Why Do You Masturbate ??

[steve2011]

got to love self pleasure and the feeling of you about to cum...amazing!!!!...with the diseases now adays...safest form of sex!

[steve2011]

i masturbate 4-5 x a day...and love pleasuring myself...other hand wanders occasinally..lol!

[jaybeater]

I love masturbating. I would rather heat off than fuck. There is nothing like the feeling of my hand sliding up and down my hard aching cock.
Stroking iot so hard right now. Watcvhing in the mirror.

[ivanyakinov]

Because it feels so good! And it's the next best thing to having a woman do it for me.

[sage]

I masturbate because I love to make my pussy wet and get myself really hot and horny. I love making myself moan and pump my hips or spread my legs. I just keep going until I cum. My orgasms feel so damn good!

[kAyLa]

I masturbate because I love to make my pussy wet and get myself really hot and horny. I love making myself moan and pump my hips or spread my legs. I just keep going until I cum. My orgasms feel so damn good!

I could not agree more sage.

[Tazz41]

I luv being naked, and the feeling of my cock growing in my hand, and the precum oozing out. I think I have a lovely cock. After working it for as long as I can stand it,the orgasm takes hold of me I lean back on my knees and feel the warm cum splash down on my body. Totally vulnurable.

[Lexi]

I think that masturbation is a separate sexual orientation.
Just as heterosexual, gay, bisexual or something similar?
For me, masturbation is the easiest and most important sexual activity. though I am married. I'm a masturbator, and masturbate rather than what I've GV.
I am 65 years old and masturbate since I was 9 Age regularly ie every day. (For many years I have masturbated regularly 3 times daily.) That's 57 years. In that time I masturbated about 26 900 times. Even now I masturbate on average 1,9 times per week.

[LAmahogany]

It feels good, Im single, and if i dont, ill have a hard on all day at work.

LOL! Amen, brother.

[LAmahogany]

I love masturbating. I would rather heat off than fuck.

See, I knew it! I took a lot of crap for taking this position not too long ago but let's talk about the benefits, shall we?

When you have sex, you have a lot to manage:

- Being clean and smelling nice
- Making sure you're both comfortable
- Trying not to hurt the other person accidentally
- The physical athleticism required to keep up and maintain controlling your whole body on order of 10, 20, 30 minutes or more
- Being generally free of any physical ailments that would cause premature ejaculation or loss of erection

I tend to suffer from IBS and without talking about it, it's definitely a buzzkill. But I'll get accused of not being that into my wife or preferring to J/O than to make love to her. When I'm tired, that might certainly be the case, but, the rest of the time, it's just simply a case of not wanting to break wind while having sex (a terribly embarrassing and gross occurrence if there ever was one).

Plus, it's a great way to practice and test out your equipment if you are in between relationships. If you don't do like that scene from "There's Something About Mary" when you finally do get with a chick, you'll last about 90 seconds. Plus, yes, you do think clearer when you don't have the overwhelming urge to cum (trust me, there's a few times I wished I'd have done that instead of other things).

I honestly think the biggest reason some women don't like their men masturbating is not so much being grossed out by the visual or not feeling sexually useful, but it's because if a guy gets off in spite of her holding out for whatever reason, it takes the power away. The reality is, women know we do it but some would prefer not to be reminded of this fact because it makes it more difficult to get our attention. If we've Just ejaculated, there's not so much a sexy outfit is going to do in the way of getting us to maybe agree to things we'd otherwise not agree to.

I've digressed quite a bit from the original subject here, but I would be surprised if more people didn't agree with me. When the choice is putting up with some girl or some guy's shit and jacking off or jilling off, I think most people would rather opt for the latter. It's like my dad used to say--you better be very nice if you're ugly because only sexy people get to pull shit and get away with it.

[Cocknhand77]

For a variety of reasons. As a child it was a way to explore and learn of my sexuality. As an adult it is a stress reliever and sexual outlet.

