Unexpected pleasure from nine days of abstinence

This post is a report of a sexual experiment I conducted while on a recent holiday.

I am sharing my experience because I consider it to have been a major success: a surprisingly enjoyable experience that taught me so much about controlling the joy of orgasm and finding new ways to take pleasure from sex.

I urge you to read the following and try the same experiment at least once. I guarantee you will experience something new and worthwhile.

I need to start by outlining my typical routine, which would see me cumming on most days of the week. I am a very happily married man of 64, with a healthy sex life that I am already more than content with. However, a major feature of my sexuality is the search for ever more ways to give myself gratification (not to mention my wife), while trying to eliminate all pointless shame from my sexual activities.

A typical week would feature one erotic session with my wife, in which she also orgasms (it’s all she usually needs or wants, each week). Two or three of the other days would involve solo masturbation, with the same number being sessions in which my wife would help to get me to orgasm by joining in and/or stimulating me in some way - from rimming to simply kissing my arm; from cuddling up close - to letting me wank into her mouth ahead of a cumkiss: all kinds of ways of helping me to erotic masturbatory bliss.

So, on average, a week provides me with six out of seven days that feature sexual release and pleasure, and one day without.

This day is key to the abstinence experiment because of how different cumming feels on the day AFTER there has been no masturbation. The big question was: would multiple days of abstinence produce an amplification of that effect? But first we have to consider the effect of that one day in a normal week, or - more to the point - the day after, when I return to cumming.

For a start, on the day after, there is more cum. As an older man, I do not produce as much as I once did, and neither does it spurt as far as when I was young. That is not to say that my daily orgasms are less pleasurable than they once were or the ability to send it shooting over a long distance makes much difference. There may be less of it, but there is enough, and because I have a lifetime of ambitious and adventurous pursuit of sexual pleasure behind me, this allows me to experience sex on levels I did not even suspect existed when I was a young man, all those years ago.

So those orgasms - on those days after a single (and occasionally double) day of abstinence - are key not because of cum production but because of the type of orgasm they produce, which are not just better, usually, but somehow different. Any man reading this can vouch for that, and I think we would all agree that even a one/day break can have its benefits.

But I have long wondered how it would feel to abstain from masturbation for a longer period, my curiosity being with both how I would feel during the abstinence and how much deeper the joy would be when I finally ended it.

And so we come to last month, when we were on a complex holiday that, in its later stages, made opportunities for sex limited, and although not impossible, at least awkward. These circumstances meant I realised the best thing was not to try to shoehorn sex and wanks into the schedule, but to surrender the nine days to my long-intended abstinence experiment. Basically: it was an ideal opportunity, and if I was ever going to go for it, it was now.

Ironically, the first part of the holiday had given my wife and I three days when we could indulge ourselves with some naturism and private time together that - especially in brand new surroundings - is often the trigger for some loving but kinky sex. We finished off the three days with a lovely session when the cum flowed freely, and that was the first benefit - because, knowing that I was about to embark on my experience, I made the most of it!

So I started the experiment on an even greater sexual thrill than normal, suggesting abstinence would be even more of a challenge to complete. But it didn't turn out that way.

During the nine days I would allow myself erections as they naturally occurred, but also when they were induced, including from watching porn. The fact that we were away, enjoying hot weather, during which women and fellow tourists were walking around in thin and revealing clothes, meant that there was plenty of fuel for my growing fire.

Back in bed I allowed myself to gently stroke my cock to make it or keep it hard. Plus I continued to chat with friends on here, which is another form of stimulation. But masturbation itself was banned; I would get nowhere near wanking myself to orgasm.

Helped by having busy, tiring days, with activities that occupied most of my time, the absence of orgasms before going to bed was not a major problem. Of course I would have loved a wank, but I was enjoying the experiment, too. Ordinarily, masturbation is an evening pleasure for me - generally the last thing I do before turning out the light and going to sleep, contented - so it was really only this part of the day that was affected, at least at first.

A friend on here, whom I told about my experiment, said my balls must be feeling full and heavy. But he was wrong. In fact, I noticed no physical change whatsoever - not just in the first few days, but throughout the experiment… probably.

Perhaps, later on, there may have been some change in sensitivity; my cock and balls somehow felt significantly more primed to cum - and I could convince myself of a vague tingling, but I couldn’t be sure that wasn’t just in my mind. One thing is for sure: by far the most significant difference to how I felt was in my head.

At this point I have to say I am an avid believer in that old adage that the brain is a man’s most important sex organ. The deep, new, thrilling, fulfilling and interesting sexual pleasures I have spent my life searching out have arrived in many forms, but they are often in the mind: what I call cerebral sex. They range from pride at eliminating shame from sex to that wonderful feeling that comes with having done (or even just thought about) something really dirty; and from simple anticipation of cumming to the warm feeling of having emptied yourself in the few seconds afterwards. Pure physical pleasure is obviously an element, but it's really the joy my brain gets from it that I enjoy most.

So I was delighted to find the abstinence began to produce major mental pleasures, including some that seemed new. I’m sorry to say they may be too difficult to put into words, but I will try (you will need to try it yourself before you will truly get it).

I guess the overwhelming effect is one of anticipation, but it's completely different to the short-term pleasure that you get from looking forward to sexual release when you know it will come at a pre-determined or is imminent. This time it was a vague feeling that an unusually pleasurable feeling is awaiting you at some point in the future, and although you couldn't look that far ahead, it didn't matter.

