Blue Balls, Precum, and the Biggest Load I’ve Ever Had

From aching blue balls and leaking precum to the most explosive orgasm of my life. Here’s everything denial taught me.

People love to ask me if I’ve ever tried “no nut” challenges. No jerking, no sex, no orgasms. In fact, I received an email from Daniel in Miami, a 27-year-old ginger twunk with thick-ass cock (yes, we FaceTimed), who asked:

“Caleb, have you ever tried not cumming for a long time? What happened to your body when you finally came?”

Usually I laugh, because the idea of me not cumming for more than 48 hours feels impossible. I’m the guy who edges for fun, leaks precum if the wind blows the right way, and cums hands-free just from being fucked. But curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know: what would happen if I denied myself release for a whole month? Would my orgasms change? Would I even survive the horniness?

So I did it. Thirty days. No cumming. Ya know, for science … and to answer Daniel’s question. That meant no jerking off, no “just one quick nut before bed,” no finishing with a hookup. I edged constantly. I couldn’t not but I never let myself tip over. It was brutal, intoxicating, frustrating, and hotter than I expected. My cock throbbed, my balls swelled, and by the end of it, I was so sensitive I felt like my entire body had turned into one giant nerve ending.

The experience changed the way I think about orgasm. It wasn’t just about cumming harder (though that happened). It was about how my cock felt day to day, how much precum I leaked, how swollen my balls got, and how hypersensitive every part of my body became. By week two, a brush across my nipple had me rock hard and dripping precum. By week three, the veins on my cock were throbbing, I could trace them with my finger and literally feel the blood flowing through, and my balls looked huge and swollen. By week four, I could barely sleep because my cock wouldn’t stop twitching leaking and begging me to cum.

And when I finally let go on day 30? My cock convulsed harder than it ever had, spraying load after load across the floor of my pilates studio (I’ll get to that later). I counted more contractions than I thought possible, each one forcing out more cum until I was drenched, drained, and gasping. It was, hands down, the most intense orgasm of my life.

Here’s exactly what happened to me, week by week, day by day, and what I learned from not cumming for thirty days.