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How I Attained Peegasm

So far, I’ve attained ‘peegasm‘ also known as ‘pissgasm’ only twice. Every now and then, I’ll try it again.

The goal is simple, to emit urine and semen at the same time. In practice, it’s so nearly impossible that it’s exactly the kind of challenge I like.

The male body is specifically designed to block the flow of urine while ejaculating. The urinary sphincters clamp down tight. My job is to thwart that. So, after trying a few different things, I finally settled on the following technique:

1. I wait until my bladder is uncomfortably full. One time I went too far with this and found out the body will start leaking out spurts of urine despite all efforts to keep it in. As I went running to the bathroom, urine spilled out on the floor leaving a trail behind me.

2. Then I start jerking off. As the ‘gonna cum’ feeling starts to build up, I try to maintain that feeling, but also try to let go and pee. Almost always one of four things happens:

a. The orgasm that’s starting to build subsides.

b. The urge to urinate subsides.

c. The piss starts flowing but I don’t cum.

d. I have an ejaculation, but didn’t pee.

Of course the last variation is the worst, because then the fun is over.

3. I go through a few cycles of building up to orgasm while really feeling the urge to pee, hopefully avoiding ejaculation until I’m actually urinating. Quite often, I’ll start to urinate, but the orgasm doesn’t happen, or the orgasm will shut off the flow of urine.

I’ve tried letting the orgasm happen, then opening the pee valves. That doesn’t work.

I’ve tried stimulating my cock really vigorously while peeing, hoping to instigate an orgasm. That mostly doesn’t work, but sometimes the orgasm will happen. Unfortunately, that shuts off the flow of urine.

The magic seems to be mental. You want to just let go. To really relax the urinary sphincters.

The first time it worked, my wife was asleep inside the house. I was outside on a hill in an orchard late at night at the edge of my front yard. There was traffic on the road nearby, but unless someone shined a spotlight sideways right at me, they would not see me from their cars. I think this semi-exhibitionism heightened my experience and may have made the peegasm possible.

I was standing, jerking off vigorously, and really, really had to pee. And then it happened. The pee was flowing, and then, it switched from a steady stream to orgasmic and very fluid spurts. I couldn’t see clearly in the dark, but I’m certain I was ejaculating while still peeing.

The other time, I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The tub was dry. The light was on, so I could watch clearly. Again it started with urine flow. That smooth flow was interrupted by spurts of white cum. ‘Interrupted’ isn’t quite the right word. The urine flow never shut off. The flow became chunky as the output was the mixed thin yellow fluid of urine interspersed with white sections of cum. Very exciting! It was a super-strong orgasm. Oddly, when it was over, I still had quite a bit of piss in my bladder, yet I couldn’t continue peeing for a minute. Finally, the muscle tension let go, and I was able to finish the urination.

That’s it for now. I’ve gotta keep practicing. In fact, I have a male friend who I think I’d like to practice this with. I’m not sure exactly what we’d do or how we’d accomplish it, but I can imagine it might start with us both sitting on the edge of the tub, but holding huge amounts of urine in our bladders, and maybe wanking each other, with a lot of feedback, like “Hey, wait a second…” and “OK, go on…” and so on.

Old People on the Beach

Old People, Nude on the Beach

I believe it started with Joe. Hank, the police chief, of retirement age, but still working in our small beach community, was patrolling the beach in the town’s beach Jeep, and came across Joe, naked as you please, sitting in a lawn chair on that stretch of beach just past Mariner’s Point. Hank pulled over. Joe knew it was Hank of course, and Hank recognized Joe. There’s no way Hank would arrest Joe for public nudity.

Hank asked Joe whether he was worried about being seen by any tourists walking by.

“Do you see any tourists here?”

“Well, no, but if someone does walk by?”

“I’ll just cover up with this towel.”

“Um, OK by me.”

They got to talking a little while. Both were in agreement about public nudity. People in our country make too much of a fuss about it. It should be allowed pretty much anywhere. They got to talking about sex and masturbation. Especially masturbation. Both old men agreed that our society has promoted the wrong idea about masturbation for hundreds of years. Joe didn’t expect Hank to be so like-minded about it, but he was. They started listing benefits of masturbation, like how it lowers blood pressure, reduces pain, allows people to relieve horniness so they don’t say stupid things or worse in public, and so on.

