New Year Escapade - Daddy (Part Two)

Had another window on this trip, so I took the chance to catch up with my two longtime friends - a handsome Asian daddy couple who’ve been together for years. They’re still just as attractive and charismatic as ever, aging like fine wine. I’m generally not into the whole "daddy" thing, but with them, I can’t help but feel like their "son".

I met them many years ago and have always found them attractive. They’re both handsome in their own ways - Daddy T is younger, exuding a rugged masculinity that makes him incredibly sexy, while Daddy R, slightly older and delightfully frisky, has a hairy, manly charm that’s just as irresistible. He’s also great in bed. I don’t usually seek out three-ways, but with them, the chemistry is effortless. It had been a long time since we last shared a night together, but the connection between us remained just as strong as ever.

Anyway, we met up for a nice dinner, wined and chatted the night away. Daddy T would occasionally slip his hand onto my thigh while we talked, a subtle but undeniably sexy gesture. At some point during the conversation, I found myself confessing that I missed the feeling of being in the middle of them in bed, cuddling like we did years ago. They exchanged a glance, a glint of mischief in their eyes.

But as the night wound down, Daddy T had to head home to take care of some family matters. Before leaving, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Go ahead with Daddy R if you're up to it."

We got into Daddy T's car to drop Daddy R off at his place. From the passenger seat, I nudged closer to both of them, letting my lips brush against their shoulders in teasing kisses.

Daddy R responded instantly, his playful frisky nature taking over. He took my hand, licking my fingers with a naughty glint in his eyes, while his other hand reached over my thigh, rubbing against my crotch. Meanwhile, Daddy T, ever the composed one, kept his focus on the road but couldn’t resist kissing my other hand as he drove, his touch both tender and gentle.

We arrived at Daddy R's place and stepped out of the car. I leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on Daddy T’s lips, tasting the warmth of the night on him before he smirked and drove off. The second the door closed behind us, Daddy R and I were on each other - no hesitation, no pretense.

We devoured each other’s tongues like two beasts in heat. There was no need for restraint - Daddy R’s energy was as raw and intense as ever, his hands roaming my body with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine.

Despite his years, he was as virile and insatiable as a man in his 30s: his strength, his hunger, the way he claimed me. He got on his knees, dropped my pants, and hungrily swallowed my dick into his mouth. I had been out all day before meeting them, and just as I was about to suggest a shower, he cut me off.

“No, I like it this way,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer as he breathed me in, relishing the raw, unfiltered scent of the day. There was something primal in the way he savored the moment in his hot hungry mouth.

We hopped on his freshly made, crisp bed before he hopped into the shower to get himself clean. To be honest, I hadn't fucked anyone in a while and I wasn't sure if I was able to get there. Daddy R came out of the shower like an eager child just finishing his shower before dinner time, got onto the bed, and immediately started sucking me off voraciously. 

We kissed and made out and he kept going back and forth between my mouth and dick. He had such a talented mouth, he could swallow all of my dick without gagging. It felt incredible to have him take me all the way in like that, his lips wrapped tight around me, his tongue teasing every inch.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Daddy R whimpered, his eyes locked onto me as he noticed I was hard as a rock. Seeing him like that - whimpering with need, like a restless kitten in heat - was an undeniable turn-on. The contrast between his hairy, rugged, masculine presence and his desperate, submissive plea sent a jolt of desire through me. His hairy arms, his strong frame, and that raw hunger in his eyes only amplified the intensity of the moment, making it impossible to resist.

He straddled on top of me, his ass slowly swallowing my pole. It took him a while to take all of me, but my cock stayed surprisingly hard the whole time as he grimaced in a mix of pain and pleasure.

The moment I was inside him, instinct took over. I moved with unrestrained intensity, driving into him like it was our first time all over again. He moaned and groaned beneath me, his body trembling with pleasure as he whimpered, “Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me,” his voice dripping with need. His words only fueled my desire, making me harder and wetter and making me pound his ass deeper and harder.

I gripped his hips, flipping him over effortlessly and pulling him onto all fours. He paused for a moment, taking a deep whiff of poppers, before I slid my dick back inside him. In front of us, the mirror reflected the raw, unfiltered passion unfolding - the sweat, the moans, the primal exchange of untamed lust between two virile men completely lost in the moment.

