Once myself and the rest of the fellas started ejaculating for real, this question got asked a lot; if the answer was yes, there was often great joy, for lack of a better word at the moment, to know that you got the mysterious and dreaded (to girls) baby-making stuff shot into you. It was… satisfying for a guy to put it in you and shoot and as compared to how some guys reacted to getting a mouthful of the stuff and, I think, more so when in those early moments of being able to do it, there was a lot of it and usually thick and whey-like. I also thought that some guys liked it better to have all that stuff shot into their butt because they didn’t have to taste it or otherwise deal with the consistency of it.
If the answer was no or not yet, there was much… angst and along the lines of, “What are you waiting for?” along with suggestions to hurry up and do it and now would be a good time. For myself and many of the other guys, if you stuck it in and didn’t shoot the stuff in, well, being pissed about it kinda covers it for the most part; I know that any time a guy didn’t do it, it was like we went through all of that for nothing and, indeed, took the fun out of being screwed. There were allowances made for those moments when time was of the essence or there was a greater risk of getting caught doing it but I think a lot of us who enjoyed being screwed quickly became of a mind that if there was no time to do it and get the stuff shot in, there was no point in doing it; it was easier to suck each other until we shot and call it a day.
It was often funny to hear girls ask this question and probably because they couldn’t feel our pricks convulsing inside of them and wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on with us as we shot our stuff but they, too, would get some kind of bent out of shape if you didn’t shoot it in them and even more pissed if, somehow, you didn’t get it in them but got it all over them. Methinks because, in those early days, we could develop a bit of a hair trigger, some girls would let us know that we’d better not shoot the stuff before we stuck it in; you knew that if that happened, every girl in the area would find out about it in a hurry; not only would they talk about you in some unkind ways, it very much lessened your chance to do it to the other girls.
The fellas weren’t that much different in this regard and a kind of “prejudice” started making the rounds against those guys who weren’t shooting the stuff yet; “once upon a time,” it was da shit to be able to do it repeatedly and only get that “good feeling” for a moment but for reasons I didn’t understand, it was so much better to do it with a guy who was shooting the stuff and more so when he stuck it in your butt and shot his stuff in there. Messy as all get out but that was a “problem” to be dealt with after the fact because getting screwed and getting the stuff shot into you was, again, so satisfying and you felt… complete. Among us horny-assed kids, the consensus was that if the sex didn’t end with stuff being shot in, well, why did we bother about doing it at all?
And if you didn’t or couldn’t do it, what was wrong with you since so many of us were doing it with great glee to be able to make all of that stuff come out, you know, after we got over the shock that it was happening to begin with. Yeah… my first time doing it was hilariously memorable but, as you might imagine, it wasn’t even funny when it happened and even I feel… silly to recall how I thought I was dying. The thing I also remember was how excited the girl was when she said that I’d done it (and said it a few times before it finally registered in my very addled brain) and when I asked, “I did what?” she pointed down to her pussy and said, “Look!” and, sure enough, there was a whole of of… stuff flowing out of her and I’m still not sure how I immediately knew that the stuff was the baby-making stuff I’d heard about. She’d gleefully asked me to do it again and I did and the second time wasn’t as terrifying as the first time was nor was the third time.
I was confused and she was deliriously happy about it. While a lot of girls were scared to death of the baby-making stuff (and for good reason) some remained scared – and highly pissed – if we shot it in them after they told us not to and others were quite happy that we did that and, um, that happiness would turn into something else if, upon request, we couldn’t do it again and right away. Amongst us guys, wow, it was the greatest thing ever discovered! I very much remember the first time I shot my stuff into another guy’s mouth (which was the very next day after discovering I could do that) and I remember the look on his face; surprised, then I’d say thoughtful in that “what is this” way, then grinning like an idiot before he, um, threw it back up. That didn’t “ruin” the moment for him and when I sucked on his dick, a few moments later, he went through the same thing I had the day before… and now we’re both grinning like idiots and couldn’t wait to let – and show – the other guys what we could now do and, much to our delight, it seemed to me that after I did it for the first time, the other guys were literally days behind me in finding out that they could shoot the stuff, too, although there were some guys who weren’t able to and wouldn’t for another couple of years.
