The gift that I gained from the last 15 years is a Zen perspective relative to my own body and the sensations of pleasure that I derive from sex. At the core of that is a belief that pleasurable sensations I have can be more fully experienced if I am in a mindful state. Mindfulness in the context of my experience of sensual pleasure means to be in a state of nonjudgmental, present-centered awareness in which every thought, feeling, and sensation that arises in my perception is acknowledged, accepted and savored openly with a clear mind and an open heart.
Prior to my embracing this enlightened vision of sexual fulfillment I would have characterized my experience of sexual pleasure as a horse race. A lot of anticipation and hype preceded the start of the race. The gates opened and it was a thunderous rush to the finish, a flag waving cheering orgasm. The goal was to get there, ignore the feeling of getting there and focus on the orgasm, grabbing it as hard and fast as possible. As I made the ride for the finish I had to manage the needs of my lover, thinking about helping her feel good too. But starting 15 years ago things changed.
My experience of sex now can be described as a canoe trip down a long sensuous river. The river gently pulls me slowly along its path, a path that has been defined by eons of pressure by the water moving within the hard defined confines of the shoreline.
This experience on the river is an ancient one, many - many people have experienced this river before me, I am just the latest passenger. As a passenger it is not my journey to define, it is my journey to experience. I am only a passenger. Learning this in my experience of sex was key to my future success.
On this pleasurable river journey I savor the bliss of the experience. The canoe carries me, and takes me generally where it is going, I can exert little impact on its direction, I can only feel the pull of the current. There are long slow stretches on the river that reveal a panorama before me. I give myself over to the river, it slows my thoughts. I enjoy the gentle rocking of the canoe on the ripples and take in the verdant view around me. As I lazily drift, I relish the delightful feeling of the water splashing on my skin as I pound against wash, reminding me that I am part of something larger than my own body. The bucolic moments of drifting are punctuated by periods in which I experience the intense rush of thunderous rapids and swirling eddys; I am sucked and pulled into the foaming - rushing white water, emerging on the other side with my heart racing and my senses keyed up in the blissful calm after the torrent. The insistent tug of the water comtinues to pull me along. My job is to stay in the boat and be mindful of the subtlety and the rapturous joy of floating downstream.
This is my experience of sex now. As a result I have not only become much more inwardly focused but I have also become more outwardly focused. I now concentrate on feeling the agonizing ecstasy squeezing me to the point that I have no choice but sing in anguish. I concentrate on the blissfully soft caress of rapture as I am pulled along a sensuous path to the next sweet agony that awaits me. That path may be in the arms of my lover as her vagina sucks the liquid essence of my desire from my convulsing penis or it may be in the solitude of my bed alone as I coax my sex organs to tighten and shudder in the repeating waves of intense pleasure of Male Multiple Orgasms (MMOs).
My experience of MMOs has proven to be the most exciting discovery of my 15 year sexual quest. It was exciting because in my new mindful context, the sensations that I experience in each session are different in their pattern, feeling, intensity and rhythm from all other previous sessions. Rather than pushing myself to achieve an orgasm as I did before, now it is a quiet internal search for sensation and nurturing that sensation to realize its full beauty inside me; once I have found that delightful sensation deep inside of me, it is a matter of nurturing it and coaxing it to reveal itself so that I can squeeze the rapture from it, savoring exquisite bliss as it reveals itself to me.
Zen teaches that loss of life essence weakens a man, to Zen masters ejaculate is essence therefore ejaculation is a weakening activity. Experience of orgasm with no loss of essence makes a man more sexually vigorous and ardently more sexual. This has proven to be very - very true for me.
True to form the MMO session I had two nights ago revealed new sensation, pattern and most definitely a deep intensity beyond anything I have previously experienced. In a way, this scares me because each session tends to be more pleasurable than the previous ones, I shudder to think of what the next ones will be like.
I woke up at 3:45 AM from a relaxing but light sleep. I had been asleep for 5 hours. It was a pleasant and cool evening. J was sound asleep next to me. We were both on her side of our queen sized bed. My penis was fully erect and feeling hypersensitive. The feeling of this hypersensitivity has come with being “rewired” since I began MMO ing.
Rewiring is a term used among MMO practitioners to describe the sensations, orgasmic triggers and loci of orgasmic sensation that we have taught our bodies to experience, that we didn’t have before. Rewiring means that orgasm can be triggered by stimulating my prostate, nipples or any other part of my body that has been sensitized in the process of learning to MMO. Each man is different. In my case, I have been rewired so that my penis is sensitized to energize my entire body.
