Girl on the Net

This story could start at a number of different points. It could begin on the first of December, with me marching through a rainstorm along a muddy canal path, determined not to be late to meet the lovely man who’d promised to fill me with spunk. I could start it a bit earlier, in November, with PMs back-and-forth about sexual frustration and oceans of jizz. But really it begins on October 31st, with a message I sent to this dude which said: ‘Are you doing NNN this year?’

Backstory for those who are new here: NNN stands for ‘No Nut November’ – a month-long challenge that started on a Reddit board and grew into… well… a lot of things. I’ve been quite scathing about NNN in the past, mostly because a lot of the discussion around it storms into wank-shaming territory, and I don’t like the idea that horny people (mostly men) are being brainwashed into thinking that wanking is bad. Telling people to abstain from masturbation is – generally speaking – not a great thing to do, and I would never want to support those who make people feel shame for indulging in one of the few pleasures in life that is genuinely free and also extremely good for you.

But here’s the thing: I really really really love cum.

The idea of being gifted (yes – gifted – I chose that word very carefully) with an entire month’s worth of spunk all in one go means No Nut November could never be just a Weird Internet Thing to me, it will always also be a source of unbearable, aching horn.

Around October last year, this gentleman told me he was doing No Nut November. For personal challenge reasons rather than wanking-is-bad reasons: he reads my blog after all, so I’m pretty sure that he – like me, like so many of us – enjoys a regular hand-shandy without a hint of shame. But last year, he decided to try No Nut November.

It gave me a lot of food for thought. And a tonne of things to wank about. During 2020’s misery he would occasionally update me on how his wankstinence was going, and I thirstily hoped that at the month’s end, he might be up for coming round my place and dumping a month’s worth of spunk onto my tits. I wrote a post back then about the aching hotness of the 1st December in general, ruminating on the countless thousands of people would beat one out at the stroke of midnight and let forth an absolute torrent of hot, sticky spunk.

Unfortunately, among the many far more hideous blows dealt by the year 2020, circumstances (and lockdown tiers) conspired to ruin my cum-greedy dreams. Could 2021 do better?

You know the answer is yes, or I wouldn’t be writing a blog about it. But the scale of just how much better it was means you’re getting not one, but two posts. Strap in, subscribe for updates, you know the drill.

The end of No Nut November

We meet outside a Tesco in the rain, and I know that doesn’t sound like the most exciting start to a sex story. But it was raining, and we needed shit from Tesco: booze and snacks and trifle and all the other things that make for a great night in.

We didn’t need condoms, because both of us had been tested – all the better to feel every stroke of the fuck, as well as each and every drop of the thirty-days-worth of spunk he’d been saving for me.

– I am properly fetishising it at the moment. An entire month’s worth of cum is extremely fucking exciting.

As we walk back to his place, I’m trying not to fixate too hard on the one thing we aren’t yet mentioning: the fact that he is currently sitting on a reservoir of jizz.

– Just saw the time and the thought that 24 hours from now I’m going to be absolutely firing throbbing loads of cum in/on/around you is very exciting to me.
– Fuck yes! Me too. Am thinking very hard about getting absolutely pumped full of spunk.

I’m aware of my responsibility as a horny sex blogger – arguably the person with power in this scenario – to try and help him feel comfortable and at ease. So with frankly heroic restraint I resist blurting out ‘do your balls ache?’ as we walk back along the high street. But despite my attempts to make today seem like just a normal date, the messages we’ve sent back and forth have already done their work.

– I really badly want to be inside you.
– You have a fucking exceptional dick and I think about it a lot.

I’ve been thinking about his cock every day for the last four weeks. Tempting. Twitching. Aching to be drained of all that cum. It’s been nearly a year since I last got to sit on it. Those of you with advent calendars who are eagerly counting the days until Santa brings you a special gift might understand a little of my excitement.

– Thinking so fucking much about your dick today mate. Pin me down and fill me with cum.

As well as having a dick I obsess over he’s also, I’m afraid, an adorably introverted nerd, so I feel a bit uncomfortable objectifying him. See if you can spot the moments when I slide in details about fun stuff, jokes and messages to ensure I am writing him as the fully-rounded person he is, rather than simply a spunk-factory. I write porn, but I also write people, and all the people on these pages are real and precious: I don’t ever want to reduce them to mere fuckbots.

– I reckon you could potentially injure someone with the power of your 1st December cum shot?
– Accidentally shooting jizz at escape velocity – truly one of the more heroic ways to die.

When we got back to his, I reined in my textbook aggressive enthusiasm for the first half hour or so. Quick shower, change, have a drink, catch up. Make ever-so-slightly awkward conversation that deliberately avoids referencing the fact that he hasn’t come for well over four weeks.

Get a bit high and giggly, then even gigglier, as we play pass-the-remote on weird YouTube videos and get comfortable in each other’s company. I do my best not to think about the things we’ve planned, and bite my lip to avoid just saying ‘please may I have your cum now.’

