Mr. Softy

I don’t know about you, but at 59, I’m not getting hard as often or staying hard as long as I did when I was younger, particularly without direct physical stimulation. 

Home one rainy afternoon, my wife out of town for a few days, I was debating between reading or taking a nap before dinner and chose the former which, leaning back in my recliner, quickly became clear was going to become the latter and as I got drowsy I began to relax & daydream about sex. Sex with my wife. Sex with some past girlfriends. Sex with some girls from my past I’d wanted to be my girlfriends … OK, girls who I’d wanted to fuck…but never did. Even just reminiscences about being with them, without any sex (because I’d never had it with them.) Do any of you guys find fantasizing about the ones you never actually slept with to be more arousing than fantasizing about the ones you did bed (or, who bedded you?) 

Anyway I’d kinda gotten into it and after a few scenarios had played through my mind I’d undone my belt and shoved my pants and briefs down my thighs and was just casually touching myself. No pumping, not even stroking.  But I’d get into a fantasy for a bit, caress myself a little and as I started to feel excited and start to firm up the slightest bit, I’d let go of myself and stop thinking about whoever it was and then a few minutes later I’d start up another little fantasy and I’d go back to holding myself, maybe rubbing or giving a little squeeze, but never more. And as I’d feel myself getting aroused, again back off. 

After a while I realized that this was really enjoyable. I’d daydreamed about sex stuff before without masturbating, and of course I’d masturbated intermittently and edged for extended masturbation sessions but I’d never done what I was doing this time, almost masturbating, over snd over, but never actually doing it. 

I must have been at this over an hour and was reminiscing about a friend's ex and I at a beach party where she’d been sitting on my lap (other couples and non-couples had too, we were all around the bonfire and it was chilly and there were only so many chairs) she in a one-piece with a shirt on and me in trunks and a shirt, my hands on her hips and as I’d started to get hard she’d nestled back and down into me put her hands on my hands and I’d become fully erect. I was pretty sure then she’d wanted to date me and I’d badly wanted to fuck her but had felt conflicted because that had been the extent of my interest in her. So aside from having frequently masturbated to her at the time, I’d not pursued it.

But there in my recliner, as I’d gently taken hold of my still limp penis, my finger pressed against my frenulum and the sudden wave of pleasure was so intense and surprising that I opened my eyes and with just the slightest caress of the underside of my shaft, I orgasmed, still soft, slowly and sweetly but intensely, shooting more, just squirting gently onto my belly my barely ahold of myself with just my thumb & forefinger.