from BRUCE(Archive: September-December, 2009)Simply by reading this sentence you have begun your return to living in Paradise full-time! (My Phallic Brothers, to connect with a wonderful worldwide Brotherhood of Men in dialogue about masturbating mindfully, please click here: MM4M2 Yahoo group + for more in-depth info on Phallic Worship &c.: Male Mystery School & the MMS Yahoo group also you are invited to join Bateworld where I am a moderator.) * * * What does MINDFUL Masturbation really mean?!? 12.27.09 Dear Phallic Brothers: As you're reading these words, pay close attention to how your body feels, to the flow of energy between your legs: to & from between your legs & radiating through your entire body. I always write my blogs & anything to do with Mindful Masturbation while aroused, periodically masturbating while I tap the keys. Many men tell me they feel my arousal in their own bodies. Pause, please (close your eyes a moment) to breathe & feel your own masculine energy, the life-force that flows through your body simply because you are a human male . . . Often enough I've said that I feel ALL male masturbation is wonderful, so long as it does not reinforce shame or guilt. Basically, aside from social conditioning & personal history that may cloud the isse, male self-pleasuring is about as innocent, pure & life-enhancing as any activity can be. It's not only healthy & natura. Your body is designed to provide you & to benefit from large amounts of erotic ecstasy, just as you need to breathe, drink water, eat food, exercise, rest & sleep sufficiently, to thrive & fully enjoy living. Ecstasy is a necessity for human health & balance. Unfortunately, many men, even some avid masturbators don't really get enough. It's easy to mistake quantity for quality. I'm not anyone's judge, however you can masturbate the same way you've been doing it for years & years & get very little from it. OR you can stop--re-evaluate your practice--start over & retrain yourself & discover the limitless erotic ecstasy you've been missing!!! I've seen this happen over & over again as more & more men wake up to the unlimited potentials ofmore creative male self-pleasuring. I've also been proclaiming a new erotic revolution of male solosexuality, & this is no big ego trip from my end. I don't feel I'm CAUSING it, so much as observing & encouraging this. We live in a participarory universe, as co-creators with the creative process. You can choose to be a passive observer on the sidelines, to live in the audience of life, or you can choose to rise up into your own power. Join the Dance of Life! Masturbating can be used two basic ways, neither of which is wrong: 1.) To escape from boredom or frustrations of daily life & to relieve sexual tension; 2.) In order to enter deeply into your essence as an embodied being, & open the doors of perception. #1 tends to look (from the outside observer's perspective) like a rather predictable habit, often involving a lot of fantasy, fixation on external objects for arousal stimulus. This kind of practice tend to take you into your head, becoming primarily a mental exercise. It can feel wonderful, but leaves you pretty much where you started. #2 looks a lot more diverse, creatrive, playful, intense, & allows your mind to dissolve back into Oneness with your body as a vital, vibrant, dancing animal form. Masturbating this way becomes a fine art, a life-long journey of discovery. There's really no right & wrong, no judgment involved. However to be totally honest, I see the majority of men still stuck in the first kind of practice. Some may feel offended by a suggestion they might want to try something different. Only how deeply rewarding, how nourishing to your soul IS your practice??? The second kind I've described is what interests me, what inspires me, & what I've witnessed changing the lives of men. #1 is a maintenance program, & if that's all you want, it may keep you from going crazy. However, if you can open your mind & open your heart to new & different possibilities, the more MINDFUL practice, #2, has the power to help you become radically sane! Plus it may offer you levels of erotic ecstasy you never imaged could exist!!! This is what I mean by MINDFUL Masturbation. Food for thought?! Not at all--it's fuel for total embodiment, for conscious evolution & for personal transformation. Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Phallic Wizard, Bruce * * * The Return of Josh . . . 12.23.09 My Bros. in Penile Passion: "Howdy, Josh," I say as I see my handsome, hunky friend, buck naked. He looks about the same, lean-muscled & somewhat hairy, however the goatee is gone, but thank goodness he's kept the 'stache! "Guess you know, the mice have been playing while you were gone!" He laughs. "Oh yeah, I know, all right. Cam's been sorta house-sitting & I told him he could entertain friends. I totally trust him in terms of taking care of the place. So how you been, Bruce?" He casually masturbates his big beautiful erection as he speaks & I see that someone's to the right of him. "A lot better now. We had something that might have been swine flu. It's taken a while to totally get rid of it. Looks like you've got kind of a boys' club going on there! Surprised to see you on Skype, with Christmas so close . . ." "The wife's over in London again. S'posed to be back tomorrow, in time. Meanwhile . . ." Josh bends forward, a blur, to readjust the webcam, then I guess he pushes the coffee table it's on back a bit to show more of the aquamarine sofa at a better angle. "We're practicing your teachings, man." He tweaks the angle once more, & I see that Cameron's friend Henry is sprawled between Josh & Cameron. 3 naked, fully-aroused men! The red-head leans his face in from the right & grins, his orange goat-stripe twitches: "Hi, Brother Bruce! Nice erection you got there!" "Hey Cameron-dude," I say. "Got some pretty good inspiration, too." I'm still sorting out the visuals: some of the older man on the left; his two younger friends on the right--mostly just Henry in the middle, his legs up & wide apart now flung over theirs. His hands, left & right are evidently busy masturbating Josh's penis & on the other side playing with Cameron's nipple rings. Cameron's masturbating himself & also playing with Henry's dark-haired balls. Josh does the honors of stroking slowly along Henry's shiny, lubricated & extremely stiff penis. In the middle, the black-bearded face is thrown back, mouth slack--still wearing his glasses though his eyes seem glazed. "So how are we doing?" Cameron says, the Celtic zig-zag tett on his arm rippling. "Are you kidding?" I gasp. "Brilliant!" I'm enthralled, observing this beautiful 3-way mutual masturbation session. Amazing to see Henry's taut belly heaving, his stacked ribs coming & going like a bellows, his chest ebbs & flows, the vivid nipples in their sketched rings of black hairs. I admire the sturdy, lengthwise -ridged shaft of his erection rooted in its dense bush of black hairs. Soon Josh & Cameron relax at his sides, the older man nibbling his ear, while Cameron simply has a hand on his abs, as if tracking. Henry's hands left and right are slowly masturbating the men on those sides of him. On the upstroke his fist pauses deliberately to stimulate the bulbous heads before sliding again down along the shafts. "Beautiful! You guys are totally amazing! Makes all my hard work soooo worthwhile . . ." Sighs & moans & groans fill my earphones. Cameron's relaxed gaze is totally absorbed in watching Henry's hands moving on himself & on Josh--he glances once at me--then he leans back out of the image-field. "Without your DVDs, we never would have gotten to this," Josh says. "I shared them with Cameron & he got Henry into it. Cameron's gotten so good at going on as long as he wants, but then Henry's helped him a lot practicing while I was gone!" "You know what I always say about practice," I groan, stopping my own stroking, as this ia all so hot to watch, I'm close, myself. "It's its own reward. Just doing it . . . well, I think it starts to wake up cellular memories in your body . . ." "Oh, totally," Henry blurts out unexpectedly, opening his dark eyes wide & looking directly at me. "I'd like to talk with you about that Sex Magick thing, Bruce--only later." "Any time," I say & I know I'm grinning. Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Bruce * * * I AM the Embodied Phallic Temple (of ALL my Male Ancestors!) 12.21.09 Dear Phallic Brothers: On this shortest day of the year, between the 2 longest nights, the energy goes deep, deeeep, DEEEEEEP within; if you follow it & don't fight it, it takes you to your core essence. In recent months my masturbation becomes ever more rewarding, ever more profoundly ecstatic from my own perspective, awakening ever-deeper levels of cellular memory. I don't know if I believe in an afterlife, or reincarnation--all the reports we have (including my own NDEs & past-life memories) still require a mind there to tell the story. The mind is a notoriously unreliable witness, prone to fantasy & imagining, which are not bad, only they're not (to me) quite as reliable as direct embodied witnessing of presence. I love my brilliant & fascinating mind, however my challenge & purpose in this lifetime is full embodiment, beyond the separation of parts in Oneness. p3 or pure penile pleasure is the most effective way I know at present, to taste that One that includes everything, rejects nothing. Ecstasy takes me where thinking cannot go . . . Lately I've enjoyed several of my notorious bubble baths playing "Find the Sea-Serpent" + some wonderful sessions despite the frigid predawn, on the Ravine Bench beyond the southern garden gate. More than ever, my penis tells me (not in words!) that it's Miraculous Mystery & Magick are inherited from the unbroken line of male ancestors living within the organs, cells, molecules & atomic stardust of my body. Who knows quite when the penis as we would recognize it first evolved? Sometime after the first complex multi-cellular creatures began their communal experiments around 700 million years ago . . . however that too is speculation. Perhaps the first wormlike creatures in our ancestry qualified? Details! More than even I don't feel the penis is primarily about reproduction. The penis is an astonishing organ of exquisite sensory capacities & of communication & communion. It's millions of cells each functions basically in all the ways your entire body does, like all your trillions of cells. Your penis is a simplified smaller YOU; YOU are a complexified, bigger penis as a whole. Biology IS so astonishing--your penis is at the center of it all! At least from your perspective. You can learn a lot from your penis, especially if you honor the penis as a primary inheritance from all of those male ancestors, human & pre-human that managed to survive long enough to lead to yous! It's evolved so far beyond reproductive utility that its purpose, in my opinion is now to help us evolve into the next stage. Each of us as an integral, harmonious cell in the body of a Universal Humanity. Anything less than that is a self-defeating dead-end, so I choose to fully embrace my potential as the Embodied Phallic Temple (of ALL my Male Ancestors!) I'm the New Adam of the New Earth, & so are you, my Phallic Brother!!! Should we settle for anything less??? Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * Cameron's bud Henry joins the Brotherhood! 12.17.09 My Bros. in Penile Passion: With the New Moon yesterday I've felt that my entire universe is starting over, being re-created, as I'm celebrating not only my Birthday tomorrow, but my transit at last to 100% full-time MM4M activism! This Mission of encouraging masturbatory excellence among men of this planet is both my passion & my vocation. If you are reading this, most likely you understand how powerful & life-enhancing the shameless embrace of male self-pleasuring IS, & hopefully you're playing with YOUR penis right now. Speaking of shameless . . . it has been almost 2 weeks since I've seen Josh's Skype icon green & on an overcast afternoon, blustery & cold outside, warm & cozy indoors, that little icon is jumping in place like it's all excited. As I accept the call, I haul off my soft cotton house trousers, being already pretty much erect. "Hey, Brother Bruce," Cameron's pale, angular figure comes into focus. "Got a nice surprise for you," the naked red-head, his huge raw-pink penis swinging about wildly, grins and bends forward out-of-image, to focus the cam, I suppose. "So where's Josh?" I ask & then, when he doesn't answer, I quickly forget the older man whose couch they're sitting on, as another naked young man sits perched beside Cameron. He's also pale, no tan to speak of, and also on the slender side. Only this fellow has short black hair, a neat little beard & wears round horn-rimmed spectacles. His chest appears somewhat hairy and from a thick black bush of pubes a magnificent pillar of flesh arches upward. Like a big strawberry, the head of his penis confronts me boldly. "This is my bud, Henry," Cameron announces, leaning back & slipping an arm behind Henry, his other hand dips between his friend's legs, stroking his belly, his inner thighs, then comes up under his hairy balls. "As you can see, he's not shy, any more than you are, Bruce! We been watching that BROTHERHOOD OF MEN thing together. In fact, Henry's not queer or even bi-. He like girls . . . mostly." Henry gives me a sly little wave & a sweet smile in his beard as Cameron now has both hands between his legs, which appear dusted with tiny black hairs in profusion. "Only, like me he knows that to really get off, without all the drama & hassle, go for a guy, right?!" "You said it, Cameron. I'm pleased & honored to meet you, Henry," I say, turning slightly so my small inset image shows my penis to full advantage as well. "So, it looks like Josh is forming some kind of club there!" Henry just nods, spread his knees wider & his gaze goes down to