It feels like a second wind had surged through me - it had been a while since I’d done raw sex like this. My body knew exactly what to do, every movement effortless and powerful. My hard dick sliding in and out of his raw hot ass like a hot knife slicing through soft butter. There were moments when I felt myself close to cumming, but I held control, pushing forward, refusing to let the moment end too soon.

By now, Daddy R was in absolute bliss, his moans filling the room, his ass trembling in ecstasy as I slapped his hairy bubble butt as my dick plummets deep inside him. "You're so strong, Daddy... so strong," he kept murmuring, his words stirring me up as I fucked his wet ass, driving me crazy. He was lost in it - completely surrendered, his voice raw with pleasure as he begged, “Fuck me, Daddy...I'm yours, Daddy...Take me, Daddy...” I just loved the way he surrendered himself completely, yielding to pleasure without hesitation.

Moments later, Daddy R looked up at me, "Cum in my mouth, Daddy" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Obeying, I straddled him, my hard wet dick above his handsome bearded face and pulse racing as I stroked myself. His skilled fingers teased my sensitive nipples relentlessly, pushing me over the edge as I came all over his beard, the thick strands of my cum glistening like pearls.

He got up, leaned over, and pressed his lips to mine, his mouth still wet with my warm load. As we kissed, I could taste myself on his lips, the lingering essence of our intimacy. We savored the exchange, locked in a slow, sensual embrace, relishing the raw masculinity and bond we had just experienced.

New Year Escapade - MS (Part One)

Another new year, another trip home. I managed to catch up with some close friends during this trip. MS wanted me to come over because he missed "milking" me. I brought some gear to wear, and upon arrival, I had a great time playing with his cats. They're adorable.

I took a quick shower before putting on a body strap, armbands, gloves, sheer socks and a hood. I lay down on his bed.

"Would you like a blindfold?" he asked.

I nodded. It had been a while since I had let someone take control of my body and mind.

As the rubber blindfold wrapped firmly around my eyes, I lay still, my heartbeat quickening. He settled beside me, his presence warm and steady. Gently, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my left nipple, while his hand explored the other one. A soft moan escaped me - it had been a while since I had felt this kind of touch.

Each movement was slow and intentional, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns as his warmth tongue spread over me. With every stroke, every subtle shift, my senses heightened, making every touch more electrifying. The blindfold left me in darkness, amplifying every sensation, each moment pulling me deeper into the experience.

I started to drip.

"Have you ever tried a nylon body sack before?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No."

He retrieved it and held it up. It was, quite literally, a nylon sack - so small it looked no bigger than a handkerchief.

"Would it even fit me?" I asked, concerned that I might tear it apart.

"If it fits me, it’ll fit you," he reassured me with a knowing smile.

I slid my sheer-socked feet inside first, feeling the smooth fabric stretch delicately around them. Slowly, he pulled the sack up over my legs, guiding it gently over my body, inch by inch, until it reached my neck.

The material was incredibly thin, almost translucent, like a second skin. Yet, despite its sheerness, it wrapped around me snugly, embracing every contour. The sensation was electrifying - its tightness, its delicacy, the way it clung so effortlessly. A deep shiver ran through me. I was completely encased, and the feeling sent a wave of arousal through my body.

I lay on the bed again, this time wrapped like a cocoon. The snugness of the nylon held me in place, restricting my movements just enough to make every touch more intense.

He settled beside me once more, his warmth pressing against me. His tongue and hands explored my body, moving from my chest to my waist, then lower. The sheer material clung to my skin, amplifying every sensation - each flick of his tongue, each trace of his fingers sending shivers through me.

I moaned harder, my body writhing in pleasure as much as the fabric would allow. The inability to see, the gentle restraint, and the heightened sensitivity of my skin made everything feel even more electrifying. My breath hitched as his touch lingered, teasing and exploring, making me surrender completely to the moment.

Then I heard him reach for something, my ears perk up, trying to find out what it was.

Then, a sudden hum filled the air - a low, steady buzzing. It was a massager.

Before I could brace myself, he pressed it against my crotch, sending powerful vibrations through the sheer fabric. A sharp gasp escaped me as waves of stimulation surged through my body. At the same time, his mouth returned to my chest, his tongue teasing my nipple with strong, deliberate strokes.

The combination was overwhelming. The snugness of the sack, the intensity of the vibrations, the heat of his mouth - it was all too much. I writhed beneath him, moaning uncontrollably as pleasure built inside me, my body responding instinctively to his relentless touch.