In an MMO as my cockhead gets more mental stimulation it loses its lead role as orgasmic pleasure center and passes that role to my prostate and anal canal. As my penis experiences increasing pleasure through mental stimulation and mindful attention to the sensations that result, it gradually hands over lead role for ecstatic feelings to the glands and nerves deep inside me. As the sexual tension builds, my penis becomes irrelevant By isolating my penis from the orgasm I shut down the desire to ejaculate as the pleasure builds and sexual tension proceeds. That is what my rewiring is all about.
So Sunday night as I awoke to the dim light of the street lamp thru our window, my hypersensitive - erect penis was urging me to push the sensation further. I knew that multiple dry orgasms were waiting just around the corner if I chose to take advantage of that moment. From my knowledge of what that experience feels like it was a difficult temptation to walk away from.
Typically to get a mental state and physical state from which I could launch MMO’s it requires a half hour of mediation, clearing of my mind, relaxation and intense erotic mental imagery. But one of my delightful discoveries of late has been that in the early morning hours my hormones bring me to that place naturally, without any effort on my part. So it was that night.
I was lying on my back; my penis was erected to hardness of its full aroused length with its characteristic gentle curve upwards, which positions the under side of my glans perfectly for tactile stimulation.
The feeling of this erection is different as mentioned earlier; it is not the sensitivity that speaks of desperate need for stimulation leading to the relief of ejaculation, but sensitivity that positions it to transmit pleasure to other parts of my body. I backed away from J and moved toward my side of the bed. I rolled over to rest on my right hip, I then lowered my hardened cock onto the mattress sandwiching it lightly between my abdomen and the mattress, keeping my left hip about 6-8 inches off the mattress. I bent my left leg slightly at the knee and laid my inner thigh on the mattress to hold my penis pressing lightly against the soft cushioning of sheets and mattress pads. My cockhead and glans were cushioned and caressed in softness. I then reached over and put my hand on J’s tummy, she was asleep on her back about two feet away from me, and I lay perfectly still and waited.
The pressure of the soft mattress on my sensitized glans produced the desired results very quickly. It was like a tiny spark from a rock and flint, but this spark came from my taught cock skin and soft cotton sheets. In a matter of seconds I sensed a very subtle sensation wrapping itself around my cockhead and tantalizing it with sparkling tingling sensation; it was so divine it took my breath away. I focused on the tingling waves that were embracing and caressing my cockhead for several moments. Then just as fast as it came on to me, it dissappeared for a second only to reappear at the tip of my penis. It found the hole at the tip of my penis and with teasing bliss burrowed into the moist path to deep inside me. I could feel it creep up right up my fleshly pink slit and grow deep into me, leaving a path of absolute pleasure in its wake; I gasped.
Seeking that initial sensation that starts the orgasm can be equated with going into a deep quiet forest, then sitting behind a tree near a clearing in hiding, and waiting for a timid deer to come into the clearing before me.
If I lay there perfectly still, mindfully searching for subtle sensation, it will appear timidly at first but more boldly as I lay still and quiet and wait for it. When it appears I dont rush it but rather, I gently savor the sweet sensation that it brings, it is like sipping sweet wine.
That quiet little sensation has become more and more familiar to me. It has become easier to beckon and it has become less timid in appearing as I frequent this place more often. As I forced myself to relax by deep breathing and invoking images of the sexy woman next to me whose tummy I was caressing, and other women that I know and fantasize about, I encouraged the sensation to reveal itself more fully.
This is a critical moment in encouraging my orgasmic drama to play out. It is the first of several critical moments that will determine if I will be lucky enough to get drawn from this bucolic and beautiful stretch of river into the churning rapids of multiple orgasm, or whether I will be left quietly on the river bank. If I tense up or push it, the sensation will disappear instantly and it is over. This is what took me soooo long to learn. To achieve the sweet gift of MMO’s there were years of frustrated effort that yielded nothing. Like most guys I was too aggressive in my pursuit of pleasure, thrusting, squeezing, forcing and pulling to get relief. Instead, I had to teach myself to be passive in the pursuit of orgasmic pleasure and shift the leadership of that pursuit from my penis to my brain and the subtle use of small muscles inside my body. It took me 5 years of effort to “get to first base”, and another 5 years to learn how to manage the fledgling gift I have been given to get it to fully express its capacity. I am that point now.
My reward two nights ago was a result of years of practice, an extreme state of horniness, an empty prostate from a vigorous love making session two nights earlier and the fact that this was my third session in seven days. As I lay there with my hardened penis in position and my head in a mindful state, the exquisite sensation made itself known and with modest encouragement and mindful coaxing revealed its capacity for pleasure quickly.