Cameron's long-fingered hands: the left hand strokes slowwww & eassssy up & down along Henry's shapley, big-headed penis (perhaps not so long as Cameron's, but extremely beautiful with a bigger flaring glans); the left hand tickles Henry's balls, cups under them, then rubs deeper & slow behind them. Mostly Cameron is out-of sight to the left, but I see most of Henry in all his wide-splayed glory, his smaller, somehow-delicate, artistic hands come gently down upon Cameron's moving hands, to slow them down & direct them. As I observe entranced, I realize that Cameron is slowly working a finger into Henry's anus, while masturbating his glistening penis slow, intense, meticulous. "Not too fast," I hear Henry gasp, speaking for the first time, "not too deep . . . not yet." Still, Cameron continues the probing with his middle finger. "Henry here really believes in Magick, Bruce, with that -k on the end, like you mention sometimes in your blogs. He looks sort of like a skinny, older version of a certain "teen" wizard, only with a beard, doesn't he? Stupid books & boring moves too, if you ask me! That actor Daniel is kind of hot in a nerdy way though. Only we're not talking special F-X or kid stuff!" I'm intrigued by this, yet even more simply swept into the spectacle: Henry's eyes are closed, delirious grimaces are revealing the animal white of his teeth as Cameron's finger slips all the way in, begins stirring within him. This goes on for an excruciating, timeless span, maybe 10 or 15 minutes of Henry seeming in agony, only I know it's ecstasy beyond all mental categories. Cameron manipulates him relentlessly. Finally, perhaps impatiently, Henry removes Cameron's hand from below his balls, using his own & then inserts 2 fingers into his own anus in a sort of modified salute, teeth flashing & eyes rolling up in his head as Cameron's lubricated fist churns over his distended strawberry. Henry's fingers come out; Cameron's one goes back in . . "Hoh!! Hooooooooooo! (a kind of whistling throughy Henry's nose!) Oh god-O-god ooooooooo!!! OH GODDD!!! BRILLLLLLLLLLLIANT!!!" Henry babbles. He grabs Cameron's hand away from his swollen penis, which erupts in three huge spurts of syrupy white seed followed by several smaller surges. His hips swivel, his spine arches up & I hear Cameron laughing: "How do you like that, Bruce???" He keeps his middle finger inside Henry, who whimpers & groans for mercy. "Beautiful," I tell the two young men. "In fact, indescribable . . ." Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Bruce * * * A Brief History of My Penis Obsession (first published on Bateworld) 12.16.09 My Phallic Brothers: Peace & (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * 12.9.09 This Amazing & Beautiful Man -- Peter J. Macay:
(Below is quoted by permission of Peter.) When I orderd Bruce's first DVD several years ago, as soon as I started to
(These 2 images are from Peter's extraordinary appearances in THE COMPLETE MINDFUL MASTURBATION TRILOGY.) * * * The Return of Josh & Cameron -- Mutual Practice Session . . . 12.4.09 My Bros. in Penile Passion: It's been at least a couple of months since I saw my buddy Josh's Skype icon turn green. So my heart lights up like sunlight piercing into the Emerald Forest when that happens mid-morning. He's sitting on the aquamarine couch, his tall, muscular frame naked & unashamed, leaning back from clicking the video call button. He's got a microphone now on the coffee table that holds the 'puter & cam, so no need to a headset on his end. "Hey, Brother Bruce, can you hear me?" he says. The view swerves as he adjusts the cam angle, & I hit full screen. "Yeah, sounds a bit tinny, but maybe gives you more freedom." "Sorry I been so scarce, man, but my wife & I were in the UK for her biz, then we decided to spend some time in Spain before winter sets in over there." "No problem. Only I wondered if your friend--" I say as I'm divesting myself of my cotton house trousers & longjohns--it's been a chilly morning. "Speak of the devil," I say, grinning, as the lanky red-haired younger man appears behind the couch, climbs over the back & plops himself down next to Josh. "Hey, Cameron, howdy!" Cameron leans forward, peering closer into the lens, tugging at his carroty chin-goat whiskers with long fingers of a hand: "You've ruined me, Bruce!" "How's that?" I say, with a sinking feeling, already applying some silicone lube to my swelling erection, feeling slightly defensive. Cameron leans back, throw an arm around Josh's back & both men begin laughing explosively. I can see by their thick, swollen penises flailing around that they're both already hugely aroused. "Am I interrupting something???" "Hey, I'm the one that called you," Josh announces amiably, then pulls his buddy's leg up & drops it down over his own thigh. He reaches for Cameron's erection just as Cameron is grabbing his. "We both want to thank you, actually . . . for keeping us out of other kinds of trouble!" "Don't tell my folks that," Cameron groans, only it seems to be partly pleasure, as Josh is pulling slow & hard upward along the younger man's pillar of flesh; he caps the rosy knob with his fist, then slides his fingers down along the other side, backhand. "I'm supposed to be out looking for a job! Only most days I don't get any further than here . . . on this guy's couch! The bright side is, I'm really learning to enjoy this longer & longer without shooting my wad . . ." The redhead bares white teeth as Josh is precisely triggering the frenulum at the underside of his big shiny glans penis. "So," I say hopefully, "I get to watch you practicing?" YES: For the next 40 minutes, I am honored & excited to see how these wonderful men can drive each other out of their minds--the very definition of mindfulness, masturbating mutually with scarcely a pause. (Once Josh takes a break to go pee.) About all they pause for otherwise is now & then adding more lube. I see Cameron grimacing, blinking rapidly; sometimes he closes his eyes as his long-fingered hands glide along Josh's thick beefy penis. Sometimes his hands roam up the hairy torso to pinch the older man's nipples + sometimes he nibbles Josh's ear, which makes Josh wince & giggle. Sometimes Josh flick fingertips over the rings in Cameron's vivid nipples on his pale, bony chest, which seems to drive the younder man even wilder! Part of the time, Josh tells him, "Just relax, buddy, let me take over," & turns his focus on his more-than-willing victim Cameron. The pale, redhaired man sprawls back, knees wide to give his older friend full access, as Josh methodically manipulates the huge fleshy hose, the hefty balls in their crinkled sac, all perfectly framed by that little puff of vivid orange pubic hairs. Cameron's majestic erection gleams & throbs in the methodical grasping, pulling, tickling, plucking, brushing, squeezing, gripping. His sighs & animal sounds at times seem like he might even burst into song . . . Cameron's head lies back for a long time while Josh is masturbating him. Cameron's eyes are closed, seeming to sink into their sockets. His mouth gapes like a landed fish, brows knit, not in agony, but perhaps his own manner of enduring such intense stimulation. Then, as if surfacing from some deep pool, Cameron's full face reappears, eyes wide with a kind of wonder & he shifts, gently pushing Josh's hand away. "Give me a break," he gasps. A short while later, they sprawl side-by-side again, each holding & stroking his friend's erection. "I'm so glad I'm learning to last as long as I want," Cameron declares with a brilliant grin. "I don't want it to EVER end! Just feels way too excellent!" "Amen to that," Josh says . . . (((HUGS & TUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * Giving Thanks for MY Penis & YOURS! 