[fuzzyt]

Because I love my cock! I love how it looks while it's growing. I love how it looks when it's all swollen up with the veins about to burst. I love how it makes my body feel when I play with it. I love rubbing my precum all over my cock, it has to be one of the most slippery substances known to man! I love the taste of my precum on my tongue. I love the anticipation that builds up with each trip to the edge. Masturbating gives me inspiration to write about my adventures. So I can make my own porn videos with me as the star as I pump cum from my cock. And most of all, because, even though the feeling of orgasm is fairly short-lived, it is SO worth the effort! Oh, and I guess, because I'm an addict, a masturbation addict that is. I started when I was nine. That was 50 years ago and I'm still going strong, sometimes 3 times a day. Except, I'm a lot better at it now than I was when I was nine!

[Lexi]

For me, sexual activity is masturbation.
I believe that masturbation is a basic need such as food, drink and breathe .
And also makes masturbation even fun. I now operate masturbation almost daily for 60 years and still have my fun.
Moreover, the Masturbation has the advantage that you can masturbate with less than erect penis. Because with the erection I have a problem since my age of 62 years . I am now 68 years old . I am glad to find myself in such a large company of masturbators .
I masturbate since I was 9 Age regularly. ( I regularly masturbate three times a day for many years . ) That's 60 years. In that time I have masturbated about 27 200 times . Even now I masturbate on average 1.9 times per week . I have therefore the exact numbers , because I brought out of interest a sex diary . Check out times at the link, I 'm Mr.Z.
http://www2.hu-berlin.de/sexology/GESUND/ARCHIV/MAY_99.HTM
I once tried to get along ( out of interest ) without masturbation at the age of 23 years , 21 days I endured , it was hell . I have held out the exactly 21 days and doing my first and only nocturnal pollution experienced.
By the way: Adverse health effects I have not found until now. So do not worry .
I masturbate even better than the GV I have .

[fuzzyt]

You are a man after my own heart Lexi! You could not have stated it more precisely; Masturbation IS one of the basic needs of life! At least it is in mine!

I too had those periods where I tried to stop the addiction. It was never from a lack of interest, but from a crazy notion I had a few times while married to my first wife. I thought that I would be honoring our vows more if I didn't masturbate without her being present. Well, I like you, only lasted 2-3 weeks before I was overcome with desire and gave in to the need for personal pleasure! The first time I "fell off the wagon" was after I had gone two weeks without privately masturbating. But, one day while I was working as a carpenter with some other guys, I needed to pee. We were working on a home between two other occupied homes, so I walked around to the back of the house where no one else was working and got behind a bush so I could pee. As I was peeing I started thinking about how long I had been able to abstain from jacking-off without the help or presence of my wife. Well, of course you know what happened; I started getting hard while I was peeing. It was difficult to finish peeing because the longer I peed, the longer my cock grew.

When I finally was able to finish with the pee, I clinched my internal muscles to force those last drops of pee out while I gave my cock a couple of the standard shakes. However, since I was swollen to maximum by this time, it was more of a waggle than a shake which sent a couple of "jolts" of pleasure through my body. My guard was down and looking at my swollen cock was not helping matters. I shook it a couple more times, and then a couple more with a little "pulling action" added to the shake. At that point I decided it could do no harm if I was to just stroke my cock enough to generate a "few" good feelings; our vows shouldn’t be harmed as long as I didn’t have an orgasm. Of course, the few turned into more, and it didn't take long before I was at the edge of the cliff! Once there, looking over the edge, I made the decision to peek over a second time, and then a third and fourth. On my fifth attempt, I took it closer than all the other times and my cock started to throb from its base to its head. It felt awesome and my old ways won out and I started a rapid stroking action and blew a giant load of cum all over the bush in front of me. After my cock finally relaxed enough to get it back in my pants I returned, guilt ridden but satisfied, to where the other workers were. They were curious as to why it had taken me so long and I made up some lame story about having some trouble peeing over the last few weeks and I probably needed to go to the doctor.

