The first and one of the only sexual experiences I have had with another person (as far as I can remember) was with a friend. His name was Bobby. We were about oh, I would say, maybe 10 to 12 years old. I certainly can’t remember the details as to how that happened. My memory is not able to focus on things for very long. Same as real life.

Anyway as I am getting lost in the details, suffice it to say Bobby and I touched the ends of our penises together. The heads. Skin to skin. I don’t believe that I was masturbating at that age. How cool is that. The penis knows what it wants. It will find a way on it’s own if it has to.

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“Tent in your pants”. That was mentioned in the TV show ‘Community’ that I watched via tape delay this evening. My mind as it so often does, began to wander.

I think it would be neat to find a female who would be willing to tell me about the first time that she could see that she was responsible for causing a tent in a guys pants. She could go into details of what she was thinking to herself. Could it be that at that instant, no matter how young or old she was at the time, she understood the power over men that she, as a women, possessed.

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For me, I would love to cum while I was giving a massage to a naked female while I was naked also. Just think about how many ways you can touch and feel a females body all over. It gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. I would be all over that body with a fine tooth comb. That would be so much fun.

I would like to believe that I would be giving the female just what she needs. I am not talking about driving her crazy over her body, no, I mean starting her journey where she ends up having an orgasm for herself.

She would feel how soft and gentle my hands could be as I try to touch nerve endings that have never felt that way before. Everywhere. Hands, arms, head, torso, legs, feet. Each communicating to her minds eye how much I do adore curves. Oh, that would feel so good.

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When the male subject is having intercourse with the female I often get a kick out of watching the guys balls clanging off of the the females anatomy (her anal area).  When I see his ball sack rocking back end forth while ramming the female with his penis and his ball sack hits her with his forward thrust, I have got to admit that I enjoy watching it.

What really turns me on about watching males while watching porn is when the guys ball sack tightens up while he is thrusting into her. I don’t understand what is happening, but when the guys balls rise up and are on either side of the guys penis shaft, I like seeing that. I really like thinking about how good it must feel when that happens. Those feelings going from the balls to the brain must make the feelings going from the penis to the brain so much more enjoyable. It makes my own penis start to throb right now just thinking about it. It’s that powerful a dream to me.

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I’ve been a habitual masturbator for most of my life and an admitted addicted masturbator for over 5 years. And I’ve always wondered how or why I’ve been this way, but I highly suspect I inherited my strong sexual desires from my mom. Looking back, there are several clues to my suspicion, which I’ll relate now and in future posts. One day a machine appeared in the basement at my house and I asked my mom what it was. She didn’t answer me. but I didn’t press her for an answer. I became more and more curious about this machine and its purpose, so I asked her again some time later, and she told me it was to help her reduce weight. She was a fairly petite woman at 5’ 4” and 110 lbs, so I still was a bit confused, because I couldn’t picture how she could lose weight with this machine. The machine was made of steel, with 3 rollers on top, and it was at such a height that all you could do was sit on it. So I concluded it was for losing weight in the butt. I could hear the machine running in the evenings, so I figured mom was using it to lose weight, But I was still intrigued, as kids usually are, and I asked her to show me how she used the machine, but she just ignored me. Looking back now, its obvious she was using the machine to masturbate. And what still intrigues me to this day is that my dad had to know what this machine was used for, because he had to be the one that bought it for her; she didn’t work at the time. She must have been a seriously horny bitch to purchase such a big masturbating machine, place it out in the open in the basement, and use it every night. My dad has a huge cock, so my mom must have been getting reamed pretty good. All I can say is that she must have been a highly sexed, wanton woman in heat. So that’s why I suspect my strong sexual drive came from her.

via The Batehole, My Sexual History: Mom’s Masturbation Machine.

Sometimes when I get really deep into my masturbation, I’ll start chanting about penis.

penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis

I love my penis. I love my penis. I love my penis.

I love my penis. I love my penis. I love my penis.

masturbate, masturbate, masturbate, masturbate

penis masturbation is my life

I’m a masturbator, I’m a masturbator, I’m a masturbator

I masturbate my penis all the time.

I love masturbating my penis. My penis masturbation rules my life.

I can’t stop masturbating, I can’t stop masturbating

penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis

I masturbate like this all the time. I chant to myself and coach myself deeper into my masturbation addiction. I love being a masturbator. How deep could I get with another masturbator whispering chants like that into my ear while I masturbated my penis furiously? I want to find out.

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Tried to cream in my shorts

This evening or should I say this afternoon I was seeing in my mind how I started this trip. I was sitting out on the terrace and as hard as I could, I was thinking of anything except my penis. I put up a good defense (I think anyhow). It was fun putting some dots together mounting a defense. It was good to use my mind for other things that I don’t normally do. Suddenly, the urge to cream in my shorts overtook any other thought that I might have had in my mind. It was pretty intense in the sense that it felt good. Sadly it was short lived.

I can feel the idea in my mind that is telling me that my penis is calling. I am starting to use muscles that directly or indirectly cause my penis to throb down real low. Low on my penis root. It’s time to come home and let me out my penis is telling me. My penis is telling me that he needs his release and he wants it soon. Slowly but surly the beat gets stronger rising up the penis root. It’s like a wave lapping up on the beach, followed by another. Again and again. The feeling is unmistakable. Pure pleasure. The pleasure that I get when I present my latest batch of seed in honor of curves.

I say that I will do my best, but if I go with you, don’t be surprised that it might take awhile to get there. Jacking off at 5:33 in the afternoon. Running around the house naked getting ready for the trip. Reckless! i like it.

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