rediscovered the Edge, having lost the ability for years. In these last years of my life, my wanking pleasure has been quickly over – an unreliable erection, a rapid ascent to climax and then it’s over. But last time, somehow it was different and I rode that Edge for about 12 minutes (I was heading for 15, but not bad for a first return). I am so thrilled to be able to access that extended pleasure once again. More than anything was the pure eroticism of having the time to really explore the wonderful folds and contours of my cock – the folds of foreskin, the ridge and dome of the glans, the frenulum and the twin lobes of the glans on either side of the frenulum. Truly a delight for the fingertips and a raunchy goading for my lust. When I shot my load, of course I gathered it up from my belly and savoured every drop. I am SO looking forward to my next ridge walk! – Amar Rama
