[sebbie]

Part LXLVIII

Not being alone on a deserted island last night, I did the next best thing. I had been messing around a little earlier in the evening and I was still feeling quite horny, as I had come close to getting off, but, interestingly, not quite. I decided that I needed to sleep in something that would feel really slick and snug, and as I looked through my swim briefs, I ended up choosing a favorite of mine.

The brief I chose was a charcoal gray one I had gotten at Swimoutlet, I think. It has a thirty inch waist, and interestingly, two gold diagonal slashes on the front right side. I call this my “Hogwarts” swim brief. I always thought that if there was a swim team at Hogwarts in the Harry Potter stories, this would make an excellent team brief. It has an English school-boy look to it for sure. Two-inch sides. Brief, but not all THAT brief. The kind of brief a swimmer guy would worry about getting a noticeable accidental erection in.

So I crawled into bed feeling, you know, on a bit of a sexual “high” both from the activities I had been putting myself through earlier but now still feeling it inside the brief, and I quickly fall asleep.

I don’t wake up until 5 AM and start feeling around down there. Clearly, I am still on that same psychosexual high that had been haunting me all evening long. Not an “I need to ejaculate immediately:” high, but instead being in that neat place of “I really like where I am”. Some guys would probably describe this as how they feel when they are just at the beginning of getting a nice hard-on.

I’m in this really great place both physically and psychologically---it’s a really fun place to spend some time with and by yourself---feeling a little hard but not letting that get overwhelming, the only thing I can think of is to put my penis into an “up” position with the underside pushing against the slick black inner lining of the brief. This is a terrific not-to be missed place to spend time at 5 AM and is highly recommended. My fingertips do strange and wonderful things just tapping at the spot where my penis underside meets the brief. This tactic tends to make everything more sensitive bit by bit. I can brush against the glans in the process, and I suddenly, almost involuntarily scream out in sheer delight, always backing of before I get to the point where the big involuntary muscle contractions of an orgasm suddenly take over.

And, I never did actually go into an orgasm with the big muscle contractions. Still feeling horny from the night’s events. I’m still on this psychosexual high I created for myself. I’m up and about now, clad in some old compression shorts I really like as well. I will probably bounce through this entire day still hanging in this neat place where I so much like to be. Then mess around some more this evening. Then crawl into another pair of swim briefs and at least attempt to fall asleep. Then just see how the night goes. How many days and nights can I go like this without going into an orgasm? That is always the challenge.

It’s great fun to be a guy.

To be continued….