So for context, I didn't initially choose to abstain from cumming, but after the first week, I decided to actually see how long I can go on for. I don't have hyperspermia, but my body feels this confusing responsibility to produce semen as if I'm a diet change away from having hyperspermia.

I'm also very horny in general, very open, and absolutely love cumming, so it was a massive challenge to hold back for 3 weeks.

Last night, I was trying to go to bed, but couldn't. My body was desperate for something. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and every pulse of my cock sent jolts of pleasure through me. The soft fabric of my underwear teased the sensitive tip with each twitch, a great combination of torment and bliss, the pleasure turned into something that needed to be out. And soon too.

At one point, it was like my cock was trying to push the cum out itself, and that's when I got up and rushed to the bathroom. I don't think I lasted more than 7 minutes. The moment I grabbed my cock, hundreds of nerve endings were vibrating. I was really sensitive and very much ready to cum, but I also wanted to savor it. It had been a while since I had cum. Especially for my body, 3 weeks feels like 6 weeks. I was very delicate with the way I stroke myself. I wanted to really pleasure myself deeply, that meant I wanted some time with the experience. It was needed.

Something that also made the whole experience a lot nicer was being able to look at my cock again. It was a pleasant sight. It was hard and soaking in precum, which increased the sensation by quite a lot. I've also been blessed with a massive cock, so it makes imagining things a little more pleasant as others have given me enough material in words to lose myself in. There was also quite a lot of emotions. I can’t exactly break it down or really go too deep into it because it was also confusing for me, but there was this sense of happiness, also self-care and love. I really felt like I was doing something special for myself. It felt like it. Maybe it was because I was appreciating myself more? Perhaps it was whom imagined who was the mastermind behind it, or maybe I had some internal feelings within that that needed to be realized somehow.

Approaching the orgasm, it felt like the world was shaking and a small earthquake was occurring. My breathing became very heavy and untouchable with rhythm. Soon, I realized my whole body was trembling too. It felt disconnected from my body at one point. I could physically sense the cum surging through me. As it reached the tip, every pulse sent shockwaves through my body, heightening the pleasure with each spurt. The thickness and warmth were almost overwhelming—yet beautiful to witness nonetheless, the release so intense that my legs gave out beneath me.

It was truly a whole-body orgasm that left me sitting in the bathroom for several times as I was not able to get up at all! My thighs were numb and vibrating uncontrollably. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my mind was a haze, struggling to return to reality, like actually there’s a small memory gap between the orgasm and me taking a deep breath before taking in the beautiful mess I had made. The cleanup was its own challenge—thick, sticky remnants coated everything, demanding patience I didn't have. Still, the satisfaction outweighed the effort.

Now I'm thinking: could I push for four weeks next time? Though judging by how this left me, I definitely would need to hydrate and have snacks ready for when I’m done, haha. I also have to add, the orgasm was very strong and powerful, and I don’t quite fully remember all of this. This is all I could remember, and I needed to share this.