Men into edging?
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Just finished 2 1/2 hours 2nite. No 'O'. It's been over a week and with either no orgasm or a ruined orgasm, so faint I'm not sure it happened. Almost 10 hours in total (and a couple of hours of gooning.) One more nite of edging tomorrow and I'm planning on nutting on Tuesday, when I'll have some time for a long session.
It’s an addiction, can do it for hours! Hmmm. Best done in nature hahaha
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Totally agree!It’s an addiction, can do it for hours! Hmmm. Best done in nature hahaha
I work late nights and no one is around and get to spend 2 to 3 hours a night edging. My cock knows when its time it starts to get rock hard and throb if something comes up it DEMANDS attention!
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@Freiluftaktiver - Have spent a whole day sometimes just making my monster beg and throb it was so edged!
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Hell yea!!! Not a lot get it.Oh yes, me too!
I love to beat my meat for hours just like this!
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HELL YEAH! Nothing better
Thanks for all the likes and comments on the e vids of me jerking off my big mushroom headed cock!!!
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Last Saturday I visited a bar around noon. I was traveling across 3 states when I stopped to relax a little and found a quiet looking bar located about a mile from the main highway. The bar parking lot wasn't paved and the whole place looked dusty. There were about 10 cars parked outside and it looked like the perfect place to get a beer and relax. I went in got my beer and sat out in the patio. As I looked around, older guys were out in the patio, some looked like bikers, the others retired guys in summer clothes. It was about 99°f outside and the patio misters suddenly turned on and it felt good. After a while sitting under the patio misters my shorts and tank top were a little soaked. I also noticed eyes on me while I was sitting there. The fist thought that came to mind was, "I should leave."
I looked down at my chest and I was soaking wet from the patio misters. I was also buzzing pretty hard from my beer and the outside heat. Under one of the patio trees were two guys talking, enjoying their beers and one of the guys took off his shirt. I thought, hey I'm gonna do the same, why not?
I'm setting outside in the bar patio, I'm buzzing, I'm all wet and I'm in cut off Jean shorts and I have old chucks on with no socks. This feels real nice I thought. While I was getting into how good I felt sitting outside, I could feel sweat forming around my next and dripping down my back, down into my ass. This is why it's a good idea to wear underwear I thought and smiled. By this time, I had a nice strong buzz from the beer, I was covered in sweat, the patio misters where on full blast and the button at the top of my Jean shorts came undone.
"Nice trick", someone said, that was standing on the other side of the patio misters. I couldn't really see the person speaking, but I could tell there were a few people there. "I guess the beer inside me is starting to do its thing." I replied. After I said that, I noticed additional legs from behind the misters moving in. "You're doing real good so far on your own sitting there", "don't stop now." Another voice I heard from behind the patio misters.
I couldn't make out anyone's face where I was sitting, all I could see are peoples silhouettes in the patio mist and a slow but growing bunch of legs, all of them standing about 4 feet in front of me. I was sweating profusely, I was really nervous and I stood up were I was sitting. I could feel the weight of my soaking wet shorts, and water dripping down my back, my ass, my legs. The voices in the patio mist got quiet. I unbutton the fly of my wet Jean shorts and the weight of them made them fall to the ground and my penis popped out and upwards. I was shocked, I was very erect. I couldn't believe it.
Not only was I very erect, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I was about to cum. I couldn't move and I was standing there, very tense, very wet and I was moaning no, no, no, with my hands open and slowly waving, showing that I couldn't touch myself anywhere otherwise I would cum. I did this for what felt like two minutes. I could feel my wet thighs shaking and growing weak.
As I looked up, I had an audience and scattered in the crowd I could clearly see hands touching their bodies and some were masturbating.
I was at the point of no return. I new I was gonna cum. I wanted to cum. My eyes teared up not in sorrow, I felt aroused, on fire. This was it, I reach upwards, my hands brushed up slightly touching my nipples and that's when it happened. I felt a rush of blood run through my body and I was ejaculatinng. Not squirting, but dripping ropes of cum. My torso spazzed from the intense feeling of relief.
Moments later, I felt a warm wet mouth slowly covering the tip, the head of my dripping penis, and a tongue entering my ear, I bent down to grab my shorts from the floor and that's when I felt a wet finger touching my anus. There were warm hairy bodies up close and personal. I was still very erect, I felt very horny, I felt naughty.
I slowly and politely began to move out from the middle of the tight group I was in, I felt my erection swinging from side to side, dripping with cum as I exited the middle of the hot, hairy group. Hands touching, caressing, grabbing, mouths sucking and tongues licking.
