masturbators said:

I have a major project I’m supposed to be working on, due in June. It’s something that I enjoy and want to do well on. And yet … and yet … all I can think of is masturbation. I want to do it, to blog about it, to chat about it. I can keep my thoughts focused on the project for a few minutes or maybe an hour, but masturbation is always in the background, calling to me. I’m like a swimmer in a strong current: I can make progress, but it’s an effort; and when I relax for just a moment I’m swept away.

I know why I’m like this. Years of masturbating, especially long slow marathon edging, have burned the urge deep into my brain. It’s always there, waiting for me to give in. I’m everything the anti-masturbation sites warn about.

Has chronic masturbation brought you to this point? Can you still concentrate when you need to?

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I clearly cannot concentrate.  I genuinely think if it weren’t for masturbation, I could be president, or a senator…..or something.  But that is an "if" the size of Texas.  I can no more quit masturbating–and all of my supportive kinks along with it–than I could breathing.

Luckily, the Good Lord blessed me with a decent amount of skills, so I can function decently in society at what is really only about "half throttle". 

What a blessing and a curse!

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I always think of the same thing: how much better off in life’s material and spiritual rewardsI could have been if not for the constant insatiable companion between my legs. But as you say, a blessing and a curse. So few males ever know the intensity of gratification that we enjoy every day as chronic masturbators.

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I know I’m late but just read this. Used to be a much bigger problem
when I was single.
Oddly enough it became a problem with the first Onania group! So much
to read and view (and play with my cock to) that it really took up a
lot of time. I tend to go thru phases. I’ll waste a ton of time
masturbating daily for awhile then get real busy with other stuff and
slow down.
I went on a trip a couple weeks ago and had to go several days without
it! Thought I was gonna explode. (And did when I was able.) Had to
stop by a vacant home I’m selling for a half hour, so I bought some
old porn at a pop culture store and jacked off in the empty house
which was fun…almost wish I could have spent hours there doing it
over and over.
Good thing about my job is that the deadlines are insane when work
comes in so it forces me to hunker down, then I jack off after I’m
done as my reward.
One of the only good things about not having the old site is that I
was able to focus and concentrate more.
(Now I just have to balance this new one!)

a masturbator said:

That’s how I define myself … solosexual.  I am totally and
completely addicted to masturbation.  It’s not for lack of willing
partners.  I have a wife and have had a girlfriend on the side.  It’s
just that nothing is as hot for me as the pleasure I give myself.
Given the opportunity, I cannot resist spending the entire day or
weekend lost in masturbation and porn.

My memories of being compulsive masturbator go back to when my
grandmother caught me doing it when I was 6 years old.  I may have
been masturbating before that but I have such wonderful memories of
my nasty fun since that day.  Some groups discourage childhood
discussions.  So, let’s just leave it with the fact that I was a very
kinky little boy.

I just joined the group a day or so ago.  I’m ususally more of a
lurker.  But, I saw some familiar names.  And, I even came yesterday
reading some of the posts from you little hotties.  Just had to
introduce myself.

Of course, I’m interested in the recent posts about pornography.
Porn has always been at the core of my masturbation.  It began with
the underwear section of the Sears catalog.  When I was a little
older, I began riding my bicycle to the drug store to shoplift
Playboy magazines.  I’ve always had a huge collection hidden away to
feed my playtime.  Unlimited internet porn has been the most
wonderful thing that has happened to me.

I’ve always been pushing my masturbation envelope…always looking
for something a little more kinky or nasty to do to myself.  The
internet has allowed my tastes in porn to mirror my kink of the
moment … no kink has been too far out for me … but, regardless of
the kink, I’m always looking for those scenes that focus on people
enjoying their genitals.

In recent years, I seem to really enjoy pics and moves of naked hard
men pleasuring theselves or just displaying themselves for everyone’s
enjoyment.  I can so identify with how they are feeling  …  hot,
hard and totally sexed up.  Really don’t care about the labels of
straight or gay.  The only one that applies to me is solosexual.

I know I’m totally out of control … musturbation is my life … and
I love everything about it.

