In July I turned 32 and thought it would be good to summarize the decade activities of my penis between my twentieth and thirtieth birthdays for future comparison. However also because it was a time that is worth remembering. After all I will never go back to this stage of my life.
My experience has changed over time therefore I divided this time into three periods and for a fuller picture of the situation I included the two years before and the two years after: the earliest (18-26), transitional (27-29) and current (30-32). In other words - from a shy but impulsive youngster with a weak and narcissistic penis to a more confident and aware man with a stable and poised member.
I must also add that in this story my 26th year is also important to me, because then I registered here and began to get even more pleasure from my penis than before. I think it partly started my transformation to what I feel today, when I’m a person more aware of his specific sexuality. Conversations with other users on the forum or in private messages have taught me a lot and changed a lot for the better.
Let me know what you think in the comments. Have you had a similar experience or a completely different one? Or are you too young but curious about it? If you have any questions, I'll try to answer. It will be my pleasure. Feel free here just as I feel comfortable here thanks to you.
I know that I was clumsy in what I did with my penis. Often I was too impetuous and too focused on what I felt and what I wanted to feel - I liked to jerk and penetrate, pull the shaft up and down, or just put in and take out, put in and take out. Everything seemed wonderful in this sweety masturbatory-copulatory dance and trivially easy. However I didn't know that all of this is much more complicated and has greater depth. I desired to be the best, to have the hardest cock, but I was weak. I didn't have much confidence and after cumshot I always felt empty and guilty.
It's crazy to think that this whole compiled structure, this stick that can stand straight between my legs when I'm excited, was created to urinate, but also to enter a woman through the labia and, under the pressure of the head of the penis, stretch vagina so as to leave semen inside at the external orifice of cervix after many natural copulatory movements which give great pleasure to both sides. If I had been responsible for the creation of the world, I would never have come up with this weird idea.
Still lying in bed with morning wood I really enjoyed simulating penetration. Even while still asleep, and dreaming of wonderful sex, I pushed with all my strength into the mattress. I know this because I could feel it under my closed eyelids, and could later see the effect of this in the form of traces of precum under the foreskin or white spots of cum on the bed sheets. It was natural, encoded somewhere inside me and there was a greater purpose in mine. The morning wood helped me open my mind and gain strength before the challenges of the day, but it was also a battle test of my favorite organ and more. Because if my cock was hard first thing in the morning, it meant I was fine, I wasn't in pain, I was in good health and full of strength. It was great to start the day this way - jerking my cock carelessly even before my morning pee.
In the morning, my big cock always looked magnificent for me, but also somewhat brutal, a bit like a penis of a large four-legged animal on the farm. My foreskin clenched hard around the head and the veins on the shaft pulsed giving me energy for action. My glans seemed as heavy as a brick and at all times sticky clear fluid was dripping from under the foreskin on my belly or on my bedding. Because of my pubic hair and hairy legs, I sometimes felt like a mythical figure at the time, half horse half man.
Many things could excite me during the day. On the way to work: outdoor advertising for underwear, sauna or gym with partially naked people, sometimes also attractive people on the bus or in my surroundings. I was getting excited when I talked to my friends about sex or someone's good masturbation session or and sometimes when we were naked in the locker room. But also when I saw standard sex scenes in the series on TV or simply when my imagination had run off in the wrong direction at a random time of day. Many things could have made that my penis was getting hard and, well, unexpected erection was never comfortable or easy in such places. Perhaps that's also why I always carried a backpack or bag with me, so I could cover my bulge with that. Before going to the beach, it was good practice for me to jerk my cock off for cum. It was then easier to control accidental erections, but not always with full effect.
Being a young guy I enjoyed making cum without using my hands. All I had to do was think of myself and my penis as an object that could fertilize successfully and then my fluid flowed freely. I've never wanted to impregnate anyone, but the thought that I could do it has always made me super horny.
When I couldn't shoot semen whenever I needed it, I have always felt angry and frustrated and then blamed the whole world for it, including the people closest to me. I cried out in my mind at the time: “Dag nab it, guys! I was supposed to fuck today but because of you I can't even jerk my cock off in peace!”. At such moments all I could think about was fucking or jerking off and that was the most important thing for me However then I quickly felt angry with myself about it and the frustration turned into guilt but the skin on my cock still tingled alarmingly. It’s difficult to describe the feeling.
The case was similar when I used to take a bath on rare occasions. Even if I went in there with a soft cock, after a while the head of my penis would lean out from under the water line and beg me for attention. I liked to jerk off by holding my penis under the water or banging it against the surface of the water. The fun always ended with a shot of cum and further bathing in the water with my white liquid. All the skin on my body was then washed with the liquid containing my male products and I felt that this addition would make my skin look younger and better. This all always with the same plan.
All I had to do was take my cock out and enjoy it all evening. It was better than playing computer games, watching a TV series, an evening talk-show or a feature film. It was just me and my penis. I didn't need toys, erotic films or porn, and there was always ejaculation at the end. Oh well, that was incredible and at this point I have to admit that being able to play with this stick is one of the best things in the world.
In the evenings my penis often looks better than at other parts of the day. The artificial light from the night light showed his line well and made the skin look very tight and shiny. After a bath, my penis was always clean and smelled unearthly as did my whole body, which also gave me a great boost. Throughout all of this, in the evenings I often took photo shoots of my penis. Fortunately, the cameras in smartphones were already taking good pictures at that time, so I can still admire the effects of those activities today. If I wasn't jerking my covered cock on the sofa in front of the TV, I was doing it in bed. Yes, for many years it was in bed that I most often played with my cock. Lying there with my dick raised, I felt like a god. Away from everyone, alone with my organ and twisted mind.
Why was I like that back then? Because I was simply young and stupid? But maybe because I was always incredibly horny and incredibly sensitive to all the stimuli from my penis and they drove me? Maybe because it seemed to me that other men did the same? Or because the only thing that interested me in porn was the main part of the movie? I think many factors contributed to this and the answer will never be clear. I know that at the time I was unable to talk to anyone about the needs of others and my needs. I knew that everyone likes sex and everyone does it as much as they can, but I didn't talk to anyone about it in detail and completely openly. And that was my mistake, too.
I remember that the foreplay I heard or read about was perceived by me as a complicated game for older men who can't get their flabby penises to be ready for penetration quickly. I knew how the penis and vagina were built, but in practice I didn’t use this knowledge at all. At key moments I simply followed what my instincts told me. I did my job and thought I was doing it right, but it wasn't true. It's hard for me today to grasp why I was like that, but I can't pretend it was different.