It made sticking our dicks into each other’s butts a hell of a lot of fun. It felt weirdly good to feel the dick twitching and jerking and hearing the guy doing it making all kinds of funny noises and, yeah, looking like he was dying or something but, yeah, to be on the receiving end of the stuff, it just felt… right. Like things were made to be… complete. A guy would shoot it in, pull his dick out and it made me feel… empty while still feeling really good that he shot it in and, to me – and others – it made taking the risk of getting busted worth it… unless the guy wasn’t shooting the stuff and still just getting the twitching and jerking and just that good feeling. It made having it done to you… different. Not totally bad but not as good as getting your butt filled up with it.
We’d sit around talking about that at times. It would feel so good to feel the stuff – aka the jizz – being shot in and so good that feeling it would make some of us giggle and laugh… and I had no idea why (then or now); when I’d shoot my stuff in, if the guy or gal didn’t get a bad case of the giggles, they’d moan in a way that told you they were very happy that I shot my stuff in and a thing I could very much relate to. It just felt so good to have it shot into you and made any or all of the discomfort of getting it stuck in worth it. And, yeah, I’d be some kind of not happy if a guy didn’t/couldn’t shoot it in; getting screwed, on the whole, wasn’t that bad but to get screwed and wind up with stuff oozing out of your butt? Didn’t get much better than that and even when you might not really feel it being shot in but you knew he was doing it just the same.
Girls both liked it… and “hated” it at the same time. Things got to the point that if you weren’t shooting jizz, your chances of being able to do it to them were slim and none because they all pretty much said that if the jizz wasn’t being shot in, it didn’t feel all that good to get screwed… unless you were one of those [then] rare guys who’d lick and kiss their pussy… and for a long time, too. While it was true that some girls would egg a guy on to “do it” because she wanted him to get it over with, a lot of girls would eggs us on to do it and they’d get this look on their face as the jizz was being shot into them… and I can’t describe the look other than to use the word, “beatific.” What was funny was that I could shoot my jizz in, they’d get that look on their face and the moment I pulled it out, they’d get on my case about something or anything that, to me, defied that look and whatever it was they were feeling. They’d sometimes be very unhappy about me/us making such a mess down there but they were also happy about being messy, well, most of the time.
Girls would get that first visit from “The Cardinal” and shooting jizz in them became a very scary thing because they could now get “in trouble” – a very good reason why it was called the baby-making stuff. We’d be demanded not to shoot it in and we’d better pull it out before we did it – which, um, worked and not so much at times – but I’d notice a difference; if I pulled out before shooting, they didn’t seem to be all that “happy” as compared to when it got shot in and even when, uh-oh, I couldn’t get out in time. They’d be madder than wet hens… but some would grudgingly admit that, yeah, it made them feel really good to get creamed but you weren’t shit because you couldn’t pull it out before that happened.
Amongst us guys, yeah – if you pulled it out before you creamed us, there would be… words and the not-nice variety. The “consensus” was that if you fucked us, you had better cream us… or else. If you think that girls were able to gossip at the speed of light, we could, too, and the last thing you wanted having your reputation ruined by da fellas telling each other that you were scared to cum – and what a great word that was to learn – or that you didn’t or couldn’t. I heard stories about fights happening because the guy being fucked didn’t get creamed and while I never fought anyone over this, I very much did not like it when I’d get screwed and the guy didn’t cum inside me although, um, there was this one time when a guy pulled it out and shot it all over my cheeks and I got mad and punched him in the nose. I wasn’t feeling his explanation of wanting to see his stuff shooting out instead of creaming me because it felt as “bad” as, say, being screwed and things got interrupted and had to stop or, I guess, doubly bad to get interrupted and not get cum in your ass on top of things.
It made you feel like you went through all of that shit that led up to being screwed… for nothing.
Girls were… funny. They either wanted you to hurry up and cum… or they’d get pissed if you did it too fast or took too long to do it and if you didn’t cum in them, again, you could be assured that every girl in the area would find out about it quick, fast, and in a hurry. Most guys didn’t seem to care all that much if you came too fast – but some would pitch a bitch about that – and while many were very happy if it took the other guy a lot of time before he came, many of us – including myself – weren’t all that happy to be screwed for long periods of time and being made to wait for the cum to go in. You wanted and needed him to cum because the longer it took for him to do it, the more it tended not to feel all that good – that friction thing that guys learn that women aren’t fond of at all, not to mention having some guy pounding his dick into you hard and fast and there was no cum forthcoming… but if he was “hammering” your butt and making you wish he wasn’t doing that, when he came, that made it… better and not just because he was finally done screwing you.
