#ejaculation

Lastnight, after forcing orgasm denial upon myself for hours, I eventually got to the point where I felt almost dizzy. I couldn’t bear to masturbate any more, because my penis was starting to feel tingly with oversensitivity. I knew it was unsafe for me to orgasm while sitting on my desk chair, because when I’m that horny, my body moves a hell of a lot during climax.

So I got off my chair and stretched out the floor, my legs glistening with precum and lube. I tried so hard to keep edging, but I made the mistake of fondling my balls and stimulating the best spot under my cockhead simultaneously, and I felt my body spasm. It was time.

I felt myself squeeze my genitals firmly, as if I was trying to stop the orgasm. I don’t know why I did that—I think it was a part of me trying to keep it in, although resistance was impossible. The cum was rushing down my shaft, my toes were curling, and my abdomen was tight. It was here. No amount of squeezing could stop this.

When I ejaculated, semen blasted out of me like a firefighter’s hose. It flew over my head, and I let out a yelp, then forced myself to gasp deeply for breath instead of vocally moan (since it was like 2 a.m.). As I was practically wheezing, my legs flew out and kicked because the orgasm was so powerful. My back arched and I shook from side to side, hands still on my erection, sending the next few pumps of cum onto the carpet. All the while, my legs were bucking and flailing with desperation as my balls emptied themselves all over my body, and I very nearly kicked my desk chair over.

Once I was done, I spent about 5 minutes trying not to fall asleep. But once I went to sleep and woke up again today, I couldn’t help but notice that i felt rejuvenated and energized. Almost cleansed from the inside! So do I recommend getting uncomfortably desperate, wetting multiple times, and edging for hours before an explosive climax?

Absolutely.

I’ve been riding the edge of orgasm for about 2 hours. I cant believe how fucking horny piss makes me. I’m so in love with holding it in until I’m whimpering for relief, then only allowing myself a tiny bit of relief in a place that isn’t a toilet. 

My erection is throbbing, tired after 8 hours of holding, minor wetting, holding again, spurting, masturbating, leaking, drinking more, and losing the battle against my bladder. My balcony wall is soaked with blasts of my urine. My legs are damp from when I dashed indoors, my erection flying side to side as I continued my panicked tinkling as I hurried towards a toilet. My bath mat is darker in color, because I couldn’t make it to the toilet and had to shoot my pee onto the floor, and that was the most absorbent thing. 

I’m quivering with desperation, not from a screamingly full bladder, but from being denied an orgasm for 3 hours. I fully intend to keep stimulating myself for at LEAST another hour. When I ejaculate, the force of it will likely knock me out of my chair. I might have to lay on the floor, just to be safe.