He’s Gonna Blow!: Violent Gay Cum Shots… A Cautionary Tale

See the brunet getting it at both ends?

He’s having one. It’s a very tough experience to document, much more illustrate, but that’s it right there.

Orgasms are pretty much a dime a dozen in gay porn. Most play largely identically in staging and reaction, though you probably have some stand-outs in your mind that you cherish.

Yes, it’s great seeing guys get doused, but for me the Holy Grail of cumshots is depicted above. As great as the still frame is, it can’t even begin to do justice to the real time unfolding. This is more than just a spectacular pop-off. It’s more than even an edged-to-the-brink release.

This is a glassy-eyed, teeth-shattering, mind-altering, limb-flapping, open-the-floodgates, speaking-in-fucking-tongues violent full body orgasm.

I’ve experienced these myself, and the first time it happened to me I nearly flipped. It was just so unexpected, and I’m sure that I looked like I was possessed or something. I’m normally fairly assertive, but this time I actually clamped one hand to the guy’s lower jaw as I proceeded to crank off and spray all over him, braying “You do it! You do it!” as I forced his hand onto my dick about two thirds of the way through.

I ended up sitting on top of him for what had to be about five minutes as I just shuddered and quivered from head to foot — coming down — endorphins rushing like the most extreme runner’s high head rush I’d ever known, my hands locked onto his head. The whole thing actually scared me a little, to be frank, because I felt weirdly outside of myself and not quite in control.

Since then, I find I tend to get spasmodic orgasms (achieved by delaying and injaculating continuously) after long dry spells that leave me feeling a tad frustrated when I’m dead-on in the middle of a heat cycle. I know that the male hormone cycle runs on a daily clock — spiking in the morning and ebbing throughout the day — but I just find that I’ll have two weeks where I’m very collected and not very preoccupied with my libido, followed by three weeks where I’m so on that I could uproot a lamp post.

It’s called the Immodest Orgasm for a reason — your internalized senses of decorum, politeness, and shame (not to mention your indoor voice) go out the fucking window, leaving you feeling a little less human and hungry like the wolf.

I’m of the mind that a lot of the apparent onscreen heat generated in gay porn belies the theatricality of the medium, mainly because the full-on heave rarely if ever turns up. Still, when it does, you know it when you see it. A few years back Matt Summers — famed for downing all of Chad Hunt without even batting an eyelash — drew equal raves for the convulsively epic orgasms he’d experienced.

Once in a very blue moon, you’ll encounter a scene that ends with one player’s arms flailing about as he climaxes and just loses all semblance of control. Ejaculation and orgasm are too often used interchangeably, but orgasms can actually crest and trough for minutes or even hours before the release of semen just caps it off. Key indicators that what you’re seeing is the real deal: a man’s voice will seem to rise several octaves and become almost womanly, he’ll appear to have trouble forming words or phrases (lots of stuttery “Wha-the-fu-uh-uuuuh-uuuuuuuuh! and “Oh-my-ga-aaaaaah!” will ensue), and his eyes will get distant and unfocused as if he’s seeing through time.

The violence in a violent orgasm doesn’t just connote the hysterics of the body conniptions, though; a weird, reflexive selfishness takes over, like how a drowning man will threaten to submerge the person trying to save him. In Cockpit, Sam Crockett proclaims “I’m gonna cum!” and without a thought to his straddling partner’s well-being, promptly shoves him forward onto the hard floor on all fours before grabbing his head from behind and basting his face from the back.

Sometimes I notice that no matter how hard a co-star strokes or lip-clings, a man having a violent full-on tremor will shove him aside with a free hand and start wildly pumping himself. In a group bukkake setting, a man may also forcibly elbow his way through the competition to get to the focal point waiting to be deluged. Even hetero men who experience their first fully body orgasm will shamefully admit to losing it and shoving their girlfriends away from them, not wanting to be touched for several minutes as they quake out, most troubled as they associate the experience as somehow feminine (shivery orgasms are for women) and unlike any previous climax they’ve ever known.

Don’t fret though: this is the kind of low down dirty shame that’s best when shared.