Mindful Masturbation for Men - More about Mindful Masturbation

David & I have been deliciously, intently masturbating one another mindfully for quite some time in the warm morning sunshine on the bench overlooking the forested ravine beyond the southern garden gate. In fact, our exquisite, deliberate, brotherly manipulations of each other's lubricated, aroused penises have brought us into an exalted, ecstatic, timeless state . . . in which there seems to be no before or after. Only this mutual p3 or pure penile pleasure of Phallic Brotherhood!!! This is limitless erotic ecstasy without end or beginning . . .

So I stand up, step from the trousers that have been down around my ankles, & turn to my left to face David Weaver, who remains sitting on the bench. I gaze down at this handsome, bearded man, & he looks up into my eyes, his warm brown eyes soft & gleaming, saturated with the masturbatory bliss we have been sharing. He has pulled his t-shirt up behind his head, the shoulders & sleeves still on him, so that his defined, fuzzy pectorals with their prominent pink nipples are exposed to the mild morning air. He has paused in his stroking & his capable hands rest on his parted thighs.

He chuckles, as if it was a silly question: "Not at all, Bruce. Please do . . ."

First, I reach to pinch the fleshy nubs of both his nipples, seeing his hands drop down below his balls, to cup them & cradle the hairy sac of his scrotum. His eyes flicker & David sighs, MMMmmmmnnnnn--yeeeaaaaaahhhhh . . . to my pinching & stroking the fluffy hairs of his muscular chest. I hunker down lower to brush my lips over his chest hairs, lick a nipple & gently take it into my lips . . . I nibble first one, then the other nip, & I hear him groaning in appreciation. Then I stand up again, forced to pause in stroking myself, as I'm hovering quite close to ejaculating!

I reach for the lube bottle, applying more to his fingers & mine & we re-anoint ourselves. He lifts his hips slightly as I crouched a bit lower again, my knees apart, bringing my lubricated erection into contact with his erection. I brush the velvety heads together, slipping the shafts against each other, delicately manipulating both our penises in tandem.

This feels almost intolerably GOOOOOD!!! I have to slow down, remind myself to breathe--& as I resume masturbating both erections cock2cock, David's hands come up, alighting on my hands gently, to slow my motions . . . which I doooooo . . . then his fingers move under mine, playing with my hairy balls, rubbing back onto the perineum behind.

The singing of birds, the low rushing of the wet-weather stream, gentle breezes rising & falling through treetops, all seem to flow through my body, as I feel transparent to the sunlight, the fresh air, the burgeoning growth of greenery with springtime. Scents of growing vegetation, moist soil, all mingle with the indescribably sweet, glorious, magnificent sensations of cock2cock stroking that flow through my torso, my limbs . . . my head blissfully empty as I let go . . . I allowed my beautiful Phallic Brother David Weaver to take over the ecstatic link between our bodies . . .

His fingers with great care & deliberation, slowwwwwly, dellllllicately, arrrrrrtfully brushing & gliding our hugely-aroused, ultra-sensitive penises in slick, slow gliding contact . . . those millions of exquisite pleasure-receptor nerves in the skin of the shafts & glandes of our erections send swirling galaxies of ecstatic signals through our nervous systems, bathing our brains in the steady radiance of masturbatory brotherhood . . .

. . . until eventually, after some more side-by-side mutual masturbation, adding some lube now & then, we finally agree to rest for a while & resume our play a bit later. "Oh, David," I say, "I'm so grateful for your visit. Ever since that experience about 50 years ago, this has been one of my favorite things in the world! Only now, in maturity, it's even finer!"

He smiles handsomely, & turns to kiss my cheek, his beard tickling. "The pleasure is mine," he whispers in a husky tone. I turn & meet his mouth with mine, we kiss deeply, whiskers bristling together, tongues dancing a tango & despite what we said, again we reach for one another's penises & resume that fabulous mutual masturbation for a while . . .

Saturday morning in the warming sun on the bench overlooking the ravine . . . I reach for the silicone lube that I favor these days. David extends his hand with a smile & slight nod & I anoint his fingers from the little black tube that looks like a phallic Shivalingam stone. He applies the clear lube to his own penis as I do the same to mine . . . aaaaahhhhh, such delicious brotherly joy to sit here side-by-side, pants down, masturbating.

