Been here, done this and loved it, both in the center and the periphery. Look at the hard cocks, the natural hair, the unsculpted bodies, the focus on the action at hand rather than the camera. This is hot and real and one of the things makes my own life wonderful. We should do this ourselves soon and frequently.
The subject of this post gave me permission to restore it, after asking for it to be removed last year. it’s worth your read and might help you to understand what guys are talking about on all these bate-focused tumblrs, and how it’s not quite the same thing as when you watch porn stars squeeze their dicks till cum shoots out.
Masturbation is serious business, if you want it to be:
Just for the record, nobody has to have a six pack and a porn star penis to enjoy this. YOU can do this yourself and you should! Mutual masturbation belongs to all men who enjoy solo masturbation.
Pissing can be lonely work. It’s always good to have a little support.
This is sex. Masturbation, either solo or shared, is sex. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Yes, you can actually contact me through Tumblr. If you want me to answer a question in my blog, go to my main page and click “Ask me anything.”
Public Sex
Confession: I love spontaneous public sex.
To be clear, I have granted myself permission to enjoy random sex play with strangers when the opportunities arise. For the most part, this involves exhibition and mutual masturbation in men’s rooms, saunas and public showers. I find it specifically exciting, energizing and satisfying and I’ve consciously abandoned guilt for enjoying this.
Sometimes, I do more than show off and stroke cock with strangers. Sometimes–when situations and individuals involved warrant it–I will give or receive head. This all leaves me with…
Conflict: I don’t want to encourage anyone to do anything dangerous and there is a lot of danger in public sex. I hesitate to even admit this because I’m an open advocate of mutual sexual respect, that being sex-positive includes accommodating the rights of others to feel comfortable in a sex-free space either public or private. I believe consent is the essential key to a successful and enriching sex life and the man rushing into an unexpected sex scene in a public bathroom when he just needs to take a piss and get to his meeting on time has not given his consent.
And there’s the little issue of getting caught and labeled a sex offender and living with that public designation for the rest of one’s life. So this isn’t something I indulge in more than rarely, but when I stumble upon it, my first reaction is not an automatic “no.” In many circumstances, I am “yes” waiting to happen.
And then there’s the risk of picking up an STI from the random du jour to consider…
Calculated Risk: We all take risks every day. We eat in restaurants, risking food-borne infections. We smoke and drink. We get on a bus or in a car or on a bike. We shake hands with strangers. We calculate consequences against benefits all the time. Sex is one of those things we load up with morality and give more weight than the other risks we take day-in and day-out but really, sexual risks are just more of the same cost/benefit analyses we make every day.
I’ve accepted the risks of public sex because of the benefits I receive: Sexual satisfaction, intense pleasure, a sense of being part of something bigger, affirmation of my human animal sex drive, the thrill of novelty and the simple admission that some things turn me on more than others and that I can actually have those things.
My rules for mitigation get a little complicated because I have put myself at risk of STI repeatedly over the years and I never want to be the one giving a dose to a lover, stranger or friend. I’ve covered the HIV issue with daily PrEP, but whenever I go further than jacking off, even if it’s just a momentary taste of delicious glans, I know I’m starting a 4- to 6-week period of penetration-free play as I wait to get an STI test result. Yes, I actually do that. It helps that I genuinely enjoy so much non-penetrative play on the regular.
So if anyone receives my cock anywhere other than in their hand, you should know it has been given a clear bill of health… and that you’ll be the last risk I take for another month. But make no mistake, I’m no angel. I’m just mitigating risk and working with the risks inherent in a lifestyle that includes sexual pleasure and novelty.
There is no such thing as “The Ideal Man.” There is only my ideal man… for the moment. Ideals change and every individual has their own.
I have written before and will continue to write about the myth of sex and masturbation “addiction,” even though most Tumblr users don’t do much reading; they’re just here for the images.
There are a number of you out there who claim to be “masturbation addicts.” I don’t think you know what “addiction” means. First of all, sex addiction (and masturbation is most definitely sex; it’s sex with yourself), has been rejected by the American Psychiatric Association, time and again, because there is no scientific evidence that it exists. Sex is not like alcohol or drugs, no matter how much anyone thinks it is. Sex has no tolerance or withdrawal effects. No one has ever died from being unable to have sex, nor has anyone ever overdosed from sex.
Alcohol and drugs create changes in the chemistry of the brain, while during sex, the brain is working the way it is supposed to.
Does sexual desire affect our judgment? Yes, it does, but this is normal. Human sexuality is designed to make us want to have sex, and everyone has had the experience of wanting sex to the point that they get a little stupid. But it is a far stretch to reach from this mild effect of arousal to suggesting that sex takes away someone’s self-control.
See: David J. Ley’s “The Myth of Sex Addiction” (Rowman & Littlefield).
Now, as regards these men who claim that they masturbate 14 hours a day or more….do they have jobs? Or are they independently wealthy and so, can afford to do nothing but surf Tumblr and masturbate all day? Look, unless you’ve been fired from a job for absenteeism (because you couldn’t resist masturbating) or unless you’ve been evicted for not paying your rent or mortgage (because you spent it all on porn or Albolene), you’re not addicted, Pee-Wee…..you’re just an enthusiast.
Now, I’m definitely more than an enthusiast when it comes to music; I’m an accomplished performer/writer. But still, I can’t imagine doing it for 14 hours at a shot. I’m an enthusiast when it comes to gardening, but Jesus Christ, not for 14 hours at a time. And I definitely love to masturbate, but I do have other things (and other people) in my life to attend to.
Is there such a thing as too much masturbation? Maybe. If your penis starts getting chaffed from not using enough lube, or if your arm starts getting cramped from too much stroking. But as regards the sensations themselves, is there such a thing as too much? Well, I think that people should be passionate about activities they love. That said, I love to eat. I love prime rib. But I can’t fucking imagine eating it every day. By a week’s time, I’d probably be sick of it. There is something to be said for anticipation, and you can’t achieve/experience anticipation without some abstinence. Don’t get me wrong, now. I’m not one of these conservative, right-wing religious nuts. I love my cock. I love to Edge and cum. But I don’t need to do it more than a couple hours a day. Now and then, if I’m in the mood and the porn browsing is good, I might go a little longer, but as I said, I do have other things in my life.
So, if you’re reading this and you’re one of the people who claims to masturbate “all day” and considers themselves an addict, I would say this:
At least I hope you’re telling the truth and not bullshitting, because there’s more than enough misinformation and crap on the internet – especially regarding sex/masturbation. And that’s just the kind of stuff that the conservative, religious wingnuts jump on. They’re looking for every bit of junk evidence that enjoying sex for it’s own sake is bad.
And I would also suggest: try taking a day off now and then. Try – no pun intended – shooting for quality rather than quantity. Sometimes, less IS more.
I don’t reblog much, but I appreciate enough of this message to try and help spread it.