The other time I tried to "stop" my behavior was while I was still married to the same woman. We had been experiencing some struggles and she had expressed to me that she felt I didn't love her as much because I was masturbating without her being present or helping out. I couldn't deny it because she had caught me a couple of times; once when I wasn't expecting her to return home so soon and once when I thought she was asleep upstairs. She also told me she could hear the girls in the videos "moaning" when I was watching them late at night after she went to bed. Evidently, the sound was filtering up through the heating vents! She had just said, "I know what you're doing while you're watching those!" Whoops!

Well, in order to make her feel better, I agreed to only masturbate in her presence and to always give her a chance to give me a hand job before I started to stroke myself. It had been a long three weeks, but not because my cock wasn’t getting any attention. She had been making a valiant effort to rub me off several times a week, sometimes two or three times a day, and had been dressing more seductively in order to entice me to fuck her. However, one night while on a date, she was wearing a really short, and tight, black dress along with some "fuck-me-now" high heels. She also was panty-less and had allowed me to finger-fuck her while in the restaurant before ending up at the theater. During the movie I had my hands all over her legs and tucked against her warm, shaven pussy lips. She in turn would reach over and squeeze my cock through my slacks which was keeping me in a high state of arousal. At one point it started to be painful because the giant soda I had drank while watching the movie, along with the water and drinks at the restaurant, were about to make my bladder explode. So, I told her I needed to pee, really bad, and I DID!

All the way to the men's room I thought I was going to pee my pants. As soon as I made it into the passageway that led to the restroom, my hand unzipped my fly and I reached in to grab my cock. It was still hard from my wife teasing me and I couldn't get it out so I unfastened my pants for easier access. My cock was stiff and hanging out while I practically ran that last four or five feet to the urinal. Even with a hard cock my piss shot out like a fire hose. Relieving the pressure on my bladder was one of those "good" pains! While I was peeing like a horse, a guy walked up to the urinal next to mine and started fumbling with his zipper, all the while taking one of those "out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye" looks at my raging hard cock. You know how it is; you can always tell when someone is looking at your cock while trying to appear that they aren't. Come on, admit it, you do it too! Well, knowing that he was admiring my most prized possession made my legs tingle from my toes to my balls, so I decided to give him his money's worth and put on a little show. I stroked my cock one time, waited about three seconds and stroked it again; all the while the pee was still flowing at an intense rate. I kept up that staggered rhythm until both of our bladders reached empty at about the same time. I noticed his cock had started to swell up as well and he noticed that I had noticed! That made him uncomfortable and he shook his nicely shaped cock a few times to free it from the last drops of pee and then started to awkwardly try and poke it back inside his pants. I, on the other hand, gave my cock a few hard whips up and down to clear my droplets but I didn't stop there. My erratic shakes quickly smoothed out and I started a steady waving action with my cock. My neighbor still had his eyes trained on my cock as he backed away from his urinal. I looked up from my pulsating boner and smiled at him! He gave me a little "hurried" smile and then rushed out of the restroom without even stopping to wash his hands.

Now…my intentions had only been to make this guy uncomfortable, or maybe they were more rooted in my background as an exhibitionist, but for whatever reason I found myself immensely enjoying the sensations I was having. Once again, my weakness came forth as I looked at my handsome cock. It was all swollen up, with a flared out rim around its head, and it was pulling at my ability to have self-control. But it felt SO GOOD! So, with another guy now at a urinal a couple of stalls down, and with a couple of toilet stalls being occupied, I started to jack-off while standing at my urinal. The other guy looked at me, not because he could see my cock, but because he knew what was going on by the movement of my right forearm. As those familiar feelings started to build inside my body, my mind went to my wife's sexy outfit and what had already transpired during the evening. Then I started planning how I was going to pull her dress up in the parking lot and penetrate her while I bent her over the trunk of our car. I wasn't going to cum, only pound her pussy for a couple of minutes as an appetizer of what was to come. But wait a second, it had been almost three weeks since I had masturbated alone and this time was turning into one of those "epic" memories. As my hand picked up speed, I convinced myself that because I was already pretty worked up from all the foreplay in the restaurant and theater, and adding to that my recent display for the guys in the restroom, I wasn't going to be able to control myself once my cock entered my wife's shaven pussy in the parking lot. The solution to this problem would be to empty a load in the restroom, thereby making it easier to contain myself in the parking lot and save a second orgasm for the bedroom. That was the answer! Cumming now would make it better for my wife later on that evening!