On the other hand, after cum I felt sleepy whether I was tired or not, which sometimes made me embarrassed, because in extreme cases I could fall asleep anywhere with my dirty cock out - even when my member was hard again and ready for a next round. My sleepy face then said this phrase every time: “Forgive me darling, I'd like to do it again, as you can see my cock is standing up again, but I'm so damn sleepy”. When I fell asleep with second erection right next to someone I thought I was like that typical married man of 100 years ago who, after finishing a twelve-hour shift in the factory, came home and had dinner and then, for his own enjoyment and without feeling the consequences involved, did his marital duty and went to bed. This excited me and at the same time made me feel embarrassed. I didn't want to fall asleep, but that was also something that was stronger than me in my twenties. Also for this reason I was such a hopeless man and such a hopeless lover. I was such an ass back then.
When I was horny and pulled my trousers down standing in front of the girl it was deep in my thoughts that I was apologizing to her for having a penis, for getting hard and for wanting to enter her and do what my erected penis was made for. At the same time I wanted to assure her that I didn't want to hurt her with this, that I would be the way I should be, but even deeper inside myself I felt that I wasn't being completely honest about it. Then the growing excitement made me forget my fears completely. I was like a werewolf exposed to the moonlight. I ripped my clothes off and in the copulatory dance I was once again a dominant male with a male input. The brutal power and element of a god of war. My cock was ruthless and hard as rock, I thrust intensely, wanting to impregnate and be adored for it. However, after ejaculation the guilt returned again, my cock became soft and very sensitive. I was weak again and wanted to hide, to hide my penis quickly from the world. Trying to catch my breath I then grabbed the bed sheets and hid my penis in the folds of the fabric without letting anyone expose it. We had a good time, but at the same time I wanted to collapse to the ground because of shame and inner pain.
Not much has changed at this stage in my cock physical condition. I still felt like a horny teenager, my cock still dreamed the same thing and wanted the same thing, but my relationship with my penis was stronger and I gave him what he wanted. My slogan I could then shout could be: “Tell my friend that I’m horny!” and it’s true. My cock kept begging me for attention and sex. At the same time, I stopped hiding the glans under the foreskin during moments of sexual activity and started working on making the head of my penis less sensitive so that I could play more with it. I tried to be a better masturbator and a better lover. Every day I learned something new and exciting. Today I think that the time between the ages of 27 and 29 was the most intense period for me in this sphere.
My penis wouldn't mind giving pleasure to another person every morning. But as a lone wolf, I usually had to deal with it alone. When I had the time, I could play like this for a long time. Is there anything better than jerking that hard member intensely in the morning? Satisfaction is then guaranteed.
As I began to rediscover my sexuality, at the same time I began to look at my cock differently in the morning. My penis still looked great when it stood in full glory in the light of the day beginning, but I didn't look at it as a mere organ like in animals, but as a purely human organ that is more complicated and is connected to what's in my head, not just by natural instinct. My penis greeted me from then on always with an exposed glans which sometimes hurt me, but most often just turned me on harder. The head of the penis was free and invariably heavily moistened. I loved pressing it against the dry sheets and mixing excitement with panic over the sensitive skin. I also liked getting dressed with my cock erect and covering it with underwear, and then walking around the flat with bulge. My mornings were even wilder than before.
That's me and my cock at the age of 28. We've experienced a lot together over the last few years, but now an idyllic harmony has come between us. I started to appreciate what I have in my underwear and accept everything that comes with it. As a result, my life started to become easier and more normal. I felt pride when I could take it out of my trousers, expose the head of my penis and play for as long as I wanted.
I was happy with what I had achieved. A more powerful penis opened up new possibilities for me and made me hornier than ever before, and my orgasms were more intense. I finally felt that my penis was an integral part of me, looking and functioning as it should have all along. My foreskin retracted automatically with every erection from then on, and it actually showed everything I had. The head of my penis was no longer just accessible to me and a vagina or other pleasure hole, but to anyone who could look at it. It's strange, but revealing this big secret to the whole world also made me more confident. When I stood naked in front of someone and my foreskin was exposed it made me feel that I was fully a man. The only thing I regretted was that I hadn't decided to do it sooner.
Foreplay which I despised as a youngster became very important to me. I quickly discovered that the longer I prepare for the penetration, the longer and more intensively I can do it later, and my penis is harder and gives more pleasure. With numerous caresses, sexual intercourse was no longer just a mechanical activity for me, but a task-filled mystical ritual that could look different every time. I have always considered myself a very creative person, so I was happy to use my skills.
Freed from the bonds of ignorance, shame and uncertainty for the first time I felt like a stallion. My creativity and confidence emanated from my member and impressed others.It's crazy when I think that I could be gentle and caring and at the same time very decisive and courageous.
After entering, I tried to hold out as long as possible and think not about what I would like to experience myself, but about what would be good for the other party and thus for both of us. I often changed positions and started looking for new ones. Some unusual sex positions turned out to be made for the shape of my penis and others strongly tested my endurance. In addition, I discovered that ordinary conversation became part of sexual intercourse. I was pleased to notice that a wide variety of topics could be discussed with a friend during this time, not just those related to sex. In addition, I stopped hiding my dick after successful intercourse. The way it should be, I lay back and was happy that it was getting soft and then could stand again. I no longer felt embarrassed. I also managed to fight sleepiness after ejaculation. From then on, I always wanted to clean up after play and to give an expression of gratitude for everything.
I love it when my cock gets hard for someone and by someone. I then experience a real deep erection, and my penis shines like it's a rock star. I can jerk it like the strings in an electric guitar and do many other things because I've discovered that a real erection is a multi-layered erection that also includes the heart and brain. It's extremely wonderful to be able to share my life with someone in every sphere, including sexually. As I write this now it all seems easy, but it wasn't like that at all. I had to try really hard to do a good job. But I recall it really very well. It was something really refreshing.
I wondered whether there was any point in shaving my penis if the world around me was collapsing in my eyes. I described this in more detail in my notebook: "Okay, but in the past, when mankind struggled to survive by running with spears, did men worry about their penises being overgrown? Did Napoleon's soldiers take care of their pubic hair when they went to war? Did the workers in Europe's first factories have time for that? No, they certainly didn't think about their pubic hair, because they had more important problems on their minds. Now as I write this I'm in a similar situation, and to tell the truth I also don't think at all about what my penis looks like. The appearance of this organ is now a secondary issue". I also didn't feel like working out, because I wasn't sure if I would ever regain my former freedom of movement, and in general I was very much overwhelmed by the whole situation. I had never been the greatest soul of the company, but I took the confinement badly. In addition, I was losing control over what was happening around me, many things were happening beyond my control. I could only watch and wait, which was frustrating.
Six months later, my testicles and the shaft of my penis had become overgrown with strong and thick hair, as had my armpits and my ass. This, combined with my always thick bush and my always heavily hairy legs, made me look like what I was supposed to look like if I were a primal man, just as it was written in my DNA code. This natural masculine appearance began to give me strength, especially the sight of my hairy penis. At this sight, when I took off my underwear, I quickly became horny and again wanted to be more physically active to look good with this penis after the pandemic.
