I invite you to watch my latest short video collage featuring two ladies controlling the tiny cock of the beta boy that I am. Your comments are welcome.
I’m obsessed with masturbation and I spend all my private moments doing it. Nothing compares to the pleasure of stroking my penis for hours on end. I’m a family man (my children have left home), I have a fairly demanding job, but without really realising it, my life has revolved around masturbation. Here in France, it’s the end of the working day, and I’ve managed to spend the whole afternoon masturbating in my office. I should stop and go home, where my wife is waiting for me, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I have to masturbate. Fortunately, she’s going away on a trip tomorrow. I’ve taken a day off to masturbate all day, and the whole of next weekend too. Just me and my constantly masturbated penis: that’s how I’m truly myself.
I’m nearly 60 and I masturbate between 20 and 30 hours a week. I don’t always get a full erection, but it doesn’t really matter. The pleasure is always there, the excitement, the joy of masturbating. I ejaculate perhaps fifteen times a week. But, in fact, that’s not the main thing. The older I get, the more I think my penis is meant to be stroked constantly, or at least for as long and as often as possible.
When I was younger, ejaculation would more or less clear my mind and allow me to do something other than masturbate for the rest of the day. But that’s no longer the case. Even after ejaculating, my penis still gives me pleasure when I stroke it, and I find myself masturbating for entire afternoons, my penis in a semi-erect state until the next erection. In other words, my body and mind set no limits on the duration of my sessions, as if masturbation were the normal state of being. I’ve come to view any other activity as an obstacle to the natural flow of my existence. This annoys me greatly, but at the same time, this realization excites me.