Today I just wanted to share a quick pick of my hard, veiny dick. It is still anxious to cum, of course. After 110 days of denial, edging has become effortless. All I have to do is think about something erotic, or barely touch myself, or even just look at my penis and it raises up excitedly, eager to explode and squirt its months and months worth of pent up spunk everywhere. Even though I’ve given up on cumming, I like to fantasize about it. Even though I’ve forgotten how it feels to orgasm, the thought still permeates my mind, filling my every desperate fantasy.