Ball Check!

It's all about the BALLS

The health of our parts is pretty important to me, as you may have already suspected since I keep harping on the health benefits of whacking off. The best part of the Grammy’s last night – for me, anyway – was the CBS-sponsored commercial “CBS Cares.” As last evening’s ad pointed out, there are other health concerns for what hangs between our legs. As a special Valentine’s Day message, it encouraged men to give themselves a Testicular Self Exam (TSE) as a gift to their loved ones and ended with the catch-line (paraphrased here): “Why give diamonds when you can give the family jewels?”

Ball cancer affects many, many men all over the globe – mostly between the ages of 15 and 35, emphasis on mostly! Ball cancer is not ageist. And incidences of testicular cancer have doubled in the last 20 years. Too many guys are still dying from the disease because they don’t check their nuts, or they’re too embarrassed to go to a physician – or, as in many cases, the guys are young and too ashamed to tell a parent there’s a problem.

So let’s start something new here! The fifteenth of every month is declared Buddy Ball Check Day. That means not only checking your own, or getting together with a friend and checking each other’s nuts (we all know being with a buddy can be more fun),

it also requires calling or emailing or texting or twittering a reminder to all the males in your life to do a TSE and requesting they Pay it Forward by encouraging other men to do the same.

If you don’t know how to do this, learn. If you have sons – especially young teens – teach them how to do this and make sure they do it!

Buddy Ball Check… Join my revolution!

TSE VIDEO

Do this...

...and this.

And this. If it leads to a woody, well...

...you know to do this...

and then this.

See? Doing a Ball Check can be fun!

Hero of the Month

Big Boner Hand

It’s been said before and it bears repeating – as frequently as it takes – to get guys to give themselves a hand often. Another small sidebar in Men’s Health magazine again leads us to this month’s Whack-Off Hero of the Month Award.

“Every ejaculation can affect not only your sexual health but also your overall health.” – Judd W Moul, M.D., chief of urology at Duke University

His rule of thumb: More is better. So solicit the help of someone, or if necessary, give your gland a hand. Here’s why.

1.      Ejaculation reduces cancer risk. A study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association showed that men who cum 21 times a month – or more – were 33 percent less likely to develop prostate cancer. Cumming regularly clears out possible toxins in the semen. Dr Moul reported, urologists believe infrequent ejaculations lead to prostatitis, which might be a risk factor for prostate cancer.

2.      Sexersize helps if you are diagnosed. Plenty of sexual exercise now could pay off later. If you are among the 16 percent of men who will be diagnosed, Dr Moul says sexual recovery – in other words, being able to get a satisfactory hard-on – after treatment tends to work best on men who have good sexual function before treatment.

He does, however, issue one bit of caution: Sex can elevate your PSA (prostate specific antigen). When you cum, your prostate contracts releasing small amounts of PSA into the blood stream. So, if you’ve been following the advice of doctor’s and jacking-off regularly (perhaps to supplement any partner sex) and your PSA test comes back a bit elevated, you may want to discuss it with your physician. He may ask you to abstain for 2 or 3 days to get another sample.

Stroke it OFTEN

This might be a good place.

But, really, anyplace will do.

This is the important part.

Cum EVERY DAY if you can. Alone...

...or with some friends.

::: If you know about someone who you think deserves to be recognized for promoting masturbation, email me, give me the details and I'll honor them with the Big Boner Hand. :::

J/O for Entertainment

Answering a recent question from a guy at Bateworld reminded me of the last time I attended a jack-off group. The question was: Have you jacked-off with anyone much younger/older and what was it like? In typical fashion, the doors opened at 7pm and were closed and locked at 7:30. The time between we spent bullshitting and drinking sodas. Everyone strips down when the door is locked. You do not have to participate, but you must be nude – that’s one of the rules.

It wasn’t long, maybe five minutes or so, before a few of the guys got cozy on a mattress. Two were laying face to face, but feet still on the floor; the third knelt on the floor and was reaching in to lend a hand. This guy was in his early 30’s, perhaps about 20 years my junior. He was average height, slender, short light brown hair, green eyes, with a slightly above average cock (cut and nicely groomed). He was bi, like me; he was married, like me. He was there because he was horny as fuck because his wife had just given birth to their second kid; I was there just to have a good time. I moved up behind him and massaged his round ass-cheeks, ran a hand up under and between his legs to play with his balls. He turned to look at me and smiled. I reached around him, grabbed his dick and started to manipulate it, feeling it get hard.