As they were talking, Joe started to spring an erection. The funny thing is he didn’t act embarrassed or do anything about it. He just sat there in his lawn chair chatting away, totally ignoring his half-hard cock. After a minute, it went back down.

The next day was Wednesday, one of Hank’s days off. He decided to take a walk on the beach, something he sometimes did on his mornings off. Sometimes his wife would come along with him. He enjoyed her conversation. On this morning, Joyce wanted to walk with him. He was hoping… Well, it was unlikely, he figured. Still, he was hoping Joe might be there, and be doing the same thing he was yesterday, sunning himself in the nude. Joyce would get a kick out of that.

As they passed Mariner’s point, Hank’s heart skipped a beat. In the distance, there was a man in a chair, and it was Joe. As they got closer, they could see he was naked.

Joyce stopped dead in her tracks. “Why, it’s Joe, and I could swear he has nothing on. C’mon, let’s turn around.”

“Let’s not, dear.”

“But you’d have to arrest him or something.”

“No, I’d never do that, and you know it. I’d rather join him.”

Joyce looked at Hank in a mischievous way he hadn’t seen in many years. “Interesting!”

They approached Joe, who smiled big and held up a hand in greeting. His penis was fully erect, but no one said anything about it. Hank felt an immediate stirring in his pants. Joyce felt a nice twang in her lower belly.

As the men greeted and started talking, Joyce couldn’t even speak. This was an all-new experience for her – coming across an old friend, naked on the beach, with an erection, no less! And her husband was totally on-board with it. She always admired Hank, and in this weird situation, she admired him also. She admired the way he was totally accepting of Joe.

They all grew up together. Joe had always been a touch on the eccentric side. He was the one to suggest crazy ideas as a kid, some of which got everyone in trouble, some were hilarious, and some just stupid. Normal kids stuff, but Joe was always the leader.

Joe was an inventor for a living. He was still working. Starting from his high school years, he had set up a workshop in his father’s garage, now his garage, and made things. His first significant invention was the variable speed control circuit for electric drills. No one knew how much money he had, but it was rumored he had millions.

Anyway, the three of them got to talking. Joyce wasn’t all that surprised when Hank took off his clothes. It was a warm and sunny morning, so other than that fact that people just don’t do this sort of thing, it was totally normal. Joyce was a bit reluctant, for two reasons. One: She was actually considering getting naked on a public beach, right here in town. She knew everyone, at any moment, anyone could walk by and see her. Two: She didn’t think she looked all that great naked. [Fact is, she’s totally fit and pretty. Sure, her long hair is gray, and her face has a few wrinkles, but she’s very fit.] Finally, weighing everything in her mind, she decided to strip also. She thought if someone she knew came along, they’d just have to deal with it. The shock would be good for them. Besides, she was unaccountably horny, something that didn’t happen very often for her these days.

Hank and Joyce dragged an old drift log over to have something to sit on, and continued conversing with Joe, who still had an erection.

Hank commented, “Aren’t you going to do anything about that?” pointing at Joe’s penis?

“If I did what I’d like to do, you’d have to arrest me,” Joe joked.

“If you did that, I wouldn’t be able to arrest you, because I’d be doing it too.”

The next thing you know, Joe and Hank were wanking right there on the beach. It wasn’t more than a minute longer that Joyce joined in, wanking in her own way. She kept staring at Joe’s penis. She’d seen Hank’s a million times, but Joe’s was fascinating. Joe knew she was staring, and that only enhanced his horniness. Both Joe and Hank were staring at Joyce, and although she still had a touch of body dysmorphia, she was very much enjoying the attention.

Joe’s muscles tensed, and he partially stood as the ejaculate started spurting out of his penis. He didn’t want to get it on his chair. A few seconds later, Joyce arched her back, moaned loudly, and convulsed in a strong orgasm, which drove Hank over the edge. His rock-hard penis started spurting into the sand at his feet also.

Everyone calmed down. Joyce reluctantly said they had to get out of the sun. She was a firm believer that morning sun is good, but afternoon soon may be unhealthy. Everyone went home, satisfied.

