Is anyone obsessed with just letting your cum fly anywhere?
I see lots of vid posts where guys cum on the rug ,their sheets and comforters, sofas and computer chairs an dno to mention underwear.
I am obsessed with this after seeing a young guy I took in as a border doing the same thing. Even on the coffee table! He just lets it shoot anywhere. I think its really hot and have been doing the same thing.
I know some will think its gross but please don't respond.
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I love it, but due to getting on in years and pills I'm taking for an enlarged prostate means I don't produce much. Perhaps that's why I love my spunk so much as there are times when I don't get to see a lot.
Lay off the tablets for a day or two and then I can get the warm trickle. When that happens it's great just to let it go, no wasting it inside a tissue for me. I like to let it run down the shaft round the balls, or onto the belly if I'm on my back. Then savour the smell of newly produced jizz.
Other times I let it land onto a tee-shirt (preferably a dark coloured one) or I cum in my underwear, then let it run down my thigh through the gap in the elastic. Just talking about lashings of cum is making me hard, but sadly I took my pill today.
Lay off the tablets for a day or two and then I can get the warm trickle. When that happens it's great just to let it go, no wasting it inside a tissue for me. I like to let it run down the shaft round the balls, or onto the belly if I'm on my back. Then savour the smell of newly produced jizz.
Other times I let it land onto a tee-shirt (preferably a dark coloured one) or I cum in my underwear, then let it run down my thigh through the gap in the elastic. Just talking about lashings of cum is making me hard, but sadly I took my pill today.
If God created anything better than wanking - he kept it to himself.
Nothing like a warm day out in the woods taking potshots at the bushes. Watching cum run down the edge of a boulder or drio down the trunk of a ponderosa pine is good. Creating thick white puddles on an anthill or watching globs float down a creek has an appeal of its own.
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mmmmmmm, I love cumming outdoors too. My biggest joy is masturbating in the nude in the mountains and shooting fresh jizz all over - anywhere I think it will be good for the environment LOL. It's been several years tho.
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I get what you are saying... cleaning up cum is not only a hassle but also feels like its something dirty instead of just leaving it where it lands with no shame. I sometimes do this too, but mostly I just eat it.
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there is something hot about that freedom to cum anywhere you please, just dropping that load and letting it fly wherever with no cares and leaving it there, a proud sign of a great stroking session
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when I cum I let cum/ precum fly all over the place, because I am so in to it I don't care
I love letting my cum fly. It's fun to watch and making a huge, cummy mess is part of the fun. I've always let it fly and made many great messes over the years.
yeah, I totally get it...letting it fly and seeing how large a mess you can make is hot. I jizz on the floor by my computer (where I do most of my jacking) and love video booths for this reason: you see loads shot all over, and you can do the same.
I always let it fly when I cum. I work outside and by myself so love cumming outside in the open. To me there is nothing better then getting lost in a good orgasm.
I ended up with a jerk off buddy that lived down the street. I spent every day at his house, as both his parents worked. We started sneaking under blanket, etc, but he got sick of haveing to clean the blankets, so we just did it out in the open.
He would almost always cum first, pouring out his dick down his hand/shaft. I on the other hand, aimed for the tv, in the living room we were in, and was only 5 feet short, but soaked the carpet in front of me, the coffee table, and the carpet past the coffee table. My friend was amazed and was laughing at me. He wanted to see it again, so after watching another 30 minutes of the soft porn show we had on tape, I got hard again, and shot my cum on the coffee table again. This time we noticed i got the tv guide, and all the other things on the table soaked. He paniced a little and ran to get towels to clean up. I scooted up and let the rest of my cum fall into the carpet so it didn't get on the couch. He left to clean himself up, and I just wiped my cum around with the towel so it wasn't obvious and rubbed my cum into the carpet.
After a week of this, he found my cum stains on his carpet, tables, etc, and restricted us to his room. after shooting my cum on him when he sat too close in front of me, he made me cover up with tissues when I came. Since he came first usually, when he'd leave to go clean up, I'd cum then and let my cum fly. Over that summer I must have covered every wall and object in his room with my cum. Since he was a slob, if my cum was too obvious I'd use one of his dirty clothes to wipe if off.
At the end of the summer, we got daring and dared each other to jerk off and cum in public places. We'd jerk in parking lots or even car dealerships, since we lived near 3 of them, and shoot our cum all over the cars. We dared each other to cum in a late night supermarket. I came on produe, and he fucked a loaf of bread. the bread looked fun so I did that too, popping a hold in the plastic and sticking dick into slices.
