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!
Recently applied my first lube of the day for a good edge session
after an hour of my Dick in His Glory. Hail Cock Brothers and
I hope each of you is enjoying a horny slow self genital manipulation
and continuing masturbation bliss.
In the interest of the group’s goal of sharing our masturbation
stories to encourage more and deeper solosex I’d like to share about
my youth as a masturbator.
One thing funny I’ve noticed. When I am getting ready to masturbate, getting my pics out, my lube ready, my toys etc. I get so incredibly anxious. I almost shake with nervous anticipation. I am in a terrible anxious rush to get it all set up so I can get my penis in my hand as soon as possible.
Then when I finally put hand to penis I am filled with peace and tranquility.
The above feelings convince me that I am “chemically” addicted to masturbation. Something is going on in my brain chemistry that makes the anticipation/release so powerful