It wasn’t discussed, but on Friday, Hank’s next day off, the three of them reconvened on the beach, and repeated the experiment from two days before. At one point they could see a couple of people walking toward them in the distance. They discretely covered themselves with towels as the couple walked by.

Once the couple was a hundred yards away, the three of them uncovered and continued. They didn’t have time for orgasms, however, because someone else came walking along. It was Jennifer Anniston. It wasn’t really Jennifer Anniston. It was Jennifer Perault, but everyone in town jokingly calls her Jennifer Anniston because she really looks quite a bit like her.

“Hi Jen,” the three naked people greeted as she came within ear shot.

“Oh my goodness, are the three of you naked?”

“No, we’re covered with these towels,” Joyce said.

“But you were naked until I arrived, weren’t you?”

“Well, yes.”

“Can I join you?” a question that none of them had expected, but all three probably wished for.

“Of course.”

As she took off her clothes, she was momentarily shocked to see the men both had partial erections. “Were you guys… were you… um… masturbating?”

So now, there were four naked people masturbating on the beach.

Over the past couple of years, things have evolved quite a bit. Today, there’s a group of eight people sitting in a circle in a variety of lawn chairs or on driftwood, or on towels on the sand. There are naked people there, just past Mariner’s Point, whenever the weather is good, which fortunately is quite often here in central California.

It’s become known as a nude beach. Sometimes the youngsters hang out here when they’re home from college. Often, their parents are there also. There has been a couple of attempts to get rowdy, you know, too much beer and so on. Hank and his men keep that well under control with their frequent patrols of the beach. This beach is different than many nude beaches, in that masturbation is not only permitted, but encouraged.

The tourists are starting to catch on. The mayor had some signs erected that announce that it’s a nude beach, and no one who is offended by such things should go there. The signs also have a bunch of requirements indicating that penetrative sex is not allowed, dogs have to be well-mannered or on leashes, no alcohol and so on. We are all proud of Joe, and Hank, and all the early participants who made this happen. The local merchants are all very happy about the current small increase in tourism, and the expected much larger increase as what’s going on here catches on.

Caught With a Sex Toy

I’m a retired guy and since I don’t cook, I eat out frequently. I have a favorite place for dinner that I try to hit a couple of times a week. I always ask for the same waitress named Beka and we have become good friends. She’s probably about twenty-five so it will never be more than just friends due to a huge age difference, but that’s ok. She’s fun to talk to.

She is going to the local community college and is studying interior design and works at the restaurant at night to make some extra money. OK, it’s a Hooters, so you know Beka is good looking with a nice rack.

Anyway, when I found out she was studying interior design, I told her that my house had been done by a professional interior designer and she might like to see it. No ulterior motives. I just like having good looking girls around. I also like showing off my house. She was more than enthusiastic and said she had a day off over the weekend and could stop by.

So about 2 pm on Saturday my doorbell rings and there’s Beka, looking very cute in a short dress that showed off her great legs. I started a tour and she was very impressed. We discussed some of the designer chairs I had and she was most interested in a large area rug that I had bought in Copenhagen. I also have a lot of original art and she commented on how well the art coordinated with everything else.

My office was the last room I showed her. As she walked over to my desk, she asked, “What’s that?” I looked where she was pointing and the blood drained out of my face. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. Laying on my desk was an Acmejoy masturbation toy that I had plugged in to charge up and totally forgot about it. Busted!


It was fairly obvious what it was so I decided to man up and admit to the truth. “That’s uh, er, a masturbation toy. At my age that’s about all the sex I can get. It’s better than just doing it by hand.”

“So how does it work?” she asked. “And why is it better than your hand?”

Obviously she wasn’t too put off about the fact it was a sex toy. But I guess she knew she had nothing to fear from me.

“Well, to get the best result, I lube up my erect, uh…penis and stick it in that silicone sleeve. You can see all the bumps and ridges inside that massages my, uh, dick. It has two controls. Those two glowing blue buttons. One controls the degree of vibration. The damn thing actually has 10 different levels of vibration. Then the second button makes that silicone sleeve rotate. And there are five different rotation speeds.”