I went inside the bar undressed, erect, wet, full of dust and dirt from outside and my legs were covered in cum. I smiled in shame at every looking at me and I began to put my wet Jean shorts on. I lost my tank top, but didn't want to go back and find it. I waved good bye for some reason to everyone looking at me in the bar,I put my head down and then walked towards the exit and left.
I ended up renting a room connected to the bar, I really needed a shower, to clean up. I was filthy. The motel room attendant noticed my appearance, "son, you could use an extra towel or two", he said, then showed me to my room.
As I was in my room showering, it was obvious to me I didn't climax. I guess I was kind of edging myself at the bar in the patio in front of everyone. It turned me on and I didn't want to cum.
Every time I think back at that day, it gets me really aroused.
Thank you for reading this far. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
I looked down at my chest and I was soaking wet from the patio misters. I was also buzzing pretty hard from my beer and the outside heat. Under one of the patio trees were two guys talking, enjoying their beers and one of the guys took off his shirt. I thought, hey I'm gonna do the same, why not?
I'm setting outside in the bar patio, I'm buzzing, I'm all wet and I'm in cut off Jean shorts and I have old chucks on with no socks. This feels real nice I thought. While I was getting into how good I felt sitting outside, I could feel sweat forming around my next and dripping down my back, down into my ass. This is why it's a good idea to wear underwear I thought and smiled. By this time, I had a nice strong buzz from the beer, I was covered in sweat, the patio misters where on full blast and the button at the top of my Jean shorts came undone.
"Nice trick", someone said, that was standing on the other side of the patio misters. I couldn't really see the person speaking, but I could tell there were a few people there. "I guess the beer inside me is starting to do its thing." I replied. After I said that, I noticed additional legs from behind the misters moving in. "You're doing real good so far on your own sitting there", "don't stop now." Another voice I heard from behind the patio misters.
I couldn't make out anyone's face where I was sitting, all I could see are peoples silhouettes in the patio mist and a slow but growing bunch of legs, all of them standing about 4 feet in front of me. I was sweating profusely, I was really nervous and I stood up were I was sitting. I could feel the weight of my soaking wet shorts, and water dripping down my back, my ass, my legs. The voices in the patio mist got quiet. I unbutton the fly of my wet Jean shorts and the weight of them made them fall to the ground and my penis popped out and upwards. I was shocked, I was very erect. I couldn't believe it.
Not only was I very erect, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I was about to cum. I couldn't move and I was standing there, very tense, very wet and I was moaning no, no, no, with my hands open and slowly waving, showing that I couldn't touch myself anywhere otherwise I would cum. I did this for what felt like two minutes. I could feel my wet thighs shaking and growing weak.
As I looked up, I had an audience and scattered in the crowd I could clearly see hands touching their bodies and some were masturbating.
I was at the point of no return. I new I was gonna cum. I wanted to cum. My eyes teared up not in sorrow, I felt aroused, on fire. This was it, I reach upwards, my hands brushed up slightly touching my nipples and that's when it happened. I felt a rush of blood run through my body and I was ejaculatinng. Not squirting, but dripping ropes of cum. My torso spazzed from the intense feeling of relief.
Moments later, I felt a warm wet mouth slowly covering the tip, the head of my dripping penis, and a tongue entering my ear, I bent down to grab my shorts from the floor and that's when I felt a wet finger touching my anus. There were warm hairy bodies up close and personal. I was still very erect, I felt very horny, I felt naughty.
I slowly and politely began to move out from the middle of the tight group I was in, I felt my erection swinging from side to side, dripping with cum as I exited the middle of the hot, hairy group. Hands touching, caressing, grabbing, mouths sucking and tongues licking.
I went inside the bar undressed, erect, wet, full of dust and dirt from outside and my legs were covered in cum. I smiled in shame at every looking at me and I began to put my wet Jean shorts on. I lost my tank top, but didn't want to go back and find it. I waved good bye for some reason to everyone looking at me in the bar,I put my head down and then walked towards the exit and left.
I ended up renting a room connected to the bar, I really needed a shower, to clean up. I was filthy. The motel room attendant noticed my appearance, "son, you could use an extra towel or two", he said, then showed me to my room.
As I was in my room showering, it was obvious to me I didn't climax. I guess I was kind of edging myself at the bar in the patio in front of everyone. It turned me on and I didn't want to cum.
Every time I think back at that day, it gets me really aroused.
Thank you for reading this far. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
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Been at it for 3 1/2 hours now... that should count as edging... no cum, so far, but close.
Every time I tried to edge without cum for a week, I ended up cum for the day due to serious blue balls. This time I don't set any goal, just enjoy it.