After a while he left the other guys to their own devices and turned around. We knelt facing one another, alternately stroking each other and fondling balls. He leaned down and licked one of my nipples and sucked on it for a while, then moved to the other – all the while he was running a lubed hand up and down my hard shaft. I tried to keep jacking him but the sensations he was creating were so good I dropped my hands to my sides, let my head fall backwards and enjoyed his expert ministrations. When my dick stiffened and my balls began to pull up he let go to allow me to cool down. I leaned into him, ran his cockhead between my thumb and forefinger, massaged his balls with the other hand, and sucked on one of his nipples. He groaned loudly and threw his hips forward and his head dropped back. As I felt his cock get rock hard, I backed off.

We massaged chests and ass-cheeks as we pressed our cocks between our abs, the pre-cum flowing from us like running faucets. Pulling back so our hard-on’s were side by side, he took them both in a hand and began to stroke up and down both shafts; I massaged and bounced our nuts together.

Our positions and stimulation techniques kept varying and we went back and forth for about an hour, maybe a little more. He was the first to cum. He cupped his balls while I ran my hand over his cock from base to head in fast, full strokes. His cock got really hot, and hard as a bedpost, he thrust his hips at me and a spurt of warm jizz splattered over my dick. Ten more times I felt his pecker pulse and shoot, emptying his man-berries all over my abs. It drooled down and I felt it tickle my balls, warm and slick.

When he recovered, he took my still stiff cock in both of his hands and in long, slow, deliberate strokes made me blow my load. I don’t know how many spurts shot out – it felt too good to bother counting. But when my cock began to wilt and my balls began to lower I looked down to see his cock, abs, and hands dripping with my cum. We kept playing with our wet, slippery dicks and nuts until our hard-on’s disappeared completely.

Satisfied and happy, we both sat back on our heels and smiled – and the others who had long since finished and had been watching us applauded. Honest to fucking God – they actually applauded. We laughed, stood up, took our bows and then showered together.

That’s whacking off for entertainment: Doing it just for amusement. You don’t need to be in a group – though a night with the guys adds to the entertainment value – you’re playing with your package just for the enjoyment; the fun and delight of feeling your hard cock in your hand, of your nuts bouncing around. When I wank for entertainment, I don’t necessarily need to cum (though I usually do) and I can play for hours at a time. It’s a nice, harmless hobby, don’t you think?

This is Entertainment

Naked in the Wilderness

There should be no shame in nudity.

It was an interesting week of travel. Conversations ran the gamut from the situation in the Middle East to abortion, to sex, to whacking off. The hotel had an indoor pool and adult only hours were posted with nudity permitted during those times. If you’ve followed my blog in the eight weeks I’ve been doing this, you know I was all over that! I don’t have a problem dropping trou pretty much in front of anyone, anywhere, anytime.

Oddly enough, I was the only one who took advantage of it. Now I mention this only because one dude boasted he’d been host to many a naked pool party. And here he was afraid to let anyone see his cock. One other guy on the crew, whenever talk turned to nudity, would say “Not me; no way.”

The team spent the majority of the day out in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. Now, when you’re nowhere near facilities all day, what does a guy do when he needs to take a leak? Well, most of us picked a tree, a fence, or bush, or just stood at the side of the gravel/dirt road and let it rip. Nothing was really large enough to walk around or hide behind; you were (for the most part) literally in full view of everyone else. Maybe the bush would camouflage your cock, but there was no full shielding. I watered a lot of trees and bushes; marked a lot of fences during the week.

Not so for our two demur team members. The “no way, not me” dude did finally have to say at one point, “Get in the truck and wait, I have to take a leak.” He walked a good twenty yards to a wire fence (behind the truck), turned his back and was able to pee. Naked Pool Party guy’s bladder must’ve been close to bursting by the time we got back to civilization for lunch, or back to the hotel in the evening. I do understand some guys have what’s known as “shy bladder” and can’t take a whizz if in front of anyone if their life depended on it. But he could’ve easily followed suit of the other guy, told the rest of us he needed to piss and stood behind the truck.

I still find it fascinating to see how many men are so ashamed and embarrassed by what nature put between their legs they can’t even be seen by another guy. These two crew members are married. They have children. One wonders how they were able to get naked in front of a girl, let alone develop a hard-on and fuck. I don’t know – maybe the lights are always off.

Yet, they’re able to talk about sex. They could  joke about balls and dicks – even talk about whacking off – but they can’t bare the goods even under the most dire of circumstances. And it's a damn shame if you ask me.

Why hide what you have?

Isn't this what makes you a Male?



Let it be seen.



Be proud of having a cock.

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J/O for Pleasure

I shot my very first load outdoors; all over a buddy’s leg.  Jacking off outside is such a huge turn-on. If you haven’t done this, you owe it to yourself to give it a try. Though I’ll whack off in the back yard, being somewhere else is the ultimate; a secluded spot in a park, on a secluded (or not so secluded) beach.