She took the toy from me and inserted her fingers inside the silicone sleeve. “Hmmm, I can see where that might feel good rubbing on your, uh, thing,” she commented.

“Hmmm….that sounds really interesting,” she said. “Can you give me a demonstration of how it works?”

“You mean on my penis?” I was totally shocked by this request. But also turned on.

“Of course on your penis, silly. I’ve seen a penis before but I would really like to see the toy do its thing. You do want to show me, don’t you? I thought guys like to show off their manhood.”

“Well, it’s a little odd. You being fully dressed and me having to expose myself to you,” I said.

“I hope you are not suggesting I get undressed are you?” she replied.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just awkward. I’m not used to baring my all to young girls. But I’m willing to give it a try. How much time do you have?” I asked her.

“A couple of hours,” she replied. “Why? Does it take a long time?”

“No, not long at all. But it would be better if I took a Viagra. And that takes about 30 minutes to start working. At my age I need some help.”

“Go ahead. Got anything to drink while we’re waiting?” I popped a 100mg Viagra and mixed her a quick drink and one for myself. We made small talk until I figured I’d had enough time for the little blue pill to do it’s thing.

“Look Beka, it’s best that I take off my pants and sit on a towel. For the device to really be effective I need to put quite a bit of lube on it and it can be messy.”

“Go for it buster,” she replied.

I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my pants and underwear. My dick was already about half hard just from thinking what I was about to do. Beka looked intensely at my dick and said, “Nice cock for an old dude. I’ve never seen and old cock before but they look just like a young one.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I spread a large towel on my office chair and sat down with my dick now sticking straight up. I generously lubed up my cock with some K-Y. Cocks always look more inviting when coated with lubricant and I could tell Beka was enjoying the show. I took way more time than necessary spreading the K-Y all over my dick. I always enjoyed showing off my cock to the ladies. Then I slowly stroked my dick to get it fully hard.

Beka dropped to her knees by my side. I guess to get a closer look. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I just want to really see this thing work.”

Then I grasped the toy by the handle and slid the silicone sleeve down over my cock. Each time I press the vibration button it steps up the degree of vibration. I pressed it about four or five times which provided a nice buzz on my cock. Then I pressed the rotation button about three times and the sleeve began to rotate. The feeling was about ten times better than what I could do with my hand.

Beka’s eyes were glued to my cock and the toy. I was loving it. Both what the toy was doing to my dick and the fact that a pretty young girl was entranced with the sight of my cock being masturbated just a couple of feet from her.

“Dude,” said Beka, “I have to tell you that sex with an old guy like you has no interest for me. But seeing your rock hard cock all covered in lube sliding in and out of that toy has really got me hot.”

“I have to warn you but when my orgasm comes, which will happen almost too quickly, I’m going to really make some noise and my body will go into spasms as the cum ejects from my cock into the toy.”

“Sounds fine to me,” she replied, obviously enjoying my performance.

I held the toy and moved it up and down the length of my cock. Beka didn’t take her eyes off of my actions. The sleeve was somewhat transparent and the redness of my cockhead and shaft could be seen inside it. I always wished it would take longer to cum using the toy. I could draw it out a bit by just holding the toy stationary and not moving it up and down my cock but it felt so good moving, it was hard not to do it.

As I stroked the toy up and down my cock, the silicone sleeve was madly rotating and stimulating the shit out of my dick. Every so often I would pull it completely off my cock so Beka could get a good look at it. My damn prick was bright red from all the stimulation.

“Wow,” exclaimed Beka, “that dick of yours is hard as a rock. Not bad for an old dude. I like the shiny cockhead too.”

I had discovered that tilting the toy towards me put extra pressure on my frenulum as the silicone sleeve whirled around and massaged my dick. That put me over the edge.

Then my orgasm came on very quickly. I started groaning as my body writhed in ecstasy. Then I started panting and when the first shot of semen spurted out, I let out a small scream. I bucked and screamed as spurt after spurt rocketed from my dick. Finally it was over and I had to quickly pull off the toy because the sensitivity of my dick was off the charts. I sat there exhausted as strings of semen drooled out of my cock as the major part of my load dripped out of the toy.

Beka clapped and said, “Wow, that was fantastic. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to see the actual ejaculation shoot out. I really love the way your dick looks, all red and shiny. Definitely made me wet.”

