I was introduced to the lunacy of government budgeting recently. We had some training budget left over. So instead of putting it toward something useful, someone of the team had to take some training. This was me. I was also introduced to the fact that it doesn't really matter if the training has relevance to my job. So long as the budget gets used. So stupid.
I was sent on a 2 day training program. Day one consisted of an excruciatingly boring lecture on some new piece of legislation. I wasn't paying attention because, as I previously said, this has no relevance to me. Day 2 was where we roleplay our understanding of it all, and I used my powers of bullshitting to get around the fact I didn't pay attention at all.
Now day one was presented by your archetypal public servant. Dull, droning and bureaucratic. All public servants can revert to this mode (it's a special gift we have), but for the most part there is a breed of new public servants who like to actually try and help and work hard. I fit this group and thankfully the speaker on day two also fit this group.
Another thing hit me about day two's speaker, she was amazingly hot. Stop and stare level of hot. She was average height, had long brown hair, quite small, but very tightly clothed breasts and a very nice smile. I didn't learn a thing that day either, but I was paying very close attention all day.
The problem with all this training was that it ran beyond the full day, so I was desperately tired for the most part. I hadn't had a wank in a few days and I certainly got no chance on the evening of day one.
So once day two had wound to a close and I got my certificate for being competent in something, scoffed the free finger food, downed a few tax payer provided beers and asked the amazingly hot second presenter if there were any vacancies in the department she worked in, it was time to head home.
The train ride home was late and I found the vibrations, rattling and shaking of the train to stir my cock from its slumber. The bus from the station made this even worse as the bus had the soul of a washing machine on constant spin cycle. The vibrations will eventually shake the thing to pieces, but before that happens, the vibrations stirred more life into my cock.
I got home and hopped in the shower, I had the following day off and could take as long as I wanted doing my usual night time duties. Dinner, newspaper, check email.
Stroking away, I felt the point of no return approaching very rapidly. I held off a second, and slowed down. I figured I had plenty of time, I may as well go twice tonight. I stroked a little more and could feel the orgasm preparing to wash over me. I held off and sat on the edge. But I could feel the cum finding its way to freedom. I stroked, once. The cum began to dribble out, a few more tiny strokes and it all dribbled out down the length of my cock. No shots, no force. No orgasm yet, just a pool of warm, sticky cum.
I stroked a few more times as hard as I could and the orgasm came soon after, sans powerful ejaculation. Without the distraction of cum, I was able to focus entirely on the orgasm and the intensity of the waves of pleasure that rolled over me. I've tried to replicate this, but to date it has been hit and miss.
However, as far as training goes, it is certainly very fun!