I reach across, asking silently with a glance into his gentle & gleaming brown eyes, as I enfold his erection in my fingers--his full answer is in reaching for mine & I feel his slick fingers on my stiff penis, spreading my knees wider. "Oh," I sigh, "Oh, yes, yessss . . ." I'm so sensitive, the pleasure grows almost intolerably fast to become ecstatic bliss. "Go slow," I whisper breathlessly. "We can do this forever--let time stop! This is definitely heaven on Earth!"

At the same moment, David gives a low chuckle of accord, his other hand gently slowing mine that is delicately stroking his thick, warm penis. He sighs & I see his eyes blinking, as I lighten my touch, reaching from over his glans to twirl the upper shaft delicately around, back & forth. I hear his breathing, matching mine, as my mind dissolves in the glorious phallic brotherhood beyond words of our mutual masturbation.

For quite some time we are practicing the nonverbal cues, as we're both hovering, levitating along the event horizon of limitless ecstasy. "Men of our planet need to be doing a lot more of this," I groan softly, "instead of all the competing & fighting & domination! I seriously seek to encourage all kinds of men, regardless of how they describe their sexuality, to enjoy a lot more of this instead."

"Most definitely," David says, his voice low & husjy, coming from a possible planetary future. "Now let's just enjoy this . . . we can talk later." I smile & lean closer, nibbling his earlobe, kissing his beard below his ear, then darting my tongue into his ear. He's squirming, moaning, turns his face to mine. Mouths open--tongue-dancing while sweetly, artfully manipulating each other's lubricated erections with mindful fingertips . . . MMMmmnnnn . . . beyond all mental categories!!!

We alternate mutual stroking with watching each other masturbate. There's something so wonderful & free about just sitting here in the open air under the sky with our pants down. He pushes his shirt up to caress his own firm pecs, the light hair that covers them, & I reach across to pinch his substantial nipple buds, the size of juicy pink raisins. "Oh yes, Bruce, yessss," he says. I admire the darker thatch of his pubes, for his beard is going pewtwer as mine has done recently.

Then as I firmly squeeze the shaft of his penis from the base to just below the head in a migrating series of grips, then back down to the base--fingers of the other hand nudge into the fuzzy perineum behind his balls. His mouth gapes . . . I'm also hovering . . . levitating . . . indescribably glorious p3 . . . I can feel this live thing, David's magnificent erect penis, pulsing in my fingers with the other hand exerting nudges to its root behind his balls . . .

Again I lean back, resting arms out along the back of the bench, letting David play with my penis. I tell him: "Your penis is so beautiful, David!"

"You know, I told you about my little friend when I was 5 or 6, how we rubbed our penises cock2cock, when we were too young to ejaculate. Still we could have multiple orgasms & we did. I'd entered this continuous orgasmic state . . . & I spent almost 40 years wanting to get back to that state . . . that Paradise of the body . . . & now I know how!"

David just nods & smiles. He knows. I reach for his again. His hand slows on mine. We glow in the morning sunshine; birds chatter & sing in the treetops; the stream gurgles from the forest below. Feeling totally alive in Penile Paradise; heavenly bodies shining, shimmering, glimmering yet absolutely solid on Earth!

He walks toward me where I parked the van curbside to pick him up at the Austin airport. David proves every bit as lean, muscular & handsome as his photos: cropped beard & gentle brown eyes. As I hug him I feel his quiet warmth & sensuality passing into my own body. His flight from New Mexico was on time & uneventful, he says, except for a few spells of turbulence.

My intuition had told me he was not only sweet & a wonderful masturbator, but simply a nice, relaxed & decent fellow. This turns out to be totally the case! I had seen him masturbating a few times briefly via Skype & gotten to feel knew him fairly well, though actually meeting is a different matter. David had practiced with the first DVD I created: MINDFUL MASTURBATION FOR MEN. We get better acquainted while driving through city traffic & then out into the forested hills & river valleys, to the beautiful Garden where I am blessed to live.

