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.

via Experiences of thesolitudeone: I like.

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.

via Bate State: Penis masturbation..

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.

via Corralling My Thoughts: Tried to cream in my shorts.

I tried different masturbation methods during my teen years and the shower head was a great discovery. The shower at my house was a small cubicle with an open top and railings along the three sides. I would place my feet on the handrails for support, while I raised myself by grabbing the top. I could place my cock right next to the shower head, and it was amazing feeling. I would first work the crown of my cock against the hot rushing water, until it became almost unbearable, then I would move the underside of my cock under the water. It didn’t take long until my cock erupted a huge load of semen. I did this every morning before going to school and was one of many orgasms I would experience during the day. My dad’s house had a removable shower head, for which I used many times, but the feeling was never quite like the other shower, because I felt very perverted having to take all those extra measures to get my rocks off.

via The Batehole, My Masturbation History: The Early Years.

I seem to be entering a phase in my life where masturbation is becoming a way of life for me. I really enjoyed visualizing dreams in my head this evening. Each and every one of them were because of curves and the effect females have on me.

My effort is strong, but it is no match to the power of my penis. I mean that the nerve receptors along the entire length of my penis  were humming on all 8 cylinders tonight. The battle is tough. I don’t want to cream in my pants.

via Corralling My Thoughts: Losing control.