It’s now nearly five full days since I last came, a personal record I never imagined I’d reach. Only two more days stand between me and my goal.
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After finishing a grueling night shift, I arrived home early morning utterly exhausted. Sleep should have been easy, but every position I tried felt wrong, uncomfortable. My mind refused to quiet itself, instead painting vivid scenes: my wife dominating me with a strap-on, having passionate sex with another man right before me, or applying makeup to my face as I’m choked and ravished by someone else.
Trying to drift off with a relentless erection screaming for release was torture—at least for me. I thought about how wearing a chastity cage might change the experience, perhaps easier to resist but also more frustrating. Still, that felt like cheating in this challenge.
The day passed quietly; I woke around 2 PM, ate, and lazily watched videos until boredom set in.
I knew risking temptation was foolish, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could control it.
Curious and restless, I pulled down my shorts, letting my hard cock rest against me as I watched some cuckold porn. It was begging to cum, every pulse of blood making it twitch with urgency.
The thrill of purposefully getting so hard, then consciously stopping myself before release was intoxicating. When the urge peaked, I slipped my cock back into my shorts. To my surprise, thick precum dripped out, yet I held strong.
I wiped the slick from my tip with my thumb and, on impulse, licked it off. Normally, I wouldn’t do that—but it ignited a daring heat inside me.
It’s a strange battle: summoning desire only to slam the brakes hard, even when your mind screams to give in to pleasure.
Though part of me feels conflicted, a sharp pride lingers, reminding me why I started this journey and to stay strong.
Tonight, another night shift awaits. When I post next, I’ll have shattered my own record.
Wish me luck. ?
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