I agree with others that ejaculating is a defining characteristic of mature masculinity so seeing mine spurting out is something I feel good about. I am not into eating it but I usually lay on my back and let it shoot onto my chest/belly and while this started as an easy way to be able to let the orgasm happen without being distracted by the need to aim, something which I still think is an advanage for the best orgasm, I also discovered it feels warm landing on my skin and I like that feeling.

I agree with others that ejaculating is a defining characteristic of mature masculinity so seeing mine spurting out is something I feel good about. I am not into eating it but I usually lay on my back and let it shoot onto my chest/belly and while this started as an easy way to be able to let the orgasm happen without being distracted by the need to aim, something which I still think is an advanage for the best orgasm, I also discovered it feels warm landing on my skin and I like that feeling.

I had a strange thought the other day.

I remember, back in my twenties, long after I had got really comfortable with masturbation and learned to have long sessions with plenty of fantasising ending with a wondefully powerful orgasm, that sometimes I'd watch my cum spurting onto my chest and belly and wonder if, and when, my sperm would get to fulfill their real purpose. I wouldn't call it guilt, just beinga bit philosophical. I certainly didn't feel guilty and I knew the score, that if I didn't have a partner who happenned to want children at that time and happenned to be in the fertile part of her cycle with me at the time, by the time those things came around the sperm that were ready to ejaculate now would be long dead one way or another and the only decision for me to make was to enjoy the incredible pleasure shooting them out or forgo that pleasure for no real gain.

Then it happenned. I met a girl, we fell in love, had lots of sex, got married and had children. We had been thinking we have enough children now but to add to that she has been advised by her gynecologist that getting pregnant again may very well kill her so that has made the decision that our family is complete a definite.

So then I had another one of those strange philosophical moments, contemplating that means every single sperm I produce from now on will, in a bilogical sense, being going to waste. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't still enjoy cumming, I still very much enjoy it and from now on pleasure really is the only purpose of cumming. On the one hand it seems bit of a weird realisation and yet, on the other hand, strangely freeing at the same time. It means in the morning, if I am feeling horny and she has gone out, I don't have to worry about whether she will be horny come the evening saying she wants the next baby, and therefore whether I should hold off. I am free to masturbate and, if she does happen to be horny come the evening and we end up doing it, which I still really enjoy, though never take for granted, if there is less than there would have been so what?

Have other people had any similar thoughts or do I just pontificate too much?

I've hit myu chin and also had it go ovver my left shoulder. I've often had it land on my upper chest though so far only once did I have one spurt land exactly on one of my nipples. I was surprised how much more sensitive to the warmth of it my nipple was compared to the rest of my chest.

This reminds me a item on another blog I have read recently. The correspondent had complained that he was adicted to masturbating and the blog author suggested this was not the case at all but that it was a kind of procrastination, that there was something going in his life that he didn't want to face and he was using masturbation as an escape.

I am sure drinking, smoking, and taking other drugs can all be used in a similar way. I was also interested to read a study in which rats kept in a boring, unnatural and therefore possibly stressful cage would, when they had the choice of drinking coccaine-laced water or plain water, always choose the coccaine and would maintain that preference until it killed them whereas when those same rats were moved to a cage with a more stumulating, more natural environment most of themn would spontaneously give up the coccaine and revert to the plain water.

Personally, I very much enjoy orgasms, whether from sex (less common) or masturbating (more common) but before I had to give it for a medical reason which I won't go into here, except to say it wasn't anything to do with adiction or amount concerned, I did use to drink. I have never smoked,

While I misjudged the quantity occasionally, especially when I was new to it, I don't ever remember setting out to get drunk. For me a drink or two had the effect of making me more relaxed and sociable and it was in that context I drank - when I was socialising with other people.

I don't do the thing of having distinct foreplay before I grab my cock but I do take my time and often I do let my other hand roam over the rest of my body and enjoy that touch. Sometimes I cup my balls, tease my nipples, feel my pecs and rub the area between by beklly button and the base of my cock. I usually edge to delay and build up to a better orgasm.

During a session my mind may be on various things - porn, a fantasy, some erotic fiction etc. and that's an area I like to ring the changes in, but as I get closed and know that this time I'm going to let it happen the focus is then definitely back to me, to seeing my hard cock, feeling the pressure build knowing that soon I'll be seeing a fountain of cum and feeling it land on my chest and belly and, of course, enjoying the fantastic feeling of orgasm.

There is part of sex, communion with another person, that masturbation does not provide and treating yourself as "the other person" doesn't really work but it is a chance to rejoice in the pleasure your body can give, to enjoy that to the maximum, to feel good about yourself and never to see it as "second prize".

I love that smell too. I am not sure it is inate, though, possibily just conditioned because I associate that smell with being aroused and having fun.

I'm uncut but my foreskin isn't long enough to be able to do this successfully. It doesn't matter - I enjoy cumming on my chest/belly but, of course, I do wonder what it would feel like and it's nice to see someone else do it.

It was one of the sites I discovered in the early days of the WWW.

My preference is to stay in as I cum. Yes, I do like seeing my cum shoot but I can see that when I masturbate. Staying inside is satifying in a different way.

We did use pulling out as a method of birth control between our two children. We figured it may not be completely reliable but we both knew we wanted another one and were just delaying things to opimise the timing so the worst that could happen is the second one would come sooner than planned.