I could feel myself leaking, my arousal evident, the pleasure only growing stronger with each pulse of the device and each flick of his tongue. My senses were on fire, my body utterly at his mercy, lost in the overwhelming, electrifying sensations.

"Ah, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my body trembling on the edge.

Before I could finish, he suddenly turned off the massager, pulling me back from the brink. I exhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath.

"You're not going to cum that easily," he teased with a mischievous chuckle.

The anticipation only heightened the tension. He repeated the cycle, bringing me to the edge, only to stop just before I could tip over. Each time, the frustration and pleasure built, my body growing more sensitive with every pause and restart.

Finally, after several rounds of this torturous game, he shifted his position, moving closer. He slowly unzipped his pants, took out his dick and pressed it against my lips. It was hard.

He pulled up my hood, revealing my lips, and guided my head towards his hardness. I wrapped my mouth around it, savoring the musky taste as he let out a deep moan. "Your mouth feels so good," he murmured, urging me to take him deeper and pleasure him even more intensely.

He started to thrust his dick deep inside my mouth as I continued to suck him. Being restricted in the nylon sack meant that I couldn't move much, and the idea of him violating my mouth relentlessly for his pleasure turned me on even more.

He allowed me to catch my breath after a good 10 minutes, then returned to torturing me with his tongue all over my body. He kept licking my dick against the nylon material, which added a layer of sheer pleasure. Then he switched on the massager again, placed it against my leaking cock, and moved his mouth towards my nipple, pulsing my cock with the massager while licking my nipple.

This time, the sexual pressure was building up around my crotch like a pressure cooker.

He wasn't going to turn off the massager, in fact, he turned up the strength.

"Fuck, I'm coming," I whimpered as a tsunami of pleasure washed over me.

I yelled, moaned, and whimpered so deeply that I swear the neighbor must have heard me.

Within a good 20 seconds, I was gushing warm, wet ejaculate all over my thighs, the sheer nylon sack, and the bed.

My body kept twitching in pleasure and finally settled down. I've had incredible orgasms before but this was one of the most intense in a while. MS calmed me down and allowed me to compose myself. He settled me down while he left the room to attend to his cats, and I fell asleep in his bed, feeling completely and utterly satisfied, with all my gear in tact.

Multiple Prostate Orgasms

Last night was truly something else—I'm still buzzing with excitement, replaying every detail in my mind. After coming back from dinner around 10:30pm, I figured I'd wind down, but my cravings had other plans. A hot shower later, I slipped into my snug nylon suit, gearing up for an intense edging session.

 

Since diving into semen retention, my edging sessions have gotten hotter and more frequent. Skipping the ejaculation certainly amps up the craving, making each session a heart-pounding rush. The anticipation builds, creating an almost addictive cycle of desire and fulfillment. 

 

Usually, what happens during a session is a series of waves of pleasure that come and go. I'm not hard the whole time, but damn, my body is on high alert. Taking breaks lets the intensity build, making every sensation electric when it hits.

I typically edge to porn—everyone is different in how they choose to do this, but I find stimulating visuals effective in getting me to the headspace where I want to be. It's not about just getting off quick; it's about the mental and visual combination taking me places I never knew existed. Pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Hooking up my portable drive, I queued up my top picks. Sliding in my favorite prostate toy, I let the sensation wash over me. Thirty minutes in, my prostate started buzzing, waves of sensation rippling through my whole body. Nipple play's a must—the extra jolt kicks everything up a notch. With the toy teasing my prostate, it's wave after wave of sheer bliss.

Two hours in, past midnight, and I'm thinking of calling it a night. "Just one more vid," I say to myself. These videos, some I haven't seen in ages. Then bam, a vid with fisting, fucking, and piss play. Fisting isn't usually my thing, but fuck, this one hit different—scruffy dudes, slow and sensual, fists deep. Watching that ass take it all in, I'm beyond turned on. Not sure if it's the visuals or what, but my body was was on fire.

When the top's hands slid in, my prostate began to twitch uncontrollably, sending electric pulses through my body. My cock, semi-hard, started throbbing in response to the scene unfolding before me. The toy pushed deeper, almost as if my eager ass was devouring it, increasing the pressure on my throbbing prostate. Shockwaves of pleasure surged through me, leaving me gasping, my nipples so erect they were impossible to touch without sending shivers of pleasure through my entire being. It's a sensory overload, bringing me to a state of sexual trance.

