A commune for obsessive-compulsive masturbators

masturbators said:

This place is fucking amazing – my dream. I am surrounded by other
chronic addicted masturbators who know exactly how I feel and
understand me to the core of my being. Masturbation has for years
taken precedence over any and everything else in my life. I have
given up seemingly beautiful relationships, endangered good jobs by
calling in “sick” while in the act of masturbation and spent many a
day in a jack-off fog from being up all night obeying my erect and
throbbing penis. I have masturbated through weddings and funerals of
relatives.

I want to start a commune for obsessive-compulsive masturbators – a
place in the country where the water supply is laced with Cialis, a
place where all forms of masturbation enhancement are practiced, a
place where “jack-off games” are played 24 hours a day, a place where
seriously advanced techniques in edging, massive honeysuckle
production and heavy Semen-Load-Build would be taught, and finally, a
place where we could take each other so deep in our dark addictions
that nothing would be recognizable except masturbation and its
derivatives. We would all have specific duties and responsibilities
but nothing would usurp our individual and collective needs to
masturbate ourselves repetitively, circularly, endlessly. Perhaps we
would call it EverEdge Farm.

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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, batorsexual, I know exactly how you
feel, exactly like I feel.
It’s not necessary to mention what I’m doing right now, you know it.

And I also understand you to the core of your being like you may
understand me. But I guess I happily have one amazing adventage
compared to most addicted chronic compulsive bators in the group.

You state masturbation has for years has taken precedenc over
anythin in your life. How many years? That is the question, that is
my question. Because I’m living in this wonderful batoraddicted
extacy since exactly 57 years, 5 month and 5 days, since jan 15,
1951, when I discoverd masturbation and never could leave it anymore
until today.
I need it at any time, any place. And thanks to this incredible
addiction I just have to think about masturbating and immediately my
boner is hard and at its 7×2 inches size and I bate,bate,bate.
At my age of 68 I dont need any viagra, my cock is “eveready”

So please take me informed about the “Everedge Farm”. I want to live
there

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loved the message but you left out another great benefit group  jo scenes
with all the residents jerking off in a room displaying their prowess  to each
other teasing and making each other hungry for more jo action spreading  their
rewards on each other as enjoyed by some of the  residents