During the pandemic with many things we had to go underground. Locked in our homes, we had to be on our own more than ever before. In order not to lose hope and to keep in shape I exercised at home. In time, I discovered that I could do it naked and with an erection, which was a completely new but very interesting experience for me. My hard member was doing it with me.
My penis was from that moment a penis in its original form. I felt like a caveman after the fall of civilization or like the last man on earth. My overgrown member was always ready to be active and do what he was supposed to do, but there was no one else around for a long time to interact with. My testicles were hard as nuts and busy producing like never before. I, at this time, was also working hard to survive the crisis and get back into shape. I was doing everything to stay afloat and my penis was doing everything to maintain my ability to reproduce. All so that I could strive to preserve the species when the first opportunity to do so after a long hiatus hit. Yes this has always been the main mission of this part of my body.
I don't have to pretend to be anyone, I don't have to play a new role to please someone. I understand it when someone accepts me and I understand it when someone doesn't accept me because of my mistakes. I enjoy what I have. I know I've been given a lot in life, even though I didn't deserve it. I try to be open to people and the opportunities they give me although it doesn't always work out. I respect other people's time and enjoy every short meeting. It's true that the pandemic is no longer so terrible, but war has started in Europe again and many ordinary things have lost their meaning. What is particularly painful for me, many of my friends are in a mental crisis for serious reasons and I can't do anything about it. I know it but my member still has the same needs and the same desires.
I would never have guessed that at 30 I would be more satisfied with the condition of my penis and its appearance than when I was in my 20s. My member has gotten hard in the morning tens of thousands of times, and I hope it will have erections for as long as possible. I'm older than I was not so long ago, but at the same time I'm excited at the thought of what the future holds.
I like to look at my hard penis early in the morning in the light of a foggy morning when the head of the penis is hidden under the foreskin. My member looks serious and steady then. It is big and gentle, but it can also be impulsive and rough if necessary. My manhood grows from a large bush, still has large tight testicles covered by hundreds of hairs. I feel respect for him when I look at him and congratulate myself for living with him for so many years. It's a great feeling to be able to hit this hard rod on my legs and arms or for fun try to reach it with my mouth. I'm happy when I can stroke my pubic hair around my penis in the morning. It calms me down and recharges me for the rest of the day. I worship my cock for a while and then get dressed. I know it will be ready if the need comes.
With a hard penis in my hand, I often cheer on my favorite football team by watching a live broadcast or work in the garage. I like to relax with a boner, sit back in a comfortable chair in the living room and close my eyes. Long and creative masturbation allows me to forget for a while the bad things I witnessed during the day, but also to forget the problems of everyday life. Sometimes I think I would go crazy without it. After all, whatever happens the penis always gives me a lot of positive sensations.
I admonish myself sometimes in my mind not to limit my free time only to this activity, saying to myself: "If you spent as much time on exercise as on masturbation, you would be a bodybuilder". It's possible, but I prefer to find the golden mean in all this. I like to workout and I like to jerk off my cock.
Six years ago I started writing down all my cums in a notebook to monitor how often I empty my testicles. I write down the date and number of shots, day by day. At the end of each year, I always check and compare the results to previous years. So far, I've only noticed slight decreases compared to the first year when I was the youngest, but that's because I'm mostly riding the edge these days. It's probably going to get more and more difficult every year. However, I know that today when I have an orgasm my penis gives off eight or nine shoots of cum with each ejaculation, and then still pulsate.
I'm 32 years old and I'm the proud owner of a penis with which I can give pleasure to myself and others. But my body is not only my penis, it's also my arms with which I can embrace my partner or pick him up and sit him on my penis, but also my legs, on which the weight of all movements, and my crazy brain and much more. So I have to take care not only of the condition of my penis, but also my body and my mind.
To be an attractive man I still try to keep in shape as much as I can. In part, this makes up for the shortcomings of my penis, which is neither the longest or thickes. I'm happy when people close to me notice that I'm trying to keep my body in good shape, because I'm doing it for them too. I am happy when my body is a good addition to my penis and what I am inside. What's more the condition of my penis and the quality of my semen depends on the condition of my body, physical activity and diet. I try to be active during the day, exercise regularly and don't eat junk food. I don't smoke or drink alcohol. Trying to live in good health I want to see a good future ahead of me although the chances that I will find the love of my life and create something more with my penis are decreasing every day.
Every guy knows that it's good to carry a supply of condoms. You never know when they might come in handy. It doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when. The most important thing is to feel comfortable and safe with it. I may not do it often, but I always do it intensely and with great passion.
It's strange but it was only after the pandemic that I started to be more spontaneous. I don't say no, because it's good to have fun sometimes, but always seriously and respectfully. When I stand naked in front of someone with a fully erect penis I feel not only excitement, but also curiosity. There are many things I would like to talk about and many things I would like to do. Sometimes I also like to be the less active side. After a lot of physical exertion outside, there is nothing better than the feeling of someone riding my member as a reward in the first, better quiet place. I'm still very hard then, but sometimes I just miss the fact that the head of my penis is no longer as sensitive as it used to be.
Looking into the past has given me a vision for the future. I hope that the best is yet to come and I will be able to experience new things. If at the age of 40 or more I can describe my thirties years I would like them to be as interesting and intense as my twenties. It doesn't have to be a perfect years for me. Important for me to remember them well and be able to learn lessons for the rest of my life. For myself and others who will want to read it.
Today I think that the version of me from about 10 years ago would have something to learn from today's version. Changes that have taken place are well illustrated by the above photo. Note that my cock head used to be carefully locked under a tight foreskin and was reluctant to show itself outside, because I didn't feel too confident. Just like with pubic hair, which I had a little less than today. Currently the shaft during erection is still as hard and upward as ever and the balls are tight, but I'm fighting without cover. I like to do it with my glans uncovered and I'm not ashamed of the hair I have.
What do you think would be good to cross these swords today?
That's all for today. Thank you very much for reading this entry. This is another maximum length text I have published here. Let me know what you think of this post in the comments.
Happy New Year! All the best in 2024!
My experience has changed over time therefore I divided this time into three periods and for a fuller picture of the situation I included the two years before and the two years after: the earliest (18-26), transitional (27-29) and current (30-32). In other words - from a shy but impulsive youngster with a weak and narcissistic penis to a more confident and aware man with a stable and poised member.
I must also add that in this story my 26th year is also important to me, because then I registered here and began to get even more pleasure from my penis than before. I think it partly started my transformation to what I feel today, when I’m a person more aware of his specific sexuality. Conversations with other users on the forum or in private messages have taught me a lot and changed a lot for the better.
Let me know what you think in the comments. Have you had a similar experience or a completely different one? Or are you too young but curious about it? If you have any questions, I'll try to answer. It will be my pleasure. Feel free here just as I feel comfortable here thanks to you.
