Had guests staying over the weekend, it was the usual mix of good food and fine drink, great, made even better by the fact I was going through one of my phases of super high libido. A friend had posted a photo, in a light I haven’t seen before, she looks fucking amazing and very sexy, the image has been running through my mind for a while and also added to my feelings of basically wanting to get off in any way possible.

I woke up and as is my normal routine, started to edge, lately I’ve been super thick in the mornings, not fully hard but just full, it’s a good start. I was using a mix of toys, porn and lube to get as close as possible. As the morning went on - I’d woken pretty early - the build up was evident by the clear strings oozing from my cock head, I had to taste of course, everything was feeling amazing.

Then I made the mistake of stroking manually, I had intended to get some photos but through the haze of a mild hangover and the closeness of my climax I couldn’t stop. There was a clear river of pre running down my shaft, the head of my cock was as plump as I’ve ever seen it, and my balls were full. I remember feeling dizzy for a second and then I came, everywhere, my body was covered, in fact I also managed to get some on my chin.

Lying there panting with the after shocks of an intense orgasm coursing through my body, the sheets dishevelled, and guests just feet away in the room next door, I cleaned myself up.

A hour or so later and we’re all sat in the kitchen making plans for the day, having had breakfast. I’d been wondering if anyone had heard me as I can get ‘moany’ when I ejaculate, or even just close, it appeared I had got away (off) with it.

However, standing up to take plates I could feel the remains of my orgasm, evident by the slow trickle down the inside of my thigh. I’m a heavy cummer, and it’s not unknown for me to leak for several hours after - my first play partner called me a stud when she found this out, but that’s another story. The weather had been mild and I was wearing shorts, it quickly turned into a subtle race against time, as I felt the track of fluid reaching the hem and then into the open view.