The Pensées (Thoughts) is a collection of fragments written by chronic masturbators
A fellow masturbator gave me an idea for a fantasy which I expanded upon a bit and now I’m thinking about it quite a lot.. So, I’m thinking of a bisexual couple who’d be my “wanking buddies” of a sort. Preferably the couple would be younger but it doesn’t matter that much. On our meetups, he girl from the couple shows of herself and may masturbate. I’m watching and masturbating to her. Our mutual agreement is that I’m not to touch her and I’m fine with that, but she may ask me for.. some actions and interaction with her if she’s horny enough and feels like it. Her guy is msturbating mostly to me getting hard and wanking to his girl, and he may help me to get off to her by.. various means.
Long story short, it’s all about three of us masturbating together plus some bisexual action in front of the girl, with an option for something more if the girl is willing to. Nothing too fancy, but it turns me on a lot
When I discovered masturbation, as a young boy, I used to watch myself often in a mirror while masturbating my penis. I was fascinated by how it grows when browsing porn magazines, I would examine its veins, the reaction when I would ejaculate, trying to watch in mirror my ass and my balls dangling from behind while jerking my penis. Later, when video cams were on the market, it was a blessing. I started to film myself masturbating to porn, and then watched on tv from the cam the session. It made me semi hard again observing my penis being frantically masturbated to porn, my ass convulsing when cumming, pulling my balls, slapping my ass, seing it on the screen red and hot, while my soft penis was leaking from porn, and always paying attention in the video at the porn movie in the background, especially the scene that made my penis ejaculate. And another session of masturbation would start! Does anyone have similar experiences?
I had a simple cheap digital camera that you could use to take stills, as a basic video recorder or plugged in as a webcam. I used to plug it in and record myself wanking to lots of lovely anal porn and get nice and close to the camera as I was about to cum. I’d then watch my cock exploding with cum back again, and wank over myself wanking over anal porn to more lovely anal porn. I’d frequently go to college utterly drained but such a happy pervy wanker. ????
OK, we all know how ummm hard it is to actually get masturbators off their ass to actually meet each other. But we can dream can’t we? What would we call the convention? I get excited by the idea that we make it obvious to non-convention goes just what we love to do. Think of all the different workshops and demonstrations. Think of all of us who would not be able to restrain ourselves from masturbating openly during open meetings and workshops. Think of just hanging out in the lounge and knowing many other people are compulsive addicted masturbators. Think of all the extra-curicular meetings that would happen in motel rooms and other riskier places.
Being retired and increasingly shameless I would not hesitate to travel and stay for a week or so just for the opportunity to meet and expose myself to other compulsive masturbators like myself? Who else? If not a convention then why not a cruise? I know that a group called Healthy Friction has sometimes chartered cruises. What are other possibilities? Is Club Relate still going? Just getting 10 or so masturbators to spend a weekend in a hotel would be worth it to me.
When I was young and single (pre-AIDS, thankfully) I cruised adult bookstores and their video booths regularly. Like many young men back then I wore skin tight jeans without underwear, which showed my cock clearly. I would browse the magazines in the front of the store first, letting the other men get a good look at my erect cock bulging in my pants. Then I would head back to the video booths, go in one, leave the door open, start a video, unbutton my shirt and lower my pants, and start masturbating my cock openly. Men walking by would stop and look at me masturbating. Eventually one would come in and shut the door behind him, squat down and start sucking me. I got so many wonderful blow jobs! I would cum in their mouths every time. They were such eager cock suckers. These guys craved cock and lovingly sucked me. For a long time I avoided sucking cock myself but after a few times where the etiquette of the situation required it, I began to enjoy sucking cock and did it enthusiastically. I learned to enjoy giving penis pleasure to other men and to relish the feeling of a hard cock pulsing in orgasm in my mouth and feeding me hot cum. I did this almost weekly for several years. I probably have been sucked off by 200 men. I have sucked maybe 50 cocks. It was wonderful to find this environment where men shared their love of cock together, a place where you were free to indulge your cravings to suck cock and be sucked. The sex i had there was anonymous and brief, but it was scorching hot and actually had a different type of intimacy. Giving your cock to a total stranger or taking a stranger’s cock in your mouth was a daring act of trust. I dated women during the time and had serious relationships with women, but I always cherished the times sharing our cocks with other men and continued until I got married and stopped all sex outside marriage.