The first night, welcoming him into the big bed, I discover that David is intensely sensual (like me!) & his penis is extremely sensitive (like mine!). He has a broad, developed chest & narrow waist, muscular arms & elegant hands. Yet his sweet, almost dreamy smile is just as delightful. As I slip naked under the sheets beside his nakedness, his face turns to meet mine. Our mouths meet & we kiss, tongues tangle as I feel the defined planes of his strong chest, covered with light fur, I pinch his nipples . . . my kisses migrate to his jaw under his ear as our hands roamed . . . we find one another's penises & I hear our breathing shift . . .

For timeless intervals of delight, we delicately manipulate one another's engorged erections, while kissing deeply, tongue-tips aflutter against each other. Our whiskers bristle together as we kiss. To keep from bringing us over the edge, we vary the play by caressing the soft hairy sacs of each other's scrotums. I try pressing firmly on his perineum while combing the marvel of his brown pubic hairs with the other hand.

After a time I turn directly facing & closer on my side, to bring the thickness & warmth of our stiff penises together, cock2cock . . . to profoundly, intensely enjoy the pulsating thickness & heat of those ultra-sensitive organs pressing together. That form of nonverbal brotherly communion, I especially cherish!

The first night (Friday) we are somewhat exhausted from a long day, so we go ahead & after a delicious, glorious interval of introductory play, we ejaculate so we can rest & sleep, to fully enjoy our special weekend of masturbatory play.

In the morning, comes a misty daybreak with birds singing, & male nakedness stirring to new life amid rumpled sheets. Following some early playtime, delicate & glorious, I go downstairs to make coffee.

Once the sun grows high & warm enough, I invite David to join me on the bench at the south end of the Garden overlooking the forested ravine. I bring my wonderful silicone lube from Germany.We stand blinking & stretching our arms, smiling not so much in shyness, but the Original Innocence of the New Adam in Paradise. We savor the sunshine & fresh air, the quiet rushing of the wet-weather stream in the trees far below.

Again we kiss deeply, then we drop our pants to our ankles & sit side-by-side on the beach towel I brought from the house for that purpose . . .

Hopefully you are masturbating as you read this (!) & feeling something of the erotic intensity, the pure penile pleasure I AM, in waves (!) washing up & down my spine between my perineum & the crown of my head, along my 4 limbs, to the extremities & back. Beyond words . . . beyond all mental categories . . . beyond boundaries . . . where every penis is THE Sacred Phallus!

I'm not in any rush here! I'm in THE rush of p3 . . . & periodically breaking away from these few, inadequatre words for another plateau-to-plateau session of masturbating mindfully, cleaning mental cobwebs from my fabulous, 100-billion-neuron primate brain . . . by manually stimulating my big, thick, warm, silky Homo sapiens penis with my dextrous, opposable-thumbed human hands . . . something guys who settle for mere JO (jacking-off) never experience. Maintenance masturbation is fine, only it misses the extraordinary power of total surrender to ecstasy that dissolves you.

It takes, practice, developed skill, & focus--taking some special time away from the distractions of TV,the Internet, cell phones, texting, Netflix, all that wonderful stuff. Nothing wrong with any of those ways we plug-in to the Global Village of our beloved planet; in fact they're great. Still, they can also keep you in your mind, & somewhat disembodied. In order to really explore your erotic potential as a human male you have to "Tune in, Turn on, & Masturbate Mindfully." Can't do that with half a dozen wheels spinning in different directions your mind . . .

Mindful Masturbation gets those wheels meshed, working together, & it opens the doors of perception onto limitless possibilities of bliss . . .

Gotta get OUT OF YOUR MIND, back into your body . . . then you can enter the Male Mysteries. I'm not religious & I always say I''m not creating a new religion, because this spiritual path already exists. How can I presume to create it?!?

It's the Path of the Penis & it begins between my legs . . . between your legs . . .

A Phallic God is not a supernatural being. It's a potential in your male human body. It's the YOU that all your male ancestors in your cells, your DNA, the stardust of your atoms, are waiting & longing for YOU to become!?! YESSSSS!!! It's the You you can BE as you treat your penis as sacred, & your p3 as the path of your soul. Just shift your attention from the head on top of your shoulders to focus totally on the head of your penis--it's actually that simple!

