For the 3rd time in 2 weeks I have came handsfree in my pants. This time was with some encouragement from someone on here and it worked perfectly by focusing on the fabic of my undies rubbing against me.. I think im on the road of ruining my stamina completely. I wonder if I have already passed the turning back point? If I keep this up, which I would like to do, I cant imagine i would last anytime at all of someone actually touched my penis again.
I 22(f) and my boyfriend 23 (m) have been together for 3 years when we first started dating he had trouble lasting and would cum usually after 1 or 2 minutes i figured thats after time this would improve however it seems to have only gotten worse now at best i get one or two thrust before he starts to cum and thats if he even makes it in me.
I was wondering if there is anything i can do to improve his stamina as im starting to get really frustrated he has not made me cum once in this entire relationship and yet brags to his friends about out amazing sex life.
I also have many stories about him to share if you wish to hear those
Hola , en principio quiero presentarme, me llamo jorge y estuve ingresado 2 meses en un hospital psiquiátrico por un error de diagnóstico, los primeros días, no sentí la necesidad de masturbarme, pero al cabo de una semana, comencé a despertarme con unas terribles erecciones, que aliviaba , masturbandome en la ducha , siempre tomaba la precaución, de poner el cerrojo a la puerta del baño , solo de pensar que alguien me viera por casualidad, me moría de la vergüenza, pero , resultó que descubrí de la peor de las maneras posibles, que el seguro de la puerta del baño , no funcionaba, no fue una coincidencia el hecho de que me vieran , ya que llevaba varios días , disfrutando de mi momento íntimo durante mi ducha , pero si fue una coincidencia, el momento en el que sucedió, ese día , como los anteriores, estaba disfrutando de mi paja mañanera , muy cerca del orgasmo, cuando, de repente, la puerta del baño se abrió, y una celadora entró a tirar algo a la papelera, yo , estaba a punto de llegar al orgasmo, y no fui capaz de detenerme ni cubrirme mientras observaba como me miraba, primero a la cara , pero después bajó la vista y dibujó una preciosa sonrisa en su cara, sin decir nada , al preciso momento en que yo sentía como se me escapaba mi carga , delante de su cara , cerré los ojos mientras me corría, pero al terminar, mi placer se convirtió en vergüenza y esperé con los ojos cerrados a escuchar la puerta, durante los siguientes días , tuve la paranoia de que todas las empleadas del hospital lo sabrían , pero debo decir, que creo que lo guardó en secreto o ellas fueron discretas , pero cada vez que me cruzaba con ella por los pasillos, sentía vergüenza, y como mi cara se calentaba , ella , simplemente, me obsequiaba con su preciosa sonrisa y me saludaba como si nada hubiera pasado, era una señora de unos 45 años más o menos, rellenita , pero con un cuerpo que me resultaba atractivo, y una cara muy bonita, de hecho, tuve toda clase de fantasías con ella mientras me masturbaba por las mañanas
I’ll start by saying she was all of 5’ 1” maybe 100lbs so she had cute little hands. My cock isn’t that big(atleast not to me). I’ll get right to the point. We start by making out and that leads to more, as always. She gets undressed and then I get undressed. I’m hard already taking my clothes off and she sees my cock and goes wow that’s bigger than I expected. I’ve never heard that before so instantly my cock wanted to blow from such an amazing compliment. And what do you know as soon as she grabs it and strokes it maybe 3 times my cock is shooting a huge load onto her chest. We were both shocked. She looked like she honestly enjoyed it. It was a huge cumshot that covered her tits. I usually cum quick but I never cum quick like that from a handjob. But luckily for her my cock is a soldier and will stay hard and cum a few more times.
True Story of me a few years ago now (m26)
I was visiting a friend on a chill Thursday afternoon, both of us bored and on a whim we decided it might be fun to hit a strip club (my first time ever). We picked a random place nearby and ended up at a cheap, trashy, and mostly empty strip club.
The second we stepped inside hearing the sexy music, feeling the taboo excitement, my cock was hard before I’d even seen a single dancer, nervous arousal flooding me. After we paid and walked into the main room, it was almost empty, just a couple of girls walking around serving drinks and one on stage half naked with a couple of guys around it. Still, the raw sexual energy of the club had my blood pumping. I didn’t even find most of the girls particularly attractive, but it didn’t matter. The atmosphere alone had me throbbing in my jeans.
We sat at a table, chatting about the girls and our types, getting our drinks, and taking it in together. I was starting to calm down when my friend decided he wanted to get a private dance, so he went off to find a girl while I sat alone, nerves rising again. I was planning on just chilling, waiting for him to come back but the awkwardness hit hard. Sitting alone perving on girls felt so creepy. So I went to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping the alcohol would loosen me up.
I was halfway through it when a girl approached. Sexy tall, thicc girl, brunette hair, pretty face, and what must have been E cup tits emphasized by her tiny low cut top. My type normally being small and more petite though I still loved some tits, her body here though, in that hypersexual environment, and actually talking to me! I was captivated immediately. At first the conversation was light and casual. Where are you from? How’s your day going? I figured she was just bored because the place was so empty. I answered honestly, saying I made it clear I was just here with a friend not really interested in anything.
It was actually pleasant. I felt myself relaxing as we talked. When I finished my drink though the dynamic started to change. She started talking faster, more dominant. Before I knew it I was ordering a shot and another round for both of us. She kept me on the back foot just agreeing with everything she was saying as the conversation quickly turned more sexual. What I like about her body, what turns me on, have I ever seen big tits like hers before. All the while emphasizing those big soft tits, inviting me to stare and enjoy them. Finally she asked the trap question, "have you ever had a lap dance before?" We both knew the answer, but she was waiting for the invitation. When I said no, she was ready insisting I needed to experience it, getting up and pulling me towards the back private rooms. By that point I was fully in her rhythm, tipsy, awkwardly nervous, and so hard. I barely resisted for a moment before letting her lead me toward the private rooms.
