He’s always game.
It’s one of the things I like best about him. One of the reasons we are so compatible. Probably _the_ reason we’ve remained such good friends throughout the duration of our relationship.
He’s game.
“Do you mind if I pour wax on you?” (or honey, or whatever other liquid comes to mind) and “Let’s take a little vacation” are met with the same good-natured (if sometimes somewhat befuddled) acceptance as “Let’s go out for a drink tonight” and “Hey, do you wanna have sex?”
He is not what you’d call a ‘yes’ man, but “YES” is almost always what he says to me.
Tonight, he said “yes” (actually it was more like, “Yesss…?“) to my question of: “Can I give your cock a massage?”
And, dear readers, lest you think to yourselves, DUH. Of course he’s going to say yes to that!, let me clarify:
I was asking his consent to *actually* massage his cock. Not to stroke it gently or give him a hand job or generally get him off in ‘usual’ (or unusual; to each their own) ways.
No. I asked if he would mind a massage. Like: deep tissue, thumb pads rubbing into tender bits, and palms pressing into pelvic muscles in a therapeutically experimental way. Maybe it would be relaxing, but maybe it would also be uncomfortable. (And maybe it was my goal to intermingle the two sensations and see what happened. 😉 )
Giving him an orgasm wasn’t really what I had in mind.
He had one, though. And it was…
I dunno. Different?
He wasn’t hard, for one thing. Neither was he soft, but rather at that gentle-swell half-mast state of arousal that says, “Yes, that feels good” but “No, I don’t expect anything further; I’m just enjoying the ride.”
(Not that he was being ridden. He wasn’t. A cowgirl I am not.)
I had poured baby oil over his semi-arousal and worked the moisture in with my fingers and palms. Gently at first, then harder, alternating between fingertips and flat hands, pressing in circular motions and pushing in weighted caresses.
The head of his cock.
His groin.
The join of his leg to the apex of his thigh.
His testicles.
His shaft.
Kneading and pushing, rolling and knuckling and squeezing in no set order; determined at my task but variant in its execution, I felt his groin muscles relax even as I watched his cock grow and recede under my ministrations, from soft to half-hard and from rigid back to its relaxed natural state again.
And then, in that not-hard in-between state:
I held his balls loose in the press of my palm, circling the base of his cock between thumb and forefinger with a gentle squeeze,
swiped my baby-oiled soft-slick grip up his shaft – only UP, no downstroke – in two long languid pulls,
saw his hip muscle flex in time with his telltale OhnoIcan’tstopit sharp inhalation of breath…
.
.
.
…and let go.
It wasn’t a usual orgasm. No balls-drawn-tight, hard-grown-harder, straining-for-release well and spew.
It wasn’t even usual for a ruined orgasm. No muscle-clenched shake, no desperation to hold back, no heartbeat-pulsing-through-shaft delayed-release gush.
It was more… Hmmm…
Well, ‘trickle’ doesn’t quite explain it. But it was like that, I guess. A low-pressure spring, welling gently and running on unexpectedly over a longer course of time than ejaculation normally takes.
Completely unintentional on both our parts.
Though maybe next time – now that I know how he responds – I’ll make him cum half-hard on purpose. 😉
After all, he’s always game.
You know I found that very interesting – I suppose when I have wet dreams and climax they are kinda small orgasms compared to when I am having a completely awake orgasm – what did he say about it?
Are they? I find that when I orgasm in my sleep, they are usually strong enough to wake me up. Sometimes they are the ‘rolling’ kind (not sure that’s exactly accurate, but hopefully it makes sense), in that they are somewhat drawn out and can easily become a second-wave orgasm – of equal or greater ‘strength’ – with a bit of manual stimulation. I have a somewhat lucid way of dreaming though, so maybe that’s why my erotic responses are wired that way? It’s an interesting topic; I wonder how other people experience somnambulent arousal.
[…pondering…]
And he didn’t say much, beyond “Hmnghhh…?!” 😉
Mine wake me up and can wave into another as well but they are just not so strong as waking ones. And i will read your lucid post as I sometimes have those types as well – only when i am getting plenty of sleep though 😉
Sounds intriguing. I am also curious to hear what he said about it.
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He doesn’t really dissect his erotic responses, at least not verbally. That’s more my arena.
I can say he was somewhat confused by the fact that he orgasmed; neither his body nor his brain were in that ‘mode’. He was somewhat abashed afterward, like slightly apologetically befuddled. But it was just different to me. I was essentially exposing him to a set of mixed sensations and I wanted to see how his body responded. Which is exactly what I got to see! 😉
“Probably _the_ reason we’ve remained such good friends throughout the duration of our relationship.”
This sentence drew me in. I love the way you talk about your relationship, and him, your favourite toy.
We started out as friends and have remained that way; we genuinely *like* each other, and that makes a world of difference in our ability to stand by one another, I think. 🙂
And as toys go, he IS quite fun to play with! 😉
When I was a teenager, I was masturbating once, hard erection, and my semen streamed out, not in a series of pulses like a regular or ruined orgasm. It wasn’t an orgasm and even though I didn’t know what a ruined orgasm was at the time, don’t believe it was that either. The load/mess was actually pretty big (bear in mind I was young/virile).
I don’t know what caused this and it’s never happened to me since. My only conclusion is somehow, like a statistically oddity, the normal reproductive function got haywire.
The only analogy I have to the above is the most embarrassing sexual experience of my life. I was going down on my wife and she was really close to orgasm. She was on her back, me lying prone. I’m talk and have long legs, so I often have some trouble staying on the bed. I’m sure I was hard but I certainly was not thrusting and trying to ejaculate. What got to me is her moaning was incredibly erotic and I came from how arousing it was. In effect, I ruined HER orgasm. the point of no return really just crept up on me and I tried to get up to stop it but it was too late. Maybe something like that happened. As I said, what made me cum was her erotic moaning, as far as I could tell.
I think, just as orgasm is possible without ejaculation, ejaculation is also possible without orgasm.
Based on his post-emissions mood changes and reboot/drowsy period, etc., as well as the *type* of fluid that was emitted, we’re both sure that he orgasmed. It was definitely unexpected though, in that it was not the goal on either of our parts and that it snuck up on him suddenly.
And I know what you mean about her responses pushing you over the edge. He’s done that before too. 😉
Experimentation is a wonderful thing ! 🙂
Sexperimentation! 😀
I enjoyed the comments as much as I enjoyed the post. I’m sure we’ll have some interesting dinner conversation this evening.
Thank you for sharing this experience. Live and learn, I always say.
May your dinner be interesting (and not in a “What IS this we are eating?” kind of way), and your desserts be scrumptious. 😉
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