Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
I experienced a rather spectacular ruined orgasm when I was 18 years old, still in high school. At the time I was a teaching assistant to a math teacher. He was handsome, in his 30s, and in nice shape. I worked with him every day. And to tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, that only grew as my senior year went on.
As a teaching assistant I frequently spent time in the math teachers' offices. I was frequently around the teacher I worked for, the other math teachers, and two other 18 year old student teaching assistants. One was Matt, a boy with unruly hair matted like a shag carpet from the 70s, and the other was Percy, a scrawny kid.
Anyway, one day while the three of us hung around the math teacher offices, Matt brought up that he had found porn sites that deal with ruined orgasms.
"Can you imagine a chick doing you, and then she stops right when you reach orgasm? That would suck!"
Being naive and sexually inexperienced, I said, "What's wrong with that? I thought the idea of sex was to bring you to orgasm."
"The point of sex is to stimulate you THROUGH your orgasm, not to stop when it starts," Matt answered me in an exasperated tone. "If the chick stops at the beginning of your orgasm it doesn't feel good."
Overhearing the discussion, the math teacher came up to us.
"I can show you what a ruined orgasm is," he said.
To my surprise, my math teacher unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock and balls out! He quickly got me hard, and started fondling me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, for here was my crush doing a sex act on me. He was jacking me off, and damn, it felt good!
"Now we're making Brian feel good, stimulating him like a regular jack off. The object is to get him up to the point of orgasm, like in regular sex."
The math teacher jerked on me fast, bringing me close to orgasm, and then slowed down again. He did this for a few minutes, stretching out the session, and making me very aroused. In fact, my cock head emitted a couple of drops of pre-cum.
I was just going with the feeling of my math teacher's stimulation, closing my eyes and letting the feeling wash over me. Oh God, Mr. Teach, you're getting me closer, and closer, and ….
He suddenly removed his hand right when he got me to the point of no return.
What?
With now no help, my cock had to finish its orgasm on its own, no stimulation, no hand against which it could throb and push the semen out. My cock spit its first small spurt out, I could feel my genitals struggle to launch the fluid it so desperately needed to release, but the pleasurable sensation of the orgasm just wasn't there. My cock throbbed a few times without enjoyment, and managed to ooze out three or four small dribbles, that flowed out. Instead of having a balls-emptying ejaculation, I had only released way less than half my usual quota. Damn, that felt frustrating!
"How did that feel, Brian?" the Math Teacher asked.
"Not too good."
In fact, disappointing would be an understatement. I just had the release without the enjoyment, and with my wounded cock already softening, I knew I couldn't get back to stimulating myself (or the teacher stimulating me) to orgasm, until my refractory period had passed. My balls still felt full, and in fact ached like I had blue balls, but my cock was helpless to deliver their load.
"Now, Brian just experienced a ruined orgasm, I got him to cum, but he got no pleasure in it. Guys get very upset when that happens. But believe it or not, some people want to experience it as a fetish."
"Who the hell would want to do that?" Matt asked.
The bell rang.
"Time for class. Brian, pull up you pants and let's go. I need you to assist me in the next class."
I pulled up my pants, covering up my defeated penis. I noted the first spurt on the floor in front of me, looking like a single raindrop. The quantity of semen on my cock wasn't that much, so I stuffed my soft penis into my underwear without bothering to wipe it off. I took my seat in back of the class, to grade papers, and later to help the students with their problems after the teacher gave his lecture. I watched him, feeling mad and confused at what he just did to me. But I also noted how good he looked up there. And somehow, I strangely felt more attracted to him, like he exerted power over me. He seemed stronger, I felt weaker.
As a teaching assistant I frequently spent time in the math teachers' offices. I was frequently around the teacher I worked for, the other math teachers, and two other 18 year old student teaching assistants. One was Matt, a boy with unruly hair matted like a shag carpet from the 70s, and the other was Percy, a scrawny kid.
Anyway, one day while the three of us hung around the math teacher offices, Matt brought up that he had found porn sites that deal with ruined orgasms.
"Can you imagine a chick doing you, and then she stops right when you reach orgasm? That would suck!"
Being naive and sexually inexperienced, I said, "What's wrong with that? I thought the idea of sex was to bring you to orgasm."
"The point of sex is to stimulate you THROUGH your orgasm, not to stop when it starts," Matt answered me in an exasperated tone. "If the chick stops at the beginning of your orgasm it doesn't feel good."
Overhearing the discussion, the math teacher came up to us.
"I can show you what a ruined orgasm is," he said.
To my surprise, my math teacher unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock and balls out! He quickly got me hard, and started fondling me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, for here was my crush doing a sex act on me. He was jacking me off, and damn, it felt good!
"Now we're making Brian feel good, stimulating him like a regular jack off. The object is to get him up to the point of orgasm, like in regular sex."
The math teacher jerked on me fast, bringing me close to orgasm, and then slowed down again. He did this for a few minutes, stretching out the session, and making me very aroused. In fact, my cock head emitted a couple of drops of pre-cum.
I was just going with the feeling of my math teacher's stimulation, closing my eyes and letting the feeling wash over me. Oh God, Mr. Teach, you're getting me closer, and closer, and ….
He suddenly removed his hand right when he got me to the point of no return.
What?
With now no help, my cock had to finish its orgasm on its own, no stimulation, no hand against which it could throb and push the semen out. My cock spit its first small spurt out, I could feel my genitals struggle to launch the fluid it so desperately needed to release, but the pleasurable sensation of the orgasm just wasn't there. My cock throbbed a few times without enjoyment, and managed to ooze out three or four small dribbles, that flowed out. Instead of having a balls-emptying ejaculation, I had only released way less than half my usual quota. Damn, that felt frustrating!
"How did that feel, Brian?" the Math Teacher asked.
"Not too good."
In fact, disappointing would be an understatement. I just had the release without the enjoyment, and with my wounded cock already softening, I knew I couldn't get back to stimulating myself (or the teacher stimulating me) to orgasm, until my refractory period had passed. My balls still felt full, and in fact ached like I had blue balls, but my cock was helpless to deliver their load.
"Now, Brian just experienced a ruined orgasm, I got him to cum, but he got no pleasure in it. Guys get very upset when that happens. But believe it or not, some people want to experience it as a fetish."
"Who the hell would want to do that?" Matt asked.
The bell rang.
"Time for class. Brian, pull up you pants and let's go. I need you to assist me in the next class."
I pulled up my pants, covering up my defeated penis. I noted the first spurt on the floor in front of me, looking like a single raindrop. The quantity of semen on my cock wasn't that much, so I stuffed my soft penis into my underwear without bothering to wipe it off. I took my seat in back of the class, to grade papers, and later to help the students with their problems after the teacher gave his lecture. I watched him, feeling mad and confused at what he just did to me. But I also noted how good he looked up there. And somehow, I strangely felt more attracted to him, like he exerted power over me. He seemed stronger, I felt weaker.
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