I hope you're on this journey with me. It's a potential in all male humans. Only for many it lies dormant their entire life. Not for you! You know this now! You won't miss this opportunity! Turn the computer off, turn off the TV, switch your phones off--put on some ambient, trancey music & light a candle. Breathe deeply, stretch ,relax, stand naked before a mirror & masturbate to that beautiful Phallic God in the mirror, until your boundaries dissolve & you feeeeeeel . . .

One with everything, like a droplet of water returning to the limitless ocean of life . . .

"Dude," Henry writes in the Skype chat window, "have we got a treat set up for you! We want to honor you as our genuine Erotic Wizard of the Male Mystery School, meaning the I.M.P. like you told me, Ipissimus Magister Phallosophia. So how's that 4 Real Magick, Bruce?!"

"Gosh, I'm honored!" I type back. "Is this something I get to watch & particpate with???"

I feel there is no need to respond verbally. Within not many heartbeats, those lengthwise GREEN lozenges appear, I accept the call. My cam's GREEN LIGHT comes on, then the box from the other cam & pooter turns GREEN & the image appears . . .

It takes me a few seconds to sort out the glorious & gorgeous entanglement of 3 naked men--Josh, the lean & muscular, hairy "daddy," almost old enough to be the father of these 2 younger buddies in their early 20s. Though it's Henry's Skype account, Josh sprawls back on the aquamarine couch, legs up on an ottoman flush with the couch, spread with his bare feet close to the cam. Henry on the left thigh & Cameron on the right thigh, are seated atop Josh's legs, just above his knees. The younger guys face one another--balls2balls, shaft2shaft, head2head, cock2cock.

Josh's beaming, proud face now sports a dark mustache, rather than the goatee. His hair is a shorter buzz-cut now, his carved pecs hairy & abs rippling, framed between the younger men face2face on his lap . . . Josh has his lean-muscled arms rather tenderly up & draped around the necks of both young men astride him . . . Henry's young, black-bearded & bespectacled face grins at me, then turns back and down to the biz they share . . .

Josh glances up at me, grimaces perhaps both with their weight & the enjoyment of his intense arousal. His gaze returns to the busy working of Cameron's elegant, pale, long-fingered hands. The red-haired young man clasps his own huge, rosy-pink, engorged erection against the sturdy, if not quite so large, raw-red erection of Henry. Henry's has a narrower shaft, however the mushroom head is swollen big & shapely as an apricot, or some kind of Greek helmet.

Cameron's face, still bearing the same sable goat tuft on his chin, is tilted up, eyes closed & seeming to sink deep into the sockets, his enraptured profile striking as a careved cameo stone.

"You guys are a total trip," I declare breathlessly into the mike of my headset, my own penis seems to practically double in size & stiffness within seconds of beginning to watch these Triple Phallic Gods in action! "Glorious, gorgeous, this is phenomenally beautiful to watch, guys, guys!!!"

Josh's hands rest on the necks of his 2 younger buddies, holding on, then they move briefly down between his own legs, to adjust his balls, perhaps & to stroke his own huge erection slowly, a few times. He uses the palms, running them upward, each int turn along the underside of his magnificent erection, pressing it back against his fuzzy belly. Then his hands return to the backsides of his buddies, moving slowly down to their buttocks, then back up to their shoulder-blades.

Cameron's mouth gapes, his eyes flutter open as he's sliding his lubed fist along his own penis with Henry's penis: cock2cock. Henry giggles, Josh grins, then Henry turns away from me toward Josh & to my surprise, kisses his left ear, nibbles, kisses Josh's cheek & then they go mouth-to mouth. I also see Henry's hand (as I admire his hairy forearm) slipping down to fondle his balls against Cameron's balls.

Henry's hand come up, as Josh's hands go dow the spines of both younger men, Henry's fist reaches for Josh's rampant erection, sticking up against his belly in the very middle. Henry's skilled grasp begins manipulating Josh's large, lovely erection & Henry's narrow hips slowly undulate up & down increasing the giding together of penises held in Cameron's hands. Cameron loses hold briefly. I see both young men's penises crossing like an X of halbards on a family crest--Josh is groaning & whimpering, Cameron giggles, Henry sighs deeply.