Like many here we did the usual cumming on busses, malls, changing rooms and bathrooms. Once school started, since we ran in different crowds, we drifted apart. I had a lust for this jerk off excitement, and continued myself. I still jerk off all over today, though I only cum about half the distance I could get back then.
Mostly recently I did something very daring. I would next to a car facing the way people would come from and jerk off with one hand while holding phone up to my ear with other. I try to time it so I blast my cum against the side of someone's car as a hot girl walks by. they don't give me a second glance when they see the phone. Not sure I'm brave enough to do something crazy like stand on a car hood and cum on the windshield, like my friend dared me to do those years ago.
He would almost always cum first, pouring out his dick down his hand/shaft. I on the other hand, aimed for the tv, in the living room we were in, and was only 5 feet short, but soaked the carpet in front of me, the coffee table, and the carpet past the coffee table. My friend was amazed and was laughing at me. He wanted to see it again, so after watching another 30 minutes of the soft porn show we had on tape, I got hard again, and shot my cum on the coffee table again. This time we noticed i got the tv guide, and all the other things on the table soaked. He paniced a little and ran to get towels to clean up. I scooted up and let the rest of my cum fall into the carpet so it didn't get on the couch. He left to clean himself up, and I just wiped my cum around with the towel so it wasn't obvious and rubbed my cum into the carpet.
After a week of this, he found my cum stains on his carpet, tables, etc, and restricted us to his room. after shooting my cum on him when he sat too close in front of me, he made me cover up with tissues when I came. Since he came first usually, when he'd leave to go clean up, I'd cum then and let my cum fly. Over that summer I must have covered every wall and object in his room with my cum. Since he was a slob, if my cum was too obvious I'd use one of his dirty clothes to wipe if off.
At the end of the summer, we got daring and dared each other to jerk off and cum in public places. We'd jerk in parking lots or even car dealerships, since we lived near 3 of them, and shoot our cum all over the cars. We dared each other to cum in a late night supermarket. I came on produe, and he fucked a loaf of bread. the bread looked fun so I did that too, popping a hold in the plastic and sticking dick into slices.
Like many here we did the usual cumming on busses, malls, changing rooms and bathrooms. Once school started, since we ran in different crowds, we drifted apart. I had a lust for this jerk off excitement, and continued myself. I still jerk off all over today, though I only cum about half the distance I could get back then.
Mostly recently I did something very daring. I would next to a car facing the way people would come from and jerk off with one hand while holding phone up to my ear with other. I try to time it so I blast my cum against the side of someone's car as a hot girl walks by. they don't give me a second glance when they see the phone. Not sure I'm brave enough to do something crazy like stand on a car hood and cum on the windshield, like my friend dared me to do those years ago.
When I first got into extended edge sessions, at age 31, I lived alone in a large old rented house. The TV room was perfect as my masturbatorium, as it had a comfy chair that allowed me to spread my legs wide; a sofa if i wanted to stretch out; and a fairly large TV, with both VHS and DVD capability. It also had a phone that was perfect for phone bone sessions. One guy in particular really helped me get into edging. He said his name was Steve, and that he lived in RI. Steve was 26 and straight, but a chronic, addicted masturbator, and he lived to edge for hours and hours. When, after 3 hrs, my balls were begging for release, Steve helped me to focus on my cock, on the pleasure of edging, and how it only got better the longer we bated. I think we must have talked about 3 or 4 days a week, over a period of about 5 yrs. Soon, I was bating 5, 6, 7 hours or more.
The orgasms were incredible. Sitting in the chair, I routinely blasted my cum over my head, and all over the wall behind me. Once, when an edge addict in the area came over to finish me off, I shot onto the ceiling above me. Another thing I liked doing was laying down in the sofa, bating for hours, and then rolling onto my side when I felt my load about to erupt. The fire place was about 5 feet away from me, and I would routinely spurt into it (I loved hearing my jets splat onto the tiled fire place floor. I also spurted all over the Persian carpet. I don't think I ever cleaned any of it up.
The orgasms were incredible. Sitting in the chair, I routinely blasted my cum over my head, and all over the wall behind me. Once, when an edge addict in the area came over to finish me off, I shot onto the ceiling above me. Another thing I liked doing was laying down in the sofa, bating for hours, and then rolling onto my side when I felt my load about to erupt. The fire place was about 5 feet away from me, and I would routinely spurt into it (I loved hearing my jets splat onto the tiled fire place floor. I also spurted all over the Persian carpet. I don't think I ever cleaned any of it up.
