Spring is always a hard time for me.
Literally.
I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but as soon as winter is done and the weather starts to clear and the birds start singing everywhere, I get the biggest, meanest boners my body can conceive.
It’s like my internal clock synchronizes with that of the Earth, unleashing a torrent of hormones into my system and turning me into a horny, sex-obsessed zombie.
This time of year,I’m basically useless. Even more so in the last couple of year, with wfh coming into the picture.
At least, when I had to walk into my office, I had to try and behave like a civilized person. Now, though, I don’t need to; after all, nobody can tell you’re stroking your cock during a phone call– provided you can keep your voice in check.
So, yeah. It’s quite difficult to see me without a hand in my pants, during your average springtime.
This time, though, it’s a little different. You see, you’d think that, since I found myself a boyfriend, I’d finally get some spring action, right? Well, not exactly. Thing is, I haven’t seen him in… 47 days. Yep. Mid-February, he sadly have to fly back to his home-country due to Covid-related issues, and I have been absolutely sex-starved ever since.
Sure, sexting and videocalls are daily things but, as vividly as I can imagine his tongue swirling around my glans, they can hardly compare to the real thing. And, if I could find the thirst tolerable in the winter, let’s say in the last few weeks I’ve been getting beyond parched.
Up to a couple das ago, nothing seemed to satisfy me anymore. I had been jerking off every day, multiple times a day, in an attempt to at least drain some pressure from my balls. No use. I’d go to bed exhausted, with my dick spent and sore, and wake up the next day with a throbby, needy hard-on.
Masturbation just didn’t cut it for me anymore; instead of providing relief, it made my frustration grow exponentially with every unfulfilling orgasm.The situation had gotten so bad that, during one of our last calls, Glenn went from “Omg, it’s so hot that you’re always so bothered” to “Ok babe, we need to do something,” *real* fast.
“Oh yeah?,”I snickered, “and what would you want me to do? Cut my balls off?”
“Well, maybe that’s a little excessive. But maybe…” He puckered his lips and locked his eyes with mine. Then, his eyebrows jumped up, and his mouth curled upwards in a teasing grin. “Mayyyybe there is a little something we could try. Hold on just a minute.”
I swiveled in my chair as I watched him tap on his keyboard and read something on his monitor. After a few seconds, I heard my phone beep.
“Oh that must be me. Check your Whatsapp, big guy.”
So, I did. I reached for my phone and tapped on that blue link, leading me to a quaint subreddit called r/edging.
And that’s when my life changed.
Needless to say, I was quite skeptical, at first.
“What is this shit?” I muttered, mindlessly scrolling through a myriad posts without really seeing them.
“Why, this is exactly what we are gonna do!” Glenn chuckled. “Just.. take some time to browse through the sub. I’ll be here waiting. Then, when you’re good and curious, I’ll tell you all about my fantastic idea!”
I shook my head and smiled. Then, I started browsing.
At the beginning, I just clicked on a few posts here and there, to test the waters, so to speak.
Turns out, I found those waters *very* agreable.
A few taps in, and I was hooked.
The sight of all those throbbing cocks and clits, and the torturous pleasure they seemed to get from their powerless state of denial was enough to raise my pressure beyond the point of alarm.
Immediately, I could feel my balls plump up, and before I could stop myself, my hand was already squeezing the growing bulge in my sweatpants.
It was only thanks to my boyfriend’s laughter that I snapped out of it and back into the real world.
“OK, I think you’ve gotten a little too much interest going on now.”
I locked my phone.
“Oh my god, Glenn,” I moaned. “*Why.* I mean, don’t get me wrong: this is all very hot, and I can’t wait to try this on you, *oh the things I would do…*”
I had to squeeze myself in order to calm down a bit. “… but I can hardly see how it’s supposed to help with my–”
Glenn laughed again.
“Oh no, big guy. I think you didn’t quite grasp the situation. *You’re* not doing anything. Unless I tell you so, of course.”
At this point, I was equally horny and confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he retorted, “that I want to play a little game with you.” He got up from his chair and pointed his webcam downwards, revealing his crotch. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were just a little too tight for him, allowing me to see the shape of his growing member straining against the fabric. “Are you in?”
“Oh, I… absolutely am, sir,” I blabbered.
“Very well. From now on… ” Glenn moved the camera back up and pierced me with his steely eyes, “… I am in charge. I am in charge of everything related to your pleasure. I will be the one deciding how when, and if you’re allowed to touch your cock. Let alone cum.”
I blinked.
“Namely, you won’t be allowed to masturbate, or touch yourself, or orgasm unless I decide so. Are we clear?”
I blinked again. Then, I laughed the saltiest laugh.