11.26.09 My Phallic Brothers: Aren't we grateful to be men who love our penises?! On this special day for feeling & sharing gratitude, let's also rememeber that this is the key to ALL abundance: gratitude for what we already have. Instead of focusing on what you don't have & want, consciously give thanks for your belssings, focus love upon all the good things in your life . . . & this attracts even more good. What is called Law of Attraction means that EVERYTHING you experience happens because YOU are attracting it. No exceptions! Even if you think this doesn't work or isn't working, it always IS. It's not theoretical, more like gravity. Good, bad, indifferent, everything you experience IS being attracted to you by your attitude. So one of the best ways for men to feel good & attract even more good things into our lives is the surrender to p3, pure penile pleasure. This isn't avoidance--it's creativity, aligning yourself with the same creative power that creates the universe. It's your gift, your inheritance as a human male, the heir to an unbroken line of male ancestors, all of whom made their own contributions to the evolution & hereditary that produced the magnificent family jewels between your legs. Thank all those male ancestors by fully enjoying yourself, not on for your own sake, also for their sake, for all of humanity--for our beloved H.O.M.E. = Humanity's One Mother Earth. Add to this the practice that really makes you an embodied phallic god, the Hawaiian cleaning process called Ho'oponopono. This means "to make perfect" & you do this by surrendering to the Divine, to Nature, the Universe, Source. (Whatever you want to call that bigger thing we're all part of, you can even call it God, if you like, only this isn't a religious thing.) All you do is accept 100% responsibility for everything in your reality (not blame or guilt, no: responsibility) then simply clean your inner energy. You can clean by saying silently to yourself, "Thank you, I love you, thank you, I love you, etc." or by masturbating mindfully. This eventually takes you to a place of clarity the Hawaiians call ZERO. Really done mindfully, self-pleasure cleans your inner energy. It replaces the inner dialogue of what Buddhists call your "Monkey Mind," that incressant mental chatter of your ego telling itself stories, with a rolling wave of LOVE & GRATITUDE! "I love you, thank you . . ." What could be more wonderful, more perfect on this day??? Or any day! Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Bruce * * * Solosexual Ecstasy Beyond All Mental Categories!!! Part 2 of 2 11.22.09 My Brothers in p3: So . . . I've been intensely yet precisely & delicately stimulating penis/balls & also brushing hands over other parts, inner thighs, chest, nips, face, ears, ribcage, behind knees, rotating ankles in the air . . . whilst also exerting tender extrenal fingertip-play upon my rosebud. MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! The silken pucker of my anus expands & contracts, dips inward & swells outward like the "mouth" of some kind of oceanic anemone or sea-cucumber: oooOOOOOO-EEEEEeeeee . . . ! Amazing sensations zing & zoom & rebound all through my pelvis, which rocks, sending blazing bolts of bliss through my legs-to-feet & up & down my spine . . . making my head feel hollow & radiant like a domed ceiling awash with light & spaciousness . . . This has been going on long enough that when I deliberately relax the smaller outer sphincter of my anus, pushing the tip of the middle finger of my left hand inward, the bigger, stronger inner sphincter muscle also flowers open, to accept the probing digit--OH GODZZZZ!!! Theseus marches into the Labyrinth in search of that hunky, muscular, horned Minotaur at the dark, hidden Center of Centers! WHEWWW!?! I'm snorting & gasping like some kind of bull from the sea myself, as that middle finger slides deeper . . . I periodically withdraw it slightly, then go even deeper until it's lodge full-depth. My right hand grips the rampant, thick hot handle of my erection as I'm totally absorbed in awareness of the buried finger against the subterranean mound of my swollen prostate gland. I'm beset & my mind dissolves with the onslaught of intensity as penile sensation merges with the pressure, the slow sliding, rubbing/subsiding/resuming of the middle finger along the bulbous prostate behind the slick rectal wall . . . combined penile & prostate stimulation takes me totally beyond all mental categories . . . Here's this deep DEEEEEEP Male Mystery! As the anus opens & the rectum surrenders to loving invasion & the heroic entry by my finger . . . I'M OPENED ON ALL LEVELS! Not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually = ONE . . . it's a sort of surrender to something more fearless, a release of the need to control . . . an allowing of profound primordial inner forces to move within my cellular awareness, to motivate my stillness/motion, the continuum of my masculine erotic being. Maybe none of this will make much sense to a rational mind that reads this with any reservations, squeamishness, or a need to understand & analyze?! It's about a powerful gut feeling touching into my core:literally. The stretching, opening, surrender on all levels (nothing theoretical or symbolic about this!) is beyond ordinary definitions of pleasure. It never lapses into actual pain, yet pressure & what might ordinarily be called discomfort easily fits into it, neatly, perfectly, in fact! It's swallowed up & gets totally digested, becomes One with total E2/E3 (Erotic Engineering & Everything) with a potency that's nothing mystical so much as somatic. It's of the body, of the divine nectar, which is the precum pouring copiously from the tip of my penis, transfered via fingertip & to my tongue in Spiderman threads of delicious/divine weaving . . . . . . the only PAUSE button in all this is a shift for balance, inner/outer as I gradually, carefully back the middle finger of the left hand out from within--in itself an intense & amazing process--then shift overall, dropping that left leg into the tub, lifting the right, dropping right hand down behind while the left takes over at penis/balls & the rest of my body as middle finger of the right hand boldly