A funny video I stumbled on today... I think the last guy pretty much says it all!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
CoreyJo (faithful reader and lady with a heart of gold!) asked what to do, what to do…when her Sailor pounds and pounds (or humps and humps) and has trouble getting off when he’s done a little too much celebrating. He calls it “Whiskey Dick.”
Now, we all have different levels of tolerance to drinking. Evidently, The Sailor has a fairly high one – his dick still rises up and wants entertainment. But, the nerve endings have been numbed enough that he has difficulty cumming.
So, CoreyJo wants to know what she can do to help him over the top and get him off.
My immediate response was “Well, that’s a tough one.” Then I gave it some thought.
As most of us guys know, a beer or shot (or two) can help us relax; help us douse those nerves that might keep us from making overtures when we want a partner but don’t have a fuck-buddy to help us lighten the load in the stones. And a couple of drinks are about all we can handle before our divining rods begin to droop. Alcohol can fuck up a wet dream if we aren’t careful.
The problem is that [alcohol] acts as an anesthetic, a numbing agent. Ever watch a period piece movie where the whiskey is called for prior to digging out a bullet from the hero’s ass? A good splash is poured over the wound (for antiseptic purposes) and then gulped by the victim (for the drugging effect). It’s because booze dulls the senses, numbs the nerves.
Drink enough and that numbing effect spreads throughout your entire body. Not only can you not feel your face (come on, we’ve all seen the buddy films), you won’t be able to feel your cock either! The result? Little Willy won’t stand up and greet anyone, no matter how much your brain thinks it should.
The key to getting off is the ever-increasing stimulation of the nerves, particularly in the head, frenulum, and prostate. When a guy can’t cum, it can be frustrating as hell – for a partner as well as the guy himself – and it can hurt.
To assist in reaching and going over the edge a couple of toys might come in really handy (and I think the puns are intended!). A prostate wand (CoreyJo, here’s your chance to try out internal prostate stimulation on The Sailor). Or a vibrator, strong enough for exterior stimulation of the prostate; which can also be placed directly to the cockhead.
Get your guy on his back, get down between his legs, and stimulate his buzz button with a vibrating wand while he strokes his pumped-up pud, until he blows that load. Or, get him on his back, grease up his stiff cock really well, lay it down against his stomach, and run a good strong vibrator along the “sweet spot” on the underside of the cockhead, pressing it into his abs (kinda like applying cock to cock frot action). If that alone doesn’t get his pocket rocket firing off rounds, add some exterior poking stimulation to the prostate while running the vibrator on his slicked up dick.
If those tricks don’t take care of Whiskey Dick in a matter of minutes…he may have numbed his equipment to the point he’ll just to live with the blue balls and a rock hard rod until he can get some sensations back, or until he passes out; whichever comes first.
And, because here at Big Whack Attack we’re all about the enjoyment of cock (our own as well as others), just a word of warning to you guys out there who celebrate too often: Keep it up and eventually you’ll find you can’t get it up.
And we don’t want that to happen, do we? NO-siree, we want our cocks as stiff as a tree trunk ...
or as hard as a board...
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Yesterday’s post reminded me of a question thread on a forum a while back. The idea of pre-cum intrigues a lot of men (and ladies, too) and I know I’ve covered what it is and what it’s for (read the post). But the question this guy had is one I’ve heard talked about before; many times.
During the early portion of a seminar I attended, in preparation for everyone getting naked, the instructor stated: “Don’t be concerned if you see guys dicks dripping. It’s a natural process of the body. Some guys produce a little bit of pre-cum, some guys leak like faucets. It’s normal.”
Which, of course, got the group of guys to asking during the lunch break why the difference? Why do some of us go through life with dry boners while other guy’s cocks are doing an imitation of a lava flow? So, being the kind of guy I am, I had to start looking for an answer. And got a partial one; it’s kinda like getting a semi-hard-on when what you were really after was a full-blown boner. But, it’ll have to suffice until research catches up.
The short answer is this: apparently, our Cowpers glands produce the bulk of pre-cum during the arousal period, prior to an erection. Once our rods reach that rigid steel hardness we all love so much the flow ebbs. Having that semi is better for us than first impressions have us believe. Because leaking all that pre-jizz helps to make our staff’s slick for easier penetration, or for more slippery, smoother stroking.
It would appear (I don’t know – did a bunch of guys jack off during a CAT scan for researchers? How come I wasn’t invited to participate? Or to at least observe??), when our dicks are soft the urethra is round to allow a better flow of piss when we take a leak.
When the cavernosa fill with blood, causing those raging hard boners, the urethra gets squeezed into more of a slit. This could also be a cause of the flow [of pre-cum] slowing down.
So, the next time you kick back, placing pecker in hand (or someone else’s hand), for a nice long jack-off session, don’t be in such a hurry to get rock hard. Let it simmer for a while, go with the flow and enjoy the juices of your labor. You just might find you’ve got more lube in your tube than you thought.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
So, a straight guy writes in and asks: “Is there any way for me to recharge faster after an orgasm?”
I love knowing straight guys are reading the blog, because it’s for all guys. I want men everywhere to appreciate and take care of the things they were born with. I want them to love their cocks, love the pleasure they can derive from them, and be more and more willing to admit it.
