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  • Shaved Dick Diary

    In a couple of weeks, I’m going in for some hip surgery. It’s not major surgery and not really what I’m writing about today.

    You see, in the lead-up to the surgery, I had to get an MRI of my hip… with contrast. Contrast means they had to inject some dye into the hip before scanning me, and the injection had to be done under a fluoroscope.

    But that’s not what I’m writing about today either. I’m writing about pubic hair.

    Because before the contrast injection, I was subject to the inept ministrations of a nurse who had to shave a tiny patch of my pubes off before the doctor arrived to do the injecting.

    Nurses are fantastic people. I think many of them are heroes. I think expecting them to be experts at manscaping is expecting too much of them and this nurse demonstrated that limitation horrifically. 

    Following the procedure, I was a little sore from the injection but I had seriously painful razor burns where nurse De Sade had literally left her mark. Had I known what I was in for, I’d have taken care of that little detail myself and spared myself the pain.

    As the little patch has grown back I have become increasingly aware of how much I love my pubes. I have a special love for all the hair that grows on my penis and scrotum. I do trim ever so slightly, but I value that hair and would hate to be without it, even a little of it, for long.

    Further, I rate body hair as my number one specific turn-on. Furry legs, arms bellies and crotches can get me easily over a dozen other aspects that are less than optimal in a sex partner, and the mere touch of a hairy thigh brushing against my scrotum is often the trigger to a full-on orgasm. I am turned on to hairy guys in a major, major way.

    Add to that my specific dislike of shaved skin and naturally hairless guys. I know this is a big turn-on for many men but for me, it is a bonafide boner-killer. Smooth doesn’t work for me and depilated chests, backs, legs and especially, genitals, can put the brakes on an otherwise great time in a New York minute.

    And I… I am a relatively smooth guy. Yes, I have a modest amount of hair on my crotch and balls and a little in my ass-crack. I also have a little thatch in the middle of my chest and a dusting on my stomach but in all honesty, I have to simply own that I am pretty smooth. My butt cheeks and legs feel smooth as silk. I do not count that as a good thing.

    And I do like my body. A lot. I’m profoundly grateful for it and I think I’m doing damn well with my 57 year-old, formerly fat body. I actually love my body, flaws (real and perceived) and all…

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    I would fuck me.

    So. I’m a relatively smooth guy with a major body hair perv and an upcoming medical procedure that’s going to require depilation on a little more aggressive level than I prefer… What’s a JackDaddy to do?

    I’m going to completely shave my dick. By “shave my dick” I mean I’m going to completely shave off the hair on my pubis, penis, scrotum and upper thigh. I am going to take just a small risk in leaving my modest ass-crack hair untouched, only because my ass has been fully shaved before and the discomfort of crack-hair regrowing is pure torture. I’m just going to trust that the docs don’t need to mess with my ass.

    I am doing this for two reasons:

    1. I’d rather do it myself, with care, than trust the deed to some nurse who could leave me with a vicious razor burn where I seriously do NOT need it and… 
    2. I like fucking with my own established prejudices. 

    I’m going to not only shave down my cock and balls to their oversized infantile state, I’m going to do my utmost to actually enjoy my bald man penis while it lasts. I’m also going to chronicle the experience before the shave, before the surgery and during my recovery… by which I mean the slow regrowth of my treasured meadow of manhood.

    So here’s my unexcited, barely tended, natural penis in all its moderately-hairy glory…

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    I am not a “dick pic” guy. There is nothing particularly wonderful to me about a photo of my own cock (or anyone else’s) without a face attached to a body. This is just an illustration of the fact of my beloved penis as it is today, as it is most of my life. It just is. It simply offers a snapshot of my status quo.

    This Tuesday, I’ll be at my jack-off club, digging fully into the love of cock that is the Jacks and my penis is going to look different, more like this moist meatiness, and specifically sharing my fuzzy buddy with my friends, loving the fingers caressing and petting my bush, the lingering scent of crotch sweat on my fingers and the electrical buzz of the scrotum hair being tickled. I’m going to enjoy that bate like my last meal, even though I know full-well that I have ten more days before my hip goes into the shop.

    Next week, I will probably masturbate every day. Maybe I’ll have a little sex too but on Thursday morning, August 27, I will carefully trim my dick and then mow the whole playground completely smooth. 