enters the Laybyrinth . . . This time I'm going the let the beautiful/monstrous Minotaur live! Regardless of how indescribably delicious/intense all this is, I will not ejaculate for now. Instead, as a certain knowing that enough is enough for now overcomes me after a time, I do a "Slow Let Go Draw," as I teach in the first MM4M DVD. Then I lie breathing deeply, slowly, my entire body rising & sinking just slightly with my breathing--golden candle light seems paler. I realize daylight has come while I've been gone. AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . such indescribable blessings to be a man who can totally lose himself in masturbating mindfully in order to find his animal soul!!! Peace & (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * Solosexual Ecstasy Beyond All Mental Categories!!! Part 1 of 2 11.21.09 My Brothers in p3: Not that I need the excuse of cooler weather--only it's here! Plus the arrival of the Rain God after almost 2 years of drought in this region reminds me of how delicious it is to dissolve into the Cosmic Ocean of Limitless Bliss. Well, those ancient phallic gods such as Indra, Min, Zeus, Thor, were also lords that brought fertility along with rainfall & abundant erections! No kidding. Sound like some dippy Hindu line? Well, to a man masturbating mindfully, it may make total sense . . . Early this AM--get up at 4:44 AM, which is total synchronicity!--after setting my coffee water to boil & feeding the kitties, I poop while reading a wonderful books called THE NAKED NOW. Meanwhile start to fill the bathtub with hot water, adding some apricot-flavored bubble bath. Before I light the candle & turn off electric lights to lower myself into the liquid delirium of total bliss, I bundle up instead & go outside the that new favorite bench overlooking the ravine behind the house. My 3rd-eye flashlight shows the way, Like Tinker Bell in some stage play . . . along a gravel path, rainfall still drizzling slightly. Wet green leaves flank my stroll through the predawn garden, I hear dripping & some crickets even in the chill . . . Open the gate through the deer fence, close it behind me. I lay out the towel I brought on the wet bench. Sit & switch off that handy 3rd-eye flashlight. Overcast darkness envelops me deliciously. I peer upward; see no stars--or are those faint glimmers? Are they all in my mind? Does my expectation "fill in the dots" & make it seem I see soft jewels ofscattered radiance peeking through??? Anyhoo, in anticipation of one of my erotic solosexual bubble baths, I feel my penis thicken with blood & stiffen in my trousers. Happy fingers release the burgeoning girth & length, the surging blood pumps into the organ, heightens its sensitivity along with the angle that lifts the bulous mushroom-head. A slight breeze & the cool, damp after-rain air feels so exciting, so intoxicating on the exposed surface of my erection. In my heart I think of all the men, more & more men around the world, with whom I feel connected in Phallic Brotherhood. Somehow this growing erection rooted deep between my legs connects me directly with all of them, including YOU. A few slowwww, deeeep breaths as my chest expands & contracts, my heart feeling HUUUGE with brotherly love . . . I gently yet very firmly pull erection & balls in opposite directions, then the other way . . . then a few moments of making fire . . . I'm bouncing the underside of my glans on my palm with distinct little slapping sounds--stars seem to be glittering all through my interior like bubbles effervescing in carbonated soda. A slow & growing rush of wind shakes splatterings of rain from foliage in an invisible progression . . . though the New Moon is growing again toward fullness, I see no hint of i through overcast. p3 radiates from between my legs up & down along my spine (as above so below) down & up my limbs (as within, so without) & my heart feels as if hot, moist petals unfold behind my sternum, as if a giant, fist-sized glans penis unrolls a foreskin from its glistening curvature. My heart feels too big to fit in my chest . . . OOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!!!! Steeped in the mystery, penis bouncing like a dowsing wand before me, I go inside, light the single beeswax candle on a little shelf in the bathroom near the tub. I turn off all other lights, & undress, entering the steamy fragrance where bath bubbles mound in frothy cloud castles. My naked limbs sink & float, my penis arcing up in search of my fingers. Stroking with low whimpers of bliss escaping my whiskered lips, I raise one leg high & brace the foot on the built-in ledge . . . caressing & stimulating my erection with one hand, the other slips behind, under my thigh into the cleft of the buttocks to entertain & seduce my anus within it's little ring of hairs . . . my front hand periodically moves up to pinch my nipples, or stroke my face . . . By pulsating golden candle light I climb plateau-to-plateau beyond all mental categories! (CONT. . . .) Peace & (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * A new favorite place to Masturbate Mindfully/Mindlessly 11.16.09 My Brothers in Penile Passion: I'm on a new bench outside under the starry sky at 5:55 AM . . . a bench my partner made from an old porch swing. This bench stands on a small paved-stone terrace at the edge of the ravine behind my house . . . just outside the deer fence at the southern end of the garden . . . & tucked into the forest below, a gurgle of runoff from the night's rainfall rushes. It's deliciously chilly! I'm quite bundled up, with my little "3rd-eye flashlight" on an elastic band around my brow, now switched off. Even so, by the chilly starlight I can see the warmth of my humid breath condensing before my face. My heart feels huge & open to the universe as I savor the fullness, the sensitivity, the arousal between my legs. That awareness of blood flowing into my genitals is asking me to extract my burgeoning erection from my trousers . . . I lean back, seated on a towel I laid there to absorb the cold moisture of the dewfall. One arm stretches out along the back of the bench; the other hand moves between my legs to liberate my penis from its confines. I'm delicately, slowwwwly, mindfully squeezing, tickling, tugging that swollen, florid organ with practiced fingertips . . . as the slow-motion supernova of exquisite sensations blooms forth from the middle of my body, radiating down both legs, up & down my spine, along both arms, my head floods with luminous bliss that overflows and empties my mind, taking with it all thought!!! My gaze rests lightly upon the inky sky jeweled with glimmering white stars above the solid line of the southeastern ridge. I breeeeeathe deeply, switching hands, delving under my fuzzy balls to also free them also from the opening of my soft cotton trousers; I'm relaxxxxed yet alert to my own embodied presence here. As sensations climb gradually, yet dramatically from one plateau of erotic ecstasy to another slightly higher, my gaze softens in what Yogis call "drishti," of a soft yet balanced focus. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! As I enter a soft of quietly humming, gently vibrating, poised & alert stillness, I notice how that gaze, fixated effortless upon a certain part of the starry sky, seems to reveal more & more stars. As the night's rainfall has passed & clouds cleared away, those frosty points of light seem to grow in numbers as the fainter ones register their dreamy photons on my retina. Of course, in actuality the # of stars is not increasing--only my stillness allows me to see more & more of them, as thescattered photons traveling across the light years register in the back of my eyeballs and my brain . . . Similarly as the hugeness & stiffness of my penis continues to grow incrementally, effortlessly providing me more & more intense p3 (pure penile pleasure) the bliss suffuses all through my 70 trillions cells. My penis becomes the Axis mundi, the World Axis, its tip the Pole Star everything revolves around: connecting all polarities in Oneness. The singing, dancing sensations to TOTAL ALIVENESS that flow both ways along my spine between genitals & brain actually open my heart further, toward that Oneness with all things in which unconditional love is not only possible--it's necessary. In fact, in this state, love IS all there is . . . When you feel literally One with the universe itself, you cannot quantify love. You cannot place conditions on it. It simply IS. What could feel better than this?!? I'm so pleased to be back now to my blogging & to sharing my practice with YOU!!! Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Bruce * * * The Penis IS a Path to Peace . . .
10.9.09 My Phallic Brothers: Naked & unashamed--that's the way to be! That's REAL freedom. Really, nothing is more important now than humanity making peace with Nature, and like everything else, it starts within YOU. As you master the art of Mindful Masturbation your penis IS a path to peace. Masturbating mindfully provides men with something we all long for, even if we're unaware of that longing--inner peace! Don't misunderstand. Peace is not a passive or static thing, rather it's a dynamic balanced intensity of feeling TOTALLY ALIVE, in balance & integrity with your own nature and your environs. As my recent painting above illustrates, genuine mindfulness is about becoming so mindless that you merge back into the cosmos that is your Source. You may even experience Oneness with All Things. The painting shows a character I call the "New Adam"* who represents humanity living on the New Earth. He's also based on a dear friend of mine . . . & not only does the Void of his head display a certain mindless "enlightenment," that's a symbol for ZERO floating above his head. It's a Hawaiian Kahuna symbol for the Divine. AKA the "I AM." That location at the New Adam's crown is also sometimes called the "Transpersonal Point," or the yogic chakra above the head . . . considered to connect the individual body with the universal whole. What you cannot see in the painting is the fact that the New Adam's clever hands are busy employed doing the Great Work of Male Erotic Alchemy--that is, he's masturbating his beautiful penis mindfully. Your penis provides you direct access to your inner universe. That's the reason for his electrified yet peaceful intensity. Do YOU often feel as totally alive as the man in this painting appears?!? If not, and if you would like to, check out THE COMPLETE MINDFUL MASTURBATION TRILOGY of instructional and inspirational DVDs that can help you get there. Planet Earth is seriously challenged at the moment: becoming a mindful masturbator is one way you can contribute to planetary peace! It starts within YOU . . . Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Bruce *(In case you wonder, the New Adam is ultimately who YOU are in high erotic states, when you live in Penile Paradise!) * * * Cameron's Questions -- GOOD Ones!!! Part 3 9.27.09 Dear Phallic Brothers: "You really are quite a skilled, artful masturbator already," I tell Cameron after we've both been stroking ourselves again without talking for maybe 10 or 15 minutes longer. "I mean, it's a lot more common for guys to get into this later, in middle age. Younger guys usually masturbate a lot, but they're often really looking for sex with other people too. Quite frankly, many men of all ages get stuck in repetitive habits." "Not me," Cameron grins radiantly. Now he's reclining on one elbow, the other hand strolling in no hurry along his lean thighs, rambling up to his swollen yet relaxed genitalia where the fingers linger a while as if exploring delicate textures, then his touch proceeds up his taut belly & abs to his chest, where the thumb & forefinger perch on the tender pink medallion of a nipple. "Geeze, if only I'd had your DVDs when I was a teenager . . ." Not meaning to be snoopy, but if you don't mind, what IS your age?" "Well, 27 actually. Just had my birthday last week." "Cool," I say. "Well, Happy Birthday! Listen, you're still way ahead of most guys of ANY age, Brother! I mean, I could tell you were legal, but I thought you were even younger. Believe me, your adventures are only beginning. still you're way ahead of the curve!" "Thanks, man. Only I really do wish I could be doing this in-person, with you, Bruce. I have a feeling I could be learning a lot more doing it with you." "Maybe you can come to a Male Mystery School event?" "Gotta get a job first--get a place of my own again. Meanwhile, I really appreciate you giving me some of your time, Bruce. You must be pretty busy with all the amazing things you're doing. I really appreciate it, what you're doing. It's so much more than just another jack-off thing . . ." "Thanks! You know, every time I masturbate with a guy on the webcam I'm learning more. guys call me a masturbation guru sometimes, but I only do this to keep learning. Because of entusiastic & inspiring students like YOU, Cameron." "Speaking of which, I'm still working on this thing of, like you say, making ejaculation a choice Not coming too soon" "The main thing is to pay attention--that's what 'mindfulness' means, really. Listen to what your body wants. It's not either/or, to ejaculate to not. Of course it's a natural, healthy thing to come. Plus at your age, if you DO come, your're probably ready to start over again preety soon. Only you can't get to those really high erotic states as a human male, if you're in a rush, or you ejaculate too quickly. Just keep in mind too, it's not about quantity of pleasure, it's more about high quality." "Okay . . .?" "I mean, some guys stroke all day, & I don't think they're getting all that far. It may still be what I call a shallow reward. Still, it usually takes at least 5 or 6 hours of excellent, creative masturbating mindfully to get really deep. To really break out of your patterns. To kiss the sky." Cameron's pushing the coffee table where the webcam is back from the couch now, then he stands up & begins stroking that glorious column of flesh that swings outward from a tidy nest of gingery curls. I can't see his face anymore at this angle, & the view is a bit fuzzy though he adjusted the tilt of the cam upward. He's got one foot up on the table & he's doing slow knee-bends while he continues to stroke; practicing, practicing, practicing . . . "You're right," I hear his young, masculine voice, a bit breathless, "it's the journey that matters!" Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * Cameron's Questions -- GOOD Ones!!! Part 2 9.23.09 Dear Phallic Brothers: For a while I'm just watching via Skype as my pal Cameron's masturbating on the aquamarine cushions of the couch in Josh's house. Admittedly it's an entrancing sight--his luminous, angular limbs, lean thighs wide & the long-fingered hands precisely manipulating the huge fleshy hose of his penis, also caressing under his balls & pressing on the perineum behind. He's got large balls that hang heavy at the moment in a generous, rosy-pink sac of skin. His shaft is pale & quite smoothe aside from the lengthwise ridge of the raphe on the underside, all of it almost milk white until close to the bulbous head shading to a rosy hue much like the scrotum. That sable tuft tuft of curly pubic hairs visible on both sides of the base, frames the upright perefctly. He's really quite artful, partly due to the coaching from the first DVD I made, as I notice he employs slow, methodical U-turns. Backhand up the shaft, palm gliding cupped over the head then fingers furled forehand moving down the other side. All the while, his other hand toys with his testicles & even dips deeper toward his hidden anus. As the intensity build for a while, me doing much the same as he is, Cameron leans back farther, head rolling back, mouth gaping & rusty chin-goat stabbing the air as he gasps, moans & writhes in extreme pleasure . . . his balls pull up toward the base of the shaft, living things, nestling to the sides. "Geeze, you're inspiring me, dude," I gasp. He sits up straighter, hands dropping at rest beside his hips, thick penis flopping back onto his belly & grins affably. "Man, look who's talking, Bruce! Sure wish I was there with you, so I could play with yours & let you play with mine!" That big penis rolls aside, relaxing a bit, the balls dropping lower again as well. "Well, in a way we ARE together. Reflecting each other. Sort of monkey see, monkey do! You know, I sometimes say our penises act like nonlocal antennas. Even on the webcam, it's a way of communicating & communing without words. Our penises can transmit, process, & receive erotic signals." "Absolutely! Sweet, man! Yeah, I've heard you say that. True. Totally true." "Plus, it's pretty much unlimited how far your penis can take you, Cameron. There's really no limit. My theory is the lessons of pain & suffering are limited & limiting. It tells you something's wrong, only if you don't learn, you just keep repeating the same lesson. When pleasure becomes true erotic ecstasy, however, it opens the doors to limitless possibilities . . ." Cameron's chin-tuft drops to his upper chest & he raises his hands, flicking his nipples on both sides. I realize the rings have been switched for little studded bars through the peircings. Then as his dreamy young face turns up toward mine, eyes wide & fathomless, his hands roam down the front of him, over his abs, belly, hips, pubes, inner thighs, under the heavy balls & back up. He resumes languidly stroking--within seconds that magnificent prong swells & stiffens & lifts its shapely head higher again. "Totally, Bruce! That's what I want . . . to be able to enjoy this forever & ever . . ." I smile, & resume my own stroking. "That's what I call living in Penile Paradise. Loving yourself & loving life can be Heaven on Earth. Our planet is really the Garden of Eden, if we get our heads back in line with our hearts Make peace with Nature. " "Don't try to tell my mother that," Cameron chuckles. "We used to be Episcopalian, but she decided they weren't uptight enough for her, so now she's back in the Mother Church. Dragged my sisters into that with her. All that born in sin s***t! She prays for me all the time." "Hm. Well, you know what we're doing is a mortal sin," I say. "Maybe more so because we're doing it together & we're both guys." "Guess I'll take my chances," he shrugs those broad, skinny, lightly-freckled shoulders. "Nothing's gonna stop me from practicing & practicing & getting as good at this as I can! I wanna be as good at it as you are, Bruce! I just don't believe all that holier than thou s***t, anyway. I put more stock in, you know, evolution. DNA & stuff. The Discovery Channel, you know?" "Yup," I grin, proud of his reasonable attitude. "We are stardust." (TO BE CONTINUED . . .) Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce
* * * Cameron's Questions -- GOOD Ones!!! Part 1 9.17.09 Dear Phallic Brothers: When Josh's ID appeared after I noticed the Skype icon jumping in place, I found it slightly surprising, only not at all disappointing, when I accepted the video conference call, to find young Cameron by himself on the aquamarine couch. "You're looking gooood, Brother!" I tell him; the pale, lanky young man (maybe mid-20s?) sits naked, poised with one knee high by his side, the bare foot resting on the seat, the other leg sprawled wide, his open crotch facing me. The audio headset combined with his big dreamy eyes & the carrot-colored chin goat give him a kind of punky sci-fi look--though what he's doing with his long-fingered hands is as familiar as it is arousing! One arm reaches under the lifted leg, that hand grasping the sac of his balls; the other hand holds his big rosy erection backhand. The fingers move delicately as a guitarist fretting the neck of his instrument. "BETTER than good," I amend. "Oh, maaaaan," Cameron groans as his grin widens, "this feels soooo f***ing FINE! You ARE the Master, Bruce! I mean, I been watching that first DVD you made, & stroking right along with you! Geeze, I wish I'd had that DVD to practice with when I was in high school!" I'm intensely erect, applying silicone lube here on my living room couch, totally enjoying the view as the young man's nimble grasp slips upward along his stiff shaft. The palm cups & revolves over the big pink 'shroom-head, then forehands slow & intense down the shaft on the opposite side. There's something incredibly HOT to me personally, about his narrow hips, the lean thighs angled so wide, the powder-puff of vivid red pubic hairs, the long raw shaft of his manly meat jutting up above his tight balls. The blue-black tatt, a kind of Celtic lighting-bolt ripples on his carved, lean biceps. Right now he's manipulating his frenulum under the front of the glas with one finger triggering--his gaunt face is radiant with bliss. I chuckle. "You're not exactly ancient," I tell him. "So where's your pal?" "Oh . . . Josh & Cynthia flew off for 5 days on St. Croix. She just finished some