The year was 2006, the location was Ar-Ramadi, Iraq. I was deployed with 2nd Battalion 4th Marines Echo Company.

My platoon was living in an Observation Post half way between MSR Michigan and Camp Corregidor (for those who were there).

It was a lonely cold December evening. The sun was beginning to go down and I had a mission in the porta potty. For those of you who don’t use portable toilets I am talking about a toilet like in the picture below, and it was located just outside of the building we were in.
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I brought a Maxim magazine with me because I had not seen any women (who were not in a Burka) in a few weeks and I wanted to let off some stress.

I was sitting in the porta potty having a good time playing with myself (this is a reality of war and I had no other private place to go) when evening prayer starts playing in the Mosque that was across the street. I was not that far from completing my mission (about 30 seconds to go) when a full blown firefight broke out and I knew by the sounds that the building we were living in was the target.

At this point in time I had an important life choice to make; I had to either:

Immediately stop what I was doing, pull up my trousers and join the fight,
or I could finish what I was doing (I was seconds away from finishing) and then quickly pull up my trousers and join the fight.
Like many red blooded military men I chose option number two.

Just as I was climaxing, I saw two tracer rounds fly through the porta potty about 18 inches (45 centimeters) in front of my face. I was so startled by the tracers at that moment that I had the wind knocked out of me; I was stuck in shock, sitting on a toilet mid orgasm. That moment was a mixture of mortal fear, physical pleasure and the complete inability to breathe.

I quickly pulled up my pants and joined the fight having only lost about a minute of time; lucky no one was hurt that night (no coalition forces).

That evening still gives me eerie vibes because:

During that moment, I had what was and still is (more than ten years later) the best orgasm of my life; nothing has even come close. I learned that the combination of a powerful sexual release with pure psychological terror is a very potent fusion that I have never been able to recreate.
I was almost found dead with my dick in my hand and I still don’t know how I feel about that.
I know I am messed up, judge me if you want.

Source: https://www.quora.com/Has-someone-ever-actually-tried-to-kill-you