u/Cole_Townsend

Surprise piss play while edging

I am a disabled guy in his 40's. For over a year now, I have been having an embarrassing problem. Whenever I edge for more than thirty minutes, and as my shaft pulsates as if to spurt forth a load of precum, a stream of urine suddenly shoots out of my erect penis. This sometimes happens after I've been spurting out loads of precum, and sometimes before doing so.

I was not into piss play before this started happening, but I now know the appeal it can have. It doesn't really disgust me because I only drink water nowadays, but it is distracting. I've had to cut edge sessions some hours short because I would not want to deal with the huge mess. I make sure my bladder is empty before edging, and still I am dealing with jet streams of clean piss. I really do not wish to return to the days of quick wanks and instant loads.

Before consulting a physician, I'd like to know what the fine gentlemen of this subreddit have to opine. Thank you very much for your attention.

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u/Cole_Townsend — 1 day ago

🚨 TINFOIL HAT ALERT!

There has been a concerted effort to make more men choose boxer briefs over any other underwear because Big Underwear is run by individuals who fetishize friction alopecia on men's upper thighs. The relatively hairless, smoother and slightly more untanned upper thighs are marks of their dominance over civilization. This randy cabal rejoices in seeing so many men falling in line with their designs.

Don't fall for it! Choose briefs, jocks, thongs, or just eschew underwear altogether if health, weather and propriety permit it. Don't let our upper thighs be deforestated by Big Underwear!

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u/Cole_Townsend — 9 days ago

... was what a professor's aide blurted out when she read this poem. "Oh, I'm sorry, I mean no disrespect," she continued as if suddenly realizing what she had just said outloud, "but this could've been written in the nineteenth century." At the time, being a closeted teenager at university, I was embarrassed and angry but I eventually saw the truth of her reaction. I was madly in love with a woman, a fellow student, but I now know I may have only been fooling myself. This poem was written while I was in the middle of the process of being in love with an impossibility. I did commit the stupidity of telling her my feelings, which quickly ended our friendship: a wise choice, ultimately.

Even though now I find this ineffably cringy, I am posting this poem as penance, I guess. As you may discern, I was steeped the religious culture that compelled me to remain in the closet until a mental collapse persuaded me otherwise. I don't write like this anymore, or much at all to be frank. This was a relic of my past and it's a vestige of the young man I was and who thankfully I will never have to be again.

Alex, wherever you are, I really did love you, in a way. You were the only woman who possessed my heart, however briefly. You did not make me gay: I already was that way; and that's okay. I hope you're also okay.

u/Cole_Townsend — 16 days ago