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melbournebator:
“What does it mean to live the bator life? It means firstly that your dick is hard a lot. More so than other men who pursue sex. We edge and prolong arousal. We encourage and we welcome our boners. For bators sex is quite literally...
melbournebator

What does it mean to live the bator life? It means firstly that your dick is hard a lot. More so than other men who pursue sex. We edge and prolong arousal. We encourage and we welcome our boners. For bators sex is quite literally within reach. So to live a bator life means to be autonomous. Bators are proud men. We display and brag about the sex we have solo. We confess to each other how in love we are with our dicks. We boast how long we edged. We share how good it feels. Bators don’t bate in spare time. To live the bator life means to devote time to bate. Find and make time. A bator’s life is measured by the amount of satisfaction he makes himself. By the amount of bliss he self-generates. How much pleasure he drives home to himself. A bator’s temple is the edge. A bator’s religion is palming his rod. Turn it up. A bator is happy his right arm is bigger than his left. When a bator squirts a load he smiles and gets onto the next one. A bator knows that all men bate but that he and his bator bros do it best. A bator doesn’t give a shit if you’ve got a problem with him. He doesn’t care if you think what he does is wrong. A bator knows that’s your shit to get over. And a bator hopes you do because a bator thinks most of the world’s problems would be cured if everyone just bated more. To live a bator life is to say jack to that, this is what it’s about. Bators are happy men. Bators spread our hairy legs and gaze lovingly upon our hard dicks bated by our fist. We think this is it, this is the measure of our lives.

solosexpenismasturbator

you’ve written here the Bator’s Manifesto in brief – a recognition of the glory of our solosexual, penis-oriented, joyful, and endlessly fascinating infatuation and obsession with the phallus that sits between our legs. penis is always available, unfailingly tempting us, completely ready to respond with turgid delight to the touch of our own hand. for hours & hours, or for a short while. every touch is damn hot! solosexual masturbation, as an act and even as a phrase, carries so much depth, so much power, so much that is 100% solitary yet profoundly connected to every other male in the world. my bator life, already lifelong and deeply masturbatory, has heightened through reading your frank and reveletory postings, stroking my penis to your photos and connecting my own auto-erotic obsession to that of yours and the other bators who post comments here. yes, bators are happy men. yes, bators are fucking proud. and we all have to continually ask ourselves: are we masturbating enough? i know you’d reply “no, more masturbation is required.” you’ve helped me change, grow, and become even more fascinated by the reality of being a masturbator. thank you! i refuse to change for anyone, and in increasingly, i don’t fucking care who knows.