There are many different kinds. Masturbation is different from fucking is different from making love. An orgasm when you’ve had two or three already during the day is different from one where you haven’t had sex in a week. If it’s up to me, I’ll describe the one that happened most recently. It was from masturbation, and I hadn’t had an orgasm in a week or so. What the fuck. Probably tmi, but I was using internet porn (while imagining my baby in the starring role).
It’s not as if it happens all at once, like it looks like. I feel a slow build up. Since I’m using my fingers, it’s different from if someone were sucking me or I was fucking someone. I like to lightly touch my penis. The skin is sensitive and I start to feel this buildup of a feeling inside it. My penis gradually hardens, and that feeling (which is very cool—kind of like the way a wonderful flavor might slowly spread across your tongue) builds. The more it builds, the more I want it to build.
I could go on for a while at this level, depending on whether I want to stretch out the pleasure or if I want to be done quickly. Tonight, I just kept going, slowly tightening my hold on my penis. I began to feel a kind of pressure at the base of my cock—kind of like a glowing sun rising in the morning. As it rises through my cock, I get a greater sense of urgency. I can feel this pending eruption, and the pressure builds.
At some point, the eruption starts rising inevitably towards the tip of my cock. As it does, it feels like my cock expands, and it glows in a magical, delicious energy, zapping and zinging. I start panting, and it feels like my eyes are rolling back, and this energy starts flowing up my back and into my head and then throughout my body.
The dam breaks in a sort of two step process. First it feels I can’t hold back any more. Some power outside myself is taking over, and my penis starts pumping in ripples from the base to the tip, and then, suddenly, my semen comes jetting out in a great release that can make me scream and moan if I don’t care if I’m heard. My cock pumps several times and I feel completely emptied out—not just of semen, but also of any nervous or anxious energy. A great calm comes over me—a peace that all is well in the world. It’s as if love was flowing around making everything ok.
Obviously, if I’m just doing it myself, the okness lasts a short time. If it’s from lovemaking, then it can last hours. I feel like I need nothing, and am completely satisfied with the world. Of course, if it’s with a lover who I can’t get out of my mind, We’d go on and on through much of the night… or day, until the bed was saturated with the residue of love.