After it appeared it transformed from the tingling pleasurable kiss that enveloped my penis to a syncopated throbbing of my cock in a matter of minutes. The throbbing was a slow beat of 1-2-1, 1-2-1. Just as I was starting to relish the sweet ecsatic sensation that was stroking my cock without touch and without me moving the sensation began to change; with each beat the sensitivity of my cockhead began to diminish as the sensation expanded and dug into the soft male flesh of my balls, perineum and anus.
An important element of ramping the experience of pleasure is evoking erotic images. I enjoy this as much as the eventual orgasm itself. That night I envisioned the sweet sensation to be J’s hands, one caressing my cock and balls to steady them while the delicate fingers of her other hand burrowed into the slit at the tip of my anguished cock, following the sweet wet flesh to the base of my cock to the tough muscled base that anchors my manhood to my body deep inside me. I envisioned her sweet fingers mysteriously opening up andstroking the anguished hard flesh inside me and grasping the entire root of my cock deep inside me and squeezing it to yield the pre cum that was streaming from me. Once her fingers were wrapped around the root of my cock inside me she dug her sweet fingernails into the quivering aroused flesh eliciting a gasp of anguished pleasure from me.
At this point it was very hard not to yield to the demands of my penis and give it the pleasurable friction it would like in response to the bliss that was pulsing in it. The normal male impulse is to squeeze and thrust forward to give my penis the stimulation it needs to ejaculate. Instead, when in pursuit of an MMO, the key is to reject the messages from my penis and mindfully search for sensation elsewhere. Again, mindfulness is the word. I need to wait and let the sensation seek me so I can accept it once it has found me.
I could feel the creamy heat of that pleasure deep inside me. I envisioned the pleasure to be a warm molten liquid, I then began to mentally heat the liquid and I gave it permission to turn steamy hot and consume me. Soon the entirety of my abdomen and perineum began to melt into a creamy soft pool of sensual desire. My internal sex organs assumed the same erotic hypersensitivity that my penis had moments earlier. As the warm pleasure spread inside of me, my penis reciprocated by becoming suspended in a sensitive but passive state. The throbbing pleasure had now moved to and consumed my prostate; it transformed into a hot swollen hardened mass of erotic sensation. The throbbing subtly began to change from being a syncopated 1-2-1 beat to a steady heavy beat that caused my anus to pucker and release with each pulse. It was almost like a waltz beat, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4. The throbbing in my prostate intensified; I could feel its erotic need growing as well. In seconds my prostate was swollen with creamy pulsing pleasure; with each pulse I could feel my prostate inflating, swelling and searching for more sensation.
It was really hard to keep from contracting and tensing when such an exquisite feeling was gripping me. This was another stone wall I hit years ago. I used to tense up and squeeze in response to the feeling … causing the sensation to drift away. The way I over came this roadblock was with great concentration, teaching myself to almost ignore the sensation as if it wasn’t there. I mentally separate myself from it and envision the sexiest images, actions, scenarios and fantasies that I can and ignore the intense need for physical stimulation. It was almost creating an out of body state of mind.
As I lay there, my lower body was flooded with divine feelings: urgency, elation, tickling, tingling, desire and lust; the sensation was so intense and sweet it was almost unbearable. The tantalizing rhapsody of sensation was melting my sex organs, making a warm pool of lust deep inside of me. Eventually I could bear it no more, it finally overwhelmed me; my rectal tract began to convulse and my prostate began to pulse and squeeze in the 1-2-3-4 beat. Each beat elevated me higher and higher in arousal as I felt my prostate erecting and filling my anal cavity. The sensation is that same teasing feeling before ejaculation; the same feeling during that tense urgent moment seconds before everything opens up inside me and lets my cum flow. But this time that sensation was filling my prostate, abdomen, anus and perineum; my lower body was a steaming pool of erotic sensation.
One of the additional bodily changes that has happened to me in the rewiring process is that my nipples have become hypersensitive and have become directly connected to my prostate. Even J has noticed this and has used it to her wiles in our love making.
Ever so gently I began to flick my left nipple (it seems to be particularly sensitive). The second I touched my nipple an orgasmic wave started. An orgasmic wave consists of a sequential spasm of my prostate followed by a spasm of my anus, perineum and anal tract: the spasms are accompanied by the deepest most pleasurable feeling imaginable. Each convulsive wave lasted about 3 - 5 seconds.
But unlike an ejaculation orgasm that spasms 3-7 times in a diminishing pattern and withers and dies, these orgasmic pulses maintain the same steady 4 beat wave pattern and intensify in feeling and continue until 20 - 30 waves are completed. They build in intensity as they progress as well.
