Folks,
Yup, another gusher. Unlike most sessions, I was lying on my back and cranking out a load, actually in a rather manner-of-fact way since I had to get to work shortly thereafter.
Reexaming Joe's conditions:
1. I was no more horny than on a usual weekday. In fact, I hadn't really considered jacking off until my dick started getting hard -- 'cause really, even at 23, my dick gets an inopportune hardon at the drop of a hat.
2. Very relaxed. I opted for a hot bubble bath since I had nothing better to do to kill time, and I soaked for about half an hour. I really made a treatment out of it. I poured in some bath salts, too.
3. That begs the question -- how can you tell when your dick's "begging for attention" versus an everyday hardon? Rigidness? Throbbing? My dick usually does that anyway -- stays rather hard and starts to throb after a while -- and relating it back to point one, again, I wasn't particularly more horny than usual.
4. I say the ordeal lasted about 20 minutes altogether. Time was a bit of an issue then, so I didn't get the personal attention to detail as I do during a longer, day-off, edge session.
5. Nope, no edging, really. I edged momentarily, but nowhere near 15 minutes.
6. I can safely say that I get more out of an orgasm if I shoot more; that, basically, the proportion between orgasmic feeling and output -- cum -- remains in effect. That said, I feel more gratified if I have a gusher versus an everyday couple of no-nothing shots. Really, I think you can tell. I've been writing those experiences freely.
--Read [link=http://www.lpsg.org/cgi-bin/YaBB.cgi?board=Fiction;action=display;num=1057999353]The Full Moon and the Afterglow[/link] for more details.
7. I don't recall my imagination firing off anything particularly "hot." I usually use whatever I find on the Internet as the "visual aid," and in this case, there was none.
So -- some but not all conditions akin to your own experiences, Joe.
But I'll tell you. I can only recall seeing in a few pornographic video clips a cumshot similar to mine. I think quite a few of us have encountered the men from Falcon -- quite homogenous, incredibly muscular and built, smooth, well equipped, mostly awe-inspiring cumshots. One guy I remember seeing: The camera caught his cumshot from an underside view, maximizing the display -- in this case, a powerful hard shot spurting high into the air. Only one or two.
I did that, too.
My back arched slightly and I aimed my dick up instead of toward my face. The pressure built up in its familiar way, and for a bit of variation, I gripped the shaft and pulled it downward toward the base, giving it a bit more pressure than usual. Well, my stars!, the first bolt made a beeline right for my neck and cheek; the second splattered just to the right onto my bedspread, and the third sailed with even greater fervor! It... it almost looked like cursive, creamy skywriting. Trajectory-wise, it sailed toward the right, surely nailing the blinds and slipping and spooging downward.
Very odd. The trajectory of my shots almost always start out at its peak strength, then plummet quickly. Hard shot, hard shot, soft shot, dribble. Pretty predictable, but not this time. The middle shot was the killer; afterwards, I drizzled my dick and pubic hair in the milk.
What did I eat? Taco Bell. Somethin' about that sour cream, damn!