Pure ecstasy flooded through me, mind blown and utterly intoxicated. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and delirious. My nipples throbbed with sensitivity, each touch a jolt straight to my core.

It was like my prostate was being milked relentlessly, pulsating with intense, unending orgasms that drove me wild. It was a raw, untamed rush, driving me to the brink and beyond, lost in a frenzy of insatiable desire.

As the clock neared 3am, I was delirious, consumed by the intensity of the experience. I paused, gathering myself with deep breaths to regain composure. Before showering, I urgently released a full bladder, savoring the tang of sweet precum on my eager tongue before releasing a steaming rush of relief. 

Morning wood

Woke up around 7 a.m. this morning with a major erection. It was so intense that I had to navigate peeing while still erect.

Boner

I'm not sure if semen retention affects your penis, but I must admit that ever since I started on this journey, my penis seems to get fuller every time it becomes erect, not to mention the increased frequency.

Ejaculation after 21 days of Semen Retention

Last night, I continued another intense session of edging that lasted several hours before bedtime. By now, my balls felt dense and heavy, but I wanted to see how far I could push myself. As you can see from the pictures, the pre-cum flow became very heavy and continuous, dripping copiously as I edged along. 

I wrapped up around 11 p.m., took a hot shower, and headed to bed. Despite my efforts to relax, my body remained tense. My erection would diminish slightly, only to return to a semi-erect state at the slightest touch. My stomach felt weird and churning, and I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, my mind restless. My balls were incredibly full, and I had a nagging feeling that it was time to release the load. I tried to ignore the urge, but my body insisted otherwise. I didn't want to have a wet dream, which would be a real anti-climax. So, I got up around 3 a.m. and began the task of releasing my well-stocked load after 21 days.

Although I was working towards a climax this time, I didn't rush it. It took nearly an hour to work up a good load. The verdict? I'll say this: as far as ejaculation goes, it didn't feel any different from any other ejaculation. That's not to say it wasn't enjoyable, but the goal of semen retention isn't about the ejaculation—it's about the journey of constantly trying to reach the peak without allowing it to happen.

I thoroughly enjoyed and understood the whole process up to this point and grasped the principle behind why people practice this. I loved the energy and confidence it gave me throughout the process, and being sexually on edge constantly really worked in my favor. As I mentioned in my previous post, I haven't felt this sexually confident since my 30s. Now, regarding the ejaculation itself, it was intense and explosive, but within seconds, that feeling of intense sexual charge started to drop, which was almost a little disappointing.

There are different schools of thought on semen retention: some say not to ejaculate for as long as possible, while others suggest clearing the pipes once in a while. I believe that whether you want to or not, your body will find a way to release the semen one way or another. I don't have an issue with ejaculation at all—in fact, I loved it. The ejaculation was powerful and intense, with strong spurts and an abundant overflow of cum.But this journey has completely shifted my perception of semen retention and ejaculation, showing me how you can use it to your full advantage and potential. It has been a truly remarkable awareness for me.

Having said that, I'm glad I 'cleared my pipes,' and surprisingly, the dip in energy the next day hasn't really been noticeable. The sexual energy still seems to be present within me. I did, however, get a good night's sleep afterwards and felt relieved that I wasn't going to have a wet dream to ruin the whole 21-day build-up. Would I do it again? Absolutely. I'm already planning to challenge myself beyond 21 days next time.

Semen Retention Journal: The Arc of Male Sexual Pleasure (Part 2)

14 days since last ejaculation:

It's the weekend, so time to edge. Feeling a little adventurous tonight, I decided to put on a full nylon bodysuit covering me from head to toe. I wanted to try something different this time. Instead of watching porn, I chose to focus on aural stimulation. I started with ASMR, but much of the YouTube content was too mild for my taste. I needed something raunchier, something that would really get me going. After a few minutes of Googling, I stumbled upon some wild gay audio content. I auditioned a good lot of them and ended up downloading a few of my favorites.

One guy, in particular, had a deep, masculine voice that drove me to the roof of pleasure. As I teased my nipples while he talked dirty, my penis was bouncing and leaking copiously. It was an incredibly intense experience.