Now Henry takes hold of Cameron's huge penis, again sliding it in contact with his own, while Cameron reaches for Josh's hairy chest, fumbles for his nipples, & I AM on the verge of shooting . . . forced to let go of my own erection . . . feels way too good to let it end anytime soon . . .

"Now, watch, Bruce," Josh says unecessarily, "and let's see how long this young disciples of yours can endure this!" He gently removes Henry's hands from the middle, takes hold of the younger fellows' erections & doing the honors of masturbating both, cock2cock. Cameron & Henry are both beyond the beyond, moaning, gasping, reaching for one another's nipples, faces inward with intense ecstasy . . .

On one level--please take a moment to examine your penis closely again, (as I suggested in my last blog), look closely at the textures & colors of the surface of the glans, the shades of skin along the shaft, any arteries & veins visible there, admire the shape of the head of tyour penis, the length & thickness of the shaft & how this variers, regardless of specific shape & size--& be aware that on one level this is simply an astounding animal organ of pleasure for your enjoyment.

Hopefully you are reading this with one or both hands between your own legs, as mine are periodically during this writing . . . as many guys tell me they can FEEL the erotic intensity, the higher state of ecstasy in which I write my blogs . . . in which I attempt to proof-read & edit them so they are at least somewhat readable! ;-)

On another level, your beautiful, amazing, spectacular penis (like ALL penises) is also the Cosmic Phallus, the archetypal generative & regenerative organ of the Phallic God himself!!! Most major "father gods," or "sky gods," or "vegetative gods" of various ancient cultures & even modern religions stem ultimately from male veneration of these life-giving organs between the legs of human males. What such deities really represent is simply a potential in you & all human males, plus our collective connection with the potent male aspect of Nature & natural processes . . .

THINK ABOUT THIS: Your penis is literally One with the Source of Life; it's literally the same as the origin of all human life, (including your own, your heritage from all human forefathers in your family tree) & your penis also relates directly to the universal principles of fertility, seed-source, & creative male energy on all levels.

NOW SIMPLY FEEL: Please finish reading this . . . then turn your full, mindful attention to your own penis, which is no more or less the Source of Life than all others . . . & FEEL your increasing pleasure rising into ecstasy as you play with, squeeze, tickle, tug & stroke your penis to full erection . . . FEEL the simultaneous resonance, the entrainment of the erotic sensations of millions of your Phallic Brothers all over the planet, who are NOW masturbating as YOU are masturbating . . .

PLEASE DO THIS: Minimize this page on your monitor, or better still, turn the computer completely OFF, switch off your phone ringer & any TV that may be on . . . then go stand before a mirror, regard yourself, your actual reflection, your penis, & masturbate to your own male body, your sacred penis . . . surrender to the intensity of the bliss . . .

Please look between your legs right now--as I'm doing periodically while writing this--& observe your penis closely. (In case you are wearing trousers or shorts, please take them down below your knees, or better, off entirely!) inspect your penis IN DETAIL, please, look very VERY closely at this remarkable organ . . . if it is not erect or semi-erect, you may wish to stroke it a bit to encourage more blood to flow into it, so it expands & perhaps lifts a bit . . . study every nuance of the form,structures, textures, colors, warmth . . .

AGAIN: Look closely, admire & absorb every detail, every subtle nuance of this utterly extraordinary biological structure that has evolved from 4.6 billion years of Earth, almost 4 billion years of life on Earth, from 700 million years of multi-cellular organisms evolving, from just 4 or 5 million years of human evolution. You've inherited your penis from countless forefathers & male ancestors. This "membrum virile" as the Latin term is, has long ago ceased to be primarily about reproduction. The Greeks put wings on the thing, calling it a "phalloi," a phallic cherub, & the word "fascination" comes from "fascinum," Latin for a phallic charm.

Only you can bet none of this was theoretical--they all loved masturbating too . . .

YOUR PENIS: by no means merely an organ of irresistable sensations designed by Nature to trick you into reproducing. No indeed, among it's important purposes is as a display organ, something like the peacock's tail, it originally DID increase in size significantly, becoming ever-more impressive & beautiful in order to obtain reproductive dominance. However, penis size & shape matters far less to a woman than her mate's ability to provide for offspring. Plus, politically correct or not to say, women truly are wired differently, valuing emotional intimacy over mere sensation. Male genitals evolved increasing readiclaly in size, developing intricate, densely-packed sensory receptior nerves, & radically variable hydraulics.