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Morning wood | ✔ | ✔ | ✔ |
Horny on demand | ✔ | ✔ | ✔ |
Multiple cumshot | ✔ | ✔ | ✔ |
Hard in the shower | ✔ | ✔ | if I want |
Horny evenings | ✔ | ✔ | if I want |
Jerking off to cum | ✔ | random | edger |
Sensitive glans | ✔ | if soft | |
Boner for any reason | ✔ | | |
Feeling guilty | ✔ | | |
18-26
It was a time when my motto could have been something like this: “I have to release my semen” and it’s true. When I look at my photos from those years I now know that it was the best time when I could make use of my dense white liquid to the thing for which it was created and fulfill my duty to nature. I could quickly become horny and then only had one thing in my mind and nothing around me mattered at that time. Was I a good masturbator? No. Was I a good lover? No, definitely no. But it was just stronger than me. After all, I was so young.I know that I was clumsy in what I did with my penis. Often I was too impetuous and too focused on what I felt and what I wanted to feel - I liked to jerk and penetrate, pull the shaft up and down, or just put in and take out, put in and take out. Everything seemed wonderful in this sweety masturbatory-copulatory dance and trivially easy. However I didn't know that all of this is much more complicated and has greater depth. I desired to be the best, to have the hardest cock, but I was weak. I didn't have much confidence and after cumshot I always felt empty and guilty.
1. Shamefully strong erection in every morning
It was a beautiful time when I waking up with the morning wood and felt ashamed in front of the whole world that from such early hours my cock is hard as rock and ready for action. No matter if I thought about something hot or not, my penis stood straight, just like that. I was a adult men and if I could I would fuck someone every day morning for as long as possible but in the same time the thought that I was horny shortly after waking up made me very intimidated. I didn't want anyone to accidentally see my tent or bulge with a clear penis line on my underwear, but it was my nature and my sign. My declaration of readiness to procreation, isn't it? After all, that's what my cock was made for by nature.
It's crazy to think that this whole compiled structure, this stick that can stand straight between my legs when I'm excited, was created to urinate, but also to enter a woman through the labia and, under the pressure of the head of the penis, stretch vagina so as to leave semen inside at the external orifice of cervix after many natural copulatory movements which give great pleasure to both sides. If I had been responsible for the creation of the world, I would never have come up with this weird idea.
Still lying in bed with morning wood I really enjoyed simulating penetration. Even while still asleep, and dreaming of wonderful sex, I pushed with all my strength into the mattress. I know this because I could feel it under my closed eyelids, and could later see the effect of this in the form of traces of precum under the foreskin or white spots of cum on the bed sheets. It was natural, encoded somewhere inside me and there was a greater purpose in mine. The morning wood helped me open my mind and gain strength before the challenges of the day, but it was also a battle test of my favorite organ and more. Because if my cock was hard first thing in the morning, it meant I was fine, I wasn't in pain, I was in good health and full of strength. It was great to start the day this way - jerking my cock carelessly even before my morning pee.
In the morning, my big cock always looked magnificent for me, but also somewhat brutal, a bit like a penis of a large four-legged animal on the farm. My foreskin clenched hard around the head and the veins on the shaft pulsed giving me energy for action. My glans seemed as heavy as a brick and at all times sticky clear fluid was dripping from under the foreskin on my belly or on my bedding. Because of my pubic hair and hairy legs, I sometimes felt like a mythical figure at the time, half horse half man.
2. Troublesome hardness for any reason
Each day's morning wood was usually just the beginning because many things could have excited me throughout the day. After all, my semen factory has been working around the clock, seven days a week for a very long time. No matter where I was, who I was talking to or what I was doing, it was happening inside me and any guy can say the same about himself.Many things could excite me during the day. On the way to work: outdoor advertising for underwear, sauna or gym with partially naked people, sometimes also attractive people on the bus or in my surroundings. I was getting excited when I talked to my friends about sex or someone's good masturbation session or and sometimes when we were naked in the locker room. But also when I saw standard sex scenes in the series on TV or simply when my imagination had run off in the wrong direction at a random time of day. Many things could have made that my penis was getting hard and, well, unexpected erection was never comfortable or easy in such places. Perhaps that's also why I always carried a backpack or bag with me, so I could cover my bulge with that. Before going to the beach, it was good practice for me to jerk my cock off for cum. It was then easier to control accidental erections, but not always with full effect.
3. Jerking always to sperm because there was no other option
As I remember, my every excitement had to end with ejaculation because nothing else could help me with it and make me feel calm and satisfied. My cock really required play to orgasm. If it got hard for some reason, it was impossible to bring it back to its soft state without using it to induce cum. There was no other option, and if anything it was only for a while, because in the end it had to be set in motion anyway to achieve satisfaction. It led me sometimes to risky behavior and looking for a good place to finish it, even if there were other people nearby. It is difficult for me to admit it, but I jerked off under a blanket while watching a movie on TV with friends, when my mates and I slept in a tent or when I stood submerged above my waist in the dark water while bathing with friends in a river. Whenever I was excited there were no things that disturbed me or could distract me. Playing with another person outdoors but in a quiet place or in a room with thin walls was also acceptable. My orgasm was the most important for me at the time and then my penis was replacing my brain and deciding about everything.
Being a young guy I enjoyed making cum without using my hands. All I had to do was think of myself and my penis as an object that could fertilize successfully and then my fluid flowed freely. I've never wanted to impregnate anyone, but the thought that I could do it has always made me super horny.
When I couldn't shoot semen whenever I needed it, I have always felt angry and frustrated and then blamed the whole world for it, including the people closest to me. I cried out in my mind at the time: “Dag nab it, guys! I was supposed to fuck today but because of you I can't even jerk my cock off in peace!”. At such moments all I could think about was fucking or jerking off and that was the most important thing for me However then I quickly felt angry with myself about it and the frustration turned into guilt but the skin on my cock still tingled alarmingly. It’s difficult to describe the feeling.