Anyway, results of a recent survey I found that was published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine (it’s amazing what you can find in the internet, isn’t it?) reveals that the majority of men find 7 to 13 minutes of actual intercourse (thrusting) is the most desirable amount of time before cumming. Okay, we can appreciate that, though I suspect there are a lot of guys out there who would like to extend that – a lot! Not that the ladies in their lives would want it – My “stepmom” once told me her husband plunged and plunged for more than 30 minutes and all she wanted was for him to get off and get off, “How long can you hump your ass and keep it up?” she wanted to know. “As long as it feels good” was my response.
But, what to do when you’ve spewed your load, blown your wad, basted the tuna and you want more? Don’t try to rush it! The worst thing you can do is focus on trying to get your pecker up again. Ignore the little beast. Instead, play with the toys she’s (or, for you gay guys, he’s) placed in front of you. You’ll rise to the occasion faster without obsessing over it.
Every time you ejaculate, according to Larry Lipshultz, M.D., professor of Urology at Baylor College of Medicine, the pituitary gland sends a surge of oxytocin and prolactin into the bloodstream; this makes you relax, opening the valves in your dick so it wilts. These hormones suppress dopamine – the neuro-chemical that helps you boner up.
Scientists suspect age-related refractory time (the amount of time it takes to go from spewing your jizz and losing the wood to getting a hard-on again) is tied to the pituitary system; the older we get, the more it disrupts the balance of the above-mentioned chemicals.
But, of course, there’s help. You can raise your levels of dopamine – and thereby your cock – by eating a diet rich in vitamins B6 and B12 and Folate; things such as tuna and asparagus.
If you’re really, really unhappy with the time it takes between shags to get your pole into vaulting position – in other words, only if this is totally ruining your sex life (i.e., your partner is complaining all the time) you might consider asking your doctor about an off-label prescription for cabergoline. It’s typically used for patients with pituitary tumors to suppress prolactin, but researchers have been finding that it can also significantly reduce the refractory time for developing sturdy wood.
And who among us doesn’t like a good, sturdy boner to enjoy?
Monday, October 24, 2011
I’m amazed that Public Boners still remains the most read post of this blog! Wow… Who’d-a thought, right? But I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised – because our cocks really do have minds of their own. It brings to mind an old quote of Bill Mahr’s: “Men name their penis’s because they hate taking orders from a stranger.”
Funny line, but so true! Funny maybe because it’s so true. I think I mentioned before that I used to belong to a gym that had totally separate sides for men and women. I loved this place because it was all guys, all naked, all the time. And, brother! did you ever get to see a parade of dicks whenever you were there. Everything from soft to full-on boners, everywhere; a veritable cornucopia of cock.
My own often popped when I least expected it, but with so many others doing the same thing I quickly got used to it when I was in the military and quit trying to hide it. (Which kind of ties in to learning to be comfortable in your own skin, I guess.)
On one of my visits, as I lounged in the Jacuzzi, the guy next to me not only popped wood, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his stiffy just to be sure I knew he was telling the truth! Which, of course, caused my pecker to rise up. Which, of course, I told him about and, of course, he grabbed. We had a nice 15-minute jack-fest stroking each other’s sticks (no, we didn’t cum in the spa). If any of the other guys in there noticed, no one said anything.
Eventually, it got too hot for me. I guess I could’ve jumped into the pool, but I stood up and went to the showers to cool off. He followed me and we finished what we started, standing face to face until we blew our loads on each other. Hmmm. Maybe that’s why I headed for the showers instead of the pool. Almost an hour later in the parking lot, as we were both leaving, he gave me a smack on the ass, told me I had great legs, a really fine butt (I was still dancing in those days), a truly beautiful cock, and invited me to spend the rest of the day at his place. (Which absolutely ties in to being comfortable in your own skin; I like to think he went home and blew a load while thinking about me!) Alas! I had to return home to wife #1.
Since it was my favorite refuge for escape from the wife, I spent quite a bit of time there. If it was during the day, I’d go up to the roof – also separated – lay back on one of the chaise lounges, and slather on the tanning oil. Invariably, the process of doing that would get me boned up and, if I was alone up there, I’d leisurely jack off. If I happened to be there in the evening, one of my favorite things to do was take a shallow dive into the pool, swim some laps, and then kick back poolside on a lounge chair to relax.
It was one of those nights when it was fairly quiet and the din of the fans lulled me to sleep. I felt a hand on my shoulder giving me a gentle shake. I woke up to find one of the staff smiling down at me and saying “I’m sorry, I hated to wake you. You looked so peaceful lying there like that, but it’s past closing.”
I apologized and, when I went to sit up, my rock-hard rod stabbed me in the belly. His response? A big smile, “Don’t worry about it,” and with a nod at my boning dick, “take your time.”
Now, after 9-plus years in the military, I was pretty good at taking orders. So, I wrapped a hand around my wood and slowly stroked to a massive, explosive orgasm. Twenty minutes later, my body, face, and neck splattered with cum and big pools of it clinging to my abs, I finally made my way to the showers. I only wish he’d stuck around and lent me a hand!
But, I love it when guys don’t freak out over seeing someone with a stiff dick. I love the fact that they are so comfortable in their maleness they understand the simple fact dicks get hard; we’ve got no control over it. We can choose when or where to relive those hard-on’s, but when or where our cocks get it into their [little] heads to stand up and demand attention is their choice, not ours. And there shouldn’t be any shame in that at all.