She's been texting for weeks - rich, imaginative, suggestive texts that make my cock hard whenever they arrive. Today was no exception. The last text of the day left me aching for release.
I leave my home office, step into the bedroom and slip off my t-shirt and jeans - dropping them nonchalantly on the floor by my bed for recovery later. I stand in front of the mirror and take in the curves and lines of my trim but aging body. I don't look like a taut trim teenager any longer. Gravity and life in general have left their mark. But I wear my body as a badge of honor for what it has endured in it's 70+ years.
As I stand there my penis bulges and grows, throbbing and stretching to be touched. I grasp my erection, it is twitching and pulsing as I stroke the shaft and massage the head, stroking it faster and faster I feel my heart race as I close in on an orgasm, just as I am about to cum the sensation suddenly passes, so I stop stroking and just stand for a moment while I catch my breath and turn to start a nice hot shower.
I'm far from satisfied as I step into the stinging spray, feeling the warming sensation rush through my muscles, I stand there staring at the steam rising from the water, feeling it is about time to continue with my mission. Without changing my gaze I slide my right hand onto my chest and slowly move it down until I am once again grasping my manhood in my fist, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the purple helmet that tingles in the warm spray. Pulsating, it grows to it's full size, the shaft now rock hard and unmoving. My gaze falls on it, my hands sensually massaging penis and scrotum.
I imagine moving her lips into position, slowly at first, with her licking only the tip to begin and then the whole shaft. Her lips tightly clasped to it. In my imagination she slowly sucks me, her tongue caressing all of the curves and the veins as her mouth moves over me.
I feel sweet warm pre-cum on my fingers and I imagine it sliding down her throat, with her sucking and smiling and trying to swallow all the sweet fluid.
Just as I reach the point of climax, yet again the feeling passes and I pound my meat in frustration.
I finish the bath with a nagging feeling of dissatisfaction. But one of her texts brings me inspiration. I know exactly where I can find the tools I need to finish the job.
I open a drawer in my chest and push the boxers and briefs aside. There lay a large penis shaped vibrator, unused in years. I withdraw it from where it has lay dormant and swap out its batteries for a fresh set. It and coconut oil are the two items I hold in my hands, I stand naked in my room, almost apprehensive in the excitement.
I open the oil and pour a small amount in my palm, massaging my cock and balls with extreme pleasure. I have a purpose for the vibrator, again pouring the oil into my palm but this time spreading it on my fingers as well. I begin to massage my anus gently - occasionally slipping a finger - and then two - and then three - in to prepare it.
I lay on my back with my legs spread wide. I turn the vibrator on to the lowest setting and hold to my ass, the muscles twitched gently in anticipation. I insert it, knowing where to aim. I make small circular movements inside of myself and locate my prostate. After finding the organ, I turn up the intensity of the toy. Holding it in place and feel the pleasure spread, my manhood throbbing. The vibrations powerfully stimulating my penis.
I begin stroking the vibrator in and out of me with one hand while I violently jerk my cock with the other. The pleasure growing in intensity by the second. I know I am close. With the vibrator pulsating inside of me, my erection hardens even more. Moans of pleasure escape from my lips, cum slowly oozing out of my erect manhood. I begin to jerk my already cumming penis, splashing even more semen out onto my stomach - with it showing no signs of slowing down, and my orgasm not subsiding, all I can do is lie there while I continue cumming all over myself - the extended pleasure reaching an orgasmic level that is totally alien to me. I pull the full length of the slippery vibrator out of me and hold it to against my cum covered cock. Man nectar continues to slowly flow from me and long low moans escape from my lips.
I lay here a long time - in exhaustion - unable to move, before I eventually stretch for a box of tissues to begin mopping up my flood.
Thank you for your texts....
