Hi Seb, Great website !! thank you. I love it. I’m a 57yr old gay guy, who has both cock and anal orgasms, though I have never had one from being penetrated. Most guys seem to want to bang hard, and this doesn’t allow my own arousal to surge. I’ve always had loads of pre-cum and when I was younger it would soak the front of my jeans. A well-lubed cock and nipple play is very important, for my pleasure (olive oil or vaseline if I’m a bit dry). The wanking technique and fantasy can take me in either direction. Wanking, I can have full-body multiple orgasm, which I can prolong, for hours when I was younger, with the risk of tennis elbow though. For anal orgasm I have lighter touch (barely any usually) just on the head of my wet nob, rather than strokes, and fantasize about being penetrated, rather than penetrating. Light nipple play is crucial here too. With very slight flexing of arse and prostate muscles, after a while it lets rip. Fortunately, I live in the country, for when it comes, I can ROAR and also have multiple convulsions. (At one time, I stopped coming with guys, cause I felt I was being viewed as a freak). I am able to have anal orgasm, even if I’ve had a lot of sex and cant get a full erection. Joy, oh Joy !! Best wishes, – John
My first time was after receiving anal sex numerous times from men, I finally was with a guy who knew what to do, he had me on my hands and knees, and penetrated me from the rear, constantly probing, bumping, and sliding against my prostate, finally something hit me, and I knew I was about to experience a very intense orgasm. I wasn’t even touching myself, I melted down against the mattress, and my lover continued to pump in and out of me, I roared in surrender, and it just happened very naturally, with him loosing his load during my orgasm. It is the most beautiful feeling a receiver male can experience, probably much like a women orgasming from penetration. Just wonderful! – Frank
Who knows some day very soon! 🥰
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Thank you, Seb, for putting this great post with that glorious hairy arse at the top back onto the front page. I love rereading the comments by John and Frank and thank them for sharing their pleasure in anal sex.
This last Monday I had a prostate orgasm that I am still at a loss for words to fully describe. I got together with a man I have been chatting and sharing pictures and videos with for some time. He’s 25 years younger than I am, strong Austrian mountain-climbing, deer-hunting body, very handsome, a man of few words (all in German) but omnivorously communicative about his sexual interest in my body. He told me he’s only been with 5 other men in his life! (Compared to my hundreds). Anyway, we hit it off, starting off with the fact that he loves to kiss, as I do, and I have a red spot on the tip of my nose from rubbing against his rough bristly cheek as we devoured each other’s mouths, tonguing and licking each other’s faces during our 2 hours of passionate love making. (I’m still stiff, too days later. Lucky I have Pilates this afternoon!) As passionate as we were, as long as I massaged him, as deliciously as we rimmed and fucked each other, and sucked each other’s succulent cocks, fucking till I was sore and he actually made a sound, we still hadn’t found each other until he laid me on my back, legs spread. While he played with and kissed my limp cock, drawing up very close to me so that he could also lean over and kiss my belly, he put two lubed fingers up my arsehole, and at first slowly and then with increasing rapidity finger fucked me. At first I was a little resistant because I didn’t want to be passive, just the object of his desire to possess me and watch my reaction to what he was doing. And I wanted to be the one to make him cum, frustrated that i hadn’t been able to.
But then I began to want him to have me just the way he wanted and I just relaxed, spread my legs even wider, lay back into the pillow, stroking my nipples, watching him look at my body as he took possession of me. I began to feel where he was inside me and feel “him,” all of him, not just his fingers beginning to finger my prostate, penetrating me deeply. (Note: I’m writing this as I’m advising my wife what clothes to wear for the end-of-year academic ball at her university. The weirdness, the thrills, of “my secret life!”)
The deeper he went, the more, the faster he slid his fingers up and down, the more I felt I was body-surfing, inside a foamy but muscular blue wave, that he was the wave surrounding, picking me up as if if I was weightless, hugging me in his Alpine hunter’s arms. And I submitted myself to him. The wave was picking up speed and the sensation of all of him inside me and all around me at the same time was dissolving me into himself, his fingers thrusting not just up but more and more out across my whole body, as if all of him where inside all of me. He was playing with my cock with his other hand, and the growing, body-surfing sensation was inside my cock too, but it was much deeper inside all of me than would have been the case if he was just jerking me off.
I started groaning more loudly because the wave was rising up and taking control of my body and my mind. I was losing control, he was filling me and taking all of me, but I wasn’t being pulled down and drowning, I was being lifted up and up, my back was arching then straightening out the way it does when I ride a wave. I wanted, I needed him to have me and he was giving me all of himself, I wanted to kiss him but his face was too far away, he was completely possessing me, I couldn’t have stopped him even if I had wanted to. I wanted him, I wanted him, more and more, faster and faster …
Suddenly, the wave just reared up, in front of me, behind me, inside me, picked me up, shot me in all directions at once, and broke!
He had me, fucked me to the core of my being, as I moaned, and yelled, and shook, and shook, shooting through space, until I made him stop and pulled him down on top of me for a kiss that was more than a kiss. It was a hello. So there you are, finally, and here I am! So glad to meet you at last!
That was my prostate orgasm! Quite nice. I definitely want another. We agreed this morning, my Austrian mountain man and I, that we want each other still, maybe even more than just “still.”
We’ll meet again.