Plugging extremes

 are fascinating to watch, and I can only imagine the feeling…

Tonight I’m engaging in some cannibinoids and today, I did at least a half of a gummy. Been naked and plugged all day and now that it’s time for bed, I thought I’d write about viewing porn for longer than a half hour.

One thing I rarely write about is the effects on the anus of extreme plugging, fisting, and achieving prolapse. 

And I think here is a self-pleasuring video of an extreme butt plugging session. It enhanced my edging tonight.

So enjoy, and just know that I am plugged and naked and always happy to contribute my time to this non-monitized site, sharing it because I think both men and women, gay and straight, should include fully half their sexual equipment, the anus, the sphincter and the rectum.

And now this one He gets the horse dong in his ass and buried at least a foot deep in one fast motion

A Warm Well Lighted Place

 A Nod to Ernest Hemingway (a clean well lighted place)

While Ernest Hemingway was not an expatriate like many other American writers (i.e., James Baldwin, who lived in Paris from 1948 to 1957 and did much of his most substantial writing during those years), Hemingway spent a great deal of time as a news correspondent abroad, as well, and gained great respect for his sparse use of words in most of everything he wrote for newspapers and magazines, but it also spread to his work as a novelist and short-story writer. I’m thinking specifically of A Clean Well Lighted Place, a story that appeared in a magazine in 1933, set in a cafe (hence the clean well-lighted place) but it is a story about “nothing” and despair and certainly NOT about wearing a butt plug as a thing I do that keeps me happy and content and inspired.

I know. I know… the introduction to this post may have seemed strange, but I hope not off-putting. I’m a writer and like Hemingway, I love the physical, concrete descriptions of place, hopefully said with few words that are concrete and allows us to see the place or thing I’m talking about. I just love the picture of this guy’s deep-seated plug. I can feel what it must feel like buried almost to the point of the base of the plug slipping past the sphincter.  I’ve been in restaurants before when I used a lot of lube and suddenly felt the ring base of my Icicles #14 forcefully get shoved into the rectum, past the sphincter as the hard surface of the seat pushed the ring base just enough for it to begin the journey into the nether reaches of my large intestine. 

In a restaurant in public that made for a crisis. If I didn’t go into the public men’s room and get myself to a stall with a wet paper towel (for clean up) and dig around in my rectum to retrieve the plug as soon as possible, it would have migrated farther into my anal canal past the reach of my fingers. And would have to make an embarrassing visit to the hospital to have a doctor or assistant do a fist-job to grab the (in this case) the crystal ring base and pull it out.

I discovered the propensity of plugs and dildos stuck in my ass to go on a journey into the inner reaches of my intestines, one time, when I fell asleep with a 10-inch dildo with no base in my butt. For some fortunate reason, I had decided to attach a cord to the dildo that I could reach and pull the dildo out of my butt if I chose to shove it past the sphincter. I fell asleep, however, before I did that, and when I woke up with a very busy feeling in my gut, I felt back there and discovered, just a bare two inches of cord was sticking out of my closed anus. The cord I attached to the dildo was at least two feet long!

During my nap, the dildo had traveled way the fuck up into my intestines and presumably would have eventually encountered an obtuse left or right turn and been stopped. It’s not like there’s a straight line from my butt hole to the back of my throat.

 

There, that's better. Just illustrates my point that things can go very deep, regardless of how twisted the path may be to get there. 

Of course, all I’ve done while writing this post is to have my sacred glass plug in my rectum.

Time to Reveal a new Kink

 Men who taste their own cum….and now piss.

Over the course of time I have been living alone I have discovered that I can enhance my edging experience in ways I never dreamed possible. I still live plugged, stay naked, engage in prostate orgasm that forces the semen back into my body and doesn’t produce and ejaculation. I honestly didn’t realize this was possible, but I continued reading on the subject of prostate ejaculations, and I read with growing interest what men who use the aneros prostate massagers say about their own ejaculate-less orgasms. They are stronger and once you break through the barrier of self doubt and know a little more of what to expect prostate massage and prostate orgasms can be addictive. When I’m reaching the point of no return then pull back (which is called edging) I sometimes go into anal convulsions where the feeling explodes inside my rectum and palpitate that spot behind my ball sack between that and the anal opening. I’m disciplined enough that when I have an orgasm I don’t pull my precious glass plug out of my ass. I leave it in there and continue about my day, quite often taking the time to run my finger around the inside of my foreskin to collect that slick, shiny precum and suck it off my fingers.

Sometimes having edged for quite a while…say four hours, I feel an urgent need to piss, which is where “tasting my own piss" comes into play or at least has in recent weeks. I’d never drunk my own urine as I have been doing now for about a month. My urine is almost universally light in color and crystal clear when I hold a glass of it to the light. Sometimes it’s a bit cloudy, which I suspect comes when I have had fat food (maybe). More on the topic of the constituents of urine later on, but for now let me just say that drinking my own urine is becoming a new kind of erotic kink for my solo sexuality.  Today, for example, as I write this, I have drunk every drop of pee that I have output today, glass after glass, except for when I was in my backyard naked and needing to pee, and so I peed into my hand and splashed the piss on my face and neck and let it dry in the cool breeze of the early dark.

