Multiple Os

It’s now 12:50 am. I’m tired. I’ve been reading too late into the night again.

But “there’s always time for a quickie,” I thought. “I can head to bed around 1:00 am.”

I’m sober for this session. No alcohol. No weed. I want this session to reflect my average nighttime quickie. I plan to report my orgasms with my Simple Time Tracker app. I spent this morning setting it up. I created a button for each type of orgasm that I’d most likely have with my selected toys out of my arsenal (See Appendices A-C.).

Tracking orgasms with a phone is new to me. I have done it before with a score counter, but this time is different. I will be reporting what type of orgasm I’m having and the beginning and end of each instance, not just the total times I cum. I will also need to look at the screen to make sure I’m reporting the right type of orgasm(s) and hitting the start and stop button for each orgasm.

My room is dark. I’m comfy in bed. I grab my phone and open my Simple Time Tracker app. I disrobe and grab my We Vibe Tango X and Domi 2 out of my bedside dresser. I grab a soft sock to put over the Domi 2 and a soft cloth to put between the We Vibe and my cock. I like to have something comfy in between me and the vibrators. It also makes for some easy clean up.

I tuck myself in to keep warm from my chilly room. I lay my half-flaccid penis pointing to my belly button. I turn on my Domi 2 and place it between my legs. I flex my legs and butt cheeks together to hold it firmly against my asshole. I turn on the We Vibe and place it on my frenulum, feeling it through the soft cloth. I’m hard within seconds.

Only a minute and 40 seconds in, and I’m already cumming. I feel the orgasms build, reveal themselves, and then fade away. My pleasure grows, building and blending to new heights. Only seconds apart, my cock… my ass… again. Cumming.

My mind is a void and furthers into this void with every orgasm. In a autoerotic poise with my breath held in orgasmic tension, I exhale breathily and almost intelligibly murmur “fuck I’m cumming, my cock is cumming, my ass is cumming…. Again…. Cu cu cu cumming cumming cumming.”

As soon as I touch my phone to report one orgasm, I cum again and report another. My finger tabbing my phone again and again.

My orgasms are like lights flickering on and off, staying on as I cum and dimming when and if there is a break in between them. The lines that separate the orgasms seem to blur or at least become intelligible to me.

As I enter status orgasmus, I feel what was once a chain of orgasms occuring seconds apart become one endless orgasm. An orgasm that continues on and on, as if the orgasm, for whatever reason, forgot to fade away before its next return.

My ass, my cock. They are exploding. Not just contracting, exploding. Sensation that builds and then explodes. My cock lights up, shining brighter and brighter with every cum.

I must have came about 20 times by now. I feel drunk, increasingly cum-drunk. The high of repetitive floods of orgasmic chemistry reacts. Like subspace. Might I call it orgasm-space, an alternated state induced by cumming my brains out.

I move the We Vibe from my frenulum down to the base of my penis and lower the speed, not wanting to finish yet. This, time my ass and cock orgasm at the same time. My ass, my cock exploding at the same time. Like my cock was going to explode like some grunt in Halo 2 or an over-microwaved hotdog, or the rung of my ass was going to blow off my body.

The more I came, the more I wanted to finish, knowing the fall from this orgasmic height must be throbbing and convulsing. At the same time, I knew I had it in me to continue this orgasmfest for the next hour.

I turn the We Vibe to high and press it into my frenulum to finish. My body convulses. My back and arms tingle with an enhanced ASMR-like sensation as I finish onto the soft cloth, hardly managing to wiggle my finger just enough to stop my Simple Tracker App at the final glimpse of orgasm.

I set my phone by my side for the night.

I lay there motionless collecting myself in a daze. I’m cum-drunk. Dehydrated. Slightly cum-sick.

All those orgasmic chemicals don’t leave their vessel the moment it docks. They stay the night. They leave me both cum-drunk and horny as I fight sleep.

Two hours later, I wake up with my cock in my hand, furiously masturbating.

Again, I sleep and awake. My cock in my hand again, moments later, furiously masturbating.

I could not resist.