“You must be kidding me, right babe? I mean, look at me!” I spread my legs and pointed downward at my crotch, where a stain of precum was already making itself visible. “I’m already bursting as it is! This isn’t gonna help *at all*.”
“Well, I do think it will help you, in the long run. But, if you’re too much of a chicken to accept, then be my guest.”
I snorted. “Look, I’m not scared, just–”
“HA!! CHICKEN!!”
“I’m no chicken!”
“Then prove it!”
“FINE!! Fine.”
I slapped my thigh and sighed heavily.
I had no intention of arguing about such a stupid thing. Also, Glenn was convinced whatever he had in mind could help me, so I decided to give it a shot.
“What do you want me to do?”
I could see Glenn beaming from the other side of the monitor.
“Yess!! I knew I’d convince you. So.” He cleared his throat and popped his knuckles. “First thing first, I want you to show me how big you are. Come on! Take it out!”
Not a hard task. As soon as I thumbed down the band of my sweatpants, I felt my member emerge, springing upwards in all its rage.
“Verrry nice,” Glenn purred, licking his lips. “Now, start stroking. But reeeal gently.”
I would have loved nothing more than to rattle my snake into a big orgasm there and then, but I obeyed. I’d just started feeling the slightest tingle in my shaft when he ordered me to– “Stop! No more touching!”
I immediately let go and stared at him.
“Very well! Now let’s do this a few more times… just faster. Ready? Go!”
I shook my head and locked my fingers around my cock. A few strokes in and– stop!
We repeated it a couple more times before I got salty once more. “Listen pal, I–” I said, fingers sliding up and down my shaft, “I don’t really understand where you’re going from this, but–” At his command, I stopped, “But I don’t–”
“Time’s up, get back to work. You were saying?”
“I was saying, this isn’t really doing much for me and… oh…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence that a jolt of pleasure shot through my crotch and began growing with every gentle caress of my hand.
“Now, keep masturbating. But slow, very slow… a little slower still. Oh yeah. Just. Like. That.”
It was… torturous.
And beautiful.
I could feel every bump and vein in my member twitch under my thumb, as my cock engorged even more, teased by my forcedly gentle movements.
At this point, I was still trying to speak. I wanted to tell Glenn his methods were stupid and that I was doomed to a life of sexual frustration, unable to totally discharge my tension and blah blah. But, instead of bitching and moaning about my boyfriend’s weird ideas, I found myself moaning in surprised ecstasy as I experienced the slowest yet strongest arousal buildup I’d ever felt.
“Not so cocky anymore, are we? Now, halt!”
Glenn’s voice brought a frustrated shiver down my spine. I didn’t want to let go. I needed to continue touching myself, to feel the pressure inside my balls rise, and my boner tingle. I just had to keep riding the wave, I couldn’t just–”
“Stop, I said!”
With a loud groan, I yanked my hand away from my crotch and fell back in my chair, penis twitching lightly against my belly.
At this point I also realized I had been holding my breath for quite a few seconds, and feigned a cough to try and regain both some oxygen and my composure. But it was hard, so hard, seeing how greedily Glenn kept eyeing my junk, and how hungrily his tongue traced the contour of his lips. Then our gazes met.
He maintained eye-contact as he spread his legs, revealing his erection.
“Oh babe,” he exhaled, a fingertip slowly circling the head of his dick, “giving you orders might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever done… oh my god…”
He took a ragged breath, followed by the softest of moans as his fingers curled around his shaft, sending my pulse skyrocketing.
“Now, I need you to… whew…” Glenn gasped for air, his mounting arousal becoming more and more evident by the second. “I need you to watch me… *intently,* as I pleasure myself. And… and remember: you won’t be allowed to touch yourself until I allow you to.”
Something in his tone rendered me totally helpless as I stared at my computer monitor, eyes glued to Glenn’s tattooed neck and hands, now glistening with sweat while he slowly massaged the entirety of his penis.
I could only sit there, feeling the tormentous burn in my balls spread along my cock, utterly subjugated by the potency of my own need.
It wasn’t long before I started to feel my self control waning, replaced by fits of grunting and shallow breathing, accompanied by sluggish, fat drops of precum.
As seconds ticked by, the torment was getting harder and harder to resist.
The more I observed Glenn, the deeper I had to clench my fists, in order to avoid strangling my cock into a puddle of cum there and then.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck… Oh Al, I need to be inside you so bad right now…”
I’m really not a religious kind of guy.
In that moment, though, I found myself uttering a string of silent prayers, pleading the Lord to grant me the strength not to burst.
I’m not ashamed to admit I was reduced to sweaty, throbby, leaky mess.
My dick was now so hard I could feel it twitch and strain against my bellybutton, fluids trickling down my abdomen, pooling between my legs.
I was in a trance.
