As I’ve now grown up, all the manhood needs to come out. I need to let it out as this will relax the balls and the production will continue otherwis...e it will clog up and stop producing.Mum: Did he prescribe any medication?Me: No, he said I should hold it and pull it back and push it front. It will relax once I continue stroking until it lets all that is stored in the balls out.Mum: That’s good and has that helped.Me: That’s the problem. I can’t keep it hard and nothing comes out, but the pain. "Mmmmm, you don't know how I needed that, just now." she murmured as she nuzzled my neck with her lips.I felt wonderful. I felt the glow of having found just the right gift to give someone you love. I was astonished at having thought of it. I even told myself it was not a selfish act that I really did it out of love. I suppose it was at least partially true. Besides, you have to take credit when you can.I now know that I was in fact giving her that loving post-coital cuddling that women voice. When they are on the deck and ready, I will ring a “dinner bell”. This is my wife’s prompting to come out.My beautiful bride will walk through the doors and on to the deck, wearing a bathrobe. She will usually greet them with a smile and a kiss, followed by some brief conversation. She will then drop her robe, take the man by the hand get into the tub.I stand there and watch as the passionate kisses begin along with some stroking of the mans cock. She will then have the guy sit on the edge of. Yet, as I continued to read this straight man's decline into interracial gay submission, I furiously pumped my cock while imagining it was me. I only read a few more paragraphs before cum erupted from my cock. Once my orgasm was done, I quickly clicked out of the story, ashamed that such a story had turned me on and even more so that I had imagined being that protagonist. I got ready for bed, before joining my beautiful, yet way less sexually aggressive than she had been ten years ago, wife..