Interestingly enough, he talked about lust addiction. He described how he fantasized about not ejaculating, letting the lust drive him to be addicted to sex with men. It was the hottest thing I have heard in a long time. The combination of the nylon suit, the intense audio stimulation, and the concept of edging without release created an incredibly powerful and arousing experience.

I'm not entirely certain if it's the culmination of weeks of sexual edging, but tonight's prostate orgasms reached an unprecedented intensity. My body seemed to be in a state of heightened arousal, with my hole relaxing to the point where the prostate toy was moving in and out involuntarily. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, spasming and contracting with each movement of the toy.

Each movement seemed to hit the prostate wall, sending electric waves of pleasure throughout my body. It was as if I was experiencing multiple orgasms with each touch, but without ejaculation. I couldn't stop—it just felt so good that I kept going over and over again, without tire, each hit sending me over the edge of pleasure and making my penis milk like a faulty tap. I've had some amazing prostate play over the years, but nothing could have prepared me for the trance-like high I experienced tonight.

 

18 days since last ejaculation:

The sexual restlessness is really setting in now. Maybe it's because I've been edging so much without ejaculating. The pleasure feels like a drug to my senses, and I'm getting hooked. Pushing myself further and further. Tonight is no different. Another 5 hours of prostate edging, leaking a ridiculous amount of precum.

Every session brings new intensity. My body responds so quickly, my mind zeroing in on every sensation. Each movement of the prostate toy sends electric waves through me. The longer I edge, the more intense it gets. It's like the pleasure is building on itself, growing stronger with each minute.

Understanding the pleasure my body can feel drives me to reach that peak. It's addictive. The feeling of being so close to release but holding back makes everything sharper, more intense. The pleasure is almost overwhelming.

Leaking precum constantly shows just how aroused I am. My body is in a constant state of readiness, craving more. Each session leaves me feeling alive, in tune with my desires, and eager to push further. This journey isn't just about physical sensations. It's about the mental and emotional highs, the thrill of exploring new depths of pleasure.

 

Once you reach over the edge, your mind starts to react differently. It's almost like your body's pleasure starts to dictate your sexual boundaries.

After another long edging session, something unexpected happened. I found myself wanting to consume my own pee.

I had never thought about it before, but the urge was undeniable. Maybe it was the hours of edging without release, the intense buildup of sexual energy. I felt an overwhelming desire to push my boundaries even further.

My bladder was full, so I filled a glass to the brim. The sight of it, the warmth, the smell—it was all strangely arousing. I was so sexually charged, so thirsty for something new, that I drank it all. The act was incredibly intimate and erotic, adding a whole new dimension to my experience.

The combination of intense edging and fulfilling this unusual desire took my pleasure to an entirely new level. It was like a switch had flipped in my mind, opening up new avenues of sexual exploration. The boundaries of my desires were expanding, and I felt more liberated than ever.

After drinking my own pee, I decided it was time to call it a night. My body was still buzzing with the aftershocks of intense pleasure. I took a hot shower to calm myself down. The warm water helped, but I could still feel my prostate twitching, sending little spurts of electric waves through me.

It was nearly 3 a.m., and I knew I needed to get some rest. As I dried off and crawled into bed, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction. The night had been an extraordinary journey of pleasure and exploration. My mind was full of new sensations and experiences, and I drifted off to sleep, already anticipating where my next session might take me.

13 hours later that day:

13 hours later, I'm back at it again. Crazy, I know, but I can't seem to get my mind off it. Every spare moment I have, I crave more of it. It seems the more I edge, the more I crave it. I've always loved edging, but ever since I started on this semen retention journey and combined it with my love for edging, I feel like a different person.

I'm not sure if it's an addiction or just a deep curiosity to see how far I can push myself. The funny thing is, despite edging so much over the past two weeks, my mental capacity remains sharp and focused, not tired at all. It's pretty phenomenal. More importantly, I feel very much in control over my body, mind, and pleasure.

As I started another session this evening, the anticipation and buildup felt even more intense. My body quickly responded, and I was soon lost in the familiar rhythm of pleasure and control. The sensations were as powerful as ever, and I could feel my mind becoming more attuned to every little twitch and spasm.

This exploration is becoming a significant part of my life, shaping not just my sexual experiences but my overall sense of well-being. The combination of edging and semen retention is creating a powerful synergy, pushing me to new heights and helping me discover parts of myself I never knew existed. I'm not quite sure how to say this, but discovering this journey feels like a child discovering the exciting world of sex for the first time.

