Long Hours

After Christmas and the New Year, I find myself as being the only one in my branch at work who actually bothered to show up, no boss, no colleagues, just me. I do the valiant thing and keep the entire operation running. This is a herculean task. I am an early riser, so I was in early, every day for a week. Since I was the only person I also stayed to the end of the each day. On top of this, I had my regular work to try and keep up with. To say I was sick of it is an understatement.

On the Friday of this rather hellish week I took a walk around my floor. Total people there: 3. After lunch, it was just 2. I sit at one end of the floor and the other sits way down the other end. Thankfully the afternoon was quiet and I managed to finish off all my work. At around 4pm the other person on the floor did a look around to see if they needed to turn off the lights on their way out, they found me and told me I was all that was left. I need to lock up, turn the lights off when I leave.

Fine, but I have to babysit the phones for another 2 hours. At least when they were around I could go and talk to them for a bit. I take a gamble that no one is going to call for a while and shoot out of the building to a news stand. I am in search of reading material. I buy a Time magazine and while at the stand glance upon a Penthouse.

This is not such a bad proposition, I figure I am feeding mind and body with this purchase. I pick up some food on the way back and settle into my chair. No one had called.

I eat and read Time. I feel enlightened and full.

But, it is plain how the final 45 minutes of my work day will be spent. The tie had been disposed of around lunch time, I reclined my chair, loosened my belt and sprung my cock from it's corporate attire prison.

I started out slow and really took my time over the photos in the magazine. I photo set of a maid really caught my attention. I wished the cleaners in my building looked like this and dressed the same way instead of the stock standard contractor issued uniform.

I was taking longer than normal as I was acutely aware of any noise and kept stopping to see if I needed to extract myself from the situation in a hurry. Thankfully this never happened.

Slowly continuing, I was getting closer and closer to the moment, I increased the pace, stroking furiously now. The magazine had been long forgotten as I was racing towards the edge of orgasm, ready to jump off.

I stretched my legs out as far as they go and stroked the final stroke as 6 fantastically pleasurable arches of cum shot out of my cock onto a waiting chest. I'd just jerked off at work. I let it sink in for a second and came to the conclusion that it didn't really bother me.

By this time I was quite disarranged in my chair and coming to my senses, uncomfortable. I cleaned up, made myself look respectable and not like someone who had just had a wank and checked my watch: 7pm. I called my boss and told them about the marathon effort that week. I secured the following Monday and Tuesday off and some overtime. I went home a happy, drained and contented man.

2008 Wanking Totals

2008 was going to be the last year of the stats. The trend had been pretty clear and made quite a bit of sense. So far, I get more wanking done when there are less people around the house. 2008 was no different in this respect. The only alteration to 2008 was that I began working and it would be interesting to see the effect of this.

Slightly down on the 1:1 ratio of last year, but still pretty close. The previous years had a fairly clear 66% of all orgasms had when the travelling parent was outside of the country. In 2008 this was reduced to just under 60%. I can attribute this to having 8 fewer hours each day in which to stroke away. I can easily understand the weekends having a fairly high number of orgasms, but during the week I am a little dumbstruck. Thursdays are always good days, tomorrow is Friday. Work is a little slacker, often with a few drinks afterwards. So I tend to start celebrating the weekend around Thursday night. But in general, the weekdays are a little bit of a mystery. Averaged out, I had a wank every Tuesday.

February is a bit of a yardstick. In that month, there are no parents around, so wanking (of course) increases. It skews the trend line a little, but I think allowing for February there isn't much between each month.

I think the stats are well and truly worked over, there isn't too much more to be said and I am no longer collecting them. And in the first few unloadings of 2009, it has taken a little adjusting to not immediately remember the circumstances of an orgasm right after the fact. 2009 will have me actually going on a date. So, I hope this can add a new angle to my postings.

As is customary, the final item of wanking for the year...