I’ve been happily married for 30+ years and there’s nothing I enjoy more than sexy time with my wife. But we do have a bit of a libido mismatch and so our solution is for me to go pleasure myself a few times per week in between the times we are with each other. And that’s a lot of fun, too.
Now, I am lucky enough to live not just in a weed-legal state, but also in a rural area where the nearest neighbor is a bit of a walk away. You’re not going to see me outside my house.
When it gets late enough in the afternoon and I’ve gotten stuff done for the day, I take 5 mg of an edible to get the THC train leaving the station, and get my boring everyday shit wrapped up. In a half hour or so, I’m starting to feel it kicking in just a little, and depending on how much of a mind-blowing experience I want, I might take a little bit of one of those older guy pills. Or not. Then I go outside and light the joint and take some nice long hits.
Within a few minutes, it occurs to me that I’d really like to have my clothes off. All of them. And music on. If the weather is sunny and warm, I’ll head back outside with nothing on but a pair of flip-flops and stand out in the sunshine. My legs and ass start to feel sensitive to my touch and I run my fingers up and down them. A delicious hot yearning desire blooms inside me and I stand there in the sunshine with music playing, swaying and dancing, feeling myself, making love to my body. At this point, I usually am not focusing yet on my dick. It will have its turn.
The THC from the edible and the joint build and build, and now I am in a quiet solitary piece of heaven, feeling the muscles in my thighs, putting my hands around the thickness of my legs, appreciating the body that has carried me around for more than half a century. The light brush of my fingers across the warm slightly hairy surface of my legs and thighs sends light little waves of pleasure into me. I move my hands up my sides, across my chest, even across my little man-boobs. It was only a few months ago while high that I discovered that male nipples can produce sexual stimulation, too.
I might walk around outside for a little while, taking in the sights, feeling the tender brush of a summer breeze across my skin, on my balls, feeling the warmth of the sun all over my body. I will probably start feeling my skin closer to my crotch now, with my legs shuddering almost involuntarily as I approach and then touch my balls. My fingers just barely touch them, lightly brushing and tickling the hairs on them and then moving down to the sensitive place below them. My ass starts to want to receive its own attention, and my hand will move along the cheeks and crack and I experience a different flavor of sexual pleasure from that.
Then it’s time to look at some pictures. I have a lovingly curated collection of images of women posing, masturbating, and being pleasured by other women or men. I sit back while the pictures play on a slideshow on the flat screen and watch the vivid beauty of the naked people on the screen while my own naked body sits before me on the chair. If I’ve taken one of those pills, my dick will be getting hard and that’s fun to watch, like I’m a teenager again getting boners just from sights and thoughts. If I didn’t take one, then I will play with my dick even without it being rock hard and it’ll get there soon enough.
Sometimes, I’ll get out the coconut oil and anoint my thighs and balls with it, and feel the smooth silky sensation of my hands stroking my slick skin, moving up my thighs toward my crotch and then onto my balls and then up to the base of my dick. But it’s not it’s time quite yet; I usually focus on stroking everything but it.
The slideshow continues of gorgeous women and the good-looking men who are sometimes in the frame pleasuring them. I decide that I will watch 30 images before allowing things to progress too far. I’m usually high enough at this point that drinking in the beauty of the images while stroking myself and counting to 30 is fully occupying my brain.
The woman on the screen is so alive and hot and real, and the seconds before the next image appears seem to move by slowly as my THC-baked brain slows down and takes it all in, deeply, passionately. Perhaps she is putting a vibrator into herself, and has shared that picture online; you’d be surprised at how many beautiful women do in places like Flickr and of course Reddit. Perhaps she is a professional model; there are some gorgeous ones who seem to get genuinely turned on as they pose, alone or with a woman or man. I watch her and feel myself and the flow of arousal heightens and blooms.