Semen Retention Journal: The Arc of Male Sexual Pleasure (Part 1)

I mentioned that I was going to delve deeper into my personal journey of semen retention and my sexual experimentation during this period. It's been nearly 20 days since I last ejaculated, and I've experienced numerous benefits, both physically and mentally. However, the most remarkable improvement has been in my sexual drive and libido. I may not be in my 20s anymore, but I am far from being over the hill when it comes to sex drive.

Throughout these 20 days, I've noticed a significant resurgence in my sexual energy. My libido is higher than it's been in years, and my desire for sexual exploration has intensified. Despite the passage of time, I feel as sexually vibrant and adventurous as ever. The practice of semen retention has reignited a passion within me that I thought had waned with age, proving that vitality and sexual prowess can be maintained and even enhanced through mindful practices.

I don't masturbate very frequently to begin with, but when I do, I usually take my time, edging myself for hours before finally rewarding myself with a satisfying ejaculation. However, after learning about the principles of "Semen Retention," I've found that I can enjoy edging even more without ejaculating. This practice has allowed me to experience far greater internal orgasms that seem to defy logic. Unlike ejaculatory release, internal orgasms do not require a refractory period, meaning my body can remain in a continuous state of sexual pleasure without coming down from the high. In fact, five hours of edging sometimes feels too short.

6 days since last ejaculation:

Engaged in a four-hour prostate edging session without ejaculation the night before. The body and mind start to arouse quite easily the next morning. Perhaps it's the anticipation of the journey I am about to partake in that creates a heightened sense of sexual awareness. Wore a harness and a leather penis strap underneath my clothes while working out this morning. Having the gear on amplified my arousal and made me feel strong, masculine, and powerful during my lifts. Also noticed I was leaking quite a lot of precum during the exercises. The combination of physical exertion coupled by the sexual energy contributed to an overall sense of empowerment and confidence.

9 days since last ejaculation:

Last night: Another extended prostate edging session, no release. Followed tantric exercises to ease the body and mind down before bedtime. Two consecutive sessions now. Testicles notably heavier, but no blue balls. Instead, my body felt supercharged, particularly during my workout sessions. My penis became extremely sensitive and responsive to the slightest touch, springing to life with remarkable hardness. Again dripping a copious amount of precum during workout. This constant state of sexual charge heightens mental focus and masculine confidence. 

12 days since last ejaculation:

Enjoying the newfound energy and vitality from semen retention. Hard to describe the feeling—almost like nothing can stand in your way. Not invincible, but full of self-belief, clarity, and capability. Adding kink makes the process even more intriguing and interesting. My mind brims with imagination.

Today’s adventure: Put on skin-tight, skin-colored rubber gloves and drove to work. Underneath my pants, wore nylon stockings, just for the thrill of it. Right now, my body craves any kind of fabric stimulation, and it shows in the intense reactions I'm experiencing.

Semen Retention Journal: The Journey So Far

It's been 18 days since my last ejaculation, and during this period, I've been closely observing the changes in my mind and body. Here are some notable improvements.

Mental focus and energy:

While I've always considered myself to be quite focused and driven, I've noticed a gradual decline in my energy levels and mental sharpness over the years. There have been days when I easily forget things, get distracted, and feel low on energy. However, over the past two weeks of semen retention, I've experienced a significant boost in mental focus and energy. I find myself more alert, productive, and bursting with vitality.

Increased testosterone:

As someone who considers himself a highly sexual being in his prime, I understand that the body undergoes changes as we age. However, over the past 18 days of semen retention, I've experienced a remarkable boost in testosterone levels. It's as if I've been transported back to my 30s. I've noticed the return of my morning erections, which are now harder and more gratifying than before. This surge in testosterone has also translated into my workouts at the gym, where I've been able to lift heavier weights again. It's clear evidence of improved testosterone levels and renewed vitality.

 

Increased libido and multiple orgasms without ejaculation:

Perhaps the most outstanding improvement of all, and one that deserves detailed exploration in a separate post. Edging for hours without ejaculating has elevated my sexual pleasure to unprecedented levels. My sexual energy is now off the charts—over the past 18 days, I've consistently engaged in edging sessions 5-6 times, each lasting 4-5 hours, and I simply can't get enough. The freedom from worrying about ejaculation has allowed me to explore new realms of pleasure, particularly in prostate stimulation. I've reached incredible new heights of sensation, experiencing the most intense and prolonged internal orgasms that seem to defy any notion of ending. Despite my extensive experience with prostate play, these new pleasures are unlike anything I've ever encountered before.

