Probably more detail than you needed
I jerked off for the first time in 34 days this afternoon.
It was an unceremonious, uninspired, reasonably hurried affair. While reading about the differences between Flash 5 and Flash MX, I was idly fondling myself (as I am want to do). One thing lead to another and I figured it was about fucking time. I eventually ended up naked, on my back, in front of a mirror, using a saliva-slick hand to pound out four or five decently-sized cum rockets. I don't think I broke any distance records for these, but they were carrying quite the payload. The jit was darker than usual, almost murky, as though it had been stagnating in my testes (as indeed it had). I had half-expected a cough, a sputter, and a cloud of dust. The mess was significant, but not outlandish (my left palm, my scrotum, the carpet, and strangely one errant shot managed to somehow end up on my puckered hole).
It was a bittersweet moment, the end of an era, if you will.
But I suppose it's good to be back.
It was an unceremonious, uninspired, reasonably hurried affair. While reading about the differences between Flash 5 and Flash MX, I was idly fondling myself (as I am want to do). One thing lead to another and I figured it was about fucking time. I eventually ended up naked, on my back, in front of a mirror, using a saliva-slick hand to pound out four or five decently-sized cum rockets. I don't think I broke any distance records for these, but they were carrying quite the payload. The jit was darker than usual, almost murky, as though it had been stagnating in my testes (as indeed it had). I had half-expected a cough, a sputter, and a cloud of dust. The mess was significant, but not outlandish (my left palm, my scrotum, the carpet, and strangely one errant shot managed to somehow end up on my puckered hole).
It was a bittersweet moment, the end of an era, if you will.
But I suppose it's good to be back.