“Yep,” I replied, “I like seeing the cumshot as well. I’m happy to hear my dick got you wet.”

“Maybe we can have another session where that can be arranged. Seeing the cum shoot,” she said with a sly grin on her face. Hearing that, my cock twitched and another small jet of semen squirted out.

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Not Sure

My girlfriend says she’s not ‘ready.’ She won’t even masturbate with me or even show me her whole self naked.

On the other hand, my buddy and I have jerked each other off a few times. I’m starting to figure out that it’s natural and nice. One doesn’t have to be ‘gay’ to have a good time with a friend. Of course, if one is gay, that’s fine too, right?

So the day before yesterday, he proposed something new. He heard about ‘tantric masturbation’ and explained it to me. We decided to give it a try. Since the other day, I’ve read up on tantric stuff. I’m not sure that’s what we did, but it was fun in any case.

First, I started on him. The idea is I’d bring him close to cumming, but not let him go over the edge. I was basically sitting next to him while he was laying on his bed, and holding his balls gently with one hand, and jerking him with the other. Every time he got close, he let me know, and I stopped for a minute.

His cock became as hard as I’ve ever seen it. He was squirming, and laughing, but I could tell he was so close to cumming several times that he was like in another world.

After a while, I let go of his balls, pushed his legs farther apart, and placed my finger against his anus. I didn’t even push it in. He yelled “WAIT!” again, but it was too late, he came right away, spurting out buckets. I swear, his sperm went a foot in the air.

Then it was my turn. He wanked me and wanked me. Every time I got close, I let him know, and he stopped. This went on quite a while. I almost came like five times.

Before I knew it, and before I wanted it, it was over. He stopped. He told me it was better this way – that I should be satisfied without ever having ejaculated.

I wasn’t so sure. I’m still not so sure. I went home all sexually charged up. Contrary to what every bone in my body wanted, I didn’t jerk off when I got home. It would have been difficult anyway, with my sister home and all.

Now I swear there was a benefit. It just seemed to me that for the rest of the day, colors were a bit brighter, sounds were a bit crisper, my thinking might have been one notch clearer. Yup, I stayed horny, but it seems like it was in a good way.

After dinner, homework and some TV with the family, you can bet I jerked off. But taking what my friend said a step further, I kept doing that tantric thing, which I believe is also called edging. But, here’s the thing: I didn’t ejaculate. I haven’t even now, and it’s been two days. I did masturbate, I just didn’t let myself cum. I’m still seeing, hearing and thinking more clearly. Maybe even smelling and tasting with more clarity. Is that possible, or am I just imagining it? I don’t know. What are your thoughts about that?

My Sister and Her Friends Had a Most Incredible Request

My twin sister Junie, and her two friends came to my bedroom door all giggly, as usual. They had a request, and it couldn’t have been stranger if they asked me to reverse the earth’s poles.

They unraveled their request slowly, all hesitant, shy, and goofy. At first I thought I understood, but when they got to the heart of the matter, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was immediately embarrassed.

It seems the three girls were teamed up in biology class to do a simple little project. They were to bring in something to examine under a microscope.

I figured they wanted me to pull the wings off a bug or something. Cool, I could do that. But why all the giggles?

"No," Junie said, seemingly almost frustrated by my lack of understanding. "Not a bug. We need some sperm."

I couldn't even think of an answer, while I'm sure my face turned beet red. My first impulse was to slam the bedroom door on the three of them and yell 'Fuck off.' I mean, the whole notion was way too embarrassing.

On the other hand, at 16, my hormones were always raging. I had not yet even seen a real live vagina. Well, maybe Junie when we were four or five years old, but that didn't count. I started to mull the possibilities over in my head. I came to realize it would be pretty cool. I could jerk off, hand them a little bottle of sperm, and they'd know I did it, and they'd have a sort of souvenir. On yet another hand, that would be admitting that I masturbated, something that just wasn't done among people our age back then. But what if? What if I did that for them? Wouldn't it be the coolest thing in the world to provide them a sperm sample? I started to cave in, the hormones in me were winning over my cautious intelligence.