 

Affirmation of masculine prowess:  

 

All of the aforementioned changes have culminated in one significant outcome: reaffirming what it truly means to embody masculinity. Confidence, focus, decisiveness, and vitality are all integral aspects of masculinity. While some may underestimate the importance of a morning erection, I can attest to its significance. The visible manifestation of a healthy, rock-solid erection serves as a visual boost to a man's confidence and ego. Moreover, the high sexual libido and pent-up sexual energy are potent life forces that define masculinity. The sexual pheromones emitted from within instill a sense of confidence and allure, further solidifying one's masculine identity. It's a feeling of power and assurance unlike any other.

Semen Retention Journal: Preface

 

I've always enjoyed edging, even as a young man. Back in the day, I would save my load for 4-5 days before finally releasing it. There's something incredibly arousing and satisfying about seeing a substantial, hefty load after such anticipation.

Now, as a man in my late 40s, I don't think I've become any less sexually adventurous, although my focus has certainly evolved. In my early 30s, I bought my first prostate toy and fell in love with it. It took me a few sessions to get used to it, but once I discovered the magic of prostate pleasure, self-pleasure transformed from a goal-oriented activity into a rich, exploratory journey. Over the last 10 years, I've enjoyed edging my prostate for hours, sometimes as long as 4-5 hours. This practice not only indulges me in self-love, relaxation, and stress relief, but it also provides some of the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced as a man.

I would put on my favorite porn, don whatever gear gets me in the mood, and once ready, insert my prostate toy and fully immerse myself in the experience. My sessions typically involve a lot of nipple play, with minimal focus on my penis. However, with the combination of visual and physical stimulation, my prostate begins to emit the most electrifying sensations from within. My penis would tremble, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum in a process known as milking. Sometimes, the incredible sensations become so intense that it feels like an unending internal orgasm.

The idea of edging is perhaps somewhat of a kinky concept: denying yourself pleasure as a way of rewarding yourself later. For me, kink has always been a cerebral experience. While I certainly enjoy the visceral aspects of kink, what truly elevates my self-pleasure is understanding how to integrate the art of edging with my kink practices. This combination creates a deeper, more nuanced experience that goes beyond mere physical stimulation, engaging both mind and body in a profound way.

A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a YouTube video about "Semen Retention." Apparently, this practice has been embraced by Eastern cultures for thousands of years. I won't delve too much into the details, as there's extensive research on the subject. Essentially, it involves refraining from ejaculation, which can bring various health benefits. In the video, a sexual coach shared his experiences of engaging in prolonged, almost tantric-like sex with his partner for hours without ejaculating. I found myself deeply intrigued. The concept wasn't entirely new to me; after all, I had already been indulging in edging sessions for hours— the only difference being the decision not to ejaculate at the end. As I mentioned earlier, the idea of incorporating elements of kink into my edging sessions has always appealed to me. The thought of edging for hours without climaxing sounds incredibly arousing.

Boost Juice Guy

Ever since this young Malay chap started working at this Boost Juice outlet, I’ve been visiting him nearly after every workout. 

Always greeting me with a big smile, he is not only friendly and polite, he’s also a very hardworking worker. 

Though young, he has naturally broad shoulders and solid arms. I casually asked him if he ever worked out before, he said he used to play a lot of soccer before the pandemic and that he enjoys sports more than gym. 

This morning, I couldn’t resist taking some stealth shots of his strong manly hands while he’s preparing my drink…

Breakfast

Got up real early this morning to catch up with WH for a quick breakfast. 

Me: Hey, happy new year bro. 

WH: Happy new year to you. 

Me: How’s it going? Long time no see. 

WH: Ok lah, getting fat now. 

Me: Fat? Looks like you’ve buffed up. 

I kept staring at those thick arms and big hands. These clueless straight men are sometimes the sexiest. 

Grab Delivery Rider

Saw this Malay grab abang waiting for his food during lunch time. He was sitting directly across me. Nice stocky frame with thick legs. When he spread-opened his legs, it's as if he was inviting me to stick my face right where his crotch is.