big case & they're celebrating. I'm keeping an eye on their cats. They're these ridiculous Persian things that pout on their pillows & sleep most of the time. But it gives me an excuse to come over here a lot. She--Josh's wife--is real fussy about how intensely the cats get pampered. So I get to swim naked here & masturbate in the hot-tub . . ." "Somebody's got to do it, I guess!" I say. Cameron & what he's doing are so arousing to me, I remind myself to slow down, as I'm approaching the "edge" or threshold of ejaculatory inevitability. "Sounds sweet, Brother!" (Breathe DEEEP & relaxxxx, Bruce!) "Totally, dude! Only I have a question, if you don't mind." He continues, while shifting his position, removing hands, dropping the one knee & lifting the other, then resuming, with opposite hands, stimulating balls & penis together. "It's about coming. I've known about edging a long time . . . when I'm by myself with porn, I can go for an hour or two . . . only here with Josh, I get too excited. It's never more than 20 minutes, half an hour, max." "Good question," I say. "I'm not at all opposed to ejaculating on a regular basis--that's natural & healthy for any man from some time in puberty onward. You know, there's this Taoist teaching that every ejaculation weakens you--that if you keep cultivating your energy without ejaculating, you can become Superman & immortal. I don't believe that literally. Only it's got some grains of truth to it. Guys who never go more than 10 or 15 minutes never know what they're missing. You know, you can't experience these really high erotic states unless you learn to make ejaculation a choice." "That's what I want! So how do I get more control???" "Practice. You can start with 'Stop & Go' which just means, paying close attention to the level of yoru arousal, how close you are to what guys call the edge. Before you go over that edge, pause, take a break . . . & when you're ready you can resume stroking. If you're playing with Josh, just communicate openly & tell him what you want." "I try to do that, Bruce, only sometimes I go over anyway!" "I totally understand, Cam. That's because your primary & biggest & most powerful sex organ is between those two big, beautiful red ears of yours! Practice makes better & nobody's perfect!" We both laugh . . . (TO BE CONTINUED . . .) Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce * * * Josh & Cameron go Cock2cock 9.12.09 My Brothers in p3 (pure penile pleasure): This last week I've been mostly tending lots of wonderful details for an upcoming online course Mastering the Art of Mindful Masturbation & planning the first Male Mystery School event: both TBA soon! However I've still managed to enjoy some wonderful webcam sessions as well, with a variety of amazing Phallic Brothers around the world . . . Afternoon & I'm ready for a break anyway when the Skype icon starts bouncing in place. My heart surges a notch when I see it's Josh. "Long-time no see," I say as the arrow circles toward image & his green screen flicks into full color. Josh grins, a dazzle of white teeth, & equally naked beside him on the teal-blue couch, skinny young Cameron nods amiably. "Sorry, man," Josh says. "We both had lots of family & friends stuff going on over Labor Day. Not that we didn't wanna get back to this. Just there were no opps." The two men, buff blond Josh & lanky, punky red-haired Cameron are both masturbating already, the younger guy's left leg casually draped up over his friend's right thigh. Josh's muscular arm, in fact, is around Cameron's bony shoulders, reaching down onto his chest & fiddling with his right nip-ring. Meanwhile Cameron reaches for a bottle of lube & casually applies a squirt to each penis. "Hey," I say, leaning back legs wide & caressing my own swollen erection languidly, admiring the beauty of what I'm witnessing. "I totally understand, no problem!" "Well, I hated having no chance to do this with him," Cameron growls, pointing at Josh with the red tuft of his chin. Then he gives his ear a slow lick with a long pink tongue. Josh squirms & his broad shoulders jerk as he give a little hoot of delight. "This guy's like a big bro that I never had, having only little sisters. It's like making up for lost time, man! Anyway, he DID loan me those DVDs & sometimes I just locked myself on my room to stroke with them." Josh laughed. "This kid's your best student ever, Bruce! And I know what you mean about Phallic Brotherhood too--about how this opens your heart. Like you say, it's not romantic love, just this warm-hearted thing. Yeup, like brothers." "Aww, don't go gettin'all mushy on me, Josh," Cameron sniggers, "only he's right. It's true! I had plenty of girlfriends in college, a whole string of them. Some real nice foxy women, & a few real cunts. Only it was never anything so simple & HOT as this! They would never understand this & that's OK." "We keep this us," Josh grins again, "this guy's never gonna find a job! Or maybe he can be in some of your DVDs, Bruce?" Josh shift himself on the couch, disentangling his limbs to re-entangle differently as Cameron faces him directly and lifts his left knee up higher, behind Josh's waist. He straddles Josh's upper thighs, legs wide apart. I see that--wonder-of-wonders!--Josh is bringing their shiny, lubed erections together in his hands, slowly gliding his magnificent organ against Cameron's thick pink shaft. The gleaming, bulbous heads dance slowly together in Josh's guiding fingers . . . "WOW!" I exclaim, "I'd like to get BOTH of you on video doing this! You guys are incredible! You know, that's one of my favorite things in the whole world, ever since I was 6 or 7 years old . . ." Cameron nods & grimaces at the intensity radiating through his lean frame from the conjoining between their legs of the two men's ramapntly erect penises. "I know, I've read your blogs, Bruce, all the archives, all the way through, stroking to every word! You really are the Master, like a guru! Only now I just wanna focus . . ." "Me too, guys, go for it," I say, backing off on the chatter, savoring my own extremly high arousal. BREEEATHE, BRUCE! For a long time I simply enjoy the glorious visuals--Josh's more muscular, tanned & fairly hairy physique, his classically handsome goateed features radiant with ecstasy; Cameron's luminous skin, the inward expression, brow knit & eyes mostly closed, his angular red-haired body writhing slowly. Eventually his long-fingererd hands take over bewteen their legs, guiding the two turgid penises in tandem, Josh's hips slowly thrusting between Cameron's thighs adding to the action. The younger man sighs, the older groaning & giving gruff little barks of joy. This time it's Josh who begins thrashing & spurts first, then its me here on my own couch, then Cameron falls back, arching his spine & screams shrill delight as white spurts lace the pixilated screen . . . Indescribably delicious!!! Peace & Namaste, (((HUGS))) Your Erotic Wizard, Bruce
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