Prostate massage “Male G-spot stimulation” and why men keep returning.

What It really feels like - and why they can’t stop.

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I am a massage therapist with 12 years of experience. The majority of my clients are women, although there is a consistent inflow of men, often middle-aged (40s and 50s) who are married, successful, and stressed, who reserve the 90-minutes of personal time, and request hopefully, the 90-minute prostate work. They don’t say it loud. They mutter it as the door closes, with their heads turned away, and low voice. They’re nervous. They’re curious. They are in need of something that they never confessed that they need. The initial inquiry of a man, I clarify it to him: prostate massage is not gay sex. It is about the male G-spot, a walnut-sized gland located within the rectum which, when touched in the right way, will give orgasms that are absolutely different than those of the penis. Deeper. Fuller Whole-body.

According to some men, it is an inside-out process. Others tell me it is as though the orgasm went off in my toes, and ran through me like a wave. A lot of them say they never took it that hard in their lives.

The setup is simple. He lies face down on the table. I wear gloves, lots of lubrication, a toy of some small curvy shape or simply fingers. I begin external - rubbing perineum (between balls and anus) to loosen up the muscles. Ridiculously slow circles, soft pressure. Breathing instructions: “Breath in deep, breath out slowly. When he is in a relaxed state I inquire whether he is ready. One finger at a time-- greased with heavy lube, and dipping in slowly, only the tip. I wait. Let him adjust. Then further, swerving to the belly button. The prostate is hard and smooth as a walnut. When I strike it I strike a slow rhythmic tap-tap-tap. His breathing is altered instantly. A low groan. Hips lifting slightly. “Oh fuck,” he whispers.

I put in another finger with some men - reaching out, opening, pushing in. The other hand rubs his cock - firm, slow strokes with the internal rhythm. The mixture is appalling. External pressure of the prostate + internal stroking + penile stimulation. The orgasm is constructed in another way not sharp and localized, but deep, rolling, unstoppable.

When he comes, it’s intense. Others are tough men,--shooting ropes on the table. Others have dry orgasm- full body convulsions, shaking, moaning, not ejaculation at first, then some drip at a later time. Others weep, literal tears, not out of suffering, but out of liberation. They shake for minutes after. Legs trembling. Breath ragged. Eyes glassy.

I wash him then with warm towels, slow, gentle strokes over his cock, his balls, his inner thighs. I assist him to change position, shroud him with a new sheet, apply a cool cloth on his eyes. Let him float. Most men have 10-15 minutes of silence as they digest whatever has just occurred. They don’t talk much after. They just breathe. Then they rise gradually, still trembling in their legs, and say: I did not realize that it could happen.

That was the best orgasm I had ever had. “I feel different.”

They also tip heavily; 200-500 dollars in cash, and reserve a room once more before they go. Same time. Same room. Same therapist. Why do they keep returning? Since nothing else provides them with that. Regular sex is great. Penile orgasms are great. However, there is something deeper about prostate stimulation and that is a whole body and full of energy experience that seems to begin in the heart and spreads. It, many men declare, is the closest they have ever come to a female orgasm -waves of pleasure, aftershocks that persist long after the orgasm. They’re not gay. They’re not confused. They are simply men who have learned to enjoy an aspect of their bodies that the society had instructed them to disregard. And when they touch it once, when they go so hard that they lose sight and the entire body tremples, they cannot undo it. Without something they cannot go back to the normal orgasms. Most are married. Most love their wives. The majority of them are not seeking an affair.

They simply desire to be set free. They desire to be wanted without necessarily working. They would like to give themselves up, an hour, no anticipation, no performance, just sheer, unadulterated pleasure. They leave calmer. Lighter. More patient at home. They sleep better. They are more hospitable to their families. The unceasing tension is lost several days. And as it begins to build once more, mid-week, when the strain comes back, they recall the cedar room, the red light, the fingers within and the hand without flawless coordination.

So they keep coming back. Every month. Same appointment. Same therapist. Because after having experienced that sort of profound, full-body release, after having come so thoroughly that your mind makes no noise and your body sings, you don’t stop.

The table is always ready. The lube is always warm. The door always locks. And once in a month they come back-- so flushed and grateful and renewed-- since once you have tried that sort of yielding. you never wish to forget what it is like to be emptied so much.

Disclaimer: This story is rated 18+, please know that readers discretion is highly recommended. This article is only for education, information and fun, no hate or discrimination. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

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