How often should one masturbate on a daily basis?
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windtalkerways said:
Oh Thanks for that. I thought it was anoter Americanism.....:smile:
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Even though I think about sex very often, I only masturbate once every three or four days.
It's not that I don't have a sex drive, I just don't feel the need to do it.
It's not that I don't have a sex drive, I just don't feel the need to do it.
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Good question. Try is as a new thread. My answer is 2 or sometimes 3 per day.:wink:
cebe said:
Good question. Try is as a new thread. My answer is 2 or sometimes 3 per day.:wink:
as a student, im most of my time at home, so first one is usually about 10am, then maybe at 2pm and at 9-10pm. sometimes just that evening one, and when i'm home alone, there can be very long with 1-2 hrs in between. i like wanking!!!
yorksguyuk said:
Were you expecting a right answer? It's really an individual thing, like taking a piss, nobody take the same number of pisses a day, right?
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I masturbate at least one to two times per day regardless of when I get laid. This may not neccesarily be to orgasm, but I do play with my hard cock to some degree of enjoyment. Sometimes, especially in the evening, I'm too tired to even j/o to cumming.
I just basically love holding my hard penis! That's the motivation....
I just basically love holding my hard penis! That's the motivation....
All right, Gentlemen, I’ll grab the shaft on this thread and give this a new phallic curve. (Pardon the insanity of this!) Yes, I discovered the Manly Art of Choking the Chicken at an early age. One magical night in the summer of my 11 th year, I discovered that trying to get rid of a boner by rubbing it would lead to an explosive mess. I was hooked. I was also pretty damn naive. I didn’t know what they called this, but, damn, I wasn’t going to stop. An insatiable abuse of my manhood proceeded for many years. My father walked in once and was horrified—“Don’t do THAT!!” I told him I had an itch. I’m not sure he bought it , but the minute he was gone, I took care of that itch with great style. After that I found better times and places to practice my new hobby.
A marathon session? One summer in the dorms, I couldn’t get enough. The minute I shot my load, I was ready to go at it again. This went on for about 6 hours and I was starting to shoot blanks . . . and getting really frustrated. . . and raw. I also foolishly left the curtains open and had an audience of coeds suddenly cheering me on. I went to the window at full mast, saluted them, closed the curtains, and got the job done. Thank you, coeds!
Which leads me to the curve. I am diabetic. I suspect there are more on this board. And for those that don’t know, the combination of diabetes with the possibility of a massive hardon and shooting your load, well, eventually, you’re going end up with noodle. Aaaarrrggghhhhhhh!! You can have anything else, but not my dick! I love my dick! Solutions: (You’re going to love these!) 1. a cockring (OK, not bad!), 2. Viagra, Levitra, etc., (more on that in a moment—stay tuned) 3. injections in your penis (No fricking way!), and 4. a surgically installed piece of metal to bend into position for show time (an even bigger NO FRICKING WAY!, and imagine trying to explain that as you go through a metal detector!) I got on the internet and ordered the cock ring—a great little latex number. I thought about talking to my Doctor about Viagra, but can you imagine this conversation? (Rap beat begins.) “Yo, yo, Doc, We gotta talk about my cock, It once was like a rock, Now I’m stroking off a sock! I wanna have a hardon with the head right by my eye, and shoot my pearl jam a hundred feet in the sky! Yo, yo, yo! Word, ya big motha!” (End of rap.)You can imagine the scenario that would follow: the Nurse passes out in shock, hits her head, needs reconstructive surgery, and numerous years of psychotherapy. The Doctor has a coronary, drops dead on the spot, and I am arrested and imprisoned for assault and murder by a formerly fellatiated, I mean, fellonious deadly weapon. My new life: “Hey, Bubba, can I have a break and stand up now!” After shooting blanks for a frustrating two weeks, the cockrings arrived. I lubed up, snapped that puppy on, and saw stars within minutes . . . a number of times. Oh, Baby, I’ am SO back! Now I start my day with that routine—get a hardon, lube up, put the ring on, get a bigger hardon, and stroke something that feels like a beer can for a good hour. However, my dick seems to have taken on a life of its own lately. The “Master of The Universe” behaves like a gentlemen during the day politlely hanging down my left trouser leg, but, at night, it becomes like the plant in LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS: “Feed me! FEED ME! Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.” It’s insatiable. It needs attention before bed. I sleep in just a t-shirt so it’s free to wander around unrestricted, but It wakes me up at 2:00 AM— “Grab me,touch me, feel me!.” And now it’s more accurate than my alarm clock: “Wake up, Big Guy, whip me, beat me, hurt me, I’m yours. Yeeeeeessssss!!!!!” I’ve even mastered ambidextrerity for it now!
The outcome after two months of slip sliding away? I don’t know if there is a corrolary here, but my blood sugar has not been so good in ages. I’m almost normal. My Doctor was ecstatic! (I was ecstatic for a whole other reason: the Master has grown!) He felt that possibly my pancreas had been stimulated. If he only knew what was being stimulated . . . ! ( Not now, Bubba!)
However, if push comes to shove and it shrivels up and falls off, I hope there will be cock transplants in the future, and I am first in line for one of the big ones! A great big whopping 14 by 7! Or is that too much?!
A marathon session? One summer in the dorms, I couldn’t get enough. The minute I shot my load, I was ready to go at it again. This went on for about 6 hours and I was starting to shoot blanks . . . and getting really frustrated. . . and raw. I also foolishly left the curtains open and had an audience of coeds suddenly cheering me on. I went to the window at full mast, saluted them, closed the curtains, and got the job done. Thank you, coeds!
Which leads me to the curve. I am diabetic. I suspect there are more on this board. And for those that don’t know, the combination of diabetes with the possibility of a massive hardon and shooting your load, well, eventually, you’re going end up with noodle. Aaaarrrggghhhhhhh!! You can have anything else, but not my dick! I love my dick! Solutions: (You’re going to love these!) 1. a cockring (OK, not bad!), 2. Viagra, Levitra, etc., (more on that in a moment—stay tuned) 3. injections in your penis (No fricking way!), and 4. a surgically installed piece of metal to bend into position for show time (an even bigger NO FRICKING WAY!, and imagine trying to explain that as you go through a metal detector!) I got on the internet and ordered the cock ring—a great little latex number. I thought about talking to my Doctor about Viagra, but can you imagine this conversation? (Rap beat begins.) “Yo, yo, Doc, We gotta talk about my cock, It once was like a rock, Now I’m stroking off a sock! I wanna have a hardon with the head right by my eye, and shoot my pearl jam a hundred feet in the sky! Yo, yo, yo! Word, ya big motha!” (End of rap.)You can imagine the scenario that would follow: the Nurse passes out in shock, hits her head, needs reconstructive surgery, and numerous years of psychotherapy. The Doctor has a coronary, drops dead on the spot, and I am arrested and imprisoned for assault and murder by a formerly fellatiated, I mean, fellonious deadly weapon. My new life: “Hey, Bubba, can I have a break and stand up now!” After shooting blanks for a frustrating two weeks, the cockrings arrived. I lubed up, snapped that puppy on, and saw stars within minutes . . . a number of times. Oh, Baby, I’ am SO back! Now I start my day with that routine—get a hardon, lube up, put the ring on, get a bigger hardon, and stroke something that feels like a beer can for a good hour. However, my dick seems to have taken on a life of its own lately. The “Master of The Universe” behaves like a gentlemen during the day politlely hanging down my left trouser leg, but, at night, it becomes like the plant in LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS: “Feed me! FEED ME! Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.” It’s insatiable. It needs attention before bed. I sleep in just a t-shirt so it’s free to wander around unrestricted, but It wakes me up at 2:00 AM— “Grab me,touch me, feel me!.” And now it’s more accurate than my alarm clock: “Wake up, Big Guy, whip me, beat me, hurt me, I’m yours. Yeeeeeessssss!!!!!” I’ve even mastered ambidextrerity for it now!
The outcome after two months of slip sliding away? I don’t know if there is a corrolary here, but my blood sugar has not been so good in ages. I’m almost normal. My Doctor was ecstatic! (I was ecstatic for a whole other reason: the Master has grown!) He felt that possibly my pancreas had been stimulated. If he only knew what was being stimulated . . . ! ( Not now, Bubba!)
However, if push comes to shove and it shrivels up and falls off, I hope there will be cock transplants in the future, and I am first in line for one of the big ones! A great big whopping 14 by 7! Or is that too much?!
WOW Sam that was fucking hilarious! LO FUCKING L man, that is some great comedy : )
I jack off at least 2x a day but have noticed it getting in the way of my ability to perform sexually. If I've cum twice in a day and I end up with a girl later that night and alcohol in me, I have trouble busting my load. Staying hard is never a problem but if I'm going to have sex/ get head I want to be able to bust a move all over her face/chest/ back. I find it easier to do this when I've held out on myself for a few days. So I've now been on a 3 day freeze out from porn which is fucking killing me saving it up for tonight (Thursday) , the last time I'll see this girl until next Fall.
Wish me luck that I am able to get a serious Peter North stream going on later and that I do not fall into the pitfalls of getting too drunk/ finding something to jack off to inbetween now and then. Watching TV is difficult, and class later today will be rough now that the summer fashions are in season. ! . .! >! >! FUCK why is it so hard for some to hold out on masturbating while other people allegedly can keep away from doing it daily with ease ?
I jack off at least 2x a day but have noticed it getting in the way of my ability to perform sexually. If I've cum twice in a day and I end up with a girl later that night and alcohol in me, I have trouble busting my load. Staying hard is never a problem but if I'm going to have sex/ get head I want to be able to bust a move all over her face/chest/ back. I find it easier to do this when I've held out on myself for a few days. So I've now been on a 3 day freeze out from porn which is fucking killing me saving it up for tonight (Thursday) , the last time I'll see this girl until next Fall.
Wish me luck that I am able to get a serious Peter North stream going on later and that I do not fall into the pitfalls of getting too drunk/ finding something to jack off to inbetween now and then. Watching TV is difficult, and class later today will be rough now that the summer fashions are in season. ! . .! >! >! FUCK why is it so hard for some to hold out on masturbating while other people allegedly can keep away from doing it daily with ease ?
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