Lifelong Experiences

I discovered this site a week ago. It is addictive in a luscious way. A little over a month ago, I came down with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. It was as the Soviet work camp inmates used to say, "You'll live, but you won't feel like fucking." I was feeling good again by last week, and when I found this site, it was like millions of my sperm cells started honking their horns in a traffic jam and screaming, "Enough sick time you lazy bastard, we've got places to go!" I've been fucking and masturbating once or twice daily ever since and leaking precum almost constantly from these stories. It is flowing even as I type, but I need both hands for the keyboard. I remember sitting in a desk in the third grade pondering an experience I'd had in a dream. In the dream, it seemed that an angel had touched me and the feeling was the best thing I ever felt. I remember in my dream trying to keep it going and going, but couldn't. "What was that?" It came back occasionally and I loved it. During the summer vacation of my 13th year, I became curious about the slippery, clear fluid that flowed from my penis whenever I interacted with a pretty, sexy classmate. I would sneak a flashlight under the sheets at night and just stare at my erection until streams of precum would flow in strings from my dick to my belly. I didn't know about stroking my cock so nothing more happened. One morning after one of my "all night vigils," I noticed several yellow streaks of some kind of secretion staining my underwear. I'd had no experience of it happening, but I figured it must be something I had to hide. I threw those shorts behind a bookcase in my room because I didn't want my mom to see it in the laundry. I wonder what she thought of them when my parents re-arranged my bedroom after I left home and must have found them. Not long after though, while sleeping, the heavenly feeling came in a dream, and so did I! I clawed my way to consciousness trying to make the feeling stay and felt my penis pumping and the warm, sticky fluid spreading in my shorts. Now I knew what that feeling was about. When I returned to normal, I'd sneak to the bathroom and run cold water on the semen in my shorts to lessen the stain, so that I could put them in the laundry and not arouse suspicion. I didn't yet know about stimulation, and though I was horny as hell, regular, powerful wet dreams had to suffice for years to come. Whenever masturbation was mentioned by anyone I knew in those days, it was mocked. Then the summer of my senior year, the wet dreams ceased for a few months. I went to college, and wondered if something had gone wrong with me. Then on the afternoon of Oct. 13, 1972, while I was in my dormroom waiting for a buddy to get out of class so we could travel home, I was reading a book with a highly erotic passage in it. I was just in my underwear, absentmindedly lightly flicking the head of my penis, with a finger, when out of nowhere, the heavenly feeling arrived, and to my shock, and some horror at being discovered in broad daylight, my sperm began to spurt. I had a ground floor dorm room, the blinds were open, and I'm ejaculating! When I was done, I closed the blinds, stripped my cum laden shorts, toweled myself, and headed for the shower. That night back home at my High School Homecoming, I had very perplexed thoughts, but I was hooked. Back in the dorm room, what didn't I try? I can't believe I used to dry fuck myself. Then I tried Vaseline. Not a good lube. I finally hit on baby oil, adequate but not ideal. Thank you folks at KY for easing the chaffing on my much stroked dick. But that was years later. Then I began experimenting with new sensations with my penis. I'd insert different things in the end of my penis while I masturbated and ejaculated to see how that felt. Fever thermometers seemed best. They aren't too large and are very smooth and rounded. Easy to withdraw, too. If I craved nothing but instant relief, I learned that if I held my breath until I was about to pass out while stroking my penis, my testicles would skyrocket up to my body and I could come in a couple of minutes, but the gasping for breath sort of killed the post orgasmic bliss, Still it got my rocks off when I my penis was demanding a quickie. I penetrated my anus with a finger when I learned about my prostate being the male g-spot. It hurts my wrist to stay there as long as I would like, but I learned that if I stuck my finger there and stroked my prostate as I was about to cum, I could feel my prostate swell as my orgasm arrived and I loved the pulses of my prostate and spasms of my anus and other pelvic muscles as I spurted, always messy as one hand is on my penis and the other in my ass and there's no way to target my cum into a tissue. I recently bought an Aneros, and although I enjoy the sensations, I still haven't had the orgasms that are advertised for it. Help, anyone? But, if I pull the removal handle back towards my spine when I come, it constricts my urethra and my prostate has to work harder to come, which produces a wonderful new feeling. I've taken videos of my penis pumping and the vacant expression on my face as I climax. I've been married for 31 years, and I learned new things that my penis could do. But, I also learned that orgasms are different when created