"OK," I said in a strange voice. I sounded a bit too high-pitched, and kind of shaky. Weird. I repeated in a stronger voice, "OK, sure, since you're my sister, and since you girls need it for school. Just don't tell anyone where it came from, alright?"

Suddenly, I regretted saying that I would do it. I hadn't thought it through, but if they had sperm in their biology class, they'd pretty surely tell everyone where it came from. My face got redder thinking about everyone in the school knowing I jerked off, and by gosh, maybe they'd make mental pictures of me jerking off. How embarrassing! I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

"I changed my mind," I said, somewhat more forcefully than I intended, trying to keep my voice from going high and shaky again.

"Oh, come on. It's for science," Kathy cajoled.

We went back and forth a bit, me and the three girls, but finally after they promised profusely that they wouldn't reveal the source, I did relent. Hormones again.

I had an empty bottle from an old chemistry set in my room. I started to close the door telling them I'd fill the bottle and give it to them in a little while.

"No, we need to watch," Junie stated.

"Yeah, yeah," the other two girls chimed in.

"Why?"

"Because…. um, because we need to know that it's real sperm, not something fake you could put in the bottle."

You'd think I'd object to that, but I immediately pictured, well, I don't know what exactly, something about the three girls all naked, and me naked, and maybe getting a handjob or a blowjob or something, especially from Kathy. Or the other girl, Nicole, for that matter. Nikky was a supe-hot looking girl with Korean parents. She didn't even realize how incredibly sexy she was with that super-long straight black hair of hers. My imagining was all quite nebulous, but it was a strongly sexual notion. I could feel a stirring in my pants.

I pretended to object, and be all sheepish, but I was all set for whatever might happen next. And yet, I didn't make any move. What should I do, just whip my pants off in front of these girls? That would be inelegant, to say the least. Maybe somehow tell them they had to get naked first? Sure, but how, exactly, would I justify that?

I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I ended up totally naked in front of them, and none of the three girls removed a stitch. I think in retrospect, I didn't need to remove my T-shirt, but it seemed appropriate at the time, so I was, in fact, fully naked.

My penis was immediately hard and I felt many things at once: I was feeling a sort of shame, like I was doing something wrong. I had to remind myself it was 'for science.' I felt sexually excited, of course. And, I felt proud. My dick had only recently come into its full size, and I had a nice nest of black hair around my balls with a slight trail leading up toward my belly button. And, I have to admit, my body, although perhaps a bit slim, was pretty athletic.

"That's it?" Kathy asked. "I thought your penis would be bigger."

That set me back for a second, but Junie stepped right up to the plate and said, "It seems huge to me." The world was right again:)

"Come on, masturbate," Nicole commanded. I was surprised she even knew the word.

So I did. I started to pull my foreskin up and down and all too soon, I was saying, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gunna cum."

My sister grabbed the little bottle, and held it near the tip of my dick. I was out of control, and started spurting. She only got a couple of drops in the bottle. The rest landed on the floor. And it was much more cum than usual.

It was probably the strongest orgasm of my life. My knees were so weak I had to sit down on the edge of my bed. The girls had been dead silent during the procedure. Kathy broke the silence saying, "That's it? I thought there'd be a lot more sperm than that." I decided right then that I didn't really like Kathy all that much, but mostly, I was in the combination of the afterglow of a super orgasm, and at the same time, I was becoming very, very shy. No, more than shy. Concerned that I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have been naked and jerked off in front of the girls.

As soon as I could, I put on my pants, and politely shooed the the girls, with their little bottle, out of my room.

It took me several days to recover. I jerked off several times reliving the experience. But I also had several bouts of absolute fear, like I burned down a house or something. I was sure the whole school would be talking about me.

Nothing happened, and so after a week, it was entirely forgotten.

Then, a knock at my bedroom door. I could tell it was the three of them again. I could hear them tittering.

"What?" I asked as I opened the door.

"The sample didn't work," Junie said. "By the time we got to school, it was kind of melted or something. We couldn't see any sperm in it. We need another sample. This time we'll refrigerate it."

Sometimes I'm very proud of my quick mind. I answered, "Not unless you girls participate also."

