Prostatic Orgasm (Progasm)

I discovered progasm at a point in my life where I was ready to break some of my old taboos and start experimenting with my body.

I had often fantasized about getting fucked - I would oftentimes finger-fuck myself over my underwear at night - but never knew I could more fully give these sensations to myself.

At that point, 'quite by chance', I came across some articles on the internet that referred to progasm.

It's interesting that I had never before encountered anything similar, although intermittently, for years, I'd been searching the net for a way to relieve my sexual frustration without masturbating.

Why didn't I want to masturbate? The reason I did not want to masturbate was the religious guilt I associated it with, as well as the sense of death-depression-frustration that accompanied it.

Perhaps these feelings were all self-provoked, as I remember that when I first discovered masturbation as a teeneager, I was excited to find a way to relieve my sexual tension.

The way I discovered masturbation is a s follows: from time to to time, secretions would develop around my glans that would cause it to itch.

One day I was in the bathroom and trying to relieve that itch by rubbing my penis.

And then, all of a sudden, I felt this wave overcome me and these uncontrollable sensations - from what I can recall now, decades later - that led to my first waking ejaculation; I was about 14 at that time.

I say 'waking', because of course I'd ejaculated before in my sleep - one time I recall specifically I had a wet dream dreaming of my next door neighbor holding his cock in his hand.

That happened at our summer home during my afternoon nap.

Ahh, those afternoon naps, how wonderful they were.
I would slip under the sheets with the air conditioner on and delve into my comic books until I fell asleep.

Time just seemed to go by more slowly back then, I just seemed to have more time for everything back then.

After my first jerk-off, I quickly figured out what was happening and proceeded to 'recreate' the sensation many times over in the privacy of our bathrooms.

I would hunt out provocative images in the magazines next to the can and create very 'intimate' relationships with them.

Some times I would get creative and just rub one off against any solid object I could find anywhere aroung the house, like the leg of my study.

I was happy I'd found a way to relieve my sexual anxiety.

And then it happened...

I came across some religious texts that condemned masturbation as a deadly sin

They praised celibacy as an angelic condition.

Around that time, I was also increasingly tense about my homosexuality and so I embraced these texts and these teachings

I wanted to become a monk, to join a monastery

I gave away many of my possessions in preparation for becoming a monk

I started trying to abstain from masturbation, thinking it would make me an angel on earth

When I managed to do that for a few days, I felt happy, I felt I was becoming pure

However, predictably, I oftentimes would 'fall from grace'...

Sometimes I would see a picture of a sexy young man in a magazine and would have to rub myself

Oftentimes I would try to prevent myself from ejaculating by tensing my perineal muscles, crossing my legs hard and straining

Sometimes this would stop me from coming, other times it would result in a small amount of cum and other times it would fail

And when it failed, I was miserable...

I felt guilty, felt like a fallen angel, I felt damned. I would seek out a priest - no matter what time of day or night it was - to confess my deadly sin...

I remember one priest one night was puzzled at my sadness and devastation for the 'mortal sin' I had commited...

I had abandoned an important professional function and sought him out to rid myself of my unbearable guilt...

In general, trying to keep myself form masturbating would fill me with sexual tension and would be a constant cause of frustration.

One night, I remember being so horny, and on the other hand, wanted so much to prevent myself from rubbing one out, that I found myself running naked in the street in the middle of the night, in an effort to relieve my sexual tension (you see, at that time I would jog in order to let out some 'steam'). I barely avoided being run over by a truck that was speeding towards me from the opposite direction, I could have been killed. Imagine the newspaper title the next day 'Naked young man run over by truck during early morning hours' - imagine my parents' surprise...

And then something else unexpected happened (you can only suppress your sexuality so much before it brekas through): I began having the urge to look at other people innappropriately. I looked at women's breasts and mens' cocks as I was talking to them. I could not control myself. My long battle with social anxiety and isolation had begun...

Fast-forward a few years

I am completely disillusioned with my previous beliefs

I have suppressed my sexuality for so many years and I am now professionally destroyed and I feel that my marginalization, because of my lack of sexual fulfillment, is in part to blame

I am sitting on my bed surfing the net one night and miraculously, I stumble upon a site about prostatic massage

I find more material, the wikipedia article etc.

I wonder if this is the answer to my problem, my sexual frustration

I go to the bathroom and start sticking my finger up my ass, but without lube - it's kind of uncomfortable that way but exciting and interesting - I wonder how far I have to go to find my prostate. The journey has begun...

I spent the next few weeks, whenever I was alone and had the time, fingering myself (with 'homemade' lube this time!!), externally stimulating my anus and perineum and enjoying these new sensations.

Fingering oneself is fine, you get in touch with your body and everything, but it tends to be somewhat uncomfortable and also the finger is not long enough to reach far enough up the ass - you need a prostate massager to do the work for you

So I decided to buy my first Aneros prostate massager.

I had read all the reviews and testimonials for this product but did not really know what to expect

Here's what I've discovered:

Progasm takes your breath away and makes you gasp for air

Progasm feels as though you have a little pussycat between your legs that licks your anus and sends waves of pleasure throughout your body

Progasm feels like a sweet pulsating constricting nostalgia

The pleasure of progasm makes you gasp for air

Progasm makes you tense and cross your legs to control the wave of pleasure

Progasm makes you hold your forehead in your right hand because you can't take the pleasure anymore

Progasm makes you grunt

The waves come and go in varying rates and frequencies

At moments it becomes explosive and makes you lose control of whatever you happen to be doing in those moments

You moan

You groan

You sometimes weep from the sensation of sweetness you feel

At the same time, you feel the pain of existence and the sweetness of existence

You utter dirty words to yourself

You touch your head

You squint

Your legs quiver

You have the sensation of a drop of precum traveling down your urethra

Your perineal musculature pulsates now slowly now violently, now quietly again

Progasm makes you feel like a bad puppy

Progasm takes away the existential pain of living, if only for a while

Progasm is a slow-burning orgasm that comes in waves and lasts for hours, especially if you're relaxed and in private, but really under any other circumstances as well

Progasm makes you want to hold on to something for sentimental support

Progasm, when more intense, makes you flail your arms in the air from the overwhelming pleasure

Progasm makes you squint and contract and tense your perioral and other facial muscles with pleasure

Progasm fills you with light

Progasm 'awakens' your pelvic and perineal musculature and trains it to contract to your pleasure - it's like activating a whole new part of your neuromusculature

Progasm is like a pussy purring constantly up your ass

Progasm fills your legs with warmth

If, after learning progasm, you stop practicing it for a while, you feel a knot up your ass, a light, sweet pain up there, that calls for you to quench it by shoving something up there.

You might try external massage e.g. with a vibrating 'bullet'-type massager, but it just doesn't cut it...

Progasm makes you wimper and sigh like a little girl

Progasm lets you know when your body has been satisfied

All these things happen spontaneously, beyond your will

The zeniths of orgasm happen unexpectedly

Progasm makes you gasp for air

Progasm feels stranger than paradise

Some days you need something up your ass for hours and hours

Other days you're cool

You can never know which will be which

Progasm awakens your body sexually

Progasm awakens your sexual self

Progasm makes your whole body erogenous

Progasm makes every point of your body erogenous

Progasm makes the most subtle movements and stretches potentially orgasmogenic

We talk about orgasm as 'getting your rocks off'

However, it is not your balls that cause you to be horny

Therefore, the expression 'blue balls' is also unfortunate

It is the congestion of your prostate with secretions that causes you to seek relief

In the past, in time of war, a doctor would internally massage soldiers' prostates to relieve their 'pelvic congestion'