I've been edged 1.5 hrs without cum yesterday.
This morning when I woke up, I got intense morning wood. Then, I just edged another 30 mins without cum.
I've been edged 1.5 hrs without cum yesterday.
This morning when I woke up, I got intense morning wood. Then, I just edged another 30 mins without cum.
Its like time traveling...times fly
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Its like time traveling... times fly
Agreed!
When I have time to have a good, long edging session, "quality time" with my cock, without other distractions, time disappears, and it is just all about enjoying the deep feelings that stroking my cock produces. I love it!
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Mine are almost always both. NEVER under 2 hours of jerking and most of it is right on the edge. I never think of it as edging unless I'm about to cum for about an hour and a half. It takes me a little while to get close and then it's hard to stop. I always play music (kinda like making my own PMVs) and do poppers to see how close I can get. I have a set of vids I'll dig into if my blue balls get too bad and I know they'll set me free. LOL
There has been much discussion about what defines edging and whether it can be applied to sessions over several days. For me, when I edge, it happens over a period of several hours, and will involve staying on or just below the PONR. Sometimes, not always, I will experience one or more 'ruined orgasms' where I push out or seep a thin, cloudy ejaculate, which doesn't stop the edging experience. At the end of the session, I carry on with my day, maybe returning to it later, or starting again the next day. This feeds into my other passion which is cum denial. It may be several days or, more often than not, weeks before I have a full orgasm.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that each day for me is a separate edging session, not one long connected event, and that those, like me, who like to return to edging each day are practicing the dark art of cum denial. Both practices compliment each other perfectly.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that each day for me is a separate edging session, not one long connected event, and that those, like me, who like to return to edging each day are practicing the dark art of cum denial. Both practices compliment each other perfectly.
My edging ritual is to get home on an evening, get naked, sprawl in my leather recliner which is my edging throne, crack open some beer and just massage my balls while I find "Inspiration". I often start on buddybate.com where the reader's confessions are horny. It's weird, when I'm determined to masturbate and have a lost evening my "Porno genre" is other guy's wanking. They don't even need props or costumes or other guys there, a good looking guy with a decent bod really getting into his dick will get me harder than anything; I think it's an empathy thing, knowing how pleasurable it is to my fellow men. I make a point of only using one item of porn so I'm not browsing and getting distracted or desensitized.
After a bit I don't need the porn and kind of forget it's there. Sometimes I'll get some music on, this is really good for getting into the "Wank trance". Edging can be my gateway into this weird- arsed meditation state, where I'm just lost to the rhythm of wanking my shaft. It's really mind cleansing. Getting into this state and then spunking out is good for the soul! It can also be a transition state that leads to me gooning, which is amazing but elusive. I've never gooned when I've planned that I will but when it happens it's my drug.
My original edge technique was to wank to Point of No return and pause and repeat. Teasing the fire up my shaft and trying to control it when the pressure is building on my piss slit is heroic and I love those sessions. My record is 34 PONR's, which is wild, when I was 18 and never have believed that I'd have that kind of self control, or that the high would be worth it.
Now I'm also spending time doing "Stamina wanking" (My term), just beating it slowly without trying to put the maximum sensation into every stroke, making my first PONR the point I choose to loose it and go for orgasm but delaying that point as long as possible. I can manage over an hour at the moment.
I got into the second technique watching Jonathan White's Sexual Kung Fu YouTube channel, his idea is this type of edging is better for you. I think it's a moot point both techniques build me up but I'd found I could wank through my PONR's, just by moving the actions to a less sensitive bit of my tackle, so that I was never not wanking plus I'm finding that a really good ejaculation can while me out, so it seemed like the time was right in my body's life to shake up my edging and try a different skill.
I'll also through in some ball squeezes and slaps- so I'll be beating my bollocks as well as my meat, ha ha- another Sexual Kung Fu thing and also a skill of a few guy's on here who's insight I trust.
Eventually I'll nut out. I don't often edge without cumming, maybe occasionally on a morning if I know I'm gonna be "On form" that night. Once I'm past PONR self control goes out of the window and I'll be a writhing mess. My edging orgasms are a mixed bag, some are really intense, a lot aren't but do last a long time. Heavy cum loads seem typical though. I feel I get more variety of orgasm compared to a "Normal" wank.
In spring summer and autumn I used to be on heat 24/7 and I'd need to orgasm at least twice a day but winter I wasn't bothered about sex at all. Last year or two my sex drive had changed. Once a day in summer is enough but I need it much more regular in winter, although I find winter orgasms especially wipe me out. Edging is no exception so I'll typically edge every other day at this time of year.
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