I fondly recall those times and miss them. I do not regret it and do not feel ashamed. I’m grateful I had the opportunity.
I bought an expensive rubber doll. She came with a foot pump but It was hard work blowing her up so I kept her inflated in my bed. She came with a cheap brunette nylon wig that I replaced with a long “blonde Cher”. She had four holes – mouth, vagina, anus and one in the middle of her back. I enjoyed buying her clothes – stockings, garter belt, split crotch panties and high heel shoes with ankle straps to ensure they stayed on. The way her arms waved when we were in action was arousing. She never said no but eventually her rubber perished and she couldn’t stay hard. She was made in Germany and there was a jet black version with scarlet lips for rubber fetishists. I dutifully washed my doll’s orifices. Is this pathetic or transitioning between failed pussy copulation and chronic edging masturbation ?
I have a cheap vinyl blow up doll. Having a cheap one instead of an expensive lifelike one really reinforces how much of a pathetic loser I am. Im a prejac too so I normally last less than a minute with her. I really like filming myself. Nothing makes me feel like more of a pathetic masturbator than stroking over a video of myself cuming into a cheap blow up doll as the only pussy I get.
A Community of Masturbators. I have to push down my pants and stroke and frig my hard penis just reading those words. It brings up so many visions of open and lewd and shared experiences of a group of people who have a shared hobby or obsession. a neighborhood, a town, an apartment building, a mobile home park just for masturbators. a motel, a club, a coffee shop, and of course a movie theater. for masturbators. you know, that weird part of town, they call it Batesville…
like When when I get up in the morning in Batesville I make a cup of coffee and take my laptop out to the front porch with a robe on but nude otherwise. And I peruse the news and my daily porn and masturbate and edge openly and occasionally have a neighbor drop by and we masturbate our thobbing penises and /or pussies together for the world to see…
I normally have 2 screens with porn videos playing while I masturbate and I have a still photograph of one of my porn goddesses/porn mommy (Nina Hartley, Lisa Ann, Ava Addams, etc.) or my wife (I consider her one of my porn goddesses as well because I masturbate while I watch her masturbate so she is porn to me, just live porn). As I sit and mindlessly stroke my cock, going to the edge and back over and over again, I babble to the photo about how I’m pumping my cock and how watching porn & masturbating is my most favorite thing to do in the whole world. With each edge I go deeper and deeper and my desire to have an orgasm grows and grows. I start begging the photo of whomever to not let me cum because it all feels so good and I never want it to end. I know that sounds pathetic and I’m sure it looks that way but hey, it’s what I do! Finally I’ll get to the point where I know I’m gonna cum if I don’t quit and I’ll say “I gotta stop!” and I force myself to take my hand off of my cock. By now I’m in a state of delirium and I’ll grab my cock again and quickly go to the edge a couple more times. It’s so difficult not to cum but usually I manage it (though not always!) and I will stop. It’s so deliciously frustrating! I wind down by playing a video game. I’m still naked and I don’t wipe the lube off my cock because I know I’ll be masturbating again in a little while. Porn is still playing on one screen (muted) and the photo is still on my tablet. I’ll play the game for an hour or so until I calm down and feel it’s “safe” to start masturbating again. I do this 3 or 4 times throughout the day, masturbate for a couple of hours, play a game for an hour, back & forth like that. Then one of 3 things happens; either I cum or I go back to the bedroom and my wife & I will masturbate together and I’ll cum, or I don’t cum at all.
We all have fantasies we will never achieve. But maybe that’s a good thing.
I’m impressed with the guy who had the privilege of sucking 50 cocks! Wow!