The Point of no Return

There is a small window when you are so lost in the moment of masturbatory bliss that there seems no way of stopping. The moment you feel the orgasm building to its crescendo, when every cell in your body feels full of energy as you tense all your muscles. When you tighten and contract, quiver and shake. That thin line between orgasm and ejaculation, two separate components often confused to be one and the same. Then the ejaculation, the moment the flood gates open whilst the waves of the orgasm still cascade over and through you, when your seed is released under great pressure with a feeling of release and ecstasy. My family and I had gone on holiday with my Dads best friend and his Mrs to a cottage in the countryside. The weather was traditional English Summer, wet. Everyone had gone out apart from me and my Dads friend as they were determined come what may to get some country air and exercise. I had been playing on my portable game console in my room and looking out at the rain beating down on the windows when I had decided to check up on my Dads friend. I had walked down the hall to where his bedroom door was open and I had entered to find him with his boxer shorts and joggers around his ankles, his white vest pulled up over his head as he sat reclined back on a chair. There was porn playing on his laptop computer screen and his hand moved like a piston as his face grimaced and contorted. His eyes wide open and his impressively large penis rock hard and moist as his clenched fists worked up and down his long thick shaft. There was a look of shock on his face as he looked over at me but still his two hands moved up and down with lightening speed until they seemed just a blur. A deep sharp breathe in followed by a repetitive huffing and puffing sound before he held his breath in, his large barrelled chest expanded out. The moment was almost like slow motion as time seemed to almost halt. His seed was propelled out with great momentum, a thick white fountain that spewed like a geyser as his face gurned in almost comical fashion. Globules of thick white man juice dripped from his hands as they paused still gripped tight around his erect manhood, the head of which was bulbous and swollen as a trail of his spunk hung down onto his stomach creating a pool. I was stood froze there in the room, starring at him unable to look away like when you witness an accident. It was like I was still trying to comprehend what I had witnessed as I stood there my brain processing the data. "Fuck shit!" he cried out lurching forward to stand and almost tripping over as his boxers and joggers remained tangled at his ankles. Spunk dripped over the floor and all I could do was say sorry repeatedly whilst still watching as if incapable of looking away. He managed to bend forward to grab at his boxers and joggers and dragged them up quickly leaving a residue of spunk from his hands all over the light grey fabric. "Fuck it!" he added looking down at the snail like trail that covered the front of his joggers. I managed to turn and quickly left his room and retreated to the room in which I was sleeping. A few minutes passed before my door opened and in he walked wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt "Sorry I thought you was occupied in your room" he said his face red "No my fault I should have knocked" I replied "Don't fucking tell anyone will you?" He quickly added as if he needed to tell me that. When everyone arrived back my Dad looked at me and his friend quizzically clearly sensing something had happened. He waited until everyone else was out of ear shot before asking his mate if something had happened. "No nothing" his friend replied before adding "OK your son caught me watching porn and whacking off" My Dad just laughed and pointed his finger at me "That will teach you" he commented still laughing I was not sure what he meant by that will teach me but certainly remained a very fond memory...