We relatively superficial & expendable males (consider that for reproduction alone, you are necessary for no more than a few seconds of ejaculation!) are hard-wired with hunger & thirst for pretty much limitless amounts of physical, erotic ecstasy.

Plus our highly-evolved penises that are the sum of all that male ancestry, are partly designed as organs to signal other males--who are far more concerned over penis size & appearance than females of the species. Until quite recently this was almost entirely a matter of competition & dominance.

NOW IN HISTORY: We can no longer operate according to the old, dead paradigms; don't listen to the media that broadcasts from old, outmoded, fear-based ideas. The planet is evolving rapidly, people are waking up, each of us is a cell in the body of humanity.

We recognize that the human penis is also a potently mystical organ: it is an organ of nonverbal communication, mediating literal brotherhood among all men on the planet. We are all realted; we all reflect the same essential design. The penis is an organ of communion, a direct access to inner space, to the Divine. It bridges the small self of the ego-individual with the universal Self of totality, of Universe.

The human penis is an organ detectin & mediating the universal Oneness beyond words.

As such YOUR magnificent, incredible, omnipresent penis is the Sacred Phallus of all major male gods from prehistory, through history to NOW, as we increasingly inhabit the global village of the New Earth. It is yours. It is yours to share. You belong to it.

Gosh, it's been over a month since I've connected with my young, bearded, bespectacled buddy Henry! We've been having chilly nights & rainy days, so I'm indoors a lot, only since last weekend I've focused mostly on writing & other chores associated with my Mission of encouraging Mindful Masturbation for Men. So what a treat yesterday, to accept Henry's call!

"Hey Bruce, I been reading your stuff, as usual & like you say: PRACTICING!" His familiar high chuckle warms me, in contrast to his rather deep speaking voice.

I smile, extracting my erection, already growing firmer at the sight of him, from my lounge pants. "You're looking good, Brother," I say. "Looks like you got a haircut."

"Yup! Only the beard stays," he assures me. This skinny young man sits naked on an armchair, like a king on his throne, milk-white limbs opened to my view. I admire the defined muscles of his torso, the nimbus of black hairs around each nipple, the treasure trail & dense black bush framing the base of his erection. His glasses glint as he turns aside & reaches for something out of my sight.

"I sure hope you keep the whiskers," I say. "The beard looks so handsome on you. Aha--looks like you got a fleshlight!" Instead of answering, Henry merely nods. He applies a wet kiss to the opening of the clear plastic device, then uses his other hand to guide the big mushroom head of his penis into those artifical lips. His gaze intent upon the insertion, his eyes almost cross. "Go for it," I mutter.

Henry does not hesitate, though he moves slowly & his sighs & moans grow low & windy. Now with both hands on the fleshlight, he works it up and down just over he head & upper shaft of his erection . . . then slowwwwwly eclipses all of his manhood to the black hairy base. His balls tighten up, relax, tighten up again. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh, hoooooo . . ." Henry exclaims. For a spell, he holds the fleshlight in place, gracefully thrusting narrow hips up & down, then goes back to moving the fleshlight. His deep breathing, the hypnotic undulations, remind me of kelp swirling in a tropical reef . . .

Only now I see he's closely watching me masturbating over the top of the device in his hands. "Somehow when I masturbate with you, Bruce, it's always more intense than any porn. You know, I love how that guy in the DVDs, Peter, on the Yahoo group he said these things are EVILLLLL!"

"You mean the fleshlight? Yes, Peter's a fun guy. Plus he's an awesome masturbator!"

"If I was more bisexual," Henry says, " I'd go for him. Major hottie! Soooooo . . . this feels totally radical beyond words, like you say. I'm getting so good at taking it higher & higher, not coming too soon. So, I wanna know more about those 3 Forms of Male Solosex Magick you're talking about these days."

