Mine happened nearly 30 years ago. I was alone in my living room one night after everyone else had gone to bed and I decided to try writing an erotic story on my computer. I chose a real experience I had with one of my first girlfriends. We sat facing each other, completely naked, and took turns describing the most personal and intimate details of our masturbatory journey. We admitted how profoundly important the practice had become to the quality of our lives and ended up demonstrating for each other. We then had amazing sex fueled by the profound intimacy we had shared. I became extremely turned on as I wrote the story using explicit language to describe the movement of her breasts and the changes in her vagina as she caressed herself. And the amazing feeling of vulnerability I experienced as I stroked myself and ejaculated for her. I had no choice but to tear off my cloths, flop on the couch and take care of myself. I was in my early 40s at the time and usually squirted once or twice when I masturbated. However, this time my penis erupted in seven or eight powerful streams that shot semen everywhere. I remember thinking, “Oh my God where is all of this coming from!!” It felt like the sexual tension that had built up in my body over the years had finally been released. I laid back, totally spent, and savored the glorious feeling of complete satisfaction that I was experiencing. I have had many amazing sessions, but none quite like that. I still think about it when I masturbate sometimes.
I'd say the orgasms I used to have before I hit puberty. No cum, no mess, and they were more intense than the orgasms that I have since started having after puberty. Some say the male prepubescent orgasm is the closest thing to the female counterpart that the males can experience. Could very well be!
TBH the best orgasms I've ever experienced were when I took heavy doses of Amphetamines, Vyvanse, and other various stimulants. I'd stay up for like 8-12 hours just cranking it. It was difficult to stay erect, but nutting flaccid once after 8-12 hours is p fuckin rad imo Then I'd crash, go to sleep with porn so seared into my brain that when I'd close my eyes I'd still be seeing it, and then feel disgusted with myself lol Great work out tho
By far watching my wife bring herself to orgasm. Something I have seen 100's of times but never tire of it.
I agree! I discovered masturbation & dry orgasms when I was 5. They were extremely intense, multiple-peak, full-body orgasms that made my entire body convulse with pleasure. They matched the female orgasmic pattern below: The best part was that I discovered I was also multi-orgasmic! I could just keep going & experience as many of those intense dry orgasms in a row as I wished! My "adult" orgasms are no where near as intense or as long-lasting, I lost my multi-orgasmic ability shortly after reaching puberty, and the multiple peaks also disappeared. I'd LOVE to experience those wild multiples again!
My girlfriend (future wife) had been dating for a long time, but in college, we agreed that she should go out with other guys since we could only see each other about once a month. I knew she was fooling around with them because I kept finding hickeys on her breasts. One night at the drive-in, she unzipped my pants, took out my cock and gave me a great handjob. It was a mess since we didn't stop to put on a condom. It was the first time she ever touched my cock, and I knew she learned the trick from one of her other dates. She learned a lot of other good things from them, too.
For me it would be hot, humid afternoons when I was 15-17. We lived near some woods, and there was a barn about a quarter mile from our house. At some point I got the bright idea of stashing an old blanket up in the hayloft, along with a few kinds of lube. I would go for "a walk in the woods" after school or on weekends, go up to the loft, strip naked, settle onto my comfortable blanket+hay bed and get a fantasy ramped up, and go at it. There was never anyone nearby, so it was open season on lots of messy lube, slapping sounds, and groans of delight. I spent many sweaty afternoons up there - fun and intense moments that would be great to relive.
I got it! My best wank ever and one I'd love to do again was a strip and jerk on a narrow beach. It was a dark, dark night and I had to get away from a very stressing family crisis, so just walked down there. I knew there was something reassuring -Eternal- about smallish waves always rolling in. Soon an opportunity came to mind, as they do to my mind, and I decided to wade a little, so got out of my shoes, socks, and long pants. Why not? All the houses right behind the beach were dark. That felt so good that the urge to skinny dip came to mind and off came the underwear and shirt, and it became exciting to think that maybe someone in a house was quietly watching. When I walked naked to the edge of the water. I decided to not swim but to lie down on my back in the shallow water with the smallish waves washing over my package and along my body. You know what I thought of next, rolling on to my sides and belly and back a few times, splashing water to rinse off the sand, and thumping away. That was my greatest ever, one I'd repeat if it were even possible to get away with it again.
When I first started masturbating regularly I had a buddy who lived next door. We would look at his dad's playboy's and Jack off together. We even jacked each other off sometimes. Haven't done it with another guy since. I would like to sometimes.
I was in my mid-forties, Friday night of a very rare whole weekend of home alone with my insatiable sex-lust & love for unrestrained masturbation! I was naked and spreadeagled on the sofa in front of the TV, about an hour into my first (I'd rented 3!) xxx tapes, and was already barely able to touch myself without igniting a first eruption (I was planning on MANY of them through the joyous hours ahead, but was nowhere near ready to start yet!). My dick had been so incredibly hard for so long that it had begun to hurt and felt numb & feverish out near the end of it, with pre-cum everywhere, chill bumps sweeping over my straining body and my breath catching in my throat with the slightest touch ... The scene in front of me was a close up of straight mf sex, sliding smoothly in & out, when, with hardly a break in the rhythm, m pulled out, moved down a little way, and pushed that bg, hard, slippery dick deep into f's ASS with one stroke, with her going WILD for 'getting' it there. I was a family man. I had always enjoyed (very much!) a limited amount of ass-play in my private pleasuring, and was vaguely aware that anal-fucking was what gay men did to each other in bed, but had never thought about that happening to me -- Until that electrifying moment! I remember saying out loud (my breath so ragged, my throat so hoarse I could hardly talk), "Damn, he could be doing that to ME ...!" My whole body lifted itself up & went rigid as my left hand pulled my uncut foreskin brutally downward toward the base of my hard dick, stretching it cruelly & painfully, then squeezing with all my manly strength as the sledge-hammer contractions of ejaculation jarred my body & my soul & the couch beneath me, sending gyser after gyser of white-hot cum like molten lava leaping up and out (and literally scalding the slotted tip of my dick passing through!) and raining down all over my chest & face & hair, and I could even hear it hitting the wall behind the sofa! I was gasping & grunting & crying out very loudly & sobbing joyously, without shame as I clung to myself, hanging on for dear life ... for I knew deep within my singing soul, in that almost frighteningly intense, very personal, very private moment, that I would do whatever it took to get & feel & experience another man's dick violating & fucking me as deep into MY ass as his was into hers.
After my divorce, I was tired of short quick jerk sessions, so I got ready for the long haul of being single again. After I learned how to not cum so quickly, I got an anal vibrator and started having truly awesome orgasms. I decided to see how many times I could cum so one Saturday afternoon I “geared up”. After putting in my vibrator, I strapped on my black chunky women’s gladiator sandals (my masturbation stand-by for years) and duck taped my lower body to a chair, carefully taping up the vibrator control as well. I used so much tape that I figured it would take me 20 mins to undo myself, which would be enough time to get horny again. With some lube within reach I started. Sure enough after my first orgasm I looked at my predicament and decided to wait out the refractory/shame period (a vibrator humming away at your prostate helps that out). After an hour and three orgasms, without waiting I grabbed the cup I had collected my semen in and drank it down. The fourth one was very long and drawn out, similar to what I have now with my favorite top. I finally unwrapped myself and took a nap. Wish I could repeat that but haven’t been able to go that long or hard since. But I haven’t really needed to since giving up on women and getting into sex with other guys.