Fergus MacDougal’s – First Four Stages

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

This is yet another recounting of my sexual history, just up to the point where Playboy entered my life at age twelve. It is more structured and analytical than the account on my blog.


Fergus MacDougal’s – First Four Stages

 

 

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Earl Flen: Thoughts on Married Masturbation

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


Thoughts on Married Masturbation

BY EARL FLEN

Why do us married guys masturbate? Can’t we just fuck our wives? (We don’t really have any excuse for jacking off) Does wifey know you masturbate? Does wifey know how MUCH you masturbate? Uhh … does wifey masturbate?

Listen, first of all fucking is not just about pussy. Fucking is a partnership thing. Most husbands are more concerned with giving her what she needs than with just getting some pussy. For most of us it’s about her and about both of us. Fortunately she usually feels the same way about us, and that makes it work out just fine. Wifey makes sure we cum in her pussy and get the whole 9 yards of fucking. Most husbands, most wives. Partnership. Sure, there are some other relationships. Ask somebody else about that. Not us normal run-of-the-mill husbands.

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Onania Masturbator Forum: addiction to masturbation

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


I want to share the things that are going thru my mind as my addiction to masturbation continues to grow. First, every waking moment that my mind is not occupied with a task, of some kind, I am thinking about masturbating my cock. Porn is no longer always required, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy porn, it’s a fuel, but it’s not always required. My mind goes right to my addiction, so chronic that I want to share it with other masturbators. I don’t need to touch myself every time, heck I’m rock hard just writing about my addiction to touching myself. I can’t clear these thoughts from my head. I was told this could happen, and I never imagined it would continue to this level. I feel so helpless, and this arouses me more. I am touching myself now, I want the feeling all the time. Stroking gives me the feeling, the feeling requires the stroking, stroking gives me the feeling, the feeling requires the stroking……………jay mayo


 

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Masturbation Stories : Caught in the Act 1

… By the time I was seventeen I had been caught several times by classmates and once by a teacher masturbating through my trousers in the classroom. I think the teacher was excited by it; all he said was: “There’s a time and place for everything, Blake!” – and crossed his legs. I was seen by a girl in the park when I was masturbating in the park after peeing behind a tree. She also seemed to be rather enjoying the sight. I once masturbated in the shower booth at the swimming pool. It was an individual shower but with no door and those passing me could see clearly what I was doing.  …

via Free sex stories : Masturbation Stories : Caught in the Act 1.

A masturbator wrote: hands in our pockets

a masturbator wrote: 

now that I am looking for it, it seems like out on the street, in stores, standing in lines, I see more and more guys with one hand in their pocket rubbing themselves discreetly.  I know I have started doing this and it seems to be epidemic.      hopefully my observations are correct.  hopefully we are all doing this as a visible sign of our addiction.

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Fergus MacDougal – Magazines

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

Continuing from the last post – I had discovered how to masturbate, but was fixated on achieving rapid orgasm. I was eleven years old at the time. The next phase involved prolonged masturbation using sexy pictures. Continue reading

Take THE NO PUSSY PLEDGE

Face it, Masturbator: you aren’t getting any pussy. And your last attempt was a humiliating failure and only annoyed the pussy. So get past grieving for your lost manhood, and accept your life as a pussy-less Pathetic Male Masturbator. Join your fellow chronics and take the No Pussy Pledge! Just copy and paste the text below into a new reply, and edit or add your own remarks.

THE NO PUSSY PLEDGE

I, <your name>, openly acknowledge that Pussy is a Privilege, deserved only by Real Men and not by Pathetic Male Masturbators like me. I understand that pussies need to be fucked long hard and deep by large stiff cocks, not noodled and dribbled on by wimpy wanker weiners. I admit that I have voided all male claims to pussy by my constant compulsive masturbation. Therefore I pledge to cease all attempts at pussy fucking, now and for evermore. I surrender all male pussy privilege to alpha male breeders and accept my permanent role of pussy-less beta male masturbator. I promise never to annoy another pussy with my pathetic attempts at copulation, and even if a kind female offers me a pity-fuck I will respectfully decline and masturbate in front of her. In exchange for giving up pussy, I retain the right of unlimited access to and personal use of pussy pictures, plastic pussies, and most importantly Hand Pussy.

I like Public Masturbation too

from Wank Log: Public Masturbation 

… So I ventured out side. First the back garden. Which is still a fairly good place to head out to. It is quiet, calm and during school semesters, very, very private. It is quite a different feeling lying on the grass masturbating, the feeling of sun on your body. Also the clean up is real, real easy. If you roll over, or stand up just before orgasm, you can blow a load over pretty much anything and just walk away. …

I have masturbated in a flood-control preserve inside a major city. I rode my mountain bike there, then noticing that there was complete privacy, I got the urge to pull down my bike shorts and  masturbate then and there. I could hardly get erect, being so nervous, but the nervous energy of the fear made the orgasm particularly intense. Continue reading

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The Masturbation Addiction Support Hotline is a free non-commercial community service by and for chronic masturbators like you. On the Hotline you can talk confidentially and openly (and sexually-explicitly) about living with chronic masturbation addiction. In private, one-on-one conversations we share our feelings, pleasures and challenges of being addicted masturbators, giving each other mutual support and understanding. The service is free and open to masturbators of all genders and sexual orientations.

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Masturbation Addiction Support Hotline calls are normally taken in random order, as they arrive. Often the line is busy and you have to call back repeatedly for support. But you may request to give your call priority and/or receive a call back. To request priority you may either

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How he began

a masturbator recalls:


Several of you have questioned my early masturbation habits.  Just
like with my current depravity, it makes me feel so dirty and
shameless to reveal all of my nasty secrets.
I can remember pleasant feelings in my genitals from my earliest
age.  However, my earliest clear memory of masturbation was when I
was 6 years old.  I was sick and at my grandmothers house in her
bed.  She had these sleazy tabloid newspapers that had pictures of
women in skimpy bikinis.  I remember that I had cut one of these
pictures out of the magazine.  My little penis was so hard and I was
dragging the paper hand of the cutout photograph up and down the
underside of my penis.  I guess I was so into the sensation that I
didn't notice when my grandmother walked into the room.  She scolded
me for being such a nasty boy.  I felt so dirty.  But, she was
right ... I was a dirty boy … and I loved it.

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