This particular time was strictly for the value of sheer pleasure; a nice, long, sun-soaked treat. The barracks were located a little over a mile from the base golf course. In between was pretty much barren desert; scrub brush, a few cacti, large granite boulders. It was a warm, sunny, spring day and it seemed perfect for a short hike, rather than going up to the roof as usual. Halfway between the barracks and the golf course sat a huge pile of boulders. These suckers were big as a room. I thought climbing to the top would be a great place for a panoramic view.

I scrambled up and discovered a large, fairly flat area. The sun felt nice, a tiny breeze blew and there was nobody around. Nice place to sunbathe in the buff. I stripped down, rolled my clothes for a pillow and laid back. The light wind tickled the hair on my balls… the sun felt great… my cock got hard (what else is new, right?).

I ignored my stiffy for a long while, though the pre-cum formed a pretty big pool just below my navel. Then, as we men will do, my hand eventually made its way down and started playing with my dick and balls. Slow strokes up and down, playing with my nuts, running a thumb across the head of my cock. Just a nice leisurely pace, I wasn’t in any hurry. Must’ve been about an hour later I heard voices. I sat up and looked around and two guys were walking across the open desert not far from me. I figured I was too high up for them to notice and kicked back and went back to stroking, slapping the underside against one palm, and spreading the pre-jizz over the frenulum – that sweet spot just under the head.

I relaxed and listened to the sounds of nature: the wind rustling the grasses and scrub, the birds, my pre-cum lubed cock sliding through my hand. The guy’s laugh and voice took me by surprise because it seemed awfully close. I opened my eyes, looked down between my spread legs, and there was a head popped up over the edge of the rock. He asked if there might be room for two more and if I’d mind some company. I sat up, moved over, and he and his buddy scrambled up. An outline of their hard peckers could already be seen, creating nice bulges behind zippers. We introduced ourselves and then they wasted no time in ripping off their clothes. With dicks bobbing and nuts swaying, they stretched out along side me.

I went back to my light ministrations and they began theirs. There was no attempt by either of them to grab my pole, but they did a good amount of stroking one another. Every once in a while, as we’d glance at each other, our eyes would meet. It felt relaxed and carefree – just three guys kicked back and jacking off for sheer enjoyment. The sounds of nature now included soft sighs and moans of pleasure and I heard the pace of their strokes increase, their breathing quickened. I opened my eyes to look over at them. They got on their knees and faced each other, but in such a manner that I could see them both in perfect profile: one perfect, slightly curved cock, balls already tight, the other a perfectly straight, glistening shaft and huge, heavy nuts still hanging and swaying. I purposely stopped teasing my dick to keep from blowing my load while I watched them. They put on quite a nice, private performance for me. Cocks straining, the heads almost touching, fists a blur, they shot long ropes of cum across the short divide between them. They both spread it over their now tight nuts and continued to jack. Five minutes later their hips thrust forward and they both came again.

They collapsed to the rock, and I while I waited for them to recover I built up a good head of steam again. I figured I might return the favor. When I could see them watching, I pulled my feet under my knees and pushed my hips into the air. The cum broke through the floodgates and the first shot fired out over my head. Subsequent blasts, probably eight more in all, splattered my upper body from face to navel.

I lowered my ass back to the rock, one hand kept stroking while the other cupped my balls. I heaved a contented sigh and heard them laugh. We laid in the sun for another hour or so, just shooting the breeze about nothing in particular. I stood up to take a whizz over one side of the boulder and as my stream burst forth, they joined me. It must’ve been an amusing sight if anyone could see us: Three naked dudes, standing side by side, the piss arcing out and splashing to the ground twenty feet below. A few minutes later we all dressed and went our separate ways.

Jacking off for pleasure… for no other purpose than to enjoy the hardness of the cock and the intense feel of sliding a slippery cockhead through pools of warm pre-cum on the stomach. To revel in the sensations of the balls swaying and getting right to the brink – maybe a little squirt or two of cum – and slowing down to build it all back up again. Then the tightness in the ballsac, the feel of the nuts pulling up to empty, and the splashes of hot liquid landing, the cum slowing to a lava-like flow that slicks up the entire cock… a great way to celebrate being a man.

Traveling

So, I apologize for not posting. I've been traveling, hopefully to pick up a little bit of work. It's freezing fuckin' cold here in west Texas right now. Thankfully this hotel has an indoor pool and jacuzzi - and allows skinny-dipping after 11pm... Guess where I'm going? It's not a nice warm, sunny beach - but it's better than nothing!

Then it'll be back to my room to do what we men do best: Whack off, drench myself in cum and then sleep like a baby until the alarm goes off at 6am.

Wish I had a buddy here with me. But, oh well... Maybe next time.

Stroke on, brothers; stroke on...