If I am going to cum into a fleshlight, I’ll put some lube on my dick and start stroking it slowly, moving my hand along my balls and then along the shaft out to the head, feeling hot pleasure burst inside me with the full movement from beginning to end, feeling my dick expand and firm up and grow. (Hey youngsters, you actually do miss out on part of the experience with those insta-boners of yours. Sometimes slower can be better.)
This will continue for a while, sometimes a half hour or more. I know that I’ll never cum from slow stroking while high, and I can move and feel and stroke and watch the parade of sexy beautiful women on the screen without bursting out and ending it all right then and there. But the pleasure builds and builds, and what I start feeling is a deep yearning desire for myself and my throbbing dick that is now aiming straight up and filling my hand as I move it back and forth.
And then, at some points, the insistent urgency of my pent-up sex finally overwhelms me as my hand is moving and my fingers exploring and teasing and feeling and the slick lube on my dick is inviting it to plunge deep into the toy I have at the ready. Or if I’m not using a toy, I slather more coconut oil all over, including on my dick, swirling it around the head, painting it along the shaft, making it slippery and effortless to slide up and down in my hand.
I am hot and horny and on fire for myself. The world outside has faded away; it is just me alone inside this house filling my eyes with beauty and sexiness and filing my hands with my cock and balls and craving the ecstasy of orgasm and release. Faster now, and my dick is rock hard and pulsing with my heartbeat and involuntarily twitching up and down with bursts of arousal and desire, each contraction of whatever muscle is making it do that another reminder, another little step upwards in the ascent toward the bursting outrageous bloom of joy that I feel approaching.
I dump some lube into the fleshlight and put two fingers in it to stretch it out. The weed has so rewired my brain for pleasure that I actually feel my fingers moving back and forth across the ribs inside the toy and somehow that feels sexy, too. My dick pulses and throbs and waits and then I put more lube on the head and bring the soft pink vulva of the fleshlight down onto it. I push it gently in, watching the latest woman on the screen, drinking her in, admiring the beauty of her naked body. With the weed it looks three-dimensional and alive, and the pleasure she is feeling (surely even the paid models feel pretty hot during all that action, too, don’t they?) and my own pleasure moves up from my crotch to the pleasure I see with my eyes and it all mixes and melts deep inside me, and now my dick is disappearing inside the fleshlight, pushing aside the ribs and tightness, insistent, prodding, demanding its space deep inside.
All the arousal I have built up around my legs and ass and balls brings itself into a white-hot focus along the length of my dick now pushed all the way inside the fleshlight. It wants to move, it wants to bloom and erupt and release, and I pull the fleshlight back up and watch the slick shiny shaft emerge, and then I push it back down again, plunging myself inside it, and start to groan out loud.
Up and then down again, the sensations already overwhelming continue to expand and build and throb and my hand moves on its own now, stroking the toy up and down onto myself and my back starts to arch and I watch the latest woman with her finger on her clit and her own head tilted back with her mouth open like mine is and I say oh my fucking god and move the fleshlight faster now.
I take my free hand and lightly touch my contracted balls as they tighten and prepare and that light stroking touch adds a fresh new dimension to the deep throbbing roar of pleasure in my cock that builds and builds and my god I can’t bear this anymore and stroke and stroke some more.
I close my eyes now and there are lights and I am floating in a dark warm space as the fleshlight moves and moves and my hand strokes below it and I feel the soft vulva end push against my pubis as each stroke ends with the head of my dick plunged deep inside and the ribs caress my shaft and everything moves faster and I lose control, stroking faster and faster and there is a hot rush of fluid inside my shaft now and then stroke and stroke and oh my fucking god this is incredible and I cum and cum and move and feel the pulses of hot semen filling up the toy and groan one last time out loud.
And then I stop because I cannot move anymore, because the waves of something delicious and satisfied that flows over me now is holding down my limbs and my mouth is gaping open and my eyes are closed and since I will need to die sometime in the next thirty years or so please let it be like this.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d2asuz/making_love_to_myself