Empathy

Yesterday I was Tumblin’ and came across an animated GIF of a woman reaching around a man to jack him off. He was standing and she was right behind him, leaning against something. They were both totally naked. The image was looping over the few frames where the guy was shooting his load. I found myself unable to scroll past. His ejaculate leapt from the end of his cock in a graceful arch and his face showed both the knitted furrow of pre-orgasmic concentration on his forehead and the gasp of release on his lips as they parted and his load surged out. It was…intoxicating.

I don’t know what it was about this specific image, but it really affected me. The more I watched it (and I must have seen that guy shoot a couple of hundred times, at least), the more I became him. I felt her grip around his hard shaft and the hot slug of goo push it’s way down the heart of his cock and release into the air. His balls tighten and prickle, the hitch in his breath as the orgasmic release hit his brain. The weakness in his knees as he slumped back into her warm breasts. Over and over and over.

UUUUNGH.

And I was like, Fuck, I want to come. I really do. I want to feel that. And the weight of the finality of never feeling that again really hit me. I can’t say to myself that, sure it’s been a long, long time, but it’ll happen someday. Just wait. It’ll happen. Because, no. I have no reason to think it will.

I told Belle about it last night as I was laying on top of her and rubbing the free and very hard penis into pelvis. I told her how badly that image made me want what he was getting. How great I felt the loss of orgasm at that moment.

And she said something along the lines of, “Yeah, that’s nice. Too bad for you it’s never going to happen again. I know what’s best for you.”

My balls were already churning but that kicked everything up to eleven. I may have whimpered. I felt like I was at the bottom of a very deep well all the water crushing down was her and her control over the penis. And while it was difficult to accept, it also seemed so right. That’s where I should be.

I told her it was worth it. That she should take all the orgasms I’d ever have for herself. To use that energy to maintain me how she wanted me to be.

And then we fucked. But only she came.

7 thoughts on “Empathy

  1. I don’t think there is any way I would be able to handle never having an orgasm ever again; I just like them too much. I’m already missing the fuck out of it, and it’s only been three months for me. I can’t imagine 3 years worth of denial…. 3 DECADES of denial… even more?

    You’re a lot stronger than I am. I wouldn’t be able to give it up that easily.

    -cagedmonkey

  2. Kara, that sounds familiar. I lasted maybe 7-10 days until last August. Then we changed some things around, and now it’s 6-7 weeks. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to not make an ass of myself any more and go longer, but I’m sure it’s doable. It’s a matter of figuring out what works – and him wanting to make you happy that way.

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