    And then… I will indulge in a prolonged session of self-love, doing my best to accept and even embrace my infantilized genitalia and bestow a mighty orgasm upon myself.

    The next day… surgery… and the start of my own pubic hair renaissance.

  • The Dawn of the Solosexual

    The Dawn of the Solosexual

    This primer on solo culture is from April. I’m glad to see this previously secretive and insulated identity getting a little cred out in the world.

  • masturbatorsanctum:

    While the quote above may be a bit harsh, I think it has a good bit of truth. The most homophobic people I’ve met (both men and women) where the people the most insecure of their own sexuality. Frail sexual identities often hide themselves in over sexualized role play. Hence homophobia and misogyny tending to come together as a package deal : when a person is not ready to accept that he or she could be different from the Sexual Norm, that person tends to define sexual roles strictly to feel more secure in their behavioural choices. Psychological appeasement through rigid role modelling. To the contrary, when a person is at ease with his or her sexuality, that person won’t mind expressing him or herself as he or she truly is, the culturally assigned genderization being considered unimportant because the confident person knows that he or she cannot be defined externally by a Social Norm.

  • planetbuddha:

    Send it out with a blast.

  • Control/Release

    My masturbation is an exercise in release. I’m not referring here to orgasm and ejaculation, but releasing the ever-present control of civilized daily life and routine desexualization we all practice so constantly we can’t even see it anymore.

    I get up in the morning and get ready to go to the gym, a very “straight” gym where all the social rules of no-eye-contact and sublimated sexuality are in full force. While I’m getting my gym gear ready, the only one awake in our house, I’m acutely aware of the available option of masturbating and my penis seems to be happily poised for pleasure. My testosterone is at its daily peak and the choice of either masturbating or going to the gym is right before me.

    I am in the groove with my fitness program these days, so I opt for channelling that energy into my warmup and my workout. I head out to the gym and push that mojo through the iron, privately inspired by the other men around me, getting pumped and sweaty before heading back home to shower (this gym’s shower has next to no appeal for me) and get ready for work.

    Sometimes, when I am on the way home and really need to pee, I feel that I will “just make it,” but once my home is in sight I can feel myself starting to lose bladder control, suddenly, urgently needing to get to the toilet before I wet myself. It’s a little like that when I’m horny and nearing my house after a workout… My cock starts swelling just at the prospect of being back home during the “just me” hours, having finished my workout and having, possibly, a little time to pull out my penis and fully engage with it.

    Not always, but maybe a third of the time I do just that. I walk in the door and immediately strip off my gym shorts and jock and feel the heaviness of my swelling cock and balls swinging between my legs as I head straight to my office, snap on my computer, fire up my favorite porn (a couple of hot glory hole videos are my favorite bate fuel these days) and joyfully grant my cock my full attention.

    The house is empty but for me and the dog, resting quietly in his crate, so I can get fully into my bate, talk to my penis in full voice, babble about masturbation, penis, sperm, fucking, cumming… I can explore my butthole, caress and stroke my chest, my butt, my thighs, my arms, my nipples, my crotch, and always back to my pleasure-vibrant penis. 

    I breathe deeply, moan and dance up to and back from the edge of ejaculation, switching hands, cadence, pressure and rhythms, denying specific penis zones while stimulating others, making love with myself like I’m worth it. I smile and sometimes laugh when I cum, simultaneously grateful and generous within myself and I let myself relax and caress myself as my body unwinds after the sperm has squirted and splashed on my chest, my stomach, my legs, my floor…

    I release all the control that I maintain all day, every day—acting like the good co-worker, the loyal employee, the fair boss, the responsible team player, the strong but friendly buddy at the gym, the brother, the uncle, the breadwinner—gratefully freeing myself of the identities I wear so constantly and effortlessly I can forget that I am a profoundly sexual being. I become that profoundly, powerfully sexual animal I love within myself and I let it out to play.

    Masturbation is more than physical, seminal release for me. I committed long ago to never just masturbate to relieve sexual pressure. I deny myself utilitarian orgasms. I find them miserable. That is not the sexual man I wish to be so I simply abstain from that minimizing, dishonoring practice of brief, routine jacking off.

    Masturbation can be, and for me truly is, self-love.

