My masturbation diary, commencing 11th January 201We’ll even if I’m the only reader of this I hope to get some pleasure in writing. They say writing is a good form of therapy, I’ll find out, but in the meanwhile I’ll write about my fantasies and actualities. Feel free to contribute. If you don’t like what I write about, don’t read it.So I was away for a couple of days, travelling on business, staying at a hotel. Whilst I always hope to meet a lovely woman for some company, the reality is this is never as easy as one’s fantasies would suggest. You look at the services card they place on the desk area offering various services. They never seem to have what everyone wants surely; they offer breakfast, faxing, printing, dinner, room service, but never a massage or blowjob let alone a fuck. I still look in the pointless hope that one day this may be offered. The magazine drawer has a local businesses mag in it, no useful Göztepe escort bayan numbers there either. My pillow has a little card on it, “what’s this?” I wonder, it says “Want more..?” enticing! Nope, just saying extra pillows are available. So its a wank tonight. I can feel a decent load down there that is aching to get out.Diner done, work done, time for bed..getting horny. The multitude of mirrors in the room serve to provide a running multi-angled documentary on my enlarging cock. So, it’s not a cock that would prima facie make a woman go weak at the knees, but fuck you, it does my fine and I’ve NEVER had any complaints from recipients thereof. And, most importantly, I like it. For the record then, my cock is circumcised and what’s left of the original form is I suppose 6″ in length. I think I am what is described as a “grower”. So I guess my underpants are more Escort Caddebostan comfortable than those of men who are risers. So, I’m in early fifties, one downside of aging is that pubic hairs just keep growing. One day I noticed some of them were longer than my inert cock; out with the scissors to trim that lot back a bit. WHilst there, I did some topiary around my balls also, but for anyone else about to embark on same process, please take more care than I did with the tip of the scissors, which seem to so easily snip the ball bag, and boy, does it bleed a lot!Anyhow back to the mirrors and my growing cock. Teeth brushed, naked, time to lie down. Cock really hard now. What to thing about? mmmm.. .long running fantasy to suck myself. No chance there, cock not long enough and back to stiff, six inches away. Once when a young man I nearly crippled myself and just, but Bağdat Caddesi escort only just got my tongue to touch the very end of my cock. I couldn’t walk properly for a day or so. Anyhow, if I get myself primed, I can put my legs high in my air over my head and shoot my load into my mouth. The thought of this always excites me enormously. Most of the time I lose my nerve and roll out of the position as I come to end up with a cupped hand full of semen – why do they make hair conditioner look like a handful of come? – Sometimes I spunk whilst in position, often hitting my face, hair or chest, or bed, on a few occasions I spunk into my mouth, then I usually spit (why do I find it a disgusting taste?), but on four occasions I have actually swallowed, and it is not really so bad. On this occasion I lost my nerve, probably because I had a massive load on board, so the whole lot went into my cupped hand – and there was a goodly amount too! I think I’m more likely to receive the load in my mouth when I have already come earlier in the day, and my come is smaller, fresher and strangely sweeter. Feeling mildly disappointed in myself for chickening out, but happy to have shot my load, I settled down to read and sleep. Until next time… bye! x