I, Nicu Marius, 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.
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It feels like a cruel joke. When i began masturbating in high school, i wonder if i already had undiagnosed PPAD. i would have given anything to have Real Sex, at least in theory – i fantasized about many of the girls i knew, and felt tormented by my constant erections and wet dreams. Watching teen sex comedies on TV late at night added to my desire but also to my anxiety. Looking back now i can see how those movies helped foster a belief that only by losing one’s virginity could a boy be a Real Man, and that boys who jerked off were to be ridiculed and pitied as perverted losers. So i believe that my PMS – Pathetic Masturbator Syndrome – was a key cause of my PPAD. i worried that my penis would be of inadequate size to satisfy a girl, and i believed that the girls i liked were probably not virgins, so they would have bigger dicks and better sexual experiences to compare me to. On top of that, i had already experienced premature ejaculation from merely talking to and ogling a girl while having one of my uncontrolled puberty-driven erections. One of those times, it happened when a girl was being flirtatious with me and actually rubbed herself up against my crotch. She didn’t notice what i had done, thank goodness, but if that was all it took, i was deathly afraid that i would spurt the moment i saw a girl in her panties. Continue reading →
I, Sean Z., openly acknowledge being allowed sex (intercourse, anal and receiving oral) is a privilege. I also understand women prefer ‘alpha’ men with long, thick erections who can fuck for long periods at a time.
I admit to being an addicted masturbator with a much smaller than average penis and erection. I also admit to being unable to obtain and keep an erection without the use of constant manual stimulation. Without such manual stimulation, I immediately lose my small/short erection.
I pledge to surrender and cease all attempts at trying to sexually satisfy women with my penis and remain sexually a ‘beta’ male. I also promise not to date, flirt or in any way pursue women with my pathetic attempts to copulate. Continue reading →
I was mowing the lawn the other day and like usual thinking about my penis. As I was working I noticed two of my neighbors. I had seen them before and the thought they might each be a chronic masturbator had crossed my mind. One lives two doors down and the one door down on the other side. The one man is unmarried and about fifty. He’s only out on brief occasions. Kinda pale but not bad looking. When ever he goes in and out of the house he is wearing gym shorts or sweats. The house always looks closed up even though he is there. Never saw him with a girl or anyone that looks like a relationship. He’s always friendly if o wave or say hello. I know when I’m doing a lot of mastubating my behavior is very similar. The other gentleman also lives alone. I seem he come to and from work daily. Heavy set man. Keeps to himself. Again not a lot of visitors. A neighbor once commented to me that he’s always at home with the shuttters drawn and he didn’t seem very social. Now my mind is going crazy thinking about each of them only a few doors away doing the same thing I am. In front of the computer, pants dropped around my ankles, albolene close by. Using poppers and cockrings to make my dick as hard as possible. I’m sure they each would have their own rituals. Edging, cuminng several times a day. Going out in sweat pants and no underwear and getting hard in public. Maybe one lines to lay on the bed with his legs pulled up tight heals together and goin to his own pre cum covered cock. The thoughts are endless latelyvthey come to mind while I’m in the middle of a session. Wish I new for sure or could somehow see them or get more clues. Anyone ever try to spot masturbators? Thanks for any answers or suggestions or just fuel for the jack off fantasy. n2
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Of course, masturbation emasculates me. i was a compulsive jerk-off right from puberty, all the way to well into my twenties, due to necessity, because i didn’t have A Girlfriend. And even when i later had A few Girlfriends, i never felt quite right actually fucking A Woman and trying to act like A Real Man.
Although we all have our unique interests and habits, there are some tendencies that the majority of us probably have in common. I’ll list a few for your masturbatory amusement – see if you can recognize yourself.
If you’re single and cum or edge every day, you’re definitely serious about your masturbation. If you have regular sex and still masturbate daily you’re moving into chronic masturbation territory. And if you’re in a relationship but you choose to live separately so you can still have long ‘bate sessions whenever you want, that makes you committed to masturbating.
The male exhibitionists represented here each do something that sets them apart from the herd, something more complex than just showing off. My intention here is a glimpse into their psyches, to expose the mind as well as the body.
For these men, exposure is something deep, powerful and personal, something beyond mere entertainment value, something with deep roots into the definition of their being. They NEED to be exposed. There are complex issues of narcissism, vulnerability, exposure, display, pride, shame, masculinity, emasculation, dominance, submission, risk, satisfaction, maleness.
Each post here includes a primary photo of the exhibitionist along with some background description and a link to view additional photos. These photos are mostly webcam screen grabs, captured in real time. The blurriness of captured motion and the low resolution inherent to most webcam transmissions is evident. The lighting is often imperfect and the backgrounds cluttered. This is not high quality photography posed for a professional photographer, but depict actual male exhibitionist sessions. I am presenting personalities here, not photographic art.
Does anyone know of any online erotica sites that have (male/male) stories about masturbators being spanked for their deviant depravity?
I’ve spoken before about how I suffer from “Grown-Up Bad Boy” syndrome: To all my family and colleagues I’m a wholesome, clean-living individual. But I have this secret side to me that I can’t help but indulge: every day I must abuse myself shamefully. I undo my trousers, grasp myself, and my obscene thoughts bring me to a heightened state of arousal that must be gritified by shameless and deviant wank-wank-wanking, just as I did when I was a youth. Absolutely nothing has changed in this regard over the years. I have not progressed one iota. And yes, you’re right: I don’t want anything to change. This is how I get my “kicks.” I’m a MASTURBATOR. I RUB my PEEEENISSSS. In secret! EVERY DAY! I was warned against this type of behavior by my grandparents, clergy, teachers, etc. My step-grandfather was especially alert to my developing penchant for sexual arousal and seemed to be forever on watch to catch me playing with myself so he could discilpine me.
Shame is part of my turn-on, and as an adult I feel that some strict authoritarian reprimanding would only add to my enjoyment of this little perversion. I like to chat with others of like mind and read filthy little stories of ‘dirty boys’ like me receiving their comeuppance, being caught masturbating, being spanked for masturbating and even forced to masturbate WHILE BEING SPANKED!!!!!
Oh dear, that last thought sent me over the edge. Time to rub Dickie!
“JUST A LUCKY JACKER….” A SHORT BIOGRAPHICAL STORY
I’m just a freakingly lucky guy I guess, I’ve been touching
myself “inappropriately” and way, way to much and often since I was
eleven, and it seems the beat-off-gods have approved and blessed me
and my habit mightily!
Well, here’s what I’m talking about, just about a year ago my friend
Kathleen at work tells me she’s having an affair with a married
man. Not only is the dude married, but he’s here from England, and
since he can’t stay with her he needs a place to crash for six-
months or so. I figure I could use the extra cash flow having a
roommate would provide, I meet the guy, Kenny, and he’s nice enough
quirky accent, a slightly rough but sexy exterior, and so I decide
it’s a “go”.
It was a dark night and I could clearly see into her window. The
curtains were open and a lamp on the table was on. The humidity was
thick and sweat dripped from my brow. I was hunched behind a bush
hoping no one could see me. I was wearing dark shorts and a dark
t-shirt. Even my sneakers were black. It was too hot for pants and
given my plans shorts were much more practical.
I heard a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I didn’t bother me. I’d been
bitten multiple times tonight and didn’t care. I could smell fresh
mulch at my feet. Her gardens must have been recently tended to. The
shrubs were trimmed and I was able to neatly fit between them. Up
close against the house my face was inches from the window screen. She
must not have had aircondtioning or liked the fresh air since her
window was open.