Long Shot (cont'd)

     Prolonged and heightened arousal leads to terrific orgasm. As an example: I went to bed on a Friday night and to help me get to sleep I enjoyed a quick session. I had the house to myself so even that was a satisfactory event because I didn’t have to worry about being too loud, anyone walking in on me, or cleaning up before falling asleep.

     There was a Jacks group meeting the next afternoon. The guy hosting had a great set-up; big house, big yard, huge pool and spa out back. By 1pm there were about 30 guys there, all naked, lounging around the patio or floating around in the pool, all sporting boners in a variety of stages. We had the run of the house, but the porn videos playing on the big screen TV in the family room garnered the most attention. Our host threw some burgers and hot dogs on the grill.

     Around 3pm two guys were lying on the lawn on the far side of the pool playing with each other’s dicks. It was all up from there. A group went inside to watch vids and stroke together and another group went into the master suite. I started with the group in the family room, on the couch between two guys. We spent a good 30 minutes stroking and fondling balls – one of them even broke the rules and leaned over to suck my cock for a few minutes.

     I moved out to the patio to take a break but my hard-on never wilted an iota. So I went into the master bedroom. Three guys were in one corner, one on the floor jacking the other two. Four were on the king-size bed and I joined them. They gladly let me in on the fun and for the next hour we enjoyed everything from simple stroking to cock2cock. One by one the other four guys got their nuts off and I still hadn’t cum.

     Bless this guy’s heart: He told me to lie back, relax and he’d make sure to take care of me until I came. Boy! did he ever! 45 minutes later, my cock as hard and straight as a steel chair leg, he placed a palm, slippery wet with my pre-cum, over my cockhead and rubbed it like he was polishing a knob. My heavy, full balls pulled up into position and my hips thrust my cock hard against his closed fist, it got harder and bigger. He grabbed the base of my shaft in one hand, cupped my balls with the other and placed two fingers against the little bulge of fluid in the prostate. When the muscles clamped down to fire the first rally and my ass lifted off the bed, he pushed his fingers down, squeezed the base of my cock and stroked up with the squirt. That initial shot of cum went over my head and splattered against the headboard. Don’t ask me what I yelled, but I know I did. It felt incredible. By the time I’d finished, my man-berries totally empty, I was drenched from abs to forehead, several streams of pearl-white ran down the headboard, his hand was loaded with my hot, slippery jizz, and cum was still oozing out and running down my softening cock which he continued to stroke. I heaved a sigh of relief and satisfaction, my body relaxed. He laughed and said, “Holy shit, how long have you been saving that up?”

I chuckled in return, told him “Since last night,” and thanked him for such an exquisite hand-job.

To paraphrase an old adage: The proof is in the ball-pudding, guys. If an old guy like me can shoot loads like that, you can too.