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longedge said:
When I first got into extended edge sessions, at age 31, I lived alone in a large old rented house. The TV room was perfect as my masturbatorium, as it had a comfy chair that allowed me to spread my legs wide; a sofa if i wanted to stretch out; and a fairly large TV, with both VHS and DVD capability. It also had a phone that was perfect for phone bone sessions. One guy in particular really helped me get into edging. He said his name was Steve, and that he lived in RI. Steve was 26 and straight, but a chronic, addicted masturbator, and he lived to edge for hours and hours. When, after 3 hrs, my balls were begging for release, Steve helped me to focus on my cock, on the pleasure of edging, and how it only got better the longer we bated. I think we must have talked about 3 or 4 days a week, over a period of about 5 yrs. Soon, I was bating 5, 6, 7 hours or more.
The orgasms were incredible. Sitting in the chair, I routinely blasted my cum over my head, and all over the wall behind me. Once, when an edge addict in the area came over to finish me off, I shot onto the ceiling above me. Another thing I liked doing was laying down in the sofa, bating for hours, and then rolling onto my side when I felt my load about to erupt. The fire place was about 5 feet away from me, and I would routinely spurt into it (I loved hearing my jets splat onto the tiled fire place floor. I also spurted all over the Persian carpet. I don't think I ever cleaned any of it up.
When I first got into extended edge sessions, at age 31, I lived alone in a large old rented house. The TV room was perfect as my masturbatorium, as it had a comfy chair that allowed me to spread my legs wide; a sofa if i wanted to stretch out; and a fairly large TV, with both VHS and DVD capability. It also had a phone that was perfect for phone bone sessions. One guy in particular really helped me get into edging. He said his name was Steve, and that he lived in RI. Steve was 26 and straight, but a chronic, addicted masturbator, and he lived to edge for hours and hours. When, after 3 hrs, my balls were begging for release, Steve helped me to focus on my cock, on the pleasure of edging, and how it only got better the longer we bated. I think we must have talked about 3 or 4 days a week, over a period of about 5 yrs. Soon, I was bating 5, 6, 7 hours or more.
The orgasms were incredible. Sitting in the chair, I routinely blasted my cum over my head, and all over the wall behind me. Once, when an edge addict in the area came over to finish me off, I shot onto the ceiling above me. Another thing I liked doing was laying down in the sofa, bating for hours, and then rolling onto my side when I felt my load about to erupt. The fire place was about 5 feet away from me, and I would routinely spurt into it (I loved hearing my jets splat onto the tiled fire place floor. I also spurted all over the Persian carpet. I don't think I ever cleaned any of it up.
I love the thought of a masturbatorium! Would be great on property programs.
Letting spunk fly, normally all over my skirt or better still, my apron if I'm dressed as a maid.
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I agree that I like to let my cum go wherever and whenever I want. I love the feeling of doing it and of the cum stains and messes afterward, which I often don't bother to clean up.
I love to masturbate in public places, and when I was young I got into the habit of letting my cum go in my pants/underwear/trousers. I didn't mind having cum stains on my clothes, as that let other guys know what I was doing.
When I got more adventurous and unzipped, I would shoot my cum all over my clothes and leave it, or sometimes on the floor wherever I was. I often shot my cum on the floor in school, under the table in restaurants, or on the floor or back of seats in the cinema.
If I felt the need to clean up my cum off the floor, like sitting in class in school, I would use my socked feet to soak it up and just slip my feet back in my shoes with cum on my socks.
I love to masturbate in public places, and when I was young I got into the habit of letting my cum go in my pants/underwear/trousers. I didn't mind having cum stains on my clothes, as that let other guys know what I was doing.
When I got more adventurous and unzipped, I would shoot my cum all over my clothes and leave it, or sometimes on the floor wherever I was. I often shot my cum on the floor in school, under the table in restaurants, or on the floor or back of seats in the cinema.
If I felt the need to clean up my cum off the floor, like sitting in class in school, I would use my socked feet to soak it up and just slip my feet back in my shoes with cum on my socks.
I liked finishing off in my shower because of the sound my ropes would make hitting the floor. Easy clean up too.
With my computer, I put a towel on the floor next to me and throw ropes there.
With my computer, I put a towel on the floor next to me and throw ropes there.
Two things I like hot and fresh in the morning; coffee and porn
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