masturbators said:
My name is Ric and I am a chronic Masturbator. I discovered the joys
of self pleasure at about the age of 11. Long before I had my first
ejaculation I learned by rubbing my penis I could make it "feel
good". As I got older I relied on masturbation more and more I
remember running home from high school and locking myself in the
bathroom with my vaseline (my lube of choice then). Somewhere I had
learned the fine are of lubing my hard cock I think it was jacking
with a buddy one afternoon. If I wasnt hooked before I was certainly
hooked after that. I came to look forward to my jack sessions and
collected porn from wherever I could to facililtate it. I discovered
my fathers porn stash and I was off…….
I dont know when I realized I was different from other guys but in
looking back I was different from other guys once I hit puburty.
Everyday at least once a day has been my motto for over 30 years. I
for years was ashamed of my addiction although I wasnt calling it
that at the time. I discussed it with no one. The internet came
along with its endless porn and there was no stopping me then. Still
ashamed and frustrated by what I saw as a failing or flaw in my make
up. About 5 years ago I first applied the term chronic to my
addiction as I went out on the internet more I found loads of porn
but also alot of guys that were in the same situation as me. It has
helped knowing I am not alone. In the past year I have become more
and more interested in my addiction and making sense of it. I enjoy
chatting with others like myself and being able to be completely open
without fear of ridicule etc.
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For me those feelings of being different occurred long before I
realized it was an addiction.
When I was 15 I used to spend at least 2 or 3 days at home alone
masturbating all day which eventually resulted in me getting kicked
out of school for non-attendance, but the only thing that bothered me
about that was my parents insisting if I wasn’t going to school then
I had to get a job. Damn it, that was the end for a while of my all
day sessions that I enjoyed so much.
In my early 20s I shared a house with a couple of friends and each
weekend my housemates and workmates would be out clubbing and doing
other things while I chose to stay at home in my room and masturbate
for hours. If I did go out it was usually to buy more wanking
material. That was when it became undeniable to me that I was
different from at least most others, but being young with no
responsibilities what did it matter if I spent so much time on
something I enjoyed so much. So there wasn’t a reason to think of it
as an addiction.
A number of years later, after my marriage, I was living alone with
the unlimited stimulus of the internet available to me. Suddenly all
my spare time was totally devoted to masturbation - talking about it,
reading about it and doing it. There would be times I would take the
day off work because I was too tired from being up all night
masturbating or because I couldn’t resist the urge to stay home and
do it instead of going to work. Now I was thinking of it as an
obsession, but what the heck, I was having the most fantastically
intense sessions and mind blowing orgasms I had ever experienced so I
was totally happy with being an obsessive masturbator.
In the last few years I’ve gained responsibilites that have brought
home the fact that I’m addicted to self-pleasuring. Also as I’ve
gotten older I’ve become more and more aware of the things I have
failed to and probably never will acheive because of the large amount
of my life I have spent pleasuring my cock. For a while I thought it
was something I could change about myself, but I’ve finally realized
that it’s part of who I am. Doesn’t matter if I’m wanking myself
stupid every night or just having a quick wank when the horniness
becomes too much of a distraction, I am a masturbation addict and
always will be. Rather than something that can be changed, it’s a
a matter of finding a balance. Greatly restricting the amount of time
I indulge in my favorite past-time makes me unhappy but doing it to
the exclusion of anything else eventually has the same affect. So
nowadays I’m working on integrating it into a fuller life but right
at the moment I’m enjoying being naked, fondling and stroking my cock
while enjoying the thought that being a masturbation addict group,
most of the members will also be pleasuring their cock while reading
this.
For me, it was not stashes of Playboy, in fact, I don’t even care for Playboy at all, rather, it was the exposure to pregnant gals, who had otherwise slenderly builds and were attractive, but were as early as 2 months to as late as 7 months, wearing only their bra tops and tight short shorts, cresting over their ever showing bellies that got me hookedfor sure since I was 12, had my 1st speedo, my 1st speedo boner—then cum—all in 1 day thanks to an apartment house neighbor, attractive, pregnant in her bra and maternity short shorts, how the front of her maternity short shorts crested way up over her pregnant belly, sunbathing poolside at the apartment complex outside my upstairs apartment bedroom window, since then, I can’t wear speedos without these sexually arousing flashbacks at all, it’s a deep seeded secret of mine, I’m hooked.