Wednesday. Another whole day alone with my penis at work. All I can think about is masturbating. All I do is masturbate. Resisting it is as futile as trying to control the tides. I hear my colleagues' computer keyboards clacking away while I feverishly stroke my beloved cock. That's just how I am, it's my nature, what else can I do but masturbate? The very thought of it turns me on.
Monday. I'm going to pick up my wife late tonight at the airport. Since she left to visit her family on Friday evening, I've jerked off about 20 hours and cummed about ten times. I plan to leave work early so I can masturbate again, maybe once or twice. Oh, how I love being a wanker! I'm masturbating, of course, as I write these lines, at my “work” station.
I've been having goony episodes with my dick at work for three days now, and I've managed not to ejaculate. I have two steel rings weighing a total of 1 kg around my balls, stretched more than 7 cm. And I'm not going to take them off when I leave. I'm going to go home soon, strip naked, take my plugs out of my secret drawer, and masturbate like crazy, taking advantage of my wife's absence for three days. I'm going to lose myself on Planet Penis.
I'm trying not to cum until my masturbatory marathon next weekend. But it's very difficult, because I can't stop masturbating. My penis is very wet this morning. It's giving me a lot of pleasure. And all these comments from horny wankers on my photos aren't helping. So, what the hell, I'll keep on masturbating, like them, and like every day. It feels so good.
My wife is away on a business trip for two days. But I'm stuck at work until 11pm. No matter: I'll spend most of the night masturbating as soon as I get home. My penis is already stiffening with desire.
"That could be me. I sometimes squirt sperm like this when I expose my penis to very fat ugly hogs."
