Bucolic bliss

I thought I would share a prostate experience had last night.

I am on a solo bike touring adventure, and last night I set up camp in the evening alongside a windy river (in the geographical AND meteorological sense).  I set up tent in the middle of a stand of poplar trees, ate pasta, played some music, and, when the sun went down, crept inside and into my sleeping bag.

I have been biking for a few days now, and though I had been practicing semen retention in anticipation of this moment, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get much out of my session. I have been so exhausted these last few days that even aless has been too much of an effort for me.  But yesterday was the first day that I felt in shape on my bike, so I decided to have a session.

I lubed up (I recently gave coconut oil another try, and it doesn’t burn me like it did before, possibly from a change of diet... go figure), and placed my helix syn in, while lying in the standard sideways position.  It felt large, present, neutral, but not good. Doubts came pouring into my mind. Had I numbed myself from 5 days of bike saddle against my perineum? Had I permanently altered my hormonal structure through intense physical effort?  Was this the end of my prostate journey...? 

Calm down. Relax. Contract. Tug of war. Find the spot. Circle around it. Brush your nipples. Caress your chest hair. Touch the tip of your penis lightly to bring awareness of it.  Speak your pleasure. Place a hand between your legs and squeeze around it. Massage your balls.  Tickle your buttocks. Touch your anus. Moan. There. Right there. Yes, THERE!

My first couple orgasms were what I call ghost orgasms. They can happen in the beginning of my toy-in sessions, and they are when my body goes through all the motions of having an orgasm but my prostate isn’t awakened yet.  After a few minutes though, I could feel my prostate glowing, almost irritated to be awoken from its slumber.

I had a few short and intense orgasms, and then did something I used to do a lot, but had stopped for some reason. I placed my bent legs together, holding them tight at the knees while relaxing all other unnecessary muscles (except pc muscles probably, but I can’t tell at this point). Then I drew circles, rubbing each inner knee against the other in opposite directions, very slowly and of a minimal circumference.  Soon I was having more drawn out orgasms, whimpering into my makeshift camping pillow (a bundle of clean clothes), and I decided I was ready for the real deal...

I got on all fours, my favorite position, and in a few seconds I was cumming again.  This time it was hard, like a buzzing electrical circuit created between the toy and my prostate as the toy bounced in and out. After a while I placed my knees tightly together and started rubbing them in circles again. My knees massaged the sleeping pad like a kneading cat. The sensations were marvelous. My orgasms rolled into a rising plateau, as they are wont to do, while I laughed and cried simultaneously into my pillow, peaking ever higher with each subsequent gust of wind blowing over my tent.  If only that wind had been behind me when I climbed those mountain passes these last few days!

There is often a breaking point, a moment where I decide I have had enough. I become aware that I need air, that I need to relax my muscles, that I need to step back to reality for an instant.  Perhaps I start up again, perhaps I don’t. In this case, I felt calm and satiated.  I pulled the toy out, cleaned up and got ready for bed. Because I hadn’t gotten even the slightest erection the entire time, I masturbated before going to sleep to make sure things weren’t broken (I like making up excuses for my pleasure). I was sure not to ejaculate though, as I have many more nights of solo excitement ahead of me!