I wasn’t able to cum for four and a half months. I finally had the best orgasm of my life [M]masturbation and [MF]

First time posting, so bear with me. I know that this isn’t really the kind of stuff that usually gets posted here, but, per the title, I finally came after four and a half months, and even though it’s been a few days, I’m still riding on a high right now, and need to tell someone about this little victory.

Due to some unfortunate family and career changes, I’d been dealing with an unusually strong spike from my GAD a few months ago and decided to give it a go with antidepressants rather than just struggling, as I had been. Around the same time, Natalie, a long time friend since college, and I started dating.

However, Natalie had one hard and fast rule: no porn.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: she sounds pretty deluded and controlling, and usually I’d agree, but let me explain. She’d had a very stout and conservative religious upbringing in which all forms of sex before marriage, sex for just enjoyment (God forbid), masturbation, and porn were forbidden. Over the years, she’s slowly gotten over most of it, though she still has some issues with masturbation for herself (not with me, thankfully) which I hate because women masturbating is one of the hottest things in the world to watch.

Porn, she never came around to, likely because her boyfriend before me watched it so much that he would often opt not to go out with her, from errands to dates, so that he could stay in and watch porn, he wouldn’t have sex with her because he chose to jack it to porn instead, and on the rare occurrence where he did sleep with her, he could almost never get it up to her or finish.

She really liked him (I believe they were even talking marriage at some point) and after she was inevitably forced to end things with him, let me tell you, she was a fucking mess. Heartbroken and left with some pretty bad body image issues. After seeing her when she was going through that, I was willing to entertain her on her no porn rule. That rule didn’t apply to stories, hence how I landed on this sub under a different username, but unfortunately, I’m a very visual guy.

Now, while my antidepressants helped me immensely and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, they made it difficult to get hard, and damn near impossible to cum. I was told that this would get better over time, and it has, but it’s been much slower than expected and infuriating at times. Couple this with not being able to watch porn, and yeah… my sex life took a hit. For a while, I’d had to rely on Viagra to get hard, and even then, I could never cum. For four and a half months I would go and go until either I gave up or she got sore, despite both or our best efforts.

Finally, one day, I broke. I’d been perpetually horny for four and a half months and couldn’t take it anymore. My balls hurt. I couldn’t focus on shit. All I could think about was sex and how fucking frustrated I was. I was even contemplating coming off of my meds. Someway, somehow, I needed to cum. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I work from home on Fridays and Natalie works downtown, about twenty minutes away. I tried to do my work that day, I really did, but it was messing with my head so much that the whole week my work performance had dropped to a point where even one of my coworkers asked if anything was wrong. I know it sounds like a lame excuse for not getting enough done at work, but I needed to cum, dammit. I can’t even begin to describe it.

Around two ‘o clock, I closed my computer and called it quits for the day, work be damned. I’d make the work up over the weekend. This had to end. I practically ripped my belt open and got my dick out: good for nothing and flaccid in my hand despite how goddamn horny I was.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started rubbing. I’d been able to get it up with Natalie within the past month, but on my own I was still struggling. It took a good fifteen minutes of playing with the tip and rubbing the frenulum before the little guy stiffened up enough to jack.

And I went to town like I had a million times before, convinced that somehow it would be different that time. I jacked it, and I jacked it, and I jacked it. I tried going fast, going slow, different strokes, rubbing the frenulum. I tried reading stories on here. I tried imagining old porn I’d watched in my head. I even tried a vibrator I got for Natalie in an unsuccessful effort to get her to be more open to jilling off in front of me. No dice.

Finally, by four, I caved. I knew I shouldn’t, out of respect for the promise I made Natalie, but I just didn’t have the willpower anymore. I opened up my computer and hightailed it to PornHub. Natalie didn’t have to know. I spent only about a minute searching up a good video, and went back to stroking.

Fuck, porn is amazing. Just the excitement of watching again had me harder than I’d been in a long while. The faces the women made, the moans, the variety, the angles. Finally, after only a little while, I felt like maybe I was getting somewhere. Not close, at least not yet, but somewhere.

I kept watching, kept going at it. One video showed two lesbians, one sensually eating the other out while fingering her at the same time. The other pinched her own nipples and writhed until she had a squirting orgasm. I got a little closer.

Another was a man who was getting what looked like an amazing blowjob from a woman with gorgeous, perky and bouncy breasts. Sometimes she’d deep-throat, which always seems to get me. Sometimes she’d sit up, press his dick against one of her breasts, and stroking the backside until he finally came all over her tits. I got a bit closer, albeit with a bit of jealousy. How I wish I could just unload on Natalie’s tits like that.

Then a notification popped up in the corner of my screen, a text from Natalie: “Hey, hon. Picked up subs from the store. I’ll be home in ten.”

Oh no. No, no, no. I looked at the time: 4:30. She shouldn’t have been home for another hour. I knew that at this point, I’d finally be able to cum if I had that hour, maybe even half an hour, but ten minutes?

I had come too far at that point to turn back. I had to cum. I had to. I clicked to the next video and jacked even harder. This one was a petite girl with a firm round ass and nice full rack getting fucked doggy. Both her breasts and butt jiggled with each thrust and her face was one of pure ecstasy. When she finally came hard on his dick, I could feel that familiar pressure building between my legs. I was actually getting close. I was actually going to cum. Just the thought got me going even more. This was actually going to happen.

