1.5M ratings
277k ratings

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
markjackit

12/3/2016 - Hail Holy Cock!

12/3/2016 – HAIL HOLY COCK, we bators worship thee while some men fear thee.  Why do we worship and cherish our proud erect penises while other men are shamed by theirs and ours?  We chose to display them, sometimes where permitted sometimes where forbidden.  We don’t care, we love our cocks and want to bate them as often as possible sometimes in the sacredness of our bate palaces at our priapic shrines, other times as publicly as possible.  Think of the guys who bate in windows and on public transportation, in cars while driving, hoping that some other bator will see the fun we’re having and want to join us.  Some of us are totally shameless, and why not?  We can’t get enough pleasure out of subtle penis worship, we are always naked proudly displaying our flaccid penises in locker rooms.  We look at towel drapers hiding their symbol of manhood with pity and scorn.  Why are they so fearful of full frontal male nudity in a place where it should be fully acceptable?  And then there are the frightened men who go to any length to hide their genitalia to the point where they cover themselves and perform acrobatic feats in order to don their very chaste underwear.  What are they afraid of?  Some guy appreciating the male member in all his glory or that they’ll be ridiculed for showing so little?  It is sad that it has come to this.  Some of us remember gang showers and trough urinals where everything was on display and a boyish playfulness and a healthy masculinity were shared in common nudity, not girlish modesty.  Men who had significant male attributes paraded them proudly.  There was a time when all male pools insisted on nudity. I am quite sure masturbation happened furtively but it happened.  How do you think circle jerks started?  One guy started to get hard or started washing his cock a little too vigorously and the erections were contagious.  Pretty soon every guy was stroking his cock.

What a blissful world that was, few were actually thinking about cock worship, most were just having the kind of fun in which boys will be boys.  It was he most innocent and yet joyful celebration of cock and then something happened.  Stonewall and all its political and social implications revealed that men had been having fun without women.  And like a butcher’s cleaver the axe fell and brought terror and doom and division. Prior to that day, there had been much mixing of orientational play.  Straight men liked to have their cocks stroked in a no strings attached fashion and Gay men were more than glad to oblige.  A happy closeted existence was the rule of the day, everyone knew who was who.  And then when the Gay men emerged from their closets the bonding ceased, but it also introduced the stigmatization of men who still wanted to behave like the old days. Boys in middle school learned the lesson fast.  Be sure and hide your cock or somebody else will label you Gay, a fate worse than death. And so a lot of fun died that day and the hiding began.

But there was a group of men who desperately needed to praise and glorify their own and other men’s penises.  And oddly enough it started with something really awful.  Gay men who had never lost their desires to praise and worship cock though usually in penetrative ways started dying like flies. For those of us who were there it was terrifying.  At first there was no identifier, guys just started to get very sick and then they died. Eventually someone identified the anti-retrovirus and the malady had a name, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, its acronym AIDS.  At first the Gay community became enshrouded in monastic celibacy.  Now, masturbation was the only safe orgasmic activity, but it was largely, as it has always been, a private affair.  Then some clever Gay man had the brilliant idea, “Even though we can’t touch each other we can masturbate together.”  And it was this phoenix rising from the ashes of the AIDS massacre that resulted in the first masturbatory clubs, parties and events. May as Masturbation Month was established and finally with the advent of the Internet preceded by Bulletin Board Services which had brought Gay men to masturbate on line was the prototype for all those clubs and men who love penis and want to worship cock by masturbating with fellow worshipers was born, one of the offspring of which is our beloved BateWorld.  Happily it is via masturbation that the groups divided by Stonewall that today Straight men are welcomed into a bating community that is just that – a community of men who like to bate and by that means praise and worship penis.  Hail Holy Cock, worship penis by masturbating your own cock with us.

’>“+l.Bc4�Zb�����P�

markjackit baseballcapscowboysncock
masturbatorsanctum

The American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counsellors and Therapists (AASECT) :

  1. does not find sufficient empirical evidence to support the classification of sex addiction or porn addiction as a mental health disorder, and
  2. does not find the sexual addiction training and treatment methods and educational pedagogies to be adequately informed by accurate human sexuality knowledge.

Therefore, it is the position of AASECT that linking problems related to sexual urges, thoughts or behaviors to a porn/sexual addiction process cannot be advanced by AASECT as a standard of practice for sexuality education delivery, counselling or therapy.

I’ve already replied in the past to questions by men who were either afraid or convinced that they were addicted to masturbation or sex. I always told them that the idea of addiction was ludicrous when discussing sexual behaviours. I was happy to learn[1] that the AASECT, in a recent statement (2016-11-30), has come to the same conclusions.