4. Even a few ejaculations a day because I needed it badly
The high needs of my cock when I was in my twenties meant that I shot cum several times a day, often just to clear my mind. Sometimes I had to do it in the morning, almost always in the afternoon and every day in the evening. On my days off I allowed myself to do more, so that sometimes I felt that my cock was exhausted and my testicles looked as if they were completely empty. However, my sessions were short and geared towards quick satisfaction so I didn't lose much time playing with my cock. Masturbation was therefore often a very trivial matter like peeing. I needed it to simply function during the day. I knew that my penis was particularly geared to rampant reproduction like a bull's - I didn't need porn or good technique to be horny as hell - but I couldn't subordinate my whole life to that, because that's not only what life is about. So I had to deal with arousal in just this way, often throwing away what I had in my balls.5. Always with big cock in the shower or in the bath tube
I don't know why, but when I took a shower my cock would get hard no matter what, and because of this I practically always washed myself with a boner between my legs. It was as if, after hiding under my clothes all day, my penis was happy to have full freedom of movement. This had a lot of advantages, my dick was the cleanest part of my body thanks to this, because I washed it most intensely for all the sensations it offered - you know, I never hit anything as hard and as intensely as on my soaped member. To intensify the pleasure I often peed off my and pounded my hard cock at the same time, which always drove me crazy. Masturbation in the shower ended with ejaculation, usually while I was still in the shower cubicle, and this gave me time to wash my member again after play. Less often, I ended my masturbation over the basin. However, the situation with a growing cock in the shower also had its downside. I spent more time in the bathroom than I wanted to because of this - at home or in a hotel it was not a problem, but the long showers in my family or friends' homes may have been strange. Besides, I tried to avoid public showers because I was afraid that I would also get a boner there even though it had never happened.The case was similar when I used to take a bath on rare occasions. Even if I went in there with a soft cock, after a while the head of my penis would lean out from under the water line and beg me for attention. I liked to jerk off by holding my penis under the water or banging it against the surface of the water. The fun always ended with a shot of cum and further bathing in the water with my white liquid. All the skin on my body was then washed with the liquid containing my male products and I felt that this addition would make my skin look younger and better. This all always with the same plan.
6. Horny in the evening no worse than in the morning
In the evenings my penis was active even more than at sunrise. My mind was then often filled with a strange nervousness bordering on fear and excitement. I tried not to touch the places near my penis in the evenings, but it was difficult to restrain myself. Then eventually I would pull it out through my zipper anyway or uncover my whole crotch and play with it with great passion, because I had more time for it then. In the evening I jerked my cock longer than usual during the day, but my goal was always one thing anyway - to reach orgasm. I pursued this in various ways, without any aids, because the sight of my penis erect was all I needed. I could never go to sleep without having an orgasm.
All I had to do was take my cock out and enjoy it all evening. It was better than playing computer games, watching a TV series, an evening talk-show or a feature film. It was just me and my penis. I didn't need toys, erotic films or porn, and there was always ejaculation at the end. Oh well, that was incredible and at this point I have to admit that being able to play with this stick is one of the best things in the world.
In the evenings my penis often looks better than at other parts of the day. The artificial light from the night light showed his line well and made the skin look very tight and shiny. After a bath, my penis was always clean and smelled unearthly as did my whole body, which also gave me a great boost. Throughout all of this, in the evenings I often took photo shoots of my penis. Fortunately, the cameras in smartphones were already taking good pictures at that time, so I can still admire the effects of those activities today. If I wasn't jerking my covered cock on the sofa in front of the TV, I was doing it in bed. Yes, for many years it was in bed that I most often played with my cock. Lying there with my dick raised, I felt like a god. Away from everyone, alone with my organ and twisted mind.
7. The stereotypical "in-and-out" man type was inside me
It was very easy to use my cock for various purposes, because it got hard when I wanted. However, my constant need to get my needs taken care of quickly, to achieve satisfaction in relation to my adolescent sex drive made me look at things very simply - fuck and fuck. Instead of showing others how good and satisfying sex could be, I was just doing what I needed to do so I could quickly focus on the simplest thing - putting in and taking out, and quick access to the wet hole was paramount.Why was I like that back then? Because I was simply young and stupid? But maybe because I was always incredibly horny and incredibly sensitive to all the stimuli from my penis and they drove me? Maybe because it seemed to me that other men did the same? Or because the only thing that interested me in porn was the main part of the movie? I think many factors contributed to this and the answer will never be clear. I know that at the time I was unable to talk to anyone about the needs of others and my needs. I knew that everyone likes sex and everyone does it as much as they can, but I didn't talk to anyone about it in detail and completely openly. And that was my mistake, too.
I remember that the foreplay I heard or read about was perceived by me as a complicated game for older men who can't get their flabby penises to be ready for penetration quickly. I knew how the penis and vagina were built, but in practice I didn’t use this knowledge at all. At key moments I simply followed what my instincts told me. I did my job and thought I was doing it right, but it wasn't true. It's hard for me today to grasp why I was like that, but I can't pretend it was different.
8. Extremely active during play but very sleepy after cum
The erection was driving all my senses. Even if I had worked hard physically all day and was simply exhausted afterwards, as soon as my cock got hard under some stimulus or was just about to get hard because I wanted to fuck, my whole body immediately got more strength and I could be very physically active again and ready to play. I was sure that every man is programmed this way to increase his chances of reproductive success, but for me it was just an extra booster at the end of the day and an opportunity to have fun and orgasm or for other things to do at home.On the other hand, after cum I felt sleepy whether I was tired or not, which sometimes made me embarrassed, because in extreme cases I could fall asleep anywhere with my dirty cock out - even when my member was hard again and ready for a next round. My sleepy face then said this phrase every time: “Forgive me darling, I'd like to do it again, as you can see my cock is standing up again, but I'm so damn sleepy”. When I fell asleep with second erection right next to someone I thought I was like that typical married man of 100 years ago who, after finishing a twelve-hour shift in the factory, came home and had dinner and then, for his own enjoyment and without feeling the consequences involved, did his marital duty and went to bed. This excited me and at the same time made me feel embarrassed. I didn't want to fall asleep, but that was also something that was stronger than me in my twenties. Also for this reason I was such a hopeless man and such a hopeless lover. I was such an ass back then.
9. Yes, I have a cock, but I would never want to hurt you
In the first adult stage of my life every erection was an experiment, because I still didn't know all my limits. My penis allowed me to urinate, he had been my best toy for years, he could enter the vagina and meet the cervix to deposit semen there, but also, if I wanted it, he could inflict pain and be an instrument of destruction for others. The thought that my cock, I mean any guy's cock, could be an instrument of evil sometimes blocked me in my early twenties. If I read that someone had raped someone or someone had become a victim of a rapist, I took some of the blame for what happened on myself. Then I was angry with myself for having a cock, for having an erection or by wanting to play with my cock.When I was horny and pulled my trousers down standing in front of the girl it was deep in my thoughts that I was apologizing to her for having a penis, for getting hard and for wanting to enter her and do what my erected penis was made for. At the same time I wanted to assure her that I didn't want to hurt her with this, that I would be the way I should be, but even deeper inside myself I felt that I wasn't being completely honest about it. Then the growing excitement made me forget my fears completely. I was like a werewolf exposed to the moonlight. I ripped my clothes off and in the copulatory dance I was once again a dominant male with a male input. The brutal power and element of a god of war. My cock was ruthless and hard as rock, I thrust intensely, wanting to impregnate and be adored for it. However, after ejaculation the guilt returned again, my cock became soft and very sensitive. I was weak again and wanted to hide, to hide my penis quickly from the world. Trying to catch my breath I then grabbed the bed sheets and hid my penis in the folds of the fabric without letting anyone expose it. We had a good time, but at the same time I wanted to collapse to the ground because of shame and inner pain.