Far from feeling frustration, I felt the opposite. It was contentment, and although, at that point I couldn’t be sure that the next orgasm, when it finally arrived, would be better or different to those coming the day after a single day of abstinence, it promised it would be. But here's the thing: although I was naturally looking forward to the release, my brain was finding other things to enjoy.

And it felt as if I was heading for some deserved reward: a reward, I guess, for going through with the experiment. For the same reason, I also felt some kind of pride. It's not easy for a man to turn down a beautiful pleasure like an orgasm, and to turn down nine of them was positively heroic, or so I thought!

But better than all of this was a pleasure that came from feeling in control. I must say, here, that in no way whatsoever do I believe there is anything wrong with masturbation. I was not denying myself because I thought I needed to. It was entirely to see how the joy of regular masturbation compared with irregular masturbation. I strongly reject the notion that someone who wants (or even ‘craves’) an orgasm every day has any more issues with their life than someone who daily ‘craves’ a cup of tea; giving yourself pleasures of any magnitude can only be good if you don't literally crave it, but just pursue it avidly. I completely reject the idea that (apart from a tiny minority of special cases) many of us are ‘addicted’ to orgasms. Indeed, I am now living proof that I could reject this 'addiction' if I had to.

So when I talk about the pleasure of being in control of sexual pleasure, it’s not in terms of controlling any demons. It felt much more controlling angels.

Now, I have already said the effects are generally mental, not physical, but that may not necessarily be the case, particularly as the days went on and the feeling I am about to describe increased. What I mean is: I couldn’t tell whether it was a genuine physical reaction or if it was generated in my head. Probably it was some of both. And that feeling was…

This one is the most difficult to describe, but I guess the experience was mainly a kind of deepness. I’m not even sure that is a real word, but I seemed to feel that the physical/mental/emotional state I was in by about day five of the abstinence was dominated by the sense that whatever it was that I was experiencing, it was not just intense (and slowly increasing) but DEEP. And the powers in play were heading inwards. Part of it was obviously due to growing anticipation and the expectation of pleasurable release, but it was definitely also to do with the fact that something was brewing, it was powerful, but the energy was internal, not external. If that makes sense. I could even go so far as to say the glow that I believe you project immediately after sex, was being created before - and being retained as it spread inwards, instead of being lost, outwards.

Again: the feeling and indeed the whole nine-day experience is very difficult to put into words, but then that’s not the point of this post. The real reason for writing it is to whet your appetite and urge you to try it for yourself. Who is to say your experience will be the same as mine, anyway?

Once again: I am not suggesting abstinence as an alternative to regular or daily masturbation; there is no point in denying yourself that pleasure, but it is something worth trying - and I will definitely repeat the experiment at some stage, or adapt it, to find out what other pleasures may be within our reach.

I couldn’t finish without making some comment about the release, when the nine days were up and we returned home. Remember I started this post by saying there are two things I wanted to find out: what the process was like - which I found surprisingly pleasurable - and the release, which I expected to be glorious.

The day before the day of release, my wife and I discussed what we would do. One of the effects of the abstinence was to make me feel - and maybe even both of us - that the moment should not be wasted; it was too special. My wife didn’t actually say so, but as I listed my options, her reaction was effectively: ‘your wish is my command’ - at least in the context of what she normally allows.

Normally, that would mean something kinky, but what first came to mind - and what I actually chose, in the end - was more for sentimental reasons.

We hadn’t done it for a while, but years ago we had a go-to handjob session my wife would often oblige me when I wanted something really intense. This involves both of us lying flat on our backs on the bed. We both bend our legs until our knees are up and our feet are flat on the bed. We then move together until our bums are touching. From this position she can reach down and intensely wank my well-oiled cock. I like the fact that her hands are between her legs while she is wanking - almost as if it's her own cock that she's working on. Indeed, for extra eroticism, during the fun I refer to the fact that she's not wanking my cock, but OURS, and - in my fantasies - her own. For even greater extra effect, she also slaps my shaft from time to time.

In the end - and it can take some time - the position always produces (even if there has been no abstinence) an almost unbearably deep orgasm, preceded by a beautiful build-up of sexual energy, so it leaves me breathless for a couple of minutes. Another aspect is how pleased my wife is that she is able to make me cum in this position. In other positions it's a struggle, and I usually have to resort to finishing myself off.

After eight days of abstinence and at the height of anticipation, part of me was worried that the release could turn out to be too much, and be almost too much to bear.

Well, it was certainly intense. After cumming I was so flushed with sexual bliss that I could only really lie there, drinking in the pleasure, for two or three minutes, and never actually got to see how much cum I produced, although it felt like a lot. I asked my wife for a report and she could only smile and say it was "everywhere" and "I've got two handfuls, instead of the normal one."

Orgasms in this position are always intense, so in honesty I cannot say that when I did cum, it was any more intense than others I had experienced.

But there was one clear, undeniable benefit. In that position I can usually feel the orgasm coming - and I mean getting to the point of no return - maybe ten seconds before it arrives, but in this case it took about 30 seconds. This sensation was small at first, but grew quite rapidly, and it was this sudden escalation (but still knowing I hadn't reached the climax) that I found the most enjoyable. And it was a new sensation, which is saying something at my age.

My wife undoubtedly enjoyed it too, and made herself cum with a vibrator on her clitoris while I followed my orders in these situations, which is to lubricate her nipples with cum and then lick and suck and pull them.

It was wonderful to finally get to the end of the nine days, of course, and unload my cum, but it had been a fascinating experiment and hugely enjoyable.

Try it!