Yes, some people may experience significant physical, psychological, spiritual and sexual health consequences related to their sexual urges, thoughts or behaviours, but that does not mean that they have an addiction problem.


[1] Thanks to a tip from @captainoldschool

baseballcapscowboysncock

I too, have believed this for years when being told I have a “Sex/porn addiction problem”! I’ve been saying “Bull-shit” for years, knowing that I had a high sex drive and THANKING my creator or Priapus or whoever, for giving me the gift of enjoyment through my PENIS!! I urge other men to find this same fulfillment that I have!!! I only wish EVERY man could experience the bliss I find in this so-called “addiction”!

markjackit

Thank God for this statement, I think masturbation should never be labeled as an addiction, it is the most wonderful form of pleasure available to men and anyone who thinks the practice is wrong or bad hasn’t done it enough or isn’t doing it right, and porn can contribute to bate intensity.

markjackit chapt3rbate

12/1/2016 Cock Dialogue

markjackit

12/1/2016 – Cock Dialogue, have you started talking to your penis while masturbating and inadvertently telling your penis you love him? Are you alarmed that this is happening? Do you say to yourself, “Oh my God, I’m talking to my fucking cock!”?  Don’t worry, it’s happened to me.  

In my opinion there are three kinds of masturbators: 1 – Guys who jack-off in the shower or just before going to sleep to calm their nerves and get relaxed enough to fall asleep, 2 – guys who enjoy masturbating sometimes alone and sometimes with other men but rarely more than a couple of times a week, and 3 – full fledged bators.  This third group could probably be divided into many subsets but for the purpose of this blog I’m not going to discuss the subsets but rather the aggregate.

Remember I titled this blog “Cock Dialogue,” so you know there is going to be something about conversation.  Now, many of us who have delved more deeply into the incredible world of the bators have found that bators spend a lot more time alone with their cocks than the other two groups.  After all, for most of penis pleasure history, masturbation has essentially been a private activity.  Of course circle jerks have also been tremendously popular as have mutual jack-off sessions but the size of the groups have generally been small.  Sports teams and Boy Scouts have frequently shared these kinds of group bates.  But there is something very different that happens with solitary bators.  The more time we spend with our penises the more we perceive them to be a separate identity from the hand and mind of us as bators.  And as we proceed to develop this special relationships with our cocks we begin to recognize them as a separate personality, a male personality and we begin to refer to our penises with the male pronoun since he represents the essence of our male personality, after all what’s the first thing a doctor says when he sees the penis of the infant exiting his mother’s womb?  He shouts upon seeing the infant’s penis, “It’s a Boy!” And for the next several months that will be the only thing that identifies him as a boy, meriting blue clothing instead of pink.

Now as we barors journey toward full batorhood, we begin to talk to our penis while pleasuring our throbbing veiny boners saying things, inadvertently like, “I love you penis!”  “Oh my fucking God I love bating you!”  “I want to bate you For Fucking ever”  “Oh Fuck I love bating my greasy penis!”  “I am so glad I am a bator!”  “Oh my fucking penis I can’t bate you enough!”  We fall deeply in love with our sacred cocks.  Our fervor is almost religious.  We have become so bonded to our bated cocks that many of us don’t want to do anything else.  The conversation is at first somewhat embarrassing but the more we do it the more natural it becomes and our bated cocks are always appreciative in the ardor they show to our showering them with love and affection.

tific���u�

chapt3rbate

I remember like yesterday the first time ‘it happened’ - that I spoke to my erected Penis.  I was by myself, and had been powerbating on and off for an entire weekend without once proceeding to orgasm phase.  I was deep, so deep in the batehole. Yet had barely tipped a toe in, as it turns out.

My penis was sore from so much stroking.  I was thoroughly saturated with porn (tumblr etc.) for 2 days.  And then I listened to saved audio of a masturbator, a worshiper of Priapus, who leaves VMs on some sites that have those.  I knew I had to at all costs AVOID his audios until late Sunday because he utterly destroys my ability to contain my self pleasure.  It is akin to a nuclear reactor with rods yanked out…hearing him causes my masturabtion to go critical.

And so I started listening to him, my audio batorbro angel.  I pulled out some vapors. I poppered my Penis.  Penis gets poppered very carefully and infrequently because poppered penis PWNS me.  But he demanded the vapors with this audio bator looping in my ears - audio of my exhilarating bate decimator.  