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Matt said:

Many men say they are masturbaters, solosexual, batersexual… but to what extent? I have met some men that claim they are complete baters - but they end up being guys that love to jack off (and maybe want a little more) unlike myself. I define masturbater, solosexual, batersexual as even a higher sense of masturbatory level. When I masturbate my penis - I masturbate my brain and body as well. I BECOME a masturbater. A complete dumb mindless masturbator. I become masturbation. The masturbation becomes me. My penis needs my attention and it needs to be worshiped through masturbation. When my penis calls for an all night masturbation masturbatory session - I obey it. I set up my masturbatorium at home, in motel rooms, or where ever it wants me to masturbate it. Lots of pornography, lots of male photos, lots of intense verbal stimulation through masturbation files/music, male voices, and I get heavy stupid and dumb on my penis. Completely nude and out of control on my penis. Talking to it - cock babbling at myself, hanging my penis, nipples, anus hole… they need to be exposed… flexing posing and just plain getting so fucked up and stupid on myself for my penis. I become this masturbation zombie for hours - usually 7 - 10 hours of stupic gooned masturbater bliss in the masturbatorium. The longer the more stupid I get. Dumb on my beautiful phallus dong. So dumb… so stupid, so completely masturbatory that I am nothing more than a masturbation idiot. I talk to myself in the mirrors coaching myself to get more deeper in masturbation… I look at men (nude and clothed) online and they make me even more masturbatory - as if I can hear them telling me to get more dumb on dong. I get perved and narcissistic. I talk to my penis, anus, nips, bush, and pits. I look at phallus’ and worship them in lust online. It is intense and I love to get so deep into my masturbation in my masturbatorium. I always try to get deeper and deeper and dumber and dumber every session. My masturbation is an event - not just a jack off session. I love to jack off — but I live for my masturbatorium sessions! Nude - long - deep - hard - stupid - dumb - chronic! I AM A SERIOUS HARDCORE MASTURBATOR! If you truly know what I am - then you also know serious masturbation. Get dumb on dong!

A masturbator said:

I have been masturbating without understanding what I was doing since i was 6. All I knew is that it was naughty and shouldn’t get caught. I was sent to bed early one night as punishment and couldn’t sleep, so I pulled my underpants off and started rubbing my soft little weiner against the sheet. I did it for quite a long time and eventually fell asleep. The very next night i was actually anxious to go to bed so I could do it again. Then I would think about it most of the day, and soon started humping on stuff outdoors. If it was wintertime or rainy, I did it in the attic of a barn we had, on an old couch stored up there (wasn’t even ours).

All was ok until I was 8 and got caught by mom. She got really mad! >From then on I was super careful and did it more often than not outside. Once I could squirt cum, anothe problem came up……how to hide it. Now that I could cum, I did it 2-3 times a day, and while outdoors was no problem, I had to hide the results from my mom when I humped indoors.

I would hump and cum on my hankie so that took care of hiding it. Since I started out doing it naked, I preferred it that way, but after all that thrashing and humping, my undies would get lost at the foot of the bed, so I took to just pulling them off one leg. I especially liked to hump naked in the woods after school.

Once I started working and did a little traveling, the first thing I would do is buy a stroke mag or 2 and check in to the hotel, where I got naked and humped both beds and the floor. All day long I would think about getting back to the room and humping again. I always left the mags and the cum in the room.

Happily married now, and wife is fine with my obsession since she caught me doing it in the garage about a year after we got married. She even helped me hump during her period, so no complaints at all. But as time went on, I wanted to hump more than have sex with her. I really am obsessed with masturbating and have read all I can find about it, both male and female, and I do it every time she leaves the house as well as after she’s asleep upstairs. I used to ’save some cum’ for her but now I don’t care. I even fake it if I have to.

For a several years now i’ve humped on the phone with both male and female partners that also hump. Finding a site like this to share is a blessing to all of us.

JOel said:Got up Monday. Meant to go to office; I really did. But never made it. Stroked all day, and all night, until I passed out from toe-curled, porn-soaked popper-hazed cum-covered stroke-exhaustion.

Woke up Tuesday. Again, thought I’d start the day with a couple hours of bate. That turned into about 6 1/2 hours. Never got to the office that day either.

Wednesday, I didn’t even get out of bed. Dick was in my hands when I opened my eyes. Got to office in mid-afternoon.

Thursday I went into the office and got stuff done. Hooray. But that had a whole lot more to do with the fact that my partner was at home on vacation. If he’d been at work, I’m pretty sure I’d have blown off Thursday too.

Here I am, on Friday … in the waning hours of my 2006 workyear. I’m supposed to check out for vacation in four hours and MUST get some stuff done before I go. But am I working on that stuff? Duh! Of course not. No, instead, I’m here at the office — stroking and surfing. So as soon as I finish this post, I’m gonna reach for the Fleshlight in my file drawer, take out the poppers from my bag, and go to it. Just a quick jerk. Really. (Uh, huh. Sure. Does anyone really believe that? It’s more likely that I’ll be on the phone lines within the hour.)