Normally at the end of 20 or so orgasmic waves ( of 4 pulses or spasms) they will speed up until they are very rapid fire, close together, then they will collapse in a flutter.
With rest and mental preparation the sequence of orgasmic waves will start again. Normally 20 - 30 of these 4 step orgasmic waves in succession will be a set; I will do 5 sets in a night over 3 hours with many rests in between; but not two nights ago.
When I began my normal nipple stimulation two nights ago the sensation was unbelievable. I began to get chills as the throbbing turned to intense pumping of the root of my penis, my perineum, my anus and my prostate in a hard gripping pattern that surprised me. The pumping was accompanied by a rapture that was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I gasped as it gripped my mind and my anus. I stopped flicking my nipple and very gently teased my nipple with the tip of my finger. A sensation washed over my entire body that made me break into a cold sweat. The chills reached a crescendo on my skin and consolidated on my spine. I could feel the blissful tingling collecting in a vortex at the base of my spine, where this incredibly pleasurable sensation was then sucked up into my anus. The sensation bored deep inside of me and turned into an orgasmic grasp that gripped my swollen aching prostate and squeezed it in a rhythmic wave that made pre cum pour out of me. The orgasmic waves pulsed 10, 20, 30 times but they didn’t stop as they typically have in the past at 30 waves. They just kept coming and coming, wave after wave. My legs began to tremble; I struggled to back away from J as far as possible to not to awaken her. The precum was drooling out of my numb cock in a slow stream ; my penis was a rock hard steel faucet that was leaking my arousal and soaking the mattress under me.
The orgasmic rapture I was experiencing was so intense and deep my heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. The ecstacy was squeezing my sex organs in a death grip, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure it could from me. I gasped audibly as I struggled to maintain the mental clarity to sense and savor the extreme sensations that were exploding and reverberating inside me.
The orgasmic spasms didn’t let up. I kept stimulating my nipple, and the spasms just kept coming and coming, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90 to more than a hundred . . . I couldn't estimate any more I was so out of it. My prostate and anus were convulsing wildly and the rapture was filling my brain with erotic images, flashes of color and silent sounds of erotic joy. I began to sweat heavily.
Some of the orgasmic spasms were hard and intense while others were soft and gentle, allowing a slight respite from the intense pleasure I was feeling. In a self perpetuating cycle the soft ones built up gradually in a wave to harder more intense convulsive waves; they continued nonstop for almost an hour. Finally I got a little concerned that it was too much so I rolled onto my back to catch my breath. As soon as I rolled over, they stopped, but they only stopped for two or three minutes.
To my shock after no more than a few minutes of me lying on my back, unbidden the orgasmic spasms started to build again. This had never happened before. I had never had spontaneous spasms start without urging from me. Like a slave to the pleasure that was flooding me I had no choice but to respond. Again I began to gently stimulate my nipple. As I lay perfectly still the unrelenting orgasmic waves washed over me drowning me in pleasure; there must have been another 100 or more. It was another 50 minutes of absolute non stop erotic pleasure. The constant pumping of my anus and prostate was so hard it felt like the floor thumping when someone drops barbells onto it from a height.
As usually happens when I get in this highly elevated orgasmic state I lost track of time, reality and place. All I could feel was the explosive pleasure that was consuming and filling my body from my belly button down to my toes, and the purple hazy rapture that filled my head. The nonstop blissful orgasm compressed two hours of the most incredible pleasure and made it disappear. I had no idea where the time went.
I finally stopped when I began to feel a deep ache inside me. Clearly my prostate was not designed to experience that much pleasure.
Indeed this last session was one of the most amazing ones so far. It is two days later, I am sitting here and my anus is still a little tender from the intensity of that session.
An MMO as I am experiencing it is far more intense than a normal orgasm. It is deeper, more intense, it squeezes so much harder and the sensation is of pure unadulterated bliss. But it lacks one thing . . . one on one intimacy with the woman that I love. That is why, after I finish a session as I did two days ago it almost always is followed by the most inspiring love making J and I have ever done. True to the Zen masters claim my sexual performance after an MMO session is unreal. The force of my ejaculate and the hardness of my cock is remarkable. That was the case on Monday night.
I hope that explains a little bit of what one of my MMO sessions is like. A few people have asked me how I do them and what they are like; that is what motivated this entry. It seems a little hard to believe when I read it; I can tell you that they amazed me when I finally achieved them after 5 years of trying. Even today I am amazed after an experience such as the one I had two days ago.
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