I could hear Glenn’s voice coming from my pc speakers, faint and distant. I could not understand words consciusly, they just slipped from my ears directly into my monkey brain. And they were ordering me to touch myself. In a weird kind of way, though, just with the tip of my finger. From the base of my shaft, up its underside; circle the tip, continue towards the pelvis. Leak and repeat.
I could feel my hand moving on its own accord.
And it was sooooo tormentous.
Wimpers escaped my lips, as the tantalizing touch of my finger sent wave after wave of lust swelling in my groin, scorching hot and wet, as my dick pumped out glob after glob of precum.
“No… oh, please, let me…” My lips were moving, but I wasn’t choosing the words that came out of it. “… let me cum!” My voice trailed off into a long, primal groan, echoed and amplified by Glenn’s ecstatic moans.
“A bit of… patience. Ohmygod, *this is so hot*.”
My boyfriend was clearly in heaven, seen how intensely he was stimulating his glistening member, trembling and twitching as his pleasure mounted.
I felt the fires of envy light up in my chest, soon replaced by a feeling of erotic helplessness, followed by a long, jagged moan.
There it was. The edge of a massive, mind-shattering orgasm was soon approaching.
It was there, I could feel it in every fiber of my body, tingling and burning like mad.
I was close, oh so close, I could sense the immense relief coming, accompanied by a jolt of euphoria.
But I wasn’t allowed to cum, no, no.
Glenn told me so.
I had to be a good boy and clench my fists, hips humping the air, back arched and blasphemy coming out of my throat.
Then, I had to do it all again.
And again.
And again.
I could feel my balls expand, and the pressure in my prostate rise in slow waves while they produced batch after batch of cum, teased to the point of agony as I moaned and grunted and sobbed, wrestling against my unbearable frustration.
It was hell.
But also heaven, all mixed into one, big, orgy of excruciating ecstasy.
I found myself a prisoner of that maddening dance, as I skimmed the surface of the orgasm, my only need and desire, my only salvation.
I had started trembling with urgency when Glenn’s voice erupted from the speakers.
“Al… Al! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…”
I looked at him like a tiger looks at a lamb.
“Yes. please, cum for me…” I muttered, shakily circling the head of my cock with my thumb, unable not to think about taking him in my mouth and sucking his balls dry, torturing myself in the process.
“And… and… and I want you to come too!”
That was it.
All I wanted.
All I needed.
I laced my fingers together and gave my member a little, double-handed squeeze.
I immediately wimpered in joy, while my penis rewarded me by leaking and oozing like a clogged garden hose.
One pump.
I yowled, taken aback by how sensitive my glans was, and moaned when I realized how fast my desire was mounting.
Two pumps.
Oh god. I could feel it. Glenn’s moans were humping my brain, and my balls were tensing up so hard and so fast I could feel them move, while the roiling mass of cum trapped in them reached a critical point.
Three pumps.
That’s all it took.
I’d never, not once in my life felt anything like that.
My groin was burning with a mix of pure bliss and scalding urgency, and my chest nearly burst with pleasure and euphoria.
Before I knew what was going on, I felt my back arching, my eyes clamping shut, and let a scream of pure animal triumph out of my throat.
My body was wracked with spasms as my cock pumped out rope after rope of cum, and my hips thrusted and thrusted into my clasped hands, milking out every scorching drop.
For a few seconds, everything went dark and hot, and throbbing with pure pleasure.
Then, my eyes shot open, and I began gasping for air, massaging my cum-slathered stomach.
“Wow,” I heard Glenn utter.
“Wow indeed,” I replied, watching him as he sluggishly wiped some cum off his webcam.
Then, we both stared at each other, and burst out in the loudest, most liberating laugh of our entire lives.
“My most sincere congratulations, bud,” I said, cracking open a can of beer. “A toast to you, Glenn, and your wicked, genius ideas.”
My boyfriend chuckled, taking a swig from his whiskey.
“And to you, Al, for soldiering through them.”
We both took a sip, and chuckled softly.
“But it was… pleasant, wasn’t it?”
I smiled. “Pleasant? Oh no, no. It was… magical.” I leaned back in my chair and sighed.
“You know, what? I want more.”
Yep. Cause I did.
I still do, actually..
I swear it’s one of the hottest thing I’ve ever done; plus, Glenn was right. It did help me with my bout of sexual frustration, if only by showing me how it can be turned into an instrument of endless pleasure.
Long story short, I liked it so much that we decided to make a challenge out of this kind of thing.
Tomorrow, we’re going to have another sesh, but this time the goal is to keep me on edge for 24 hours straight. Our goal it to make it to a month, but let’s take baby steps and see how full I can get in a full day.
And, dear reader, I can’t wait for tomorrow to come… while I won’t.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mmzn7b/a_springtime_edge_mm_edging_orgasm_control