Inside the booth I sat on the chair awkwardly even sitting on my hands as I didn't know what was allowed as she kept up the energy not giving me a moment to breath. Showing off her massive cleavage now not subtly at all she again asked if I liked her big breasts, if they would make me hard to which I enthusiastically agreed and was rewarded with her pulling her top down letting them spring free. I was stunned, for the first time in my life seeing massive tits fully exposed before me in a place I was not expecting full nudity to be allowed. She must have been enjoying how infatuated she was making me as I sat there sitting on my hands, whole body besides my cock which was continuing to throb dumbly frozen because she then asked, “Want to feel them?" My hands slowly rose to enjoy those huge, soft, warm pillows as my cock continued to throb harder. My shy reserved handling not enough for her as she grabbed the back of my head and led my face down into them, smothering me between those big fat tits and locking in my new big tit fetish forever.
Then the song ended, new song starting signifying the start of my dance. She told me to sit back and enjoy as she stood up and started dancing. I tried deep breathing to calm my throbbing cock back down some as she turned around finally hiding those triggering tits from me only to be replaced with her sexy hips and fat ass as she started dancing. Now moving to the music I was again entranced by her body. So turned on as she moved so sexy, rolling her hips, bending over letting her tiny skirt ride up and giving a full view of her fat ass shaped so sexy by her tiny thong. All the while she kept talking, sexy, playful, and teasing. Most of it blurred together as the music, her sexy body, her voice, the alcohol, and my pounding heartbeat made my head light.
After about a minute she again went further than I thought was allowed. After shaking those hips right in front of my face she sat down instead of standing back up. Her big, soft ass settled onto my lap with my now surprised hard cock now leaking as it felt these heavy pillows envelope it through my pants. I instantly was panicking now feeling very real worry of this being too much as this pleasure felt so good. My light pushes trying to get her off me and escape this pleasure were ignored as she dominantly began grinding up and down the length of my hard cock trapped in my pants. She moaned softly saying things like, "You like this don't you", "We can keep going for as many songs as you want" and "Fuck you feel so good under me"
She could clearly feel how hard I was, but she had no idea how close I already was. I was fighting with everything I had not to cum, trying to ease the pressure by shifting my hips, but she was relentless. Expertly working her ass against me, keeping the friction perfect and constant. Then she said it,
“It’s almost like we’re fucking.”
That was it. My brain short circuited. I tried again to push her away hoping I could still save it but it was useless as she came back from my weak push with one last grind down my helpless cock. I came hard, thick, messy spurts flooding the inside of my pants. The first song not even close to ending as her nervous client paints the inside of his pants with cum after maybe 30 seconds of grinding. She definitely wasn't expecting it as she kept grinding for a second longer even as I again tried to push her off.
Then she realized and the mood flipped instantly. The sexy tease vanished. She was suddenly pissed, calling me a dirty fucking pervert for cumming in my pants during her dance. I sat there ashamed and still half-hard, soaked and stunned, with no idea what to do. I pulled out money to pay for the dance. She looked at it and shook her head. She told me it wasn't enough, that I need to pay extra for being a dirty pervert and cumming is not allowed.
She marched me straight through the club to the ATM, made me withdraw another hundred as a fee, then left me standing there in my cum soaked pants. I walked back to the table, my friend was already there though looking questioning at me over what just happened. Feeling another wave of horniness from my eager cock I answered honestly feeling a wave of horny humiliation from telling my friend that I came halfway through my first lapdance and had to pay extra for it.
I’ve been somewhat into this fetish for a long time, but have absolutely never told anyone. What I’ve found is that my stamina when with a partner actually seems somewhat independent from my stamina when masturbating- when masturbating alone, if I intentionally try to go fast I can consistently go from soft to cumming within 60 seconds. It’s a bit slower with one finger, but I can get there. My stamina with a partner isn’t stellar, but is usually about 10 minutes. With position switches, servicing and fingering, it’s easy enough to go over an hour without partners really realizing there are any stamina issues.
I haven’t actually tried to ruin my stamina with a partner because my current partner really enjoys sex, but due to a medical situation we haven’t been able to do intercourse for quite a while. We finally had a night off last night, but were interrupted after she got off, so I was left hanging again.
The next morning, I’m awake, pent up, and in a very subby mood. She looked at me and asked me, “okay, how would you like to be taken care of today?”. Without thinking about it, I immediately responded with something I’ve never had the courage to before.
“Can you try your best to make me cum as fast as possible and I’ll try to hold back?”
She laughed, said that was fine, then went to town with hands and tongue. She knows me well- just the right pressure and speed to get me there quickly. Way, way too quickly. It was like I was doing it myself, but better, and it blurred that sensation line between normal masturbation and sex.
Within literally 15 seconds of starting I started whimpering “oh no, I can’t…” and immediately started to cum on her fingers. She was so shocked, she stopped stimulation and gave me a ruined orgasm to boot (which she knows I like, but it was definitely not intentional this time). She just watched it dribble out, then looked at me. “I thought you were going to hold back? What the fuck happened? Why didn’t you say anything?”
I had no response to that, and she just kind of laughed it off as “maybe you were too pent up after last night I guess…”
That look that she gave me though as I dribbled out into her hands. The mixture of shock, pity, and mild derision. That’s going to stay with me. It certainly won’t help my stamina going forward as I fantasize about it.