How Many People Are…

The world population has just recently surpassed 8 billion. My sister and I figure the average couple have sex once per week. The number of married people in America is 141 million, out of a total population of 329 million. If we can assume the same number for world population that’s 3.433 billion married people. So, they have sex once a week. According to sexologists, psychologists specializing in sex, ‘satisfactory’ intercourse lasts from 7 to 13 minutes, so we’ll go with 10 minutes as average. There are 168 hours in a week, so that’s 1,008 10-minute intervals. If you divide the world married population by 1,008, you get how many people, on average, are having sex right now. That’s 7,936,507 married people having sex right now.

What about unmarried people? We don’t know how to calculate that, but our guess is there is one unmarried couple for every four married couples having sex. So in reality, there are more than 10 million people having sex this very moment.

Masturbation is a different matter. People from a younger age masturbate. The number of people over the age of 14 in the world, which we believe is the average age that kids start to masturbate, is probably close to 6 billion. This is a bit hard to calculate exactly, because many people die young, skewing the statistics. We know the average lifespan worldwide is 72.6 years, so if the age of death was linear, that would make the number of ‘adults’ 6.45 billion.

So, around 6 billion people masturbate. According to sexologists, the average masturbation session lasts 33 minutes, including from the time that the genitals are exposed to when they are covered again. Rounding that down a little, we get 30 minutes per session. So, roughly 17.8 million people are masturbating right now.

We believe males masturbate slightly more frequently than females, and most males ejaculate at the end of most masturbatory sessions. So, that will be approximately 9 million ejaculations per half hour, or 432 million per day.

The average ejaculation lasts 6 seconds. Hmmm, let’s see, that means that at this very moment, 30,000 men are actually ejaculating.

The average ejaculation is 3.0 milliliters. In a minute 300,000 men have ejaculated. That’s 900 liters per minute, or 237 gallons of cum per minute. Per day, that’s 14,220 gallons per hour. So every hour, men ejaculate enough to fill an average house 3 feet or one meter deep. A month of cum would fill 15 Olympic-size swimming pools.

Too Shy to Meet Neighbor

Another story from a client:

A couple moved in next door. At first they seemed ordinary enough. I have to confess I know nothing about them. I’ve been a bad neighbor. Somehow, maybe it’s shyness on my part, but I’ve just never taken the time to go over there and say “Hi.” Neither has my wife.

So here’s the thing: On about six mornings so far, I’ve glanced out the window into the back yard, which is separated from his yard only with a chain-link fence. And I see him there, naked as the day he was born, laying in a lounge chair with a giant erection, jerking off. I always look away immediately. He’s gotta know I see him. The neighbor on the other side must have seen him also. I told my wife about it. She said, “I know. It’s a good thing the kids are grown and out of the house,” Then she laughed.

We know nothing about this guy and his wife. But just looking at him, he seems nice. They’ve been good neighbors. No noise, no trouble…

[I asked him how he felt about it.]

Well, I kind of admire the guy.

[I asked him whether when he gets to know the neighbor, whether he’d join him in his masturbatory activity.]

Hell no… Well, I mean, only because I’m too shy, really. Otherwise, I suppose I’d love to.

Naked at the Creek

Our house had a long back yard and at the end of the yard is a public creek covered with a canopy of shade trees. I have a little clearing along the bank where I placed a lounge chair years ago. I take my laptop down there to work sometimes. It is just within the range of my WiFi.

After a while, I got bolder. On a hot day, I’d take off my clothes and lay on a towel on the chair as I worked. It was a bit risky, because being a public creek, there was a possibility someone may come along in a kayak, or float on a rubber thingie, or maybe just wade down the creek. No one ever did, though. I figured if someone came along, I’d hear them in time.

One day, being all naked like that, I diverged myself from my work and was reading some sexual stories on my laptop. I had grown a big erection that I was ignoring at the moment, but figured I’d get around to stroking in a while.

Suddenly, I heard some light crashing through the leaves. I jumped up, almost dropping the laptop, and wrapped the towel around myself so quickly, I got a temporary crick in my back muscles. It was just a pair of deer browsing berries along the bank of the creek. Whew!