As an aside, every so often I happen to hear audio guy dial into a masturbator phone line live.  I always immediately know it’s him.  His voice is like a fingerprint branded onto my arousal center.  But he so unhinges me I don’t dare try to chat with him out of terror I’ll seem like a freak and he’ll click off.  So I just listen.  Yesterday, 8 minutes of hearing him penis with other bators.  Then he was gone, probably for another 2 months or so til’ we cross paths again.  But I have his audio messages. I spent an entire day a few years ago meticulously, fastidiously creating a single hiQ audio file, second by second refinement of an audio totalling 19:00.  And 2 seconds.

I will protect the file of his recorded bates to my last breath. Perhaps I am a freak?

Back to my first penis conversation…I started listening - no absorbing - the looping audio, which as it has every time and many many times - effectively hypnotized me into a masturbatory trance of florid euphoria.  My penis was poppered.  I wanted the agony of bliss to never stop but to end immediately because it was just too overpowering.  And out of nowhere I started talking to my erected phallus.  Like he’s the lover I knew forever - it felt odd but at the same time necessary.  I let go - I fell into a bottomless batehole.

Over the next 10 minutes I was masturbating penis on the edge of the edge.  Fully poppered, listening to my Phallic angel.  I heard his voice as he sank into his own vapored and intense worship at the altar to his penis.  I can hear when ‘it happens’ that he becomes one total vapored penis.  I cannot put into words the magic of his audio masturbation it is true TRUE penis worship.  It’s magical.  

I kept talking to my own penis, I was on my bed (bate station) not realizing I was slowly sort of sliding off the edge of the bed, half slumped so to speak.  Absolute.  Florid.   Intractable.  Penis Glory.  

I became truly frightened, scared that this level of arousal, intensity, would fry my brain or my heart or both and I’d collapse and be found 2 days later.  And before too much longer - audio looping - vapors engorging - I entered an orgasm with profuse ejaculation that was cataclysmic, ejaculating semen in jerking pulses as my entire body convulsed.  Total system overload and shutdown.  I shuddered for probably 60 seconds, realizing I was half slid off the bed.  Semen everywhere on my body.  It took every ounce of energy to drag myself onto the bed fully and collapse.  I was effectively ‘paralyzed’ for a good 5 minutes.  Blue screen of death.  Body penis and systems needed ctrl-alt-delete reboot. I couldn’t move. 

That was my first penis conversation.  And from then, it happens routinely not always though.  I’d do anything for my manpenis.  I’d do anything for the audio penis bator. Almost anything that is.  Because the one thing I seem unable to do is chat him - and tell him how much he AFFECTs my penis arousal and bate.  I adore him.  And I will listen to his audio loop year after year god willing.  It is absolute bate perfection.  I already know I’ll not find anything that surpasses its power and glory.  It makes me realize why I’ve never had a partner much less more than 1 BF (and that was 20 years ago for 2 years)…because I think somehow innately I ‘knew’ that guys at bars or whatever, dates, were never going to fulfill my penis needs. Not even close.  

Audio guy made me realize why I’m chronic single - because I need someone like him.  My penis loves him, wherever he is and whatever he looks like.  Irrelevant.  Audio guy also made me realize that as such - I’ll always be single.  And that’s okay, because I’ve been blessed to encounter the acme of arousal he gives me.  I’m sitting on a line now hoping maybe, just maybe, he’ll dial in again.

My angel.  My penis angel.

markjackit

I want the link to this penis whisperer, my cock demands it

Source: markjackit
markjackit

12/5/2016 - Cocks Out

12/5/2016 – Cocks Out, ever since I started freeballing I am constantly aware of my penis.  For a bator this is perfect.  Since we’re having an unusually cold December, my preference for being naked is much more restricted, except for my actual bating time, during which I insist on being naked.  So I had to find a solution to this problem.

Have you ever looked at the Tumblr blog named “Dicks Out”?  It has a very simple premise.  The blogger invites men to submit photos of themselves with faces in which they are completely clothed but their cocks are hanging out or bulging in erected glory. When I saw these wonderful posts I found my solution.  Surprisingly, my penis is much better at dealing with the cold than the rest of my body. I don’t know about other parts of the world but California is cursed with cheap construction based on a time when energy prices were so low that insulation was negligible, now we either have to suffer the cold or pay through the nose.  But my desire for penile pleasure is paramount so by following “Dicks Out’s” blog I have found a method that works and my cock loves it.  I don’t know about you but my penis expects attention throughout the day.  There is no point in the day when I am not aware of his presence.  He is not necessarily throbbing, though sometimes his hum draws me to toy with him.  But he’s like a dog always alert and ready for the first sign that I’m going to attend to him.

With my new Cocks Out policy and practice I’m always ready to squeeze whenever my hands are free and he loves it and I love it and it paces us until the real bate time arrives and I can devote my full attention to real joy, fully masturbating him in a very long edged bate where he knows he is the most important penis in my life.  I love him so much.