He pauses a moment before responding.
It was one of the best orgasms – maybe the BEST orgasm – I’ve ever experienced.
You mentioned that.
Well it was.
I believe you.
It was… INTENSE.
Yes, but did you experience anything different? Was there anything unusual about it?
We used the rings. One winding over the root of his cock at the top and around the base of his balls at the bottom; the other – thick and tight – snugging its way down his length.
I love stroking his cock, and using the rings enhances the experience. For him, in that it creates extra sensitivity, especially in his head and along his frenum. For me, because the swell caused by the dual constriction engorges his shaft and increases the fullness of his balls.
Well… You took more time?
Armed with water-based lube, I took his hard in my hands and stroked. One-fisted with a turn of the wrist and a twist on the downward stroke. Prayer-handed with thumbs working in a circular pattern over the tip of his dick with every upward thrust. Palm-only, rubbing insistent circles with varying pressure over his purpled head.
I re-wetted as I went, occasionally with a flickering lick but mostly with ice water and spit, keeping his cock slick and alternating between cradling, massaging, and tapping his balls.
And then I turned on my vibe.
I mean, you could have just stroked me and it would have been over with fast. But you drew it out. And you used the vibrator.
Alternating speed and pulse, I ran my vibrator over his slit, pressing into his tip. I curved it under his balls and turned up the speed, watching his stretched-tight skin jump and dance with each press and circle. I pushed the pulse against the sensitive taut of his perineum, held the length of the vibrator buzzing against his shaft as I stroked, ran the low rumble over his protruding veins, and held him in place with my weight over his torso when he got too squirmy so I could do it all again.
It was like… Foreplay? But not real foreplay. Just, I guess… More, somehow.
Then I turned the vibrator off.
Removed my hands.
Listened to his breathing, observed the telltale stillness in his limbs. Felt his shivers, saw the goosebumps rise on his skin. All the signals his body sends out letting me know he’s close to orgasm.
And started to stroke again.
Sloooooowwwwly.
When you slowed down…
Up and down, steady and deliberate, light pressure building with each repetition.
…I couldn’t hold back.
Until…
Ah, but you did.
I did?
Yes.
What do you mean?
Did you really not notice anything different about your orgasm? It didn’t feel different?
It just felt amazing.
Hunh.
Why?
Well, because just now you said you couldn’t hold back.
Because I couldn’t.
Hon. You realize, don’t you, that you had an orgasm…
Yes…
…but you did hold back?
I did?
You didn’t ejaculate.
I didn’t?
No, he didn’t.
The way his face lit up when I told him that, you’d think it was Christmas morning…
Ah, guys can be multiorgasmic also. I have seen/heard that referred to as the dry heaves. Actually I have heard of males orgasming without ejaculating. I have heard two paraplegics describe it. And I read about something kind of similar in Jerry Butler’s book “Raw Talent”. The latter is/was a porn star and the book is his autobiography. He describes his first orgasm. He was a child playing on a statue of a tortoise and it started to really feel good. I have had conversations with guys about the first time they were able to “Cum white”. You should already know how my conversations go. I never reached a shuddering release until I was able to “Cum white”. Somehow I don’t think that was because of a sheltered childhood. My siblings, neighbor kids, and friends were usually older than me. I was unusually open to dares and challenges, and gullible besides. Sometimes things feel good because you want them to, and the converse is also true. A brain-gasm is better than any genital-gasm. It can lead to “Le petit mort”. I did worry that the sysop I met with was going to die. She was a screamer holding it in by shoving a pillow in her mouth. I worried that I would have to explain that I didn’t kill her by shoving the pillow down her throat. She did make quite the impression on me.
I think the idea of intensifying an orgasm through prolonged delay of reaching the point of no return is one that I was wrong about the origins of. I was thinking Tantric traditions, but https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tantra
Well, delaying an orgasm makes it better and I don’t know who discovered that. Tickle the tail of the dragon until it roars.
Wild
Most children figure out how to orgasm in early development. For boys, those orgasms are ‘dry’ because their hormones haven’t kicked in yet. Once puberty hits though, the “OMG this feels so GOOD” gets replaced with “OMG this is so MESSY!” It takes deliberate practice to revert back to the ‘clean’ variety.
http://health.howstuffworks.com/sexual-health/sexuality/tantric-sex-dictionary5.htm
For Smotch, it felt like a huge accomplishment (once he figured out what had happened), because he’s been working on re-training his brain – and his PC muscles – for several months now. (The tightness of the cock ring definitely contributed as well.) So he was thrilled.
On the other hand, I have a partner who experiences dry(ish) orgasms fairly regularly due to prostate surgery. The disconnect, for him, between orgasming and (not) ejaculating, is not something he celebrates.
As for your sysop… Somehow I suspect she stuffed more than just a pillow in her mouth during your time together. 😉
Enjoying the precious bodily fluids of one’s partner is a sweet taste made sweeter by the anticipation of precipitation.
Hanging ten
Inches?
And here I thought it was diet that most impacts how said fluids taste. 😛