Then, I heard a car door slam and spared a glance through the window to the parking lot below our apartment.

Fuck. Natalie was home.

I could have screamed in frustration. I briefly considered sobering up, putting my belt back on, and going out to the living room to meet Natalie, but jacking it… just felt too good. I was too close. I still had time. I could still cum, close the computer and pretend nothing ever happened. I started jacking even harder, and precum actually started beading up as I watched the girl on screen reach down to touch herself as she was getting pounded.

I heard the keys turn in the front door and the dog started barking. I could still make it, I told myself, and pumped even harder. More pleasure started building. I was so damn close it hurt.

“Honey? Hey, where are you?” I heard Natalie call. I kept quiet and kept watching this girl masturbate and convulse and moan, kept furiously jacking. My balls grew tight against me in preparation. I knew that if I turned it off, I’d lose it and go back to square one.

I heard Natalie walking in her heels towards the office. Fuck. I rubbed more. Maybe Natalie could hear the sound of the squelching and moaning. Suddenly, I didn’t care. The tip of my penis tingled and I was right on edge. The light at the end of the tunnel was right there and I could fucking taste that point of no return.

Then the doorknob turned, and in walked Natalie. I froze. She froze. Her eyes darted back and forth between the porn on screen, still playing loudly, and me, dick in hand, penis starting to go soft in that fraction of a moment. Nobody moved a muscle for several moments until I reached over to pause the video.

Suddenly, the guilt was crushing. I know what she went through with her last relationship. I was there. I know how much that hurt her. I know of her insecurity issues. And I couldn’t keep my promise. Hell, I couldn’t even be bothered to turn off the goddamn computer when she pulled up.

“I’m so sorry!” I started all out blubbering about how I just couldn’t handle not being able to cum anymore, how I was going insane and how wrong I was. She stepped forward and I shut up real fast. She kept glancing between me and the screen, and I could tell that she was struggling with what to make of it.

Then, without a word, she leaned over me, pressed play on the computer, pulled me out of my chair, and got down on her knees in front of me. No way. This couldn’t be happening. I had to be dead. She must have killed me already.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Mhmm.” She fondled me until I was hard enough again, which didn’t take long, and rubbed my leg. “You need to cum? We’ll get you there.”

And with that, she started blowing me.

I just stood there in disbelief. This had to be a trick.

“Hey,” she said, pausing. “Relax, okay?”

And I just gave into it, going back and forth between watching the screen and watching my gorgeous girlfriend.

After a few minutes, she started moaning and fondling her boobs, something I’d never seen her do before. She was wearing a tight blouse and pencil skirt, and her breasts nearly spilled over the neckline as she squeezed them. The pressure in my groin started building again.

I closed my eyes for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, enjoying the pleasure slowly building without a timer over my head. Finally.

My legs started shaking a few minutes later. All I could think was holy shit, this is actually going to happen. When I opened my eyes next, I seriously thought I was hallucinating for a second.

Natalie had her skirt hiked up and underwear, just a skimpy thong, pulled to the side and was practically finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit with her thumb while stealing sidelong glancing at the porn that was playing.

She was a moaning, slobbering mess on my dick, and one breast had finally bounced free of the confines of her shirt.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The man on screen grunted as he grabbed the girl’s hips, pulled her onto him and came deep inside of her. Natalie moaned in turn, eyes now glued to the screen as she rubbed and fingered herself in some kind of frenzy.

It brought me right to the edge. My legs were shaking violently now, my balls grew tight, and as Natalie licked and sucked and took me into her mouth, it was almost too much to handle.

I normally would have cum by then. It was more sensation than I’d ever experienced and felt so indescribably good. It was almost too much.

I just couldn’t figure out how to finally go over the edge.

Natalie started breathing harder on my dick, almost panting. I knew what that meant. She continued to watch the new video on screen, breathing faster and faster, rubbing herself faster and faster, and finally tore her eyes from the computer to look into my eyes as she began to cum, scream muffled by my dick in her mouth, which she took nearly all the way down her throat.

And that was it. That was the final push I needed. Finally, finally, after four and half months, I fucking exploded, unable to hold in a loud grunt. I convulsed and nearly fell to my knees on top of her as I came, gushing jet after jet of cum down the back of her throat. The orgasm just kept going and going, seemingly trying to make up for the four and a half months that I’d been unable to bust. Each wave was just as strong as the last. When Natalie thought it was over, she took me out.

“I’m not done,” I gasped out, grabbing my dick and jerking it, another rope shooting out and splattering right in the hollow between her collarbones and her cleavage.

She took over for me, jerking me expertly until the ropes turned to spurts and then to dribbles before ceasing altogether.

I let out a breath and actually had to sit down next to her and hold my head in my hands for a bit in order not to pass out. My dick twitched in my lap.

“Fuck,” I whispered when I was finally able.

“You good now?” she asked.

“Yeah, you?”

“Can’t complain,” she said, still trying to catch her own breath. She laughed, but she blushed and I could tell she was already embarrassed about the ordeal.

We went to go eat our then cold dinner, and neither of us brought up the porn issue… at least not then.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ms9vy/i_wasnt_able_to_cum_for_four_and_a_half_months_i