"Sure, we can talk about that while we continue," I say. "Only I'm not going to put it all in the blog. Tom says I give away too much stuff for free. Still, it helps me discussing this with someone who knows something about Magick--especially while we're both masturbating--which is where it comes from. I'm working on this book, you know, The SECRET of the GOLDEN PHALLUS: Male Erotic Alchemy for the 21st Century. It will all be in there . . ."

"I know, so keep working on the book. Sorry! Hope I'm not distracting you from that, Bruce."

"Not at all, Henry. In fact, what we're doing is a kind of Magick!" I admire the lovely vision of his firm young erection, gleaming with lubrication as the relentless device glides upward, back down over it, & ascends again. "A break always refreshes me--especially this kind of break!"

Thanks for 2 Brothers asking about this & several others seeking clarification! My account posted both her & on Bateworld several days ago elicited some reactions of curiosity & amazement. Maybe I kept it slightly ambiguous, deliberately. The things he typed in rapidly flowed down the window, fascinating & somewhat mysterious. I sensed intelligence & a curious mix of confidence & evasion.

Truth is, I'm not 100% sure it was John Mayer himself . . . only I do know in my heart. I'm never 100% about ANYTHING in life to be honest! This guy telling me he was JM messaged me, we chatted for a while & then he DID turn on his cam for a short time. He appeared to be lying on his side in some kind of bunk or alcove. It was somewhat dark & shadowy, then he flicked on maybe an LED reading lamp or something partly behind him.

I saw him fingering his totally stiff penis (like playing guitar, I thought), an organ neither huge nor small, just a nice shaft with a mushroom head. I glimpsed his face a bit too, boyish with a kind of ironic half-smile on angelic lips, snub nose & the eyes seemed ancient. Nice build, not a lot of body hair except somenice dark pubes. Grimacing with intensity, eyes blinking . . .

Looked & sounded very young,except for the gaze that seemed like perhaps he's seen to much. Did not see the 77 tatt over the heart, or the left arm clearly, which could have been identifying marks, like on a specific jaguar. View was limited. Meeting a famous person (or even thinking you do) can be a bit disorienting, then it sinks in, this is really just a person, who happenes to be extremely well-known. I can drop maybe half a dozen other big names, only at the moment, I'll keep on topic.

The whole thing freaked me out because it really DID sound & look like JM--I was kind of in shock, and he laughed at my reaction. My erection had subsided during our chat, as I probably sat typing with brow vexed & unsure. He strokes, like clever fingers making chords on the neck of a guitar, I saw the balls shift & tighten up a bit in their sac. I masturbated with this guy for a short while, heard some groans & grunting of intensity through his microphone. It was not long we both stroked; I had the feeling he wanted me to see & enjoy the sight, like a gift. The video stopped--the chat window remained open briefly.

"Do you mind if I publish an account of this online?" I keyed. "I could even cut/paste from the Skype window, though I won't share the ID."

Of course, he keyed back, that is my intention, I know your agenda. No problem about the ID. I got it only for this purpose. Each nano-second is a lifetime, you know?

"Do I? Not sure I believe this myself. I mean, of course I want to! Only I know you're evidently not bisexual or gay, so . . ."

A superdick is a superdick, brother. Will others believe you? If they want to hold your hand and watch the sunrise from the bottom of the sea. Maybe.

I've heard it said that there are only 6 degrees of separation between each one of us & all other people on the planet. This means if you have a personal connection of some kind with someone, through them & their connections, and so on, you're directly connected with all 6.7 billion + on Earth. Well, on the Internet, especially in the world of male masturbators, perhaps only 1 or 2 degrees is all you need! One mutual friend or link . . .

"Brother," I typed into the chat cell of my Skype window, "even if that IS your name, there must be hundreds, even thousands of guys on Planet Earth named John Mayer!"

True, I guess. My unseen chat buddy typed. Only who's guessing? Me, I guess. From where I sit on this bunk in this bus here choking the bad bone, I'm the one and I'm alone. Not lonely, not dirty. No, it's sacred, but baaaad, like that MJ song. Poor bastard. That Earth Song thing would have been his best ever live. Such sad shit, his life. Only not wasted. He meant that from his heart. The bulldozer thing, that little girl in the rainforest. He cared. Too much, no doubt. Way too much. Fatally so.

"So . . . I've really got no real reason to believe you are THE JM whose Rolling Stone interview