 

 My first time drinking my own urine was an eye popping experience, as the urine was exploding with flavors, some salty, some smooth like I don’t know a light beer? Some of the flavor was almost too strong, like the  flavor of cardamon (a cloying Indonesian spice that is often used in tea). It is this last flavor that is present in every shot of my piss that made it difficult to keep going with this experiment as far as it has now come. I tried over riding or softening the cardamon taste by mixing in various liquids to my piss. When I finally settled on lime juice, the heavens opened up and made drinking my own urine (with a lime water chaser) an erotic, cock-twitching event. I always say just writing about being plugged gives me an erection and I have to add, now, that just confessing to this new kink and writing about it makes me leak precum under my foreskin.

You can look up the constituents of urine if you want to. You will find that aside from western health articles that say drinking urine is not good for you, millions of people from around the world do it anyway, especially Ayurvedic practitioners. All that aside, I’m going to carry through with this new kink until I see evidence that it is harmful. For now…well I’m working on filling another glass with urine and have my lime-water chaser sitting off to the side.

I am happy to report that I can drink my piss all day and never feel so much as queasy. If that were the case I would give up on it. Just not yet...

The Day After

 The completely and utterly shocking win by DJT….Geez. All I could think of to do to take my mind off that horror was to get naked, stay naked, masturbate, drink my own piss and watch some good butt plugging videos. Today it’s meant to dull the pain, but I am already getting geared up for a flood of endorphine release as I edge and squeeze my sphincter hard around the borosilicate glass plug, which consists of a glass egg on the business end of the shaft, which is itself melded into a donut ring that stays outside the sphincter but pushes against it with every move I make.

Just a short masturbation with a butt plug barely showing. I like the way this guy lets the base fall out of his crack and pulls it back in with his kegals. From experience, I know that it sends a flood of sensation down the shaft of my cock and into the rectum that is hugging the plug in a warm, intimate embrace.

I know what this guy means about getting a little piggy in his shed. When I grew up on a farm I constantly had my cock out as I worked in the field. I must've jacked off in every possible square foot around the farm yard and in the field. I stayed pretty piggy on the farm, myself, I do have to admit. Back then it was a lot of very satisfying solo sex.

Last Post before election

 Relieving Tension…

Those million or so readers who have viewed this blog know that I’ve been keeping track of living with a plug in my rectum, as close to 24/7/365 as I can get, and I will assert that I accomplish this at a 90% plugged rate and have done so for 12 years.

I discovered that wearing a plug all the time, day and night every every hour of every day releases well-being endorphins into my brain and I usually have a heightened sense of well being, like that period during a good love making session with someone you love as a perfect sense of happiness. I get a little crazy with my self-sexual fulfillment during times of stress; but it sure beats taking drugs or alcohol or even smoking weed, which are all false equivalencies to real relief and well-being. Yes, my glass borosilicate plug is firmly home in my rectum as I write this. I am naked, except for a pair of underwear that is rolled up on my thighs and not covering my cock or my ass.

Yep, kinda like this guy in the photo to the left of this text. That’s not me, but we get each other. There are a lot of universal male self-sex activities I’ve discovered over the years that transcend the gay-straight spectrum.

Self-suck with a butt plug close up

I’m keeping this post short. I’ve noticed that over time, the ability to use videos from porn sites, by embedding the links have been ruined by the overlords. But let’s hope this one takes.

My friends and viewers, it’s after 3 a.m. and I slept about five hours and woke up and played with my rectum and decided it was time to write this blog. Loving being plugged; loving all my readers. Now if you don’t mind, I will lie back throw my legs over my head and shoot cum and piss into my mouth.

Living Plugged is Essential

 Living Plugged 24/7/365

The overwhelming percentage of the time, from October 2012 to July 2024...almost 12 years...I have had an Icicles #14 in my rectum. I can only estimate a percentage based on how often I have to remove the plug and how long I average getting it back in. You know, sleeping with the plug inserted in my rectum and then taking care of pooping, cleaning up and re-plugging. I also have to take into account the amount of time I have to go without the plug, depending on how cooperative my digestive process is. Generally, I can stay plugged at least 12 to 18 hours before I have to remove it, for defecation and sometimes (as rarely as I can) unplug when I go out in public and I don't want to risk having a crisis removal. You get the picture.

But with 11 years and nine months under my belt, here is a quick estimate of the total number of hours in that time I've been living plugged. I'll never reach a hundred percent of the time plugged. It is physically impossible.

• Total number of hours in 11.9 years: 104,244 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for poop & cleanup in 11.9 years: 2,172 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for digestive and other physical restrictions in 11.9 years: 6,188 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for travel and time away from home without the plug available in 11.9 years: 2000 hours

10,360 hours in 11.9 years unplugged is 9.9 or 10% of the time.

I have been plugged for 93,884 hours in 11.9 years.

And I can tell you this. This plug has never felt uncomfortable during all that time. I also freely unplug should I feel some sort of crisis digestive issue (runs or bloating and pressure just above the rectum in the colon). I do engage in other plugging activities, just for the sheer pleasure of it, which rarely leads to ejaculation but is always nice.

I do hope my fans check back occasionally for new posts, which I admit are rare these days. I just felt I didn't have much new to add, but I have to say as always that I just love living with a plug in my rectum. I never fail to get hard just talking about it, and one of the other activities I engage in besides just having the plug in my ass, is playing with my rectum when it is unplugged and I just explore that wonderful, accepting flesh inside the rectum and then slide the plug slowly slowly back in, feeling everything part to allow for the plug, always familiar to the rectum flesh, the muscles, the nerve endings. The plug is home now, where it has been for 12 wonderful years, 12 years free of hemorrhoids, the best time of my life having to do with self-love and contentment.