I was talking to my protégé about this and when he was opining about the way bottoms behave when being screwed. At the time, he wasn’t of a mind to unload in a guy’s butt and would pull out before doing it and I’d asked him if he ever paid attention to the other guy when he’d do that or, even better, did he even notice how women behaved when he’d pull out of them and cum all over them. I wasn’t surprised when he said that he never noticed it and most guys don’t but, yeah, I did because… I paid attention to such stuff for some reason I can’t begin to explain. I told him that if a bottom agreed to being screwed, he was expected and even “demanded” to cum in him and if he didn’t, yeah, no, the guy probably wasn’t gonna feel the way he expected to feel.
When he’d gotten around to being screwed – and we’d talk about how girly and bitchy it made him feel to get boned – I had asked him if he noticed how he felt when (1) the guy pulled out and shot it all over the place and (2) when he didn’t and creamed him. He actually had to think about that but I think he was “surprised” to realized that being screwed felt much better when the guy would cum in him as opposed to feeling… incomplete when a guy would pull out and hose him down. He even saw that women would behave… differently in this even if he pulled out and as she said he should. Once I got him to “pay attention” to this, he was able to better understand why bottom guys would be over the moon to get creamed… but feeling some kind of way when he didn’t cream them.
Yeah, it tends to make a guy feel girly and bitchy but not in what anyone would call a bad way because you felt even “worse” when the guy pulled out or he’d cum in a condom; there was just… something about knowing you were getting creamed that made a difference and even with women who, of course, had a good reason for not wanting to get creamed but even some of them had told me that it wasn’t the same just to feel the dick pumping away and knowing the spunk wasn’t going in them.
I could relate wholeheartedly… because I would feel the same way about it. Getting your ass filled with dick and having it wreaking havoc with your prostate was all well and good… but if the guy didn’t (or couldn’t) cum in me, well, damn. I’d feel… incomplete and I still can’t think of a word that describes that feeling any better. It’d feel good to get screwed but, eh, not really if he didn’t cum in me or if he pulled it out and shot it all over me and, yeah, I’d be pissed like you wouldn’t believe and, at first, I didn’t understand why I’d be ready to kick his ass or I’d not be all that understanding if he couldn’t bust that nut in me. I was kinda/sorta beginning to understand that there was some… psychological thing going on that said that when you get screwed, getting a nut busted in you just made getting screwed… better. More complete. Satisfying even if you didn’t quite like the way he screwed you but because he nutted in you, that “made up” for whatever you didn’t like about how he went about busting a nut in you.
And I saw that women could react in very similar ways. I’d be screwing them and looking at them seeing the various reactions that were either good or “bad” – but when I’d cum, their whole demeanor changed and, nope, can’t think of a word to describe it; some would smile and some would actually giggle in that moment and their body would be like… damned if I know but it came to me that their body liked it even if they had something to say about the sex that was good, “bad,” or even indifferent. It was… different from that, “I am so glad this is over with!” thing but, again, it was something I could totally relate to since I was now very much aware of how my body reacted – and how I’d feel – when a guy came in me and compared to when he didn’t and yeah, even when I had that “I am so glad this is over with!” thing going on in my head.
