One of the hottest things to me at the adult theater is finding a fellow addicted masturbator and sitting in the seat next to him. He will have his penis out (pants down to ankles usually) and be openly masturbating. I love pulling my sweats down to expose my penis to him–I almost always wear sweats, no underwear so it is easy to pull them down to display my penis. I start masturbating my penis, and he continues pumping on his penis, and if he is good, we start the conversation that is so exciting to me while I beat off. I love looking him in the eye as both of our heads are jumping around a little because we are pumping our penises. “Are you married?” I always ask. “Yes” gets me really going. “I am, too…and I love jacking off…I just can’t get enough.” He will respond similarly, and I get even more excited. “How much do you jack off? I sometimes spend 6 or 6 hours just jacking my penis, and if my wife goes to visit her sister, I will spend 9 or 12 hours masturbating…I don’t even stop to eat.” “Ohhh I love that!” he might reply, and “I do the same thing. Anytime my wife is gone, my penis is in my hand.” “Mmmmmm I would rather jack off for a few hours than eat or sleep or fuck, or anything!” Pump pump pump pump Those kinds of conversations can go on for hours while we sit next to each other mindlessly, endlessly, pumping away on our penises…. Sheer HEAVEN to me!
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As a chronic Masturbator, I try to put myself into situations that I might get caught. I enjoy taking hikes in the woods totally naked with my cock and balls wrapped so that my cock is keep erect. When I reach a meadow I kneel and start to stroke my swollen cock. While I masturbate I yell, “I am a Masturbator” and “I am masturbating. Once two women riding horses on a trail just below the meadow Acted like they did not see or hear me, they did not stop, but turned there heads and smiled directly at me. Continue reading →
I couldn’t help myself but write this to the Forum as I sit upstairs in my computer room, pants at ankles, playing with my penis and typing…. I do some consulting still, so I have an EXCUSE to be upstairs in my computer room…but I spend 98% of my time up here just jacking off and doing porn….
I was 18 the first time I walked into an adult theater. 1982. I had been driving by threre and the other adult book stores in the city. Too afraid I’d get carded if I went in the door. I remember the anticipation of going and the hardon I had most of the night before while I tried to sleep. Didn’t know what I’d find there but thought I could at least find a seat out of the way to either pull penis out of my fly or even run my hands over it through my pants.
We all know the stories where family men are watching porn from Internet and masturbating entire night, many nights, years,… The woman feels inadequate, rejected and thinks that there must be something wrong in her as her man rather looks porn. This puts major pressure on the relationship. Sometimes it can be saved and sometimes not. I think that the reason why things go that way, and what actually is the problem, is that those couples who can not find the ‘common factor’ in the porn/masturbation are in trouble. Like my wife encourages my masturbation in order to get more power over me. It works because the abuse and humiliation she gives to me is the hottest thing on earth to me. It’s intoxicating when I get the feeling that she’ being genuinely mean to me. So more I masturbate more she gets.
Sam had jokingly referred to the den computer, with it’s lazy-boy recliner and TV-sized screen, as a deluxe porn station. The conversation had gone quickly from there, and ended with Brian’s permission to use the widescreen computer to masturbate while they were away, as long as he and Sam kept a hidden folder and each filled it with the most provocative images they came across while lounging back and jerking off to internet porn.
Thought I’d post a bit of fiction that’s relevant to the group. I wrote this a while ago and break it out once in a while when I’m ready to finish a bate session with a nice splashy orgasm. There’s something extra horny about reading erotica you’ve written specifically for your own tastes – not to mention the memories of all the masturbating you did while writing it :) Enjoy! Continue reading →
I hate it when people think that women do not like sex or masturbation as much as men. I love both, and have been very horny for most of my life. I date long distance to a very erotic, fun loving, adventure seeking man, but he is not always around so yes I have to masturbate. I would more than likely masturbate even if he was around on a regular basis. (He does like to see me play with myself) I found this site one day as I was masturbating and am writing this as I am masturbating. I do it almost daily, yesterday i masturbated 3 times and this is my second today. It does take me a long time to cum, but maybe also like many men on this site that I love to prolong the great feelings that masturbation brings.
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.
“Oh, it looks like she’s waiting for you,” Emily said, spotting Mrs. Young standing out on the shaded front porch of Ashley’s robin’s egg blue house. “Is your Mother still masturbating you?” she asked.
Ashley got off the bus, turned around and waited. After a few of the other students came down the steps and started on their own ways home, Ashley spotted Emily’s long brown hair, which went down almost to her waist. Emily was taller than Ashley by a few inches, and was on the skinny side. Today she was wearing a simple pale yellow t-shirt under an unfashionable brown cardigan, with a light blue skirt, blue tights and brown Mary Janes. Continue reading →