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11/25/2016 – I’d Rather Be Bating, the other day I noticed a throw pillow that someone had given to me that had the inscription, “I’d Rather Be Gardening.” And I thought, that’s one of my favorite hobbies but it’s not my number one. And I thought about when expressions like this were on bumper stickers and other surfaces touting almost every other fun activity except my real favorite. I mean if I were given a choice to do anything I would like for a day or an afternoon or a weekend you know what it would be, MASTURBATING MY PENIS! When it comes down to the final analysis what is the choice of almost every teen-aged boy? Masturbating his throbbing penis. And they, unfortunately, are rarely afforded the time they need to take care of their aching cocks. Unfortunately some of us are just as deprived when it comes to taking care of our masturbatory needs. That is why I am so glad that I have found a group of men who love to devote hours to their number one preferred activity, masturbating their needy cocks.
I spoke of a guy, mature father, mid-thirties, very handsome man, who announced to a group of guys, you know sometimes I’d just like to relax and jack off and play video games. I wanted to go to him and say, “Buddy, you can, just join BateWorld and that is exactly what you will be doing.” But I’ve never been a father, I’ve never had the kind of responsibilities that come from having a wife and kids that make demands on time, especially masturbating time. It must be tremendously annoying to feel like really needing to masturbate and not even being able to figure out when he can just take his cock in his hand and stroke ‘til he shoots that load that’s been begging for release.
It’s interesting, I read a couple of months ago about an actual place in Times Square where needy men could go and unload and then return to work. I know there are many Adult Book Stores that inadvertently or intentionally provide the same services, frequently with glory holes, but this was a legitimate business, something like a dentist’s office with enclosed cubicles, not the sleazy cum stained floors of the ABS but a place you could enter in your sparkling suit, rent a space for a half hour or a lunch hour and just bate to your heart’s content. When I was working in downtown San Francisco, many office buildings had bathrooms where men could rely on finding a bate space either at a urinal or in a stall, but this new place appears to be legitimate.
Anyway, whatever the venue, bators need times and places to bate. We come with our own facial expressions that say what the first words of this blog are, “I’d Rather Be Bating.” And if you are not doing that right now, wouldn’t you rather be bating?
¼/2016 – I am amazed at how we bators know our bodies. I think it begins with constant attention to our penises. Even when they are not hard, when we are still clothed and restrained in our jocks or briefs, or even swinging free in roomy boxers, or best of all, roaming free when we are freeballing, the millions of nerve cells in our penises and testicles are crying out for attention. At least that’s what happens to me when I am not bating. And I suspect it is true for all men, chronic bator or not. I have read statistics about how many times boys and men think about sex. I think it is really about PENIS. How can we not, when our favorite body part is calling us to worship. It’s like those gigantic church bells that Quasimodo rang in The Hunchback of Notre Dame never stop ringing. That what I am feeling right now. My penis is begging me to start my bate, to start stroking right now, but I have to tell him how hard it is for me to bate and type at the same time. He knows, but he is very impatient, always has been.
This topic brings to mind other aspects of bator sensitivity. Have you ever wondered about the other sensitive areas of our bator bodies, like nipples, prostates, toes? I’ll bet you have. The nipples are extraordinary, and of course the first question is, why do men even have nipples? Well, I was curious, so I looked it up. The fascinating reason why nipples are standard equipment on all humans is that during the first seven weeks of pregnancy we are not differentiated by gender. At seven weeks our Y chromosome delivers the joyous news, this fetus is going to be a boy, start building this bator’s penis, let the games begin. But the now useless nipples are already in place. Guess we’ll have to find some use for them. And this is one of the more baffling issues. I know that while I am bating, if I pinch my nipples or attach some form of tit clamp, my bate is mega-enhanced, but I have been unable to find any physiological reason why this happens. But going with the “if it feels good, do it” rule, I do it but I don’t understand why it enhances the pleasure.
One time I was in the steam room sitting at the far end of the bench and a very hot man lay down on the bench so that his feet were right next to my legs, in fact his very sexy feet touched my legs a couple of times. They were so irresistible that I had to start playing with his toes. He said, “That feels great, Man, but I’m gonna get a hard on.” His penis was large and nicely shaped and I would have welcomed it in my hand or mouth. My first thought was, “What is wrong with that?” But I realized he was not as randy as I am, so I had to respect his more modest feelings, in spite of the fact that we were both stark naked. And this brings up another question, “Why does manipulating the toes induce an erection?” Again I have not found any clinical research on this subject.
But this brings me back to my initial point. I think that we avid bators, having spent so much time looking at photos of erections, watching porn, particularly watching men masturbate and noticing how deeply in touch with their bodies they are, and how exploring each erotically sensitive area of our bodies while worshiping, loving and caressing our penises have developed a hyper awareness of what really blows our minds and our cocks, edging so deeply, descending to the deepest level of the batehole, makes us so much more aware of the possibilities of bating pleasure, that each sacred bate session is an opportunity to explore bating at a level we have never tried before.