It’s at this point, day two turning into day three, that my coconut oil slathered dick feels the best it’s ever felt. Semi hard for the last few hours getting squeezed between my thighs when my hands are busy with some other task. Loading the bubbler for instance. I can squeeze and pull my dick once in just the right way and I am rock hard and so fucking close to shooting my load. It happens dozens and dozens of times and I will purposely let it return to its fat floppy state so I can prolong this feeling. Knowing that it’s day three now, I’m keenly aware that I’m going to have to wrap this session up. When the decision is made I’ll usually give myself a half an hour to get the hips gyrating and moaning ah ah ah ooh ooh ow ow ow. I’ll slap my hole with the head on last time for good luck and get HARD. I’ll push it downward and let go so it slaps my stomach. Hard. I don’t want it to stop. I can’t even stroke it up and down. All I have to do is squeeze the base and pull until it escapes my oily fist. About ten of those and I feel it building. It’s the last tug that can only be described as pain as my palm slides over the head of my cock and I can only squeeze and not let go for the next several. Two days of edging and this party orgasm always produces load after load after load, my whole body shaking and convulsing for several more minutes. When my eyes have stopped rolling into the back of my head and my breathing slows down I still can’t let go of my dick head because the slightest movement will activate the nerve endings and likely put me in the hospital. With my other hand I massage the cum into my chest and try not to pass out. It’s happened before. Awoke some time later with cum encrusted to my chest. I let go of my cock and that hits those nerve endings and I let out one last OW and my body convulses. That one hurt. So so good. I never want it to end.