You just feel… complete and I’m not 100% sure if this is biological or psychological but it just might be both when, at least in women and way, way back when being fruitful was very important, a woman would probably feel… complete knowing that she’d been inseminated and with the hope of conceiving and that sense of completeness just “carried over” and was being felt by women who weren’t all that interested in getting pregnant but it still felt… complete to get that nut busted in them and they wouldn’t be all that happy to not get creamed. What really baked my noodle, as I did my best to research this, was that guys could feel this way and more so when I’d feel that way and knew of the many guys I busted a nut in saying pretty much the same thing:
It just feels so good and complete to have a nut busted in you… even if, after the fact, you probably could and should have found something better to do. I’d often find myself stuck on stupid when a guy would ask what it felt like to have a guy cum in you… and I couldn’t say shit about how it felt other than it felt good and made me feel complete which isn’t that good of an answer. You enjoy – or endure – having him in your ass and wailing away and you’re just waiting for that moment to feel his cock swelling… then the pumping and, yeah, if he’s wearing a condom, it just does not feel the same. I don’t know if it’s the pumping action along and what it implies that is what’s going on… or it’s just that very “weird” and complete feeling knowing that you just got inseminated and, as I thought in a moment where I was being inseminated, “He’s trying to get me pregnant…”
That was probably one of the strangest things I’ve ever had pop into my head and it bugged me for a couple of days afterward. Of course, no way I’m getting pregnant but it was about how feeling him cumming in me made me feel in that moment and, again, other than that silly thought, I felt… complete. It felt indescribable to feel his cock pumping like crazy inside of me, well, until that thought popped into my head but, yeah, it felt really good and when he pulled out, there was that sense of emptiness that I’d only feel when a guy came inside me… and I knew a lot of guys who’d say similar things and, yep, not feeling all that “happy” if he pulled out or shot his load into a condom.
Weird, huh? Even going back in the day, “Did you do it?” carried much importance and if you said that you didn’t, well, it sucked to be you and the only thing that would save you from a lot of unwanted ridicule was that you hadn’t done it – yet and if that was the case, you’d better hurry the fuck up and do it and not just because you wanted it over and done with but because it just didn’t make you feel good if it wasn’t done or, yeah, completed. Girls felt that way about it and us guys did, too, it seemed. It could be summed up as a “total waste of time and energy” to be fucked and not get creamed and as expected and, perhaps, needed in a way that probably can’t easily be put into words. Like I said, getting interrupted was a forgivable “offense” but to not shoot your stuff in? You’d not be forgiven for that unless, of course, you were a girl and rightfully afraid to wind up in trouble but even they’d say that it just didn’t feel the same as when someone “screwed up” and shot it in them. They’d be pissed but would admit that it felt good to them at the same time… and you’d better not do that again when you were told not to.
It wasn’t quite the same thing when sucking a guy off but it very much sucked – and never in a good way – to spend all that time sucking his dick and he didn’t or couldn’t cum… in your mouth. If he did it any other way – and other than sticking it in and cumming – well, shit – where’s the fun in that and even if one hadn’t really acquired the taste; you could be more pissed about him not shooting it in your mouth than you would if he did because if he didn’t, you just felt… incomplete. Not as satisfied if he did and, again, that sense of complete satisfaction seemed to be in place even if his stuff tasted nasty and you wound up spitting it out. I’d be the first to admit that feeling his prick swell – then feeling it pumping away in mouth – felt incredibly good… even if/when I had it my mind that I’d be more than happy when he’d stop fucking around and bust that nut… and I’d hate to be you if you snatched the dick out of my mouth and shot your load. I still get pissed about that, by the way, even when I understand why it pisses me off and that’s because it makes me feel… incomplete and like I did all that work to get him to cum… only to have him not finish the way he was supposed to and how I wanted and needed him to.
Us guys talk about the reward we get for sucking a guy’s dick and I understand the sentiment given how labor-intensive it can be to suck dick… but I also think there’s even a bigger reward other than (1) the satisfaction of getting him off and (2) getting a mouthful of spunk because there is that warm and fuzzy feeling of… completeness that just isn’t there if his cum ain’t going in you somewhere.
I’d like to now thank porngirl for the inspiration for this one because we were having a conversation about this very thing and why it feels so good to get a nut busted in you and why it doesn’t feel all that good when that doesn’t happen. I’m still sure that I’ve not done a good job of putting it into words but I, as always, remain the bi guy who does know what this feels like and I’m doing my best to put it out there. I probably wouldn’t have been made aware of any of this if it hadn’t been for the guys and gals who’d ask me, “Did you do it?” and the “it” was cumming in them and that sense of importance that came with knowing that, yes, I most certainly did do it and the difference I’d see when I’d say, “No, not yet!” and that was either a good thing… or it wasn’t. If you were “late” doing it, okay but if you didn’t do it at all, you just weren’t looked upon with great favor because you just didn’t feel… complete if it didn’t happen at all or the guy shot it anywhere other than in you and, again, girls would be glad that you didn’t… and not so much.
Because there’s just… something about it that makes you feel good and complete.