So, that's all the convincing I needed, and the new guy that had just walked up at the end of the row was about to be shocked...or maybe turned on...who's to know? I brought myself to the edge of ecstasy and with only a few seconds between, I came close to orgasm several more times. Backing away from the urinal, so I could give full disclosure, I used very quick and shallow strokes while holding directly below the glans of my penis with only the tips of my thumb and forefinger. When I felt the semen rising in my shaft, I squeezed my finger and my thumb together and held my sperm inside for as long as I could. It exploded with the force of a bullet and hit the back of the urinal; not once, but five times! The new guy, who was paying more attention to me than to himself, had turned to watch me cumming and his pee was being redirected outside of his urinal. He became totally embarrassed, straightened his aim and quickly finished up with a couple of shakes. By that time my cock was finished squirting and I was milking the last remnants of my semen from the shaft. I knew I couldn't put a dripping cock back in my pants because my wife might feel the fresh wetness as it seeped through the material. Instead, I just turned and walked to the sinks with my stiff cock waving in the open. A guy came out of a toilet stall just in time to see my reflection in the huge mirror as I wiped cum from the end of my cock with a paper towel!

Once my cock was cleaned up and returned to hiding, I returned to watch the remainder of the movie. My wife suspiciously questioned what took me so long and I told her I had bumped into one of the guys from work and he wouldn't quit talking. She immediately reached for my cock which was still in a state of excitement. "Sure thing," she said and then pulled her hand away! She didn't want too much to do with me for the remainder of the movie, but she seemed to forget about it when I grabbed her in the parking lot, pulled her dress above her waist and bent her over the car while exclaiming, "I can't take it anymore, you're just too fucking hot tonight!" And with that, I penetrated her pussy and commenced to fuck her right out in the open. However, my theory of jacking-off in order to guard against premature ejaculation and give her more pleasure had a bit of a flaw in it. I filled her womb with my sperm while she was bending over the car and then I fucked her again once we were home. That time I withdrew my cock from her pussy right before I came and shot a third load all over her stomach and between her titties. That evening had started out hot enough but adding the excitement from the restroom had bumped my horniness to a higher notch. At least part of my plan worked out, she got a LOT of pleasure before the night was finished. The next morning I woke her up when I started rubbing her thigh with the wet hardness that I had been working on since I had woken up about ten minutes earlier. When I stopped stroking at the first trip to the edge, she asked, "Did you play stop-n-go in the restroom last night? Is that really why it took you so long?" I couldn't lie to her, especially since she was asking me in a very sultry tone. My answer to her was, “Baby, I’m sorry, I was really trying hard to keep my promise and I was doing really good, but you were so sexy last night, and then what happened in the men’s room…well, you wouldn't believe it if I told you!" She responded by saying, "Try me, you might be surprised!" With that she reached between my legs and cupped my balls in her hand and lightly rolled them around while I emptied another load of thick white cum all over her leg!

So, after that, I didn’t worry about how she felt about me pleasuring myself. I decided it wasn’t a habit, or a betrayal of our vows, it was just something that was meant to be! And, even though my wife would have some extremely intense orgasms while I was telling her of my adventures of masturbation, one thing led to another and we ended up splitting up. But, everything worked out for the better. I remarried to a beautiful lady, quite a bit younger than myself, that shares my love for masturbation. She is totally aware that I masturbate often, and she encourages it! Our love-making sessions are quite intense as we share details with each other about the places and times we masturbate. In fact, she’s sitting in the same room with me right now as I write this post and I’m naked from the waist down with my semi-hard cock lying up on the keyboard of my laptop. She doesn’t mind that I play with myself while writing and it’s pretty much guaranteed that she will move in for a closer look when I start getting serious, which, at this rate, is going to be immediately after I finish writing this and click the post button!

[ohmy66]

I have been a widower for many years and I find there are no complications with masturbation as a sexual outlet.