I’m Cumming

At Rain City Jacks, we enjoy group masturbation with a few key rules and helpful guidelines. One of them is this:

“Warn verbally before you shoot. Don’t just breathe heavily. Say it out loud with words.”

During new member orientation, I may put it this way: “In the event of an orgasm, don’t just breathe heavy. Announce it. Every man in the room instinctively takes notice when one of us orgasms. The moment any member cums, no matter who it is, every face turns in that direction or just smiles and feels good. We are all driven reflexively to share that moment. It’s tribal and powerful. It’s part of a basic, repressed humanity we share and every orgasm, whether it’s inches away or in the next room, echoes in our own bodies, urges each of us toward our own orgasms.

“It is a power of groups of men being naked and erect and openly jacking off together that every man’s pleasure is magnified by every other man’s pleasure. It’s the encapsulation of why we’re here.

“So don’t be stingy. Share your orgasms openly, fully, with abandon. Share the shuddering eruption of cum and those fleeting, ecstatic, full-being sensations openly, boldly. Share explicitly by opening your mouth and using your words. Say ‘I’m cumming’ or ‘I’m gonna cum’ or ‘here it comes’ or whatever words tumble from your mouth in the barely verbal crescendo of the moment. Allow yourself to dissolve fully into your orgasm while simultaneously melting into the excitement of your brothers all around you, witnessing and experiencing it themselves over and over and over.”

Well… what I actually say in orientation is a little shorter than that, but it’s what I mean. The power of an orgasm in the presence of others—whether with one romantic partner or with a cadre of friends or strangers—is revealed in the moment we let go fully and really share our ecstasy.

The verbalizing of this ephemeral experience does several things at once: It short-circuits any shred of residual shame. It claims the experience as one’s own, proclaiming that “it’s my turn.” It bridges the triune brain from the reptilian, through the limbic and neocortical regions and for the briefest time, lights it all up.

We evolved in groups of other humans that shared everything before we put down the roots that civilized us and separated us and often dehumanized and divided us into property or owners instead of fellows and family and tribe. That part of being human—the communal, sharing primate—is far more deeply established in our brains and bodies than the objectifying, civilized human beings we’ve become.

Sharing ecstasy has the power to reawaken that innate ability to connect to each other that so many of us have lost over countless generations of cultural conditioning. It is the dose of medicine that instantaneously relieves the gnawing separation all civilized people experience and it is keyed to every one of us, part of our primate heritage that doesn’t drag us back, but unifies us, integrates us and smooths our way forward.


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Paul

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