another one of my bro’s, i told him you deep throat. Get to sucking fag
another one of my bro’s, i told him you deep throat. Get to sucking fag
This bro is a hottie. Cute face, thick bush, hairy pits, and a big ass dick!
I cut a hole in a wedge pillow to hold my Fleshlight so I could fuck it handsfree… 🤤
BATORS LEARN ALL THE D I Y TRICKS TO GET THEIR PENIS FIX
We guess that a Masturbation Month celebration wouldn’t be complete without a voicemail from gooner Penis Boy. So fear not because your favorite gooner caller just called us a few days ago. As usual, he’s speaking fucking fast and he’s more than entranced in gooner cock magic. His dingdong is his biggest joy provider. This voicemail shouldn’t be explained… it should just be heard. So just press play now and get erect because he wants you to goon out with him… he always does. He wants you to squirt sticky sperm.
Previously heard here.
From the series: Hear my cock babble gooning.
A perfect beautiful body! He masturbates right-handed with four-finger-grip and licks his juice from his breast. Mmmmm
If I edge between about an hour to an hour and a half, my edging and final orgasm and ejaculation takes on a certain deliciousness. It also happens to be that I usually edge for this amount of time during the day. There’s a rich decadence to the whole experience, indulging in pleasuring my cock and body in the middle of day when other people are grinding away in an office. To compare it to food, the final minutes and climax could be compared to eating a a rich chocolate cake oozing with fudge. Afterwards, my sense are satiated and I’m blissfully pleased and often panting quietly.
But at night, I tend to edge a bit longer, and I notice that there’s a shift both psychological and physiological. Perhaps, it’s the late hour, but after I go into the second hour of edging, that sensation of sweet indulgence fades away. It’s hard for me to describe, but it takes on a certain intensity and strength but when I finally come, it’s like a flash of sensation. After I come to, it’s like nothing has happened at all. It’s like I’ve woken up from a dream, except there’s the evidence of spilled sperm and my naked body. I also tend to have a surge of energy and I end up being very, very awake. As this state of mind has happened rather frequently with these two to three hour sessions, I’ve ended up thinking they’re a bit like the state of emptiness described in meditation circles. Not empty in a nihilistic way, meaning void of meaning or worthy, but empty in the sense of an incredible spaciousness. The final orgasm is like a flash of lightning and once it’s done, I’m entirely elsewhere but back in the present reality. It’s a contrast to almost the trippy, blissed out feelings I have from shorter sessions.
Anyone ever experienced something similar?
I was beyond thrilled when the always insightful @melbournebator left some thought provoking comments to my post on edging and emptiness. When I read comments like these far other dedicated masturbators/solosexuals/lovers of self, it reminds me why I started sharing my bate thoughts over a year ago. Just in case they haven’t been seen I’m sharing what he said here.
“This is such a thoughtful post. It gives me pause to ponder. You are so connected to your body and it’s inspiring to read. I too feel quite different during and after my self-pleasuring depending on the duration of the lovemaking or time of the day. I share with you the delicious vividness you describe from a medium-length edge, and also the expansive anaesthesia of a long session….
For me, I think it’s more to do with the time of day and the activity of my brain. I think it’s the hypothalamus which regulates impulse and controls primitive urges. When I fuck myself in the morning, I am vitilised and ready to face the world. At the end of the day, my lovemaking is soothing and it lulls me for rest. This general “upping” or “downing” has a real effect on the feel of the bliss…
Love in the morning certainly feels sweet and wondrous. It inspires a zest for life and a preparedness to operate as a loving, productive human. Whereas my sex at night, when my brain is at its most base state, my lovemaking is more sensation-based and even “empty” as you say. I soothe myself to rest by focusing on my penis…
Where I differ from you is that after fucking myself at night, I am not awakened. Instead, I am full of such surrender, intimacy and loved-up yearnings for myself that all I want to hug myself to blissful dreamland. In the night, I feel my hands on parts of my own body and I am at peace, and secure.”
Reviewing @melbournebator‘s thoughts reminds me that I did leave out one element from my first post.
Both of the session I described involve the use of erotic imagery (I guess you could say porn but I find the term lacking). I went into how I approach my use of imagery/video the other day, referring to some ideas proposed by Joseph Kramer on Orgasmic Yoga. But to sum it up briefly, I use the imagery as an erotic catalyst. I find the deeper I get, I start turning away from the screen and into my body and into my cock. Even the sight of my own erection at that point in the session can send me into ecstatic feelings.
Of course, there are times, when I just turn into myself. I either close my eyes or observe myself. Or even use a mirror. Try bating while looking yourself into your eyes. If you are really honest with yourself and not putting on a show—there’s nothing wrong with that of course—it’s a really deeply powerful experience.
When I’ve done it, the experience is extremely deeply, bringing up fears to deep pleasure and transcendence. And the final climax is entirely its own, and earth shaking.
What wonderful descriptions of the art of masturbation!