Probably the hardest I’ve ever cum. True story too. But it’s probably not as dramatic as that title would lead you to believe. Sorry. ;)
So when I was in the Army, we went on these month long exercises into the desert. I did this maybe six or seven times. The first few times, I scoffed at all the guys who went into the porta-potties to rub one out. I was like, “You can’t wait a month? Seriously?”
There were female soldiers too and a few got some action during the exercise. One got pregnant. Again, I scoffed at them. I thought that was so weak! I had a strong will and I could hold out! And I did. At the end of the month when the exercise ended, I’d go home… put on some pornhub, and like five minutes later after just sliding my hand over my cock I’d be cumming… and I cum A LOT. The next time I’d be able to last a little longer.
Anyways, I held out maybe three times… but on the fourth exercise, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I decided ‘fuck it, I’ll be one of those dudes who rubs one out during the exercise.’
Except I couldn’t go to the porta-john. They smell awful and it’s just… grody. I’m classier than that, right? I mean, I’ve always been a prim and proper good boy. Not this time…
I was on the night shift but we had guard shifts. Mine was at noon, right in the middle of my sleep schedule. And it’s 4 hours long. 4 hours I’m sitting in this foxhole by myself, thinking about pussy. Hell, thinking about dudes as well. I’ve never been with a guy before, but I like to imagine guys give better head than girls. I had a lot of cum saved up… whoever could coax it from my cock would be getting a geyser.
I fantasized about some of the other soldiers. This cute Asian girl that reminded me of my first high school crush. The other NCO that I didn’t get along with- an older woman, hispanic… She was my boss for awhile and we had a number of yelling matches. My ideas about her went from hate-fucking, venting all my rage on her pussy… to her fucking all her rage out on me. I know there were a few other guys in my unit flitting through my imagination at the time- the white pretty boy. He was aggressively straight even though he didn’t look it- which made me think he was hitting the clubs just to throw people off his trail. I imagined him sucking my dick like he was a world champion at it.
So after four hours of just sitting there with a hard on underneath my boxers, my uniform, my chemical suit, and the little groin protector flap of my body armor… I’m fucking ready. I want to sleep, but I also want to cum.
So after I’m relieved (unfortunately, only in the context that another soldier took my guard position), I head into the sleeping tent where several dozen other soldiers are. The other night shift guys are sleeping but the day shift is going in and out.
I’m a prude and a good boy so I undress under my sleeping bag. With females in the tent, it’s common courtesy for everyone to do that. So it’s dark and the others who can’t sleep or are taking a break are on their phones or reading or whatever. I’ve got two sleeping bags… so maybe, maybe if I do this right…
I’m just in my boxers and a tan tee shirt. I roll over on my side. I am hard as a rock, my tip’s just rubbing against the velvet-y inner lining of the sleeping bag. I do a few test wiggles, pretend I’m going to sleep and just getting comfy. If I angle it just right, arch my knee a certain way, I can stroke myself without moving my elbow too much and from the outside, I appear perfectly motionless.
The problem is, I can hardly move my hand at all this way.
But where there’s a will, there’s a way. I keep going. A couple times a soldier passes me. There’s so little room, he even rubs against my feet at the end of the cot. I stop just out of paranoia. But my heart’s beating so fast and I’m so horny, I keep going. I am breathing so hard but I can’t let anyone know so I put all my effort into just being… still.
I go slow but long. That’s the only way it’ll work. I start at the very bottom of my cock, gripping it hard and then CRAWLING it up, until all that skin covers my head and rubs up against the silky lining of the sleeping ball. I remember the one word I could use to describe it at the time… AGONY.
I had to go so slow, keep so still, hold my breath. I fantasized about everyone and everything at the time. I’m pretty sure at one point I was staring right at a sleeping female soldier and thinking about her. But, you know, I’m chivalrous at heart, so I closed my eyes and thought about other things. At the very least, people who weren’t in the room. What can I say, I was addled with lust.
I remember my lips pressed up against the sleeping bag, breathing into it and feeling my own hot breath bounce back at me. Finally, at some point… I started cumming.
When you’re going THAT slow, that agonizingly slow. It’s not a normal orgasm. It felt like my balls tightened up into my gut. My ass tightened. I prayed that nobody could see my involuntary contractions underneath the sleeping bags. I knew my glutes were tightening up like a mother fucker, that ‘V’ part of my lower abs pulling taut. My lips started to shake, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my cock fucking coursed with cum. It felt like squeezing peas out of a pod. I came and came, thick and messy until there was a literal pool in my sleeping bag. I was damn near panting until it finally ended.
I had to maintain appearances. I wanted to just go limp and relax but I couldn’t make it obvious. After a while, I did another determined maneuver like I was just asleep and getting more comfy. I rolled over and pulled the sleeping bag up against my mouth- a huge swath of cum sticking to the lining rolled across my groin and then my hip. I went to sleep with it dripping down my butt… I was out cold after just having cummed the hardest I’ve ever cummed.
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