27-29
When I registered on LPSG and began to talk openly to other people about human sexuality, my view of my penis and my body slowly began to change. This process began in earnest after my 27th birthday or slightly earlier and I was very excited about it. I know, it may have happened late in my case, but I began to treat what I have in my crotch more maturely and what I can do with it for others. After many years, I could finally describe my desires and not feel ashamed about it. I learned to talk about how I feel about my sexuality and recognising the needs of others. I stopped feeling guilty about what I was doing with my penis. I started to control my urge more.Not much has changed at this stage in my cock physical condition. I still felt like a horny teenager, my cock still dreamed the same thing and wanted the same thing, but my relationship with my penis was stronger and I gave him what he wanted. My slogan I could then shout could be: “Tell my friend that I’m horny!” and it’s true. My cock kept begging me for attention and sex. At the same time, I stopped hiding the glans under the foreskin during moments of sexual activity and started working on making the head of my penis less sensitive so that I could play more with it. I tried to be a better masturbator and a better lover. Every day I learned something new and exciting. Today I think that the time between the ages of 27 and 29 was the most intense period for me in this sphere.
1. Strong erection in the morning like the promise of a good day
I was no longer a youngster but it was still happening every morning. This hard thing filled my underwear while sleeping and on the way to the bathroom and was full even when I was urinating. My penis hardness sometimes subsided, but sometimes nothing could stop it, and I had to work hard with it over the sink. I mechanically stroked my penis with all my strength for as long as I needed it - because it was the only thing that could save me. When my semen flowed rhythmically into the basin I knew that the old thoughts had gone away with it and I had room again for new content. I start the day refreshed and with new ideas.
My penis wouldn't mind giving pleasure to another person every morning. But as a lone wolf, I usually had to deal with it alone. When I had the time, I could play like this for a long time. Is there anything better than jerking that hard member intensely in the morning? Satisfaction is then guaranteed.
As I began to rediscover my sexuality, at the same time I began to look at my cock differently in the morning. My penis still looked great when it stood in full glory in the light of the day beginning, but I didn't look at it as a mere organ like in animals, but as a purely human organ that is more complicated and is connected to what's in my head, not just by natural instinct. My penis greeted me from then on always with an exposed glans which sometimes hurt me, but most often just turned me on harder. The head of the penis was free and invariably heavily moistened. I loved pressing it against the dry sheets and mixing excitement with panic over the sensitive skin. I also liked getting dressed with my cock erect and covering it with underwear, and then walking around the flat with bulge. My mornings were even wilder than before.
2. Sometimes I came quickly, but more often I did it for hours
I can't say exactly when, but at some point I was banging my cock less often just to have cum. Something shifted in my mind so I increasingly preferred to massage it longer and ride the edge. I wasn't a master at it, but every month I got better and better and kept finding new places to do it. I played with my hard penis for a long time not only while watching porn or while looking at albums on LPSG, but also while watching a soccer game on TV, and I felt that it was not only enjoyable, but also normal.3. Everyday evening sessions on the edge for greater endurance
At this stage of my life, I started pulling the foreskin off my glans every time I played with my cock. This was because I wanted to be more robust during sexual activities, and an overly sensitive penis head was a major concern of mine. Every evening I was always still very horny so it was then that I worked on this goal. As always I pulled my cock outside, but this time I didn't jerk on the shaft, but mechanically teased the hard head of the penis between my fingers. I kneaded it, twisted it or pressed it firmly against my body. Even by the night, I repeated these movements for hours, first trying to contain the pain and then the excitement. Sometimes so long that I fell asleep from exhaustion, but it was worth it. This was my workout, different from when I lift weights, but still a workout - a penis workout. After a few months, I successfully achieved less sensitivity of the head of the penis when it was hard, and I was completely happy that it was no longer the same as before.
That's me and my cock at the age of 28. We've experienced a lot together over the last few years, but now an idyllic harmony has come between us. I started to appreciate what I have in my underwear and accept everything that comes with it. As a result, my life started to become easier and more normal. I felt pride when I could take it out of my trousers, expose the head of my penis and play for as long as I wanted.
I was happy with what I had achieved. A more powerful penis opened up new possibilities for me and made me hornier than ever before, and my orgasms were more intense. I finally felt that my penis was an integral part of me, looking and functioning as it should have all along. My foreskin retracted automatically with every erection from then on, and it actually showed everything I had. The head of my penis was no longer just accessible to me and a vagina or other pleasure hole, but to anyone who could look at it. It's strange, but revealing this big secret to the whole world also made me more confident. When I stood naked in front of someone and my foreskin was exposed it made me feel that I was fully a man. The only thing I regretted was that I hadn't decided to do it sooner.
4. Incidental erections in random places are a thing of the past
At the same time, I felt that I gained more control over my penis. It was no longer getting hard for no reason in different places. Fewer factors caused me to get excited in public places. I don't know if this was due to my evening endurance tests or the fact that I was older, but it made me calmer. If I got excited, it was when I wanted to, and I wasn't afraid that I would suddenly become hard while taking a shower in a public place. I considered going to a nude beach, but in the end if I expose my cock outside it was only in my own garden. Outdoor ads for gyms, saunas or featuring half-dressed people stopped working on me, as did the sight of attractive people around me. That is, it still turned me on, but only internally, with no visible reaction from my penis outside my body.5. Penis as a great tool for giving pleasure to others
When I realized that the sexual side of life can be an amazing adventure, I tried to do everything to make my dick a tool so that not only do I have a lot of pleasure, but also a lot of pleasure I can give to others. I wanted to redeem my guilt and remove from my mind all the situations that showed me from a bad side.Foreplay which I despised as a youngster became very important to me. I quickly discovered that the longer I prepare for the penetration, the longer and more intensively I can do it later, and my penis is harder and gives more pleasure. With numerous caresses, sexual intercourse was no longer just a mechanical activity for me, but a task-filled mystical ritual that could look different every time. I have always considered myself a very creative person, so I was happy to use my skills.
Freed from the bonds of ignorance, shame and uncertainty for the first time I felt like a stallion. My creativity and confidence emanated from my member and impressed others.It's crazy when I think that I could be gentle and caring and at the same time very decisive and courageous.
After entering, I tried to hold out as long as possible and think not about what I would like to experience myself, but about what would be good for the other party and thus for both of us. I often changed positions and started looking for new ones. Some unusual sex positions turned out to be made for the shape of my penis and others strongly tested my endurance. In addition, I discovered that ordinary conversation became part of sexual intercourse. I was pleased to notice that a wide variety of topics could be discussed with a friend during this time, not just those related to sex. In addition, I stopped hiding my dick after successful intercourse. The way it should be, I lay back and was happy that it was getting soft and then could stand again. I no longer felt embarrassed. I also managed to fight sleepiness after ejaculation. From then on, I always wanted to clean up after play and to give an expression of gratitude for everything.
I love it when my cock gets hard for someone and by someone. I then experience a real deep erection, and my penis shines like it's a rock star. I can jerk it like the strings in an electric guitar and do many other things because I've discovered that a real erection is a multi-layered erection that also includes the heart and brain. It's extremely wonderful to be able to share my life with someone in every sphere, including sexually. As I write this now it all seems easy, but it wasn't like that at all. I had to try really hard to do a good job. But I recall it really very well. It was something really refreshing.
6. My member helped me survive the lockdown and keep me in shape
I encountered the effects of the pandemic at the age of 29. The enforced closure changed my life even though I didn't want it. The whole situation also affected the function and appearance of my penis. Cut off from my former life, locked in forced isolation from other people, I no longer had as many options for exposing it as before. I also didn't see the need to care what everything inside my body that was hidden under my clothes looked like. All because no one could see it. During the first wave of infections, I stopped exercising, and then I stopped shaving my armpits, but also my testicles and the shaft of my penis.I wondered whether there was any point in shaving my penis if the world around me was collapsing in my eyes. I described this in more detail in my notebook: "Okay, but in the past, when mankind struggled to survive by running with spears, did men worry about their penises being overgrown? Did Napoleon's soldiers take care of their pubic hair when they went to war? Did the workers in Europe's first factories have time for that? No, they certainly didn't think about their pubic hair, because they had more important problems on their minds. Now as I write this I'm in a similar situation, and to tell the truth I also don't think at all about what my penis looks like. The appearance of this organ is now a secondary issue". I also didn't feel like working out, because I wasn't sure if I would ever regain my former freedom of movement, and in general I was very much overwhelmed by the whole situation. I had never been the greatest soul of the company, but I took the confinement badly. In addition, I was losing control over what was happening around me, many things were happening beyond my control. I could only watch and wait, which was frustrating.
Six months later, my testicles and the shaft of my penis had become overgrown with strong and thick hair, as had my armpits and my ass. This, combined with my always thick bush and my always heavily hairy legs, made me look like what I was supposed to look like if I were a primal man, just as it was written in my DNA code. This natural masculine appearance began to give me strength, especially the sight of my hairy penis. At this sight, when I took off my underwear, I quickly became horny and again wanted to be more physically active to look good with this penis after the pandemic.
During the pandemic with many things we had to go underground. Locked in our homes, we had to be on our own more than ever before. In order not to lose hope and to keep in shape I exercised at home. In time, I discovered that I could do it naked and with an erection, which was a completely new but very interesting experience for me. My hard member was doing it with me.
My penis was from that moment a penis in its original form. I felt like a caveman after the fall of civilization or like the last man on earth. My overgrown member was always ready to be active and do what he was supposed to do, but there was no one else around for a long time to interact with. My testicles were hard as nuts and busy producing like never before. I, at this time, was also working hard to survive the crisis and get back into shape. I was doing everything to stay afloat and my penis was doing everything to maintain my ability to reproduce. All so that I could strive to preserve the species when the first opportunity to do so after a long hiatus hit. Yes this has always been the main mission of this part of my body.
7. Erections in the shower became even stronger
I was more overgrown than ever before, and I was as comfortable with it as ever, but that didn't mean I was dirty. I cared about hygiene as much as I did before the pandemic, that was my lifestyle. I spent more time in the shower, but that was because that was where my safe space was for play with my cock. As always, it got hard as quickly as I pulled off my clothes. The foreskin immediately exposed the head, and the thick hair growing around the shaft and heavy testicles made me want to come even before I entered the cabin. My erections were really strong. I used my penis really intensely. I pounded it long and hard, hit it with my fists like a boxer, and then peed and pounded it at the same time. If I didn't finish it in the cabin, then later I jerking in front of the mirror.30-32
A few months after my 30th birthday I felt that I had reached a new stage in my sexual life. I knew I had full control over what I could do with my penis. I stopped being afraid of my nakedness and body imperfection, but also of the fact that my penis is average and not unique. I have also changed my motto which is now “I have a cock, so I use it well”. No exclamation mark or fireworks, because I feel like a different man than before and I feel my manhood differently.I don't have to pretend to be anyone, I don't have to play a new role to please someone. I understand it when someone accepts me and I understand it when someone doesn't accept me because of my mistakes. I enjoy what I have. I know I've been given a lot in life, even though I didn't deserve it. I try to be open to people and the opportunities they give me although it doesn't always work out. I respect other people's time and enjoy every short meeting. It's true that the pandemic is no longer so terrible, but war has started in Europe again and many ordinary things have lost their meaning. What is particularly painful for me, many of my friends are in a mental crisis for serious reasons and I can't do anything about it. I know it but my member still has the same needs and the same desires.
1. In the morning my cock is hard, it's normal and so easy
As always I wake up with the morning wood and I still sometimes feel in my sleep the penis pushing against the bedclothes, but I have no problems with it. I get up and quietly walk around with this bulge for as long as necessary. I don't have to do anything with it. Sometimes I play with it for a while if I have the time and inclination to do so, but mostly I let it hide. I just know that its a part of my life and there is nothing unusual about it. I can immediately jerk my cock for cum or save my fluid for later or for someone else. My cock no longer requires me to do it right away and that's beautiful too.
I would never have guessed that at 30 I would be more satisfied with the condition of my penis and its appearance than when I was in my 20s. My member has gotten hard in the morning tens of thousands of times, and I hope it will have erections for as long as possible. I'm older than I was not so long ago, but at the same time I'm excited at the thought of what the future holds.
I like to look at my hard penis early in the morning in the light of a foggy morning when the head of the penis is hidden under the foreskin. My member looks serious and steady then. It is big and gentle, but it can also be impulsive and rough if necessary. My manhood grows from a large bush, still has large tight testicles covered by hundreds of hairs. I feel respect for him when I look at him and congratulate myself for living with him for so many years. It's a great feeling to be able to hit this hard rod on my legs and arms or for fun try to reach it with my mouth. I'm happy when I can stroke my pubic hair around my penis in the morning. It calms me down and recharges me for the rest of the day. I worship my cock for a while and then get dressed. I know it will be ready if the need comes.
2. Long sessions with penis in hand are best and good for my mind
I masturbate as often as before, but now my sessions last longer. Also because of that some time ago I discovered that I'm a bator and I'm not ashamed of it. If I want, I can jerk off my dick for hours, worship it, and keep it straight. I'm happy when, after a long massage, I repeatedly manage to avoid ejaculation at the last moment. Each such instance is always intensely fascinating for my cock and my brain, and I never get enough. If I shoot semen, it's always under controlled conditions - I turn off all the limits and move my penis as wildly as I can. This way of playing satisfies most of my needs.With a hard penis in my hand, I often cheer on my favorite football team by watching a live broadcast or work in the garage. I like to relax with a boner, sit back in a comfortable chair in the living room and close my eyes. Long and creative masturbation allows me to forget for a while the bad things I witnessed during the day, but also to forget the problems of everyday life. Sometimes I think I would go crazy without it. After all, whatever happens the penis always gives me a lot of positive sensations.
I admonish myself sometimes in my mind not to limit my free time only to this activity, saying to myself: "If you spent as much time on exercise as on masturbation, you would be a bodybuilder". It's possible, but I prefer to find the golden mean in all this. I like to workout and I like to jerk off my cock.
2. Ejaculations still as good as ever and body shape not too bad
I don't often think about the quality of my sperm, but I once read somewhere that after the thirtieth birthday a man begins to produce more semen. And writing more specifically, that between the ages of 30 and 35 semen volume peaks. So I started looking at this aspect of my penis performance as well. And what can I say for today? Well, based on what I can see, so far nothing has changed, although I wouldn't mind if my loads were more abundant than before. I even have it in writing.Six years ago I started writing down all my cums in a notebook to monitor how often I empty my testicles. I write down the date and number of shots, day by day. At the end of each year, I always check and compare the results to previous years. So far, I've only noticed slight decreases compared to the first year when I was the youngest, but that's because I'm mostly riding the edge these days. It's probably going to get more and more difficult every year. However, I know that today when I have an orgasm my penis gives off eight or nine shoots of cum with each ejaculation, and then still pulsate.
I'm 32 years old and I'm the proud owner of a penis with which I can give pleasure to myself and others. But my body is not only my penis, it's also my arms with which I can embrace my partner or pick him up and sit him on my penis, but also my legs, on which the weight of all movements, and my crazy brain and much more. So I have to take care not only of the condition of my penis, but also my body and my mind.
To be an attractive man I still try to keep in shape as much as I can. In part, this makes up for the shortcomings of my penis, which is neither the longest or thickes. I'm happy when people close to me notice that I'm trying to keep my body in good shape, because I'm doing it for them too. I am happy when my body is a good addition to my penis and what I am inside. What's more the condition of my penis and the quality of my semen depends on the condition of my body, physical activity and diet. I try to be active during the day, exercise regularly and don't eat junk food. I don't smoke or drink alcohol. Trying to live in good health I want to see a good future ahead of me although the chances that I will find the love of my life and create something more with my penis are decreasing every day.
3. One time I needed to watch random porn video to be hard
I've never had erection problems, but in the past few months, one time it happened that I had to quickly turn on straight porn to get an erection. I panicked at the time, because I had never needed it before. Admittedly, I knew it was just an incident, but it gave me a lot to think about and reminded me that how my penis works will continue to change over time. Like probably every guy, I would like to have an erection for the rest of my life. I asked older colleagues how they do it, that at 60 and above they are still incredibly hard, I read various opinions on forums, and now I know only one thing: I need to use my penis as often as I can, even if it requires watching porn.4. In the shower without an automatic erection
One evening I discovered that my dick stopped standing up automatically in the shower. I pulled down my foreskin, washed my manhood and nothing happened - absolutely nothing. This scared me, because I was afraid that this was one of the signs that I was no longer a young man. However, I did not panic, giving myself more time to analyze this case. In the weeks that followed, however, I discovered that still my dick doesn't get hard on its own when I take a shower, and soon after that I got used to it. Now I just get hard in the shower only when I want it to. That is, when I get horny or start jerking it off, and it's just as pleasurable as before, except that it doesn't happen on its own, without my participation. From now on I have to make the first move myself to enjoy it.5. Jump on it and ride baby, even here if you want
My penis has pubic hair everywhere possible because I still haven't shaved my intimate areas since the pandemic began. I've noticed that the hair on my penis is a good sign just like the curly hair on my head. They promote my masculinity against other men and encourage me to try it. "You know, you can sit comfortably on this hairy penis and sink your hands into the curly hair on my head. Not every guy can give you that." - I think with these words I could advertise this if I wanted to advertise on dating apps. Maybe I'm a little arrogant when I write about it, but as I always tell my friends, it doesn't hurt to be a little arrogant from time to time, especially when you're over thirty years old.
Every guy knows that it's good to carry a supply of condoms. You never know when they might come in handy. It doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when. The most important thing is to feel comfortable and safe with it. I may not do it often, but I always do it intensely and with great passion.
It's strange but it was only after the pandemic that I started to be more spontaneous. I don't say no, because it's good to have fun sometimes, but always seriously and respectfully. When I stand naked in front of someone with a fully erect penis I feel not only excitement, but also curiosity. There are many things I would like to talk about and many things I would like to do. Sometimes I also like to be the less active side. After a lot of physical exertion outside, there is nothing better than the feeling of someone riding my member as a reward in the first, better quiet place. I'm still very hard then, but sometimes I just miss the fact that the head of my penis is no longer as sensitive as it used to be.
6. Nothing wrong with watching me naked with my cock
A few months ago I noticed that I accept my nakedness like never before. It's hard to describe, but I don't panic if I have to walk around the locker room with a towel on my hips, I change clothes or when I'm in the locker room completely naked. Even if someone sees my penis, so what? It didn't bother me before either, but somewhere inside me there was still shame. I was afraid to admit it, but it's true. I'm not ashamed of the fact that I have a cock, and the fact that it's overgrown despite the fact that my colleagues depilate their penises thoroughly. I have never been, am not and will never be perfect. Now I know this and accept it. What's more, I think that I wouldn't mind if a stranger took a nude photo of me from undercover, but only on the condition that my dick would be soft in the photo. That is, in the state it is in for most of the day and when it only shows its true daily size. I feel good about it when my cock is hanging between my legs. I'm happy about this, as well as all the changes that have taken place in me in recent years.A few words in conclusion
Included in this post is not only the story of my penis, but also part of my life. It's the story of my long journey from a naive youngster to a more stable man. The basic conclusion of this little research of mine is that everything happens in the head. My penis always knows its purpose, it knows what it was created for, but it's up to me alone how I deal with it. Nothing is imposed, I can always change for better or worse.Looking into the past has given me a vision for the future. I hope that the best is yet to come and I will be able to experience new things. If at the age of 40 or more I can describe my thirties years I would like them to be as interesting and intense as my twenties. It doesn't have to be a perfect years for me. Important for me to remember them well and be able to learn lessons for the rest of my life. For myself and others who will want to read it.
Today I think that the version of me from about 10 years ago would have something to learn from today's version. Changes that have taken place are well illustrated by the above photo. Note that my cock head used to be carefully locked under a tight foreskin and was reluctant to show itself outside, because I didn't feel too confident. Just like with pubic hair, which I had a little less than today. Currently the shaft during erection is still as hard and upward as ever and the balls are tight, but I'm fighting without cover. I like to do it with my glans uncovered and I'm not ashamed of the hair I have.
What do you think would be good to cross these swords today?
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