I have reached over one and a half month of denial. Two consecutive weeks of barely to no touching, yet watching orgasm after orgasm, reading your posts on here. Getting more and more sensitive and desperate for touch. Getting hornier and hornier by the day. The past week was so fucking intense. Waking up, completely desperate for a little peek at reddit. A little peek at porn. Having my cock throb in the morning before I go to work. Having multiple rock hard, throbbing boners throughout the day at work. Feeling my full tense balls with every step. It's getting stronger and stronger. Harder and harder.

Yesterday

Had a long day at work. Started out with the usual little porn peek, my sensitive shaft burning and throbbing. My balls releasing jolt after jolt of pleasure from even gently fondling them. Got up, dressed and got to work. I could barely focus. It was a boring, slow day. Having the thought of edging constantly on my mind. Seeing that one coworker in her tight fucking jeans walking by. It looked so fucking sexy it got my head going wild.

I can't keep my hand off my balls and cock, even at work. At my desk, with coworkers next to me, just "leaning on my elbow" or something, with my hand in between my legs slowly fondling my firm balls. Aching to release.

Yesterday I decided to edge fully for the first time in two weeks. Taking my throbbing, dripping cock out of my pants. Balls already tightening and aching for sweet release. I opened my saved posts on Reddit and wrapped my hand around my sensitive shaft.

I didn't even move my hand and wave after wave of pure bliss radiated throughout my body. I couldn't help to smile, even laugh, and move my hip to fuck my hand slowly. Nothing else mattered anymore. I was completely off this world, surrendered to my rockhard cock and the incredible sensations.

Watching my favorite posts slowly stroking my cock fully from the very tip of the head to the very bottom of my shaft, fondling and massaging my balls ready to explode. I pretty much rode a constant edge for an hour, being completely edgedrunk.

I got called for dinner. Actually almost came from the sudden distraction, but I resisted. Had to quickly snap out of it. After dinner I got straight back. Talked to some friends online but barely listened. One screen with the game we were playing, another with my own "game" I was playing. I can't remember what we talked about at all.

After hours of edging I went to take a shower and go to bed, but I wasn't done yet. I still couldn't help but to stroke and grind my cock, playing with my balls and tapping them. I was barely even awake and I couldn't stop. All I could think of is edging my needy cock, riding the glorious edge for fucking hours after weeks of no touching.

Instead of sleeping I laid on my stomach, grinding and humping my mattress. Instead of trying to cool down I put on my favorite porn audio's. Having the sexiest voice act as if I was fucking her, following her rythm while squishing my full balls laying on them. Had one near orgasm, the closest I have been on fucking weeks. Had to completely stop and focus on breathing. Cum burning in my shaft and my cock throbbed and my balls stiffened. Jolt after jolt. Instead of taking the hint and going to sleep I went straight back to humping my mattress. A dumb thing to do when that sensitive but I couldn't care less. My mind was completely gone.

Humping more and more, harder and harder. Having close call after closer call. Riding every edge I got while my balls were getting tighter and tighter. Moaning and breathing heavier and heavier. Having the audio completely consume my mind being the only thing I could even hear or think about, until it finally ended. Fully on edge I went to sleep. At least how far I could manage to do so. Really I could only think about doing it more.

Today

Today I woke up, earlier than usual. Without thinking I grabbed my phone and opened Reddit. My morning wood being unusually intense and my balls being a lot tighter than they were yesterday. I watched, managed to not touch while my needy cock begged for more. Head to work, being greeted by that coworker in those pants with a tight shirt first thing in the morning. Went to the bathroom to wait the upcoming boner out.

All I could think of is the sensation of the night before. Getting a semi every time I even thought about it or saw even the slightest curve of coworkers. I got home and went straight upstairs. Turned up the heat to get my full sensitive balls as big as they can get. Putting on my tightening cock and ball rings, separating my balls with no room to spare, I went for hours. Every tightening of my already squeezed balls feels so fucking good. Every cock throb tightening the ring about my balls, which in turn releases a giant jolt of pleasure, causing another throb. I barely have to do anything. It does it all by itself!

I was afraid I was slowly losing my sensitivity the past few weeks. Got accustomed of not touching. Having edged again now made my mind so fucking loopy. It feels so incredible. Haven't done anything else after I got home from work. Balls the tightest so far with my cock throbbing and leaking the most yet. I have stuff to do, but it feels like I can't. Everything is so fucking needy. I will probably be humping my mattress tonight again. Listening to audio piece after audio piece.

My fairly innocent look has never been too accurate, but now.. my goodness if people IRL even had the slightest idea...

Edit: i'm genuinely struggling to take the cock ring off atm. By balls give 0 leeway and I'm afraid I'll rip it. The pulling feels amazing but I'm forced to keep it on, probably until I shower.