– If I take a test would it be possible to not use a condom?
– Good question! And may I say it’s disgracefully hot that you asked.

All the while I’m thinking about it, and focusing really hard on being polite enough to not actually mention his dick. It’s his dick, and his spunk, and I’ve resolved not to pressure him, so instead I’ll try and do the one thing I very rarely manage: have patience. My mouth says ‘you’ve got a lovely place here! Really nice!’ while my brain whispers ‘fuck me. Oh God please please fill me with your cum.’

– I’m about 30% sure if I keep this going I’m in real danger of experiencing a wet dream
– that is SUPER hot. I don’t know why it is, but it really is. There’s something deeply fun about uncontrolled spaffing that is just… unngh

There’s lots of build-up I could tell you about, like the fact that he made the first move, or the fact that I felt silly when we started fucking because I didn’t take my jumper off, and once we’d got stuck in there didn’t feel like an appropriate moment in which to do it. The fact that I was so eager for his cock…

– My balls are feeling particularly tender at the moment.
– This is extremely hot.

… that I didn’t suck his dick for nearly as long as I’d hoped I could, so eager was I to just… fucking… sit on it.

When I first started sucking him off, I got to do it while he was still a bit soft – one of my favourite things – feeling him go from soft to solid in my mouth, and the head of his cock enveloped by my tongue, slowly stretching and filling and growing taut and hard till it was forced against the back of my throat.

– I have an absolutely unforgivable erection right now.

Noticing all the different stages of semi-tumescent dick until it’s so full of blood and throbbing that I start to gag on it. That alone would be treat enough, but he also added the thrill of noises and comments – ‘fuck that’s good’, ‘yes’, and ‘more’ for instance, plus all those little moans and back-of-the-throat unnghs that really give one the drive to work harder.

– If I experience cardiac arrest from the pure ecstasy of orgasm I’m giving you my PC and VR headset.
– Please do not give me an incentive to kill you with sex – I really want a VR headset.

Then I got to sit on it, and ride it, and feel the ache in my cunt soothed so beautifully by the concrete solidity of his hardon. Fuck. This is a challenge to describe, especially if you’ve never had the pleasure of someone’s dick inside you. The warmth of their flesh, and the way it stretches you out, and the way they respond to each movement with twitches and moans. All that, but dialled up to eleven, because – not sure if I’ve mentioned this? – he had not wanked for a month.

– You could aggressively wank me off.
– Do you reckon you’re gonna fail at doing the whole month? Cos if so, I’ll book train tickets sooner.

We fucked for a while like this, before I asked for a change in position because… well… there isn’t a poetic way to put this but I really like getting railed from behind. I knelt on the sofa and he stood behind me, fucking so hard that as I write this there’s still a bruise on one of my ankles where it connected awkwardly with the sofa frame. Pushing back onto him and squeezing tight around him and feeling like the cat that was about to get a whole fucking month’s worth of cream.

– I can’t tell you how much I am looking to absolutely blasting you with jizz tomorrow.
– I’m really looking forward to it, especially the first stroke where you slide your rock solid dick into me.

We pause partway through, when we both realise we really need hydration. So we break apart, and I put on my knickers, we drink water and I head to the bathroom. If you’d paused the night right here and asked me how I’d improve it, I’d tell you ‘no notes! Please continue!’ but he managed to improve it anyway, by letting me know he was so horny he’d probably be wanking when I got back from the loo.

My ‘PLEASE DO’ was not patient or coquettish, but it did the job. Besides, he may be shy but he – like me – enjoys directness when the mood takes him.

– My balls are feeling particularly tender at the moment.
– This is extremely hot.

When I got back he was gripping his cock in one hand, lubed up and shining and throbbing hard. I watched him do that for as long as I felt was polite – in reality I could watch that all day, but sometimes guys get annoyed if you promise to milk them of jizz then just stare at them wanking in a voyeuristic trance – before taking him into my mouth again.

And here, my friends, is where I’m going to end today’s post. Not because I’m edging you (though I am), or because I reckon some cum shots are totally worth the wait (though they fully are), but because this post is already far too long and I don’t want to rush through the climax.

– Is this a good time to mention the above conversation has already generated a small amount of precum?

Some orgasms are great because they come as a surprise. Others are great because the sheer, physical sensation just happens to be more intense than orgasms past. And some go beyond ‘great’ and are elevated to ‘magical’, purely by being made to wait for them.

– All hail the god of spaff.
– I shall reduce all I touch to jizz.

This guy and I, we waited for a month. You lot can wait a couple of weeks.

Part 2 – the cum shot – is live now. 

Important note: I wouldn’t share these kinds of private messages without the express consent of the person who sent them, so huge thanks to this dude for letting me give you all a glimpse into the fun/horny chats we had in the run-up to the end of No Nut November. It’s a proper privilege and I’m very grateful for it.