Hey, I'm blackirish and I really like edging sex - if I'm jackin off, or with 2, 3. 4, 20 other guys, I love taking time to really pull out the sperm and feel that orgasm down in my feet. I like keeping my high going for a long time. So I'm starting this blog. I want to post stories, contacts, videos, and more and feature men (older than 18? You're a man in my book) who like to stroke, fuck or get hard and stay hard for hours, days and even weeks.
Email me at blackirish@hotmenedging.com
I got into edging my cock when I was a teenager. I grew up outside of New York City. Its pretty heavily wooded there and our house was on the side of a mountain with only a few neighbors nearby. When I was 13 I got into jacking off in a big way. I'd go off into the woods with a muscle mag under my shirt and and a little jar of Vaseline. In those days if you couldn't get a Physique Pictorial, the next best thing was Bob Hoffman's Strength and Health.
As soon as I felt I was deep enough into the forest I'd find a good spot where I could put my back up against a tree and have a good view of the woods around me. I'd strip and get into the feel of the air on my skin. Sometimes I'd take out my dick out and jack it as I walked along. My dick always got harder if I imagined I was being watched. I'd go on stroking my cock - stop and just let it feel the air - spit on it - finger the slit on the head of my dick, eat my precum, and talk out loud about how good my cock felt. Finally I'd cum and spray it as far I could around me pushing my hips forward to let it dry by air. I imagined myself as a bodybuilder posing with my cock out in front of an audience - letting them worship my muscles, my balls and the sperm I was going to spray all over them.
By the time I got into college I was spending a lot of free time trying to figure out ways to linger and stroke until it was impossible to do it anymore. Poppers helped me jack for hours. I liked stroking in front of my dorm window, on the 13th floor of a building that looked out over campus. Lots of sperm blasted in that building...if you were to shine a black lite on the walls they'd look like a Pollack.
In graduate school I got so into edging it went on for hours. Hey - it was a stressful time. I'd spend my days working, evenings studying and writing and if I didn't have someone to play with that night, I'd spend an hour or two in a closet off my room that had three brick walls. I'd get a bottle of Rush and jack my dick for hours looking at muscle mags and Falcon and Colt's fantastic print media of the 1980s...Grant Wood...Mike Davis...Al Parker...my cock and I could last for hours. I'd sleep a little, and start bating again.
When I met someone who was into it, we'd figure out ways to bring our selves right up to cumming, back off and climb that hill again...over and over...extending our orgasms for whole afternoons. One night, during a visit to NYC, I met two competitive bodybuilders at the Cockring on Christopher Street. We went to their apartment in Chelsea and edged for hours, taking videos and Polaroid pictures of each other; in one room with floor to ceiling mirrors, in another with a fantastic picture window to fuck in front of..we were all about trying every kind of sex to feel it and then try something else. That was the night I first double penetrated a guy, feeling my hard cock in his ass with another cock sliding in and out next to mine, we'd all do a blast of poppers and slow it down. I don't know what happened to all those images of my cock, in my hand, in their hands, in their mouths...close up of tight balls slapping up against my lips....damn I fuckin LOVE the way my cock feels when I'm edging....and when I give it up...in a 1/2 hour I'm ready to go again. My personal best? 4 times in one night....1am-9am