A couple of weeks later, I was down at the creek, had read some sex stories, and was now wanking in earnest, getting ready to drop some semen onto the creek bank when I heard some more light crashing. Again, I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself. This time, it wasn’t deer, it was a boy, perhaps 14 years old, shirtless, walking along the edge of the creek. He said “Hi” probably having no idea what he had almost seen.

I said “Hi” trying to remain cool, like he almost didn’t catch me wanking there. He walked on. When he was out of site, I removed the towel, and tried to get hard again and jerk off. It wasn’t happening. I had visions of him telling his parents there was a ‘perv guy’ down there at the creek jerking off. Of course he had probably seen nothing, but I wasn’t sure of that. He may not have cared. I wasn’t sure of that either.

It took me a couple of weeks before I started feeling good about jerking off at the creek again, but finally, I had re-acquired the sense of privacy I needed, and was able to wank at the creek almost daily. I have never been disturbed there again, even by deer.

My Problem

My Problem, an interesting masturbation situation

My problem is on a higher level, and I say this with an unconcealed degree of pride.

I have learned to have continuous, long-lasting orgasms. I can go as long as 5 minutes in orgasm.

In case you’re wondering how it’s done, let me tell you, because you can learn it too, and it’s not hard. It just takes some practice, and not even that much. I have seen a couple of guys get it on the first try.

You may know about edging, where you bring yourself close to ejaculating over and over again, but before you get too close, you stop the stimulation, and let the feeling subside.

OK, do that. Except, every time you get close to the edge, stop the stimulation only for a moment, Maybe one or two seconds. Then resume. Optionally, you can reduce the stimulation without stopping altogether. The goal is not to let the pre-orgasmic feeling fully subside. Just let it fall enough that you don’t cum then and there.

Stay calm, and keep doing it, Pretty soon, a true orgasmic feeling, what I call ‘lower orgasm,’ will happen for a moment. You feel that wonderful visceral tickle, for lack of a better word. You feel the tightness in your genital region, and probably a super excited, super hard cock state. You may feel tingles, or sort of spectacular chills as distal as your head and feet. You are fully in bliss. Now, typically, it falls off after a moment, or you ejaculate. That’s where the practice comes in. You can find the balance and stay in the lower orgasmic feeling for longer and longer times. At first, it’s up and down. You’ll keep getting into the orgasmic state for a moment, then it will recede, then you can bring it back, and so on. But in time, you can just stay in it.

Your body helps out. When it learns what you’re trying to do, it actually supports you in this activity, making it increasingly easy to stay in the state. Maybe it’s like playing the piano. It’s pretty damn hard to play a tune the first few times through, but with practice, you don’t even remember to press certain keys, you just play the song almost on autopilot.

Once you get the knack of it, you can even hit what I refer to as ‘high orgasm.’ In that state, your penis pulses. You get the ejaculatory contractions, but nothing comes out. That’s ideal. In actual practice, sometimes one drop of cum will escape. That’s rather exciting, because you can have a session of mini-ejaculations over the course of minutes or even hours. As good as that is, to get into the high orgasmic state with contractions and all, but stay dry… well, it’s an absolutely delicious accomplishment.

Imagine: You can have orgasms better and beyond what almost any other guy has had. But you don’t have to imagine. This is real!

So my problem, on a higher level, is that I’m still not perfect. Whether by myself, or with my wife or male friends doing me, it’s difficult for me to stay in lower orgasm for more than a few minutes at a time. And my high orgasm state generally falls back to lower orgasm after a few seconds, and has to be brought back, over and over again. On some occasions, I’ve had five minutes of lower and higher orgasm several times in an hour or more, But usually, I blow it, and fully ejaculate too soon.

By the way, an interesting side benefit is you learn that you don’t have to ejaculate to be satisfied. Many times, I’ve received a dry handjob from my wife, then continued to rub myself for an hour next to her while she sleeps. I don’t even bring tissues to bed any more, because I don’t need them. Finally, I fall asleep, happy as a clam. On a few occasions, I have fallen asleep while she is manipulating my penis. My wife seems to particularly like that.

As I keep practicing, I’m very curious to see what will happen next. Will I be able to stay in higher orgasm for a half-hour non-stop? What will that be like? Is there something new, as yet undiscovered? Maybe, I’ll break through to a new threshold? Is there a state beyond orgasm?


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