by different means. When I had begun masturbating, I was very much in my head, fantasizing about different experiences I wished to enjoy with women, think Erica and Steve. A lot of fun, but still in control. If I came with one hand, I was still in control enough to catch my sperm in a tissue. Well, maybe not that first supersonic spurt that can ricochet anywhere. That is one form of orgasm. About two years ago I studied a bit of Tantra and started masturbating with as little mind as possible, just slowly playing my penis while concentrating and enjoying all the varied sensations I was feeling. Slowly building to an orgasm and then stopping just, just before I came, and then when my excitement dwindles, starting again. When I achieve my first near orgasm, my penis jumps and pulses like there should be semen flying, but there isn't. That only happens on the first. Sometimes, I'll keep this going for a couple of hours. I need a lot of privacy for these sessions. I strip totally nude, and when I allow myself to come, I let it spurt where ever. That is another kind of orgasm. Finally, there is the type of orgasm when my wife and I please each other. My wife is inhibited about touching herself directly. Pity! But, if I position the head of my penis in her slit, she will grab my shaft and begin playing my head all around her clit in wild abandon. This ends in one of three ways, 1) she comes, and I can enjoy feeling her ass and buttocks spasm as she does, 2)she pulls my cock into her vagina and we fuck, or 3) I move down her body, kissing her breasts, tummy and thighs before burying my tongue in her slit that is now well creamed with my precum and her juices. Heaven! I Probe her vagina with my tongue, tasting her musky secrets. I tongue her clit hard, the way she likes it best,until she explodes. You're correct there, Lady self-tasters, your pussies smell and taste divine! I can't see why jokes criticizing your pussy perfume ever got started. The first time I had a woman's scent on my hand I didn't want to wash it for days, intoxicating myself with the precious aroma. Don't be shy about tasting a man's precum and semen either. The absolute best orgasm is when my wife gives me a handjob. The night before last, after giving my wife good oral, and she had recovered from her orgasm, I lay on my back and let her stroke me. I lubed my penis well, and away she went. This is where my "Tantra" masturbation really helps, because I will turn off my mind and fantasies, surrendering control, and just feel the sensations she is giving my penis. I like slow strokes because they give me time to experience each firecracker of pleasure she gives the head of my penis, and if it is a really good stroke there is a lightning bolt of pleasure that flashes down my penis to the base of my testicles and prostate. Not very many of those lightning bolts will put me over the edge, and I gasp and moan and my hips jerk and thrust with them, but generally either because she is teasing me or just moving on to a different grip, the thunderstorm fades as she moves to a slightly different area, pressure, or rhythm. Then she brings the storm back and lets it fade. Over and over again this buildup and fading occurs. I'm not in control, and I love it. I put my arms through the bars of our headboard and locked my hands tightly together to keep them totally out of the action. After I don't know how many buildups, my excitement was such that my hips began to move on their own. When she stroked down my penis, my hips thrust upwards a little. Not full blown fuck thrusting, but more an uncontrollable body-wisdom pleasurable reflex. And as she stroked up my penis, my hips withdrew. The lightning bolts began racing down my penis and my scrotum and testicles climbed skywards. My prostate hummed and told me that this time, there would be no fading. It built and built. I had no control. Had no idea if I would blow in 3 of her strokes or 10. Then my body arched like a bow ready to fire an arrow. A loud cry of joy and pleasure erupted from somewhere deep inside me and my mind vanished. It was like I no longer HAD elevated testicles, an engorged, screaming prostate, and a swollen pulsing penis, it was as if my entire being WAS elevated testicles, and an engorged, screaming prostate and I all I was was a six foot long swollen pumping penis, spurting love, lust, semen, joy, and sperm out into the cosmos and not just firing cum into my wife's hand. Perhaps a person would die if that lasted long enough, but what a way to go! After I returned to Earth, we cleaned up and went to sleep. Yesterday morning when I awoke, I felt such gratitude for my wife that I mounted her and humped her to a climax. She prefers intercourse the best. I didn't come, but rolled off when she had that special grin on her face, grabbed the lube and inspired by all these great stories, I lay there naked and began to masturbate unashamedly. She didn't show either interest or condemnation, but got up in a bit and dressed for work while I worked away. I wish she had been there as my white, creamy and plentiful brew pumped into the air. Well, I should sign off for now. I'd love to hear how you get off alone, Erica. And I hope this contribution makes some of you as horny as it has made me writing it and as horny as your stories have made me. Ciao!