Thursday, January 5, 2012

The [Almost] Daily Load

So, lest you think I slacked off the entire time I was gone and didn’t follow the advice of my urologist (I can't remember which post that was; suffice it to say after he milked my balls dry he admonished me for not jacking off enough), my cock didn’t let me forget I was still amongst the living. Waking up in the middle of the night with my stiffy pressed into the mattress, or in the morning with my cock standing as tall as the sailboat masts in the bay, my dick kept reminding me it still needed my attention. Full disclosure requires me to admit that, yes, it ended up being every other night and one night I was so fuckin’ tired I literally fell asleep with my raging-hard rod in my hand.

There was no sharing of sleeping quarters with my brother this time around and I didn’t need to feel guilty for indulging my boners as I did the last trip. As you recall, last time my brother (who has a difficult time with it since his prostate surgery) took the opportunity to let me know that I didn’t have to be so subtle – he knew I was jerking off and I should just go for it and enjoy. This time, I had the room to myself and I did take advantage of that by lying spread eagle and sliding my hand up and down in a nice slow rhythm, my balls bouncing, to complete satisfaction. Each and every load splashing across my torso felt great; I’d drift off to sleep and wake up with my morning hard-on leading me out to the bathroom for the morning piss.

Then it was coffee time out on the balcony to watch the sun rise over the water. The days were filled with appointments, of course, to see to the arrangements for cremation and interment, lawyers office, phone calls and meetings. There was a little time each afternoon to sit by the water to watch the dolphins play and the boats on the water. Just a damn shame there was no time for skinny-dipping in the Gulf as my brother and I did during the last trip.

Life goes on and the things we must do to ensure our own [physical and mental] health should not be ignored. And there’s nothing that reminds you that you are still alive as much as spewing a huge, hot load of jizz, whether alone or with a partner.


becca said...

watching dolpins in the morning one of my favorite things to do when little man and i go to Daytona or St augustine beach. glad to hear you were able to get a little privacy for yourself. oh and thanks for letting me crash your blog


So pleased that all went so well for you and your brother. Another stunning post!

whkattk said...

@ becca - Glad to have you "crashing" here!

whkattk said...

@ Lord Patrick - Thank you, my liege! I always aim to please my readers.