The Bad Case of Swimmer's Shrivel Balls

Talking about being horny after swimming, I had a memorable experience when I was 14. At that time I felt like I masturbated too much and was trying to discipline myself to five ejaculation a week, typically jacking off in bed just before going to sleep on school nights. I kept score. If I had an off-schedule "adventure" that resulted in shooting a load, I deprived myself of one of my bedtime wanks.

I had been swimming one day and by the time I got home and took off my wet things I was in a strangely horny condition. It was peculiar because it primarily affected my balls. My dick was quite sensitive but at that moment it was not really erect. My nuts, on the other hand, had drawn up so shriveled and so tight that my scrotum was about the size of half a rubber ball like girls use when playing jacks. My tight ballsack felt thick and unusually ribbed. 

My testicles were not only tight but also super-sensitive. I was in the bathroom, pulling off my wet suit and getting ready for a shower. Without really thinking about it, my hand went automatically to my cold, shriveled balls. I tickled them which started my dick rising.  Each time I touched my balls I felt really strange, like any second I might activate the sensations leading up to a climax.

 I sat on the commode, totally focused on my horny condition. I touched my balls again and again with the tips of my fingers, not squeezing  the organs but definitely grooving on the crazy feelings I was giving myself.

While I stimulated my balls my dick reached total hardness. For some reason I ignored my erection and continued touching my nuts, now using the finger tips of both hands to apply a gentle and repetitious sequence of squeezes and tickles to my tightly shrunken scrotum. My dick was stretching as stiff as it could.

Within a couple of minutes at most, I told myself "You're gonna cum, man!" I was mad at myself. I didn't want to cum because it would mean giving up that night's bedtime wank which was the high spot of my life. But I was sort of hypnotized into continuing the pressure of my finger tips on my balls.

So my fingers were just doing a touch-touchy-touch thing when the feelings reached their peak and I thought, "Here it comes, you dumb ass. You've wasted tonight's cumshot." 

But it was not wasted. The feelings started coming, kept coming, got deeper and deeper, headed unmistakably for the instant of blast-off. My whole body tingled with sexual anticipation. And then that momentary exquisite cramp at the base of my dick kicked in, a lot deeper than usual. It was the preface to an almighty ejaculation, which shot out with a fury in a sort of BLAM! explosion of liquid ammo.

Spew, spew, spew! It was humongous, the mother of all ejaculations. A combination of liquid ejaculate and wads of thicker bumps all shot forcefully up into the air and descended on my knees, feet and the floor.

I still remember it as one of my most major climaxes, coming from deep in my body. It sent multiple spurts of cum shooting out of my unjacked dick - which I had not even touched, much less pumped a single stroke.

I sat still for a few seconds, now thinking "Wow! I guess that was okay after all."

After I cleaned up my cum I thoroughly enjoyed a warm shower. AND, I broke my rule that night and pumped another shot out in bed, telling myself what the hell -- I'll skip one later in the week.

Whatever it is about swimming and pulling off your wet suit and getting horny, it's real.

Regi