After four years of Aneros use I was at the top of my game inducing MMO’s . At that point I stopped calling them Super O’s because they went from being “one off” pleasure spasms to chains of deep intense orgasms. I had mastered the ability to manage and expand them through mind – body communication. They were no longer a single orgasm, instead they were cascading multiple non ejaculatory orgasms, hence my new moniker: multiple male orgasms. Not only were they multiples, but my command of them allowed me to savor and relish each MMO session. They became the fodder for my blog at the time and for my erotic writing.
I have used many metaphors for my Aneros experience from that point on. I did then and still do often describe my MMO orgasms as kaleidoscopic in character. As they progress they morph from one breathtaking form to another, revealing elegant pleasure just as a kaleidoscope reveals beautiful colorful shapes that change from one form to another. Like a kaleidoscope each sensation transforms into another and mesmerizing me as it does.
I have also used surfing as a metaphor in my description of an intense session. The act of inserting the Aneros into my anus produces a profoundly pleasant and a little unsettling sensation. I think of it as similar to the feeling of excitement as the water sprays my face as I paddle out to meet the waves on a surfboard; the moment carries the promise of excitement of a ride in. Sitting off shore waiting for the wave to arrive there is that sweet uneasiness of floating. As I patiently watch the horizon I see the swell of a distance wave grow and grow as it gets closer and closer, until eventually it grasps my body and lifts it up to carry me with it. The invading Aneros touches a place deep in my anal canal that is untouchable any other way. I savor the grtaifying touch in that special place; as I do the wave lifts me and thrusts me forward. It has control now I am only along for the exciting and erotic ride.
The orgasm crashes on the shore, tumbling my anus in the ecstatic cacophony and the sweet anguish of orgasmic convulsions; my cock root pulses and thumps sending waves of bliss that fill me with euphoric anguish and make my heart race at the same time. The resulting tumult of divine pleasure make me shudder and tremble as they twist my anal canal and juice my prostate. The sap of ecstasy dribbles from the pink slit at the tip of my tingling cockslit as if it was sweet syrup from a tap in a maple tree as it is warmed by the spring sun.
I was feeling so lucky and privileged to be able to experience theses mysterious and transcendent sensations. Just when I smugly thought things couldn’t get any better they did.
In my 4th year of Aneros, HIH decided to hold a contest. The contest was to write a description of what Aneros meant to you and how it changed you. It was an easy challenge for me. I had many blog posts on my Word Press Blog that spoke directly to those questions. So I took a couple of my blog entries, joined them, edited them heavily and adapted them to the forum and our readers and members. After all these were readers who understood viscerally what Aneros was all about as opposed to the inexperienced regular horny readers that were the bulk of my subscribers. I am happy to report that I won the contest.
The prize for winning was the newly introduced first Aneros Syn. Although that would have been nice, I had read about the Tempo and very motivated to get one. I had just gone to the Pleasure Chest in NYC where a lovely young woman sold me an N Joy Phun Plug. Her lilting sexy description of the exquisite sensation of being penetrated by heavy cold steel created an image of an iron like cock penetrating me in my mind. She spoke of it from her own experience of using steel devices in her vagina. Her description of its ability not only sold me on the purchase but it erected my cock in the process. The device did deliver what she promised. I wanted to expand my collection with this Aneros steel toy.
So begging their indulgence when HIH notified me that I had won I asked if I could have a Tempo instead. At that time the Tempo had not been on the market that long. Happily two weeks later my Tempo arrived in the mail.
The next day I was due to go on the road for a week of work, which meant lots of alone time to experiment with my new device. I used the word device because the shiny heft and polished elegance of the Tempo gave it a medical aura. It was a turn on to just look at it.
My first night on the road I laid out the supplies on the night stand next to the bed and went to sleep. At 4 AM I woke with a raging erection, stimulated by some sexting with a lady friend I had done before I went to bed a few hours earlier.
So doing my normal prep of injecting lube and greasing the Aneros I got into position and inserted. The minute I slid the ice cold Tempo into my anus, I knew that this was going to be different, and I knew I was in for quite the session.
The sensation of the ice cold Tempo entering me did create the sensation that the girl in the store described. As the heavy hard and cold Tempo slid effortlessly into my anus I shuddered. It gave me the most powerful sensation of being penetrated. The frigid invasion of my rectum immediately sent rapturous chills up my spine.
I should say here that I love chills. From when I was a little boy I would find ways to induce chills to savor the isolating pleasure that they sent though my body; they caused my mind to slow down and focus on the exquisite sensations of rippling bliss they caused. I remember being 5 years old and laying on top of the covers in my bed at night in winter after a bath in nothing but my underwear; the cool breeze on my back caused chills that transported me to a quietly serene place deep in my mind. In that place I savored mesmerizing goose bumps that raised on my skin. That non sexual ecstasy was in reality my first experience of the rapture that Aneros would create many years later.
That initial penetration by this steel cock like implement in my hotel room was different thanm all other Aneros preenetrations I had experienced to date. This heavy cold cock like invader produced welcomed chills. They were like the first sighting of the wave of orgasmic bliss out on the horizon as I floated waiting. Then even before the chills subsided, I felt a gagging reflex in my anus. After the Tempo was seated the sensation of pleasant discomfort gathered in my rectum and grew. It was very much similar to the feeling of putting a finger down my throat. Only because of the location the gag reflex did not cause me to upchuck, instead it caused my sphincter to clamp onto the Tempo and begin reflexively contracting on it in a rhythmic pattern.
I would add at this point that this first use of the Tempo taught me how to use breathing to amplify sensation. So as I felt the Tempo create the “wave” that liftied my body, I breathed into it similar to paddling to match the forward motion of the wave under my surfboard. Suddenly I felt my pulse throb deep in my anus where the tip of the Tempo was pressing on my prostate. In response to cacophony of pleasure that was welling up in my anal canal, my anus clamped onto the end of the Tempo the Tempo forcing it to auto – fuck me. I gasped in sheer delight as I was propelled towards the orgasmic abyss I felt growing in my pelvis by the reflexive contractions that were rhythmically drawing the bulbous tip back and forth over my pulsing gland. The sensation of the end of the Tempo massaging my erect prostate and my controlled breathing carried me with e tsunami like pleasure wave. I was now at its mercy.
As the contractions increased their force, and the auto fucking intensified the sensation of sweet agony in my anus grew with them. I grasped the sheets under me as my cock root tightened in anticipation of orgasm. The wave of orgasmic ecstasy was getting so large I struggled to remain in control of my body. This was a much larger orgasm building than anything else I had ever experienced with an Aneros. I was entering a state of mind and feeling of sexual pleasure that I had never had before. I had found MY perfect anal masturbator.
As the crescendo of my orgasm got closer and closer I could feel the pleasure deep in my anus cresting. As the pleasure reached the deafening pulsing crescendo, a sense of desperation closed in on me. I was feeling such crushing hard ecstasy I was scrambling to grasp onto anything in my mind I could get hold of. I tried to savor the orgasmic bliss that was holding my lurching cock, spasming cock root and convulsing anus; my nipples were rigidly electrified. I gasped as the orgasm crested and broke on the shore of my psyche, in a crescendo that made my body quiver and my brain wail in the grip of blinding euphoria. Precum spilled from my cock slit as I whined into the pillow under my head.
To my amazement though, I was not done. Before the last spasms of agonizing ecstasy in my anus were done I felt another wave of rapturous pleasure building. Only this time the resulting crescendo happened only seconds after I felt the wave start. Once again I crashed on the orgasmic shore in writhing ecstasy. Again and again the waves pounded me leaving me struggling to breathe as my penis streamed precum at a volume that rendered my protective sheet under my cock a hot soggy mess.
The session went on for at least 90 minutes as best I can remember. When it was over I was sweating profusely. The buzz in my anus was so profound it was teasing me to continue. There was no doubt I could’ve continued but I was exhausted.
Indeed the Tempo had increased.
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