Is this healthy? Am I risking negative job consequence? Undermining my 20 year relationship? Who the fuck cares. I’m in love with my penis and I can’t keep my hands off it. I am severely addicted. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Moe writes

I couldn’t wait for my wife to leave for work so I could get online and masturbate, just as I did for over 6 hours yesterday. I am helpless against this addiction and can’t cut down even a little. All I do now is keep myself completly naked and masturbate when I’m home alone even with lots needing to be done. I surf the internet and chat rooms almost all day when I don’t have to work at my job. I’m completly impotent and can’t make love to my wife for years now, yet I can’t even cut down on my masturbation nor do I want to. I lock the doors after my wife leaves for work, strip naked if I’m not already naked, (usually I am), run for the vaseline and get online. I don’t answer the door or the phone I just masturbate my limp penis hour after hour and I love it more than I can say. My only regrets are not being able to make love to my wife when she wants it, and needing to masturbate so much that I don’t get anything done. She catches me every sat. and sun. when I go back to bed after breakfast and joins me sometimes.

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Moe said:

I finally got a day off yesterday.
I spent six hours masturbating my limp dick coated with vaseline and had a great orgasm. Today I’m off as well and have a list of things that I need to get done, but, I’m naked and masturbating again and I can’t stop. I was at it from the minute my wife left until about 45 minutes ago when I came. That took about 3.5 hours of my day. I made one necessary business phone call and was going to take a shower and get stuff done. Instead I’m back at this computer covered in vaseline again masturbating. I just can’t help it or control it anymore when I’m home alone. I know it won’t be long before my wife finds out how chronic and addicted I really am and the real reason why I can’t get an erection or make love. I guess when you masturbate as much as I do and without an erection you simply lose the ability to get hard no matter what the circumstances. I no longer masturbate because I want to, but, because I have to…

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An edging masturbator said:

I was reminded today of how virtually uncontrollable the raw URGENCY to edge can become and how potentially hazardous our edging trade can be. Here’s the short tale:

Went to gym as per usual, worked out studiously as per programme, admired self in mirrors, observed the built, the young, the hung and the wannabes. Randiness City. Slipped into a stall in the men’s room to edge for a while, gliding along on the silicone lube I carry in my gym bag, had some gorgeous mind-buzzing edges, gagging in the awkward bass and treble resonance of me own voice box, so here comes the rush, and another … ooohhh, aaahhhh…. but couldn’t stay very long, because a guy living in my neighbourhood had asked for a ride back home after workouts. So I dutifully stopped, pulled my T-shirt over my shorts to conceal le général in full dress uniform… collected my neighbour and dropped him at his gates (wifey no doubt awaiting his arrival).

During the drive my cock was feeling full and deliciously horny, but after I had dropped off my neighbour, le général ordered a full- scale offensive and “steeled” himself against any protestations I may come up with to delay the immediate resumption of summiteering the contours of male pleasure. By the time I reached my drive-way, I was blinded by lust. More…

Dave said:

I am a mature man of 58 yo from UK. I was about 10 when I began to masturbate. Over the years and as I got into my 20 then 30s I slowly found that I fantasized less about sex with females, and instead found my mind concentrating on the sensations in my cock and testicles. I also found that by experimenting I could delay ejaculating and make the great sensations spread throughout my whole body.

As years passed, I discovered that I began to think about masturbation as a sex form in its own and I began to lose interest in other sex forms than masturbation. The internet helped me a lot with plenty of offers of porn under any form and when I became aware that there were plenty of other people who also masturbated . The internet also gave me the opportunity to post my videos and pictures of me naturally masturbating on a great number of sites.

Now I am completely chronic and addicted masturbator, I cannot do without it and go through every aspect of it. Masturbation is the complete sex form in itself. So now when I masturbate I either focus totally on all parts of my body, or fantasize about masturbation scenarios. I also fantasize about other masturbators and am turned on by masturbation photos and videos, including hundreds I take of myself and which I post all over. To feed masturbation, I developed complementary behaviours. As a strong exhibitionist, I take particular pleasure masturbating outside on beaches or forests, out of windows in hotels.. To make masturbatory moments more intense, I film myself wanking wearing female underwear, including bra, panties or nylons. I masturbate with dildos deeply inserted in my butt. More recently I started a combination of masturbation and water sport…

I am so completely addicted to masturbating that I can hardly describe the addiction, I am completely in love with it and can`t do without it. I can spend up to 6 hours a day, naked in my house, doing nothing else but stroking my dick, filming myself. I neglect all other work and only my profession gives me a break. I am married, but have not made love to my wife for years nor have I approached anyone else’s pussy either. The need for masturbation is so strong and urging. The only thing that will settle me down and make me relax is to get my cock hard and feel that very first slow gentle caress down it.

I am prepared to display, post and distribute any explicit material of me masturbating

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