Multi Orgasmic Man

Hello Seb, This is a fascinating topic that brings back a particular early memory for me. At a very early age, I can remember having multiple orgasms before I had the ability to ejaculate. In fact, I was having multiple orgasms before I even knew what an ejaculate was. I have quite a vivid memory of playing on the swings in the school playground in grammar school. I would get the swing going extremely high back and forth in the air and cross my legs as I propelled my body back and forth. One day while doing this, to my surprise, an electrifying jolt of pleasure shot from my penis up to inside my ears through my head and also down the length of both legs until my toes would curl. This seemed to go on for an indefinite amount of time. I made an association with this total never-ending pleasure with the swing. When the recess bell would ring, I would often get into trouble for not returning to class. The pleasure was so addictive I could not stop swinging. I was flying (quite literally). Later in life when I adopted the behaviour of real (traditional) masturbation it was with sudden dismay when I realised I was wet with a sticky goo immediately post-pleasure. Now at age 53, I still have the odd incredible orgasm, but nothing multiple…and certainly nothing as intense as when I was a little kid on that swing back in grammar school. I often wonder if I can ever achieve something comparable to that never-ending pleasure that I once obtained as a child again. All the best, Tim in NYC

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It’s certainly not what you would discuss with your mates down the pub on a Saturday night. But I am very aware that in reality it’s a lot more common than most str8 men would care to admit. For most … Continue reading

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Gay “lifestyle”? There’s a difference between an orientation and a lifestyle. I wonder what a hetero lifestyle is? 360navi on 06/04/2015

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When I go to the nude beach people never talk about this kind of thing, it’s kind of taboo. You can’t go about with a hard on even if you see the best piece of ass you ever saw you must contain yourself. Here it seems kind of cool to drop your pants and let others discuss your genitals. Somehow it seems kind of healthy. Like when we were in HS privately comparing penises in PE. Hell everybody did that we just didn’t discuss it like you can on the web. Frankly I’ve been known to share a lady with another man under the right circumstances but I’m definitely not interested in sex with another man or any sort of gay lifestyle. I’m not condemning it but it just isn’t me. Stratocruser

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I have been multi orgasmic ejaculatory most of my life. I will generally have a few… to 4 or 5 orgasms… crashing waves where my body goes through an almost rhythmic convulsion that will build until I ejaculate. The crashing continues and I sometimes lose or dont lose my erection, but usually can ejaculate 4 or 5 times as well. The best is when the two coincide and believe it or not… when i am flaccid is the most intense, causing sometimes… and spontaneous erection after the gun goes off so to speak… the ejaculate diminshes in volume over time… and the process can take as little as a few minutes to several hours… depending upon mood, health and level of arousal. The most this has ever happened is 13 times in one day… I have not read any books or articles on the subject.

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When I was very young, I was often multi-orgasmic but only while masturbating, never with another person.I was stimulate myself till the point of ejaculating, then stop…a drop of cum would come out. then I would stimulate myself, and another drop. I could do this for an hour or more and have all these mini-orgasms. Then, I would wait about an hour and then really stimulate myself and then have a very full, incredibly powerful almost overwhelming orgasm. Other times, I would draw my foreskin over the end of my cock and gently stimulate my cock through the foreskin…I could do that for hours it seemed. Then, I would peel the foreskin, really give it a stimulation and then, as the cum was coming out, cover the end of my cock with my foreskin real tight and enjoy the warm, wet feeling on the end of my cock.Never could that any of that with another person…and when I hit about 40, all the multi-orgasmic possibilities stopped entirely. SONY_P

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I have to do this everyday: I am senior bear and if you had told me when I was a kid, that I would one day March in a Gay Pride parade, I wouldn’t have been able to get my mind around it. Brought up in the twisted world of Fifties wacko Irish-American Catholicism, I thought I shouldn’t be gay but was wracked with the intense charge of my deepest desires. I was very smart and read all the books that proved that gay love was, if not a sin, a disease to be cured. I wasted the next twenty years of my life in a vane attempt to become who I wasn’t and pouring large amounts of alcohol down my throat to kill the pain. My penis was a lot smarter than my head and right from the get go I was telling me the truth about myself. My first wet dream: I am standing by the stairs that lead to the door of the Basement Chapel of St.Mary’s.

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My brother’s friend Leo walks up to me; he is naked. I am naked. Our hard penises kiss and I wake up to find my pajamas sticky with sperm. Forty five years ago and it still makes me hard! I dated girls. They were nice girls. I ran on the fantasy that if I got laid it would prove I was straight and I would be all right. I later found out that for me sex with a woman was a trick I could pull off and so what. The sad truth is that, in my case, whether I was dating in my young manhood or fucking a couple of women or using some poor soul as an unwilling  beard, I was using these people to fix me. Not a good way to treat anyone. I have a friend from hight school days. In college we used to double date. He asked me one Saturday night why I was always so depressed when we were going out. I couldn’t tell him  that  when I was sitting behind him as we drove off with the girls I wanted more than I can describe even now  to lean forward and cover the muscular white ivory of his neck bites and nibbling kisses. One of the worst nights of my life was spent in the same bed with him inches from me and unable  to be touched. And in the midst of all this I was cruising the bushes and the block ,where men fished for sex, for hours and days on end. Occasionally I got lucky but never happy. When I finally fucked a woman I added two and two and,as usual,came up with twenty-two! Since I was now cured of being queer I would enter the seminary, live with men,  and wear a long black dress. But my prick was still smarter than I was and had a plan of its own. At the end of summer recess I decided to “go for a walk” in the woods near my mothers new house.

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There were often trucks and cars parked along the road. Eventually I spied a neighbor hood beauty I’ll name Paul. He was lying sunning himself wearing as near to nothing as I had ever seen. Perhaps twenty, long spare body, black hair,a face as Irishly handsome as his other brothers. He new I was cruising him. He wanted to be cruised. Was he getting hard? I was. My shyness made me slow to come near. (I later learned how important this is in building explosive sexual tension] In my memory the details become blurred in what I know was a storm of hungry mouths, groping hands, naked flesh: years of longing tearing the sky apart. We were both too trapped in the Big Closet America was then to capitalize on what the God Eros had pulled us into, but I look back an say what a start, There follows many years of therapies, jobs, lots of sex, lots of Bourbon, all enhanced by a talent for self pity. I often say living those years was like riding a bicycle with no chain gears. Then a great blessing: Stonewall and I began trying to come out. Next I was forced to put down the booze. That first summer sober I was in a daze most of the time but, Eros be praised, that Summer they were relaying all the water and sewer pipes in the town where I was living. The work was being done by a Syrian owned company. Most of the workers were Arab, Italian or Spanish. I was defenseless against the strength and beauty unselfconscious erotic power of what I saw. I would go down town for lunch, see  a few more of these glorified bodies, something would light up inside of me inside of me and I had to accept that my deep love of the male was my gift from that erotic God. A few more brain cells would come back on line. That the spermy kiss of Leo’s penis was a blessed gift from god Andy M

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