    And it has energized and continues to feed all my sexual interactions. Sex is, more than anything else, connection. When I release my sexual energy with others, I am connecting with them, experiencing and digging deep into our humanity together. I connect no less deeply, no less humanly, no less vitally with myself when I masturbate.

  • Guess who the leaker is?

  • Big Tent

    One of my go-to sex sites is bateworld.com. It’s a masturbation-centric zone focused on diverse men, penis and all the tangential elements of masturbation. It is a very specific online culture I mostly enjoy and has become a frequent resource for my own self-love experience. It adds a social aspect through sharing of the masturbation experience that is, in my estimation, richer than many cruising, porn or camming sites.

    Recently, a member posted a poll there asking the question, “Is bating enough?” It drew upon the frequently made assumption that “bating” is not “actual sex.” It sparked some terrific commentary and I would like to share my own. BW members can view the complete thread at this link.

    This is an interesting question and I appreciate the other comments here.

    For the sake of my own clarity, I personally define “masturbation” as solosex. I also define “solosex” as “actual” sex. The terms are, for me, just ways of differentiating various modes of sexual expression. I don’t distinguish any of those expressions as being “not sex.”

    I’m a sexually active man. BW has grown to be a frequent part of my self-love, though I am also mindful of having me-time without any external enhancements, distractions or connections. I also love connecting physically with other men in a wide range of ways from friendly touching to mutual and group bate and every kind of penetrative sex that is appropriate for the individuals involved. I don’t see BW in opposition to any other mode of sexual expression, but as a fantastic and unique social aspect of my sex life.

    I also experience all of what I’ve mentioned as “actual sex.” I feel far more comfortable just discarding more restrictive definitions of one form of play being “sex” and others being “not sex.” For me, it’s like hearing music or seeing light: Even a distant echo of a tune or a glimmer of light is still music, still light. Even an energized touch from a stranger awakens a process in me that connects to my sexual self, and I experience that as part of the sexual smorgasbord. For me, self-love is sex as much as fucking is sex. If my body is on ANY point of the journey through arousal, plateau, orgasm and resolution, I am experiencing “sex.” Sex is, for me, a big tent with countless options within.

    It’s pointless for me to step inside that big tent and pretend that I’m not there because I’m not doing one specific thing or another. I think that’s too narrow and fundamentalist a view of my erotic human nature.

    Love life. Wade in.

  • This Is Why I Jerk Off at the Gym (Slightly NSFW)

    This Is Why I Jerk Off at the Gym (Slightly NSFW)

    I did not write this. I don’t live in San Francisco. I just liked the article and agree with its POV and its overall message. It’s short. Read it, enjoy and offer your own experience in the comments below. —Paul

    It’s a Tuesday. I’m finishing my workout at my neighborhood gym. I walk into the locker room, throw my clothes off, and head to the showers. The water is warm. I’m feeling like a real…

  • Bator Selfwe

    Bator Selfwe

    I don’t normally post pics of pro porn actors (not knowingly, anyway) but this shot has everything I love: Men, mutual masturbation, boners, smiles and unabashed pleasure. Just imagine this is you and a good friend relaxing together naked, sharing penis pleasure and feeling unconditionally good, unwaveringly shameless.

    “Let’s take a Selfie Selfie Sex @Menatplaycom @FlexXtremmo http://t.co/w6gkCM6zls”

  • hey man, i am a bigtime exhibitionist, solosexual. Lately I’ve dabble in a little bit of narcissism. I’M wondering if at some event, i started getting off onmyself, say in a mirror, or in front of some guys, if this would be acceptable or if people would laugh at me or something negative. For the record, I am being serious, and I DO FIND showing off being watched a major dick hardener. Naked jake

    What you describe is completely acceptable and appropriate for any JO club I’ve ever been to.

    Your challenge would be just being clear about boundaries, since the main play at RCJ is mutual masturbation. We do help guys who want to stay solo by offering our “band system.” It includes a red band anyone may wear to signal that the guy doesn’t want anyone touching his dick. It works and might be helpful in the scene you have in mind.

    I’d say it is definitely worth a try for you. We all love watching at the Jacks. Nobody will laugh at you. Laughter at the Jacks is generally about being giddy after an amazing orgasm.