Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Solosexual, the new Blog.

Thanks for all the great feedback and encouragement from my fellow masturbators.  I really had no idea I had so many regular readers/followers.  If I had know, I'd have made an attempt to update more frequently!

On that note, my new blog space is set up and ready to go:
There isn't much there yet, but I should have it going this week, starting with a bit of my own history of how I became a solosexual masturbator.  I hope you all follow me there!

Keep masturbating!

Monday, October 24, 2011

The times, they are a-changin'

This blog has been great for me, but it's time to put it to rest. It just doesn't feel like it fits me anymore, though I couldn't tell you why in words.

HOWEVER! I'm starting a new blog that is centered around my own exploration of my solosexual lifestyle and masturbation, rather than completely on my penis masturbation. I'll post the new blog address here when it is up and ready.

I'll keep this blog up for a while longer, as well.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Penis masturbation.

I love it when I masturbate so much that my brain just kind of shuts off. It's like there's no room for thought when the penis pleasure has completely overrun my brain. This is my favorite bate state. This is where I start to babble and really goon. I watch porn and masturbate my penis for hours and hours. I'll usually get really gooned when I'm looking at penis pics for a long time. I'll be looking at a slideshow of hi-res penises and masturbate, masturbate, masturbate to them. I never want to stop.

I love penis. I love staring at penises. Hard or soft, they're all beautiful. I masturbate while staring at erect penises and I think about the pleasure that man is getting from his erection. His fully erect male penis is giving him pleasure. He's masturbating just like I am. Maybe he's a total masturbator addict like I am. I love that he's proud of his penis. He's taken pictures of it and posted them online so others can see his penis. He loves his penis. His love for his penis makes me masturbate more.

Hearing a man talk about his penis and how much he loves it makes me masturbate. My penis is the most important part of my life. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm a solosexual masturbator and my penis rules my life. I love living this way. Nothing could make me happier than my erect, masturbated penis. Sometimes when I get really deep into my masturbation, I'll start chanting about penis.

penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis
I love my penis.
I love my penis. I love my penis.
I love my penis. I love my penis. I love my penis.
masturbate, masturbate,
masturbate, masturbate
penis masturbation is my life
I'm a masturbator,
I'm a masturbator, I'm a masturbator
I masturbate my penis all the time.
I love masturbating my penis. My penis masturbation rules my life.
I can't stop masturbating, I can't stop masturbating
penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis

I masturbate like this all the time. I chant to myself and coach myself deeper into my masturbation addiction. I love being a masturbator. How deep could I get with another masturbator whispering chants like that into my ear while I masturbated my penis furiously? I want to find out.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

New Poppers Update

So I tried out the poppers I had bought online over the weekend. It did not go well. Now I want to start by saying that I know everyone's chemistry is a little different, and different types of poppers affect different men in different ways. These particular poppers are apparently horrible for me, but they were suggested by other bators who love them.

All 3 types (FIST, FF, & Kum) have Isopropyl Nitrite as the active ingredient. If I'd have know that to start, I most likely would not have ordered them, to be honest. Isopropyl Nitrite is considered one of the weakest nitrites used in poppers and to me they smell like alcohol. This is not to be confused with Isobutyl Nitrite, which is considered by many to be one of the best, aside from the original Amyl.

To make a long story short, I had a serious "episode" when I used them on Friday. About 20 minutes after my first hit of FIST, I started seeing a large white spot in my vision. I ignored it, thinking I had glanced at the lamp near my desk or something. About 10 minutes later, my vision began to completely go white and cloudy. I stood up to walk to the bathroom and look into a mirror, but when I stood I found I had almost no control of my muscles and nearly fell over. All of a sudden I couldn't think straight. I remember fumbling my way into my living room and wondering where I was. The only thing I could remember was that I standing near a glass table (my coffee table) and that I was afraid I was going to fall and hit my head on it, so I laid down on the floor until my head cleared. I was on the floor, scared shitless, waiting for my head to clear for about half an hour. Needless to say, that bottle went into the trash.

I wracked my brain for an explanation, being no stranger to poppers. I hadn't taken any medication, I don't drink, and I don't smoke. I had eaten my normal fare that day. I have no idea what caused the reaction. Sunday I tried both of the other bottles (FF & Kum), but within 20 minutes of either my vision began to get the white spots again, so I quickly stopped so it wouldn't go any further.

Monday evening I tried a bottle of Minotaur that I had left unopened to see if maybe it was all poppers now doing this to me before I blamed the shipment from the UK. Nothing went wrong. The Minotaur affected me as it always does, thankfully.

So, I possibly received a bad batch of poppers, or maybe poppers that use Isopropyl Nitrite just aren't good for my chemistry. I guess it could have been a fluke. Regardless, I'll not be ordering those again, nor any with Isopropyl Nitrite. I don't ever want to feel like that again. I'll stick with my Minotaur for now.

Friday, June 17, 2011

New Poppers ordered!

Like every other popperbator out there, I've been having trouble finding good stuff these days. At the advice of a Bateworld buddy, I ordered these poppers from the UK a few days ago. It'll be at least another week before they arrive I'm sure, but when they do I plan to have a popper-goon day with my penis to celebrate. I'll report back with a review afterward to let you know how it went and whether or not I recommend them. I've got a boner just thinking about it!

Neglected Masturbation

It's been a busy fuckin' week! I've hardly had any time to masturbate. Well, when I say that I mean I've only had about 2 hours of masturbation each night, which for me is a very big dry spell. My last extended bate was late Saturday night. I was out of town all day and got home around 11pm. The first thing I did when I got home was get naked and sit down to masturbate my penis. I edged and gooned for nearly 6 hours, spraying my load all over the room just before 5am. Every day since has been 2 hours or less.

I've just had too much bullshit interfering with my bate time. That ends tonight, though. When I get home from work, my plan is to masturbate all night and well into tomorrow. In fact, I think I'll just edge my penis all fucking weekend. It's been a while since I did that. No plans, no obligations, just me and my penis. Lay around the house, watching porn, talking with other bate buds, and just wallowing in solosex.

I love being a masturbator.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Healthy Friction 2011 Experience: Sunday

Sunday morning I woke up to masturbation, again. Masturbator I. decided to come wake me by masturbating next to my bed. It was a great thing to see as soon as I opened my eyes! After a minute or two of watching him, I groggily got up and took a shower. By the time I was done, the housemates were already gathering in the kitchen for breakfast. I rubbed my penis while I ate some of the enormous eclair from dinner the night before (thanks, P.!) and masturbator I. offered to make us all a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs.

While he was cooking, I noticed that A. was out by the pool alone, laying in a lounge chair in the grass, and was masturbating blissfully in the morning sun. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he masturbated. It was beautiful to see. I decided I would try to heighten his bliss and walked over. I started rubbing his thighs and chest, working my way up to his shoulders, giving him a (completely amateur) massage while masturbated in the sunlight. He smiled at me and said it felt amazing while he continued to edge his penis. It felt great to be a part of his bliss like that. Soon, the smell of cooking bacon made our stomachs snap us both back to attention, and we went back inside with the others. We all enjoyed a great breakfast, compliments of I., and talked together for a while.

Another of our masturbator brothers started showing us some of his bate creations. It turns out he created a lot of the bate tunes and beats that I goon to regularly, and he put some of them to slide shows of erect, masturbated penises. They were great! They made me masturbate, and there's no higher compliment I can give than that!

Later, more masturbators began to arrive and the bate continued, though Sunday had a much smaller group than either of the previous two days. It was the same blissful masturbation that we had already enjoy for days. Men were masturbating penises anywhere they wanted. We watched porn, we gooned, we babbled, we talked, we masturbated. I gooned very deeply on the sofa with I. and another beefy, bearish, handsome masturbator whose name I never got, unfortunately (I'd love to masturbate with you again!). I also had another intense session in both the living room and the kitchen with M., whose penis and nipples (and incredibly handsome face!) continue to feed the bate in my head.

Sunday went on this way for many hours. A small, well-masturbated group of men hanging around the house together, just enjoying being masturbators as the weekend drew to a close. A few were staying for a while longer in the week, but for most of us, Sunday was our last day before we headed back to "reality". We kept the bate perpetuated at all times. We'd hang out inside or outside, in the kitchen, in the living room, wherever, and always at least one of us was masturbating penis.

Slowly the day went until masturbators began to pack up and leave here and there. A few were going to dinner again and invited me, but I had to get back to my day-to-day life. I said my goodbyes after shooting two(!) more loads that day and left.

My penis was almost sore, I was sunburned, and I was exhausted, but I'd just had one of the best experiences of my life. I can't thank BillyJack enough for setting up another great masturbation weekend, and I can't thank all of the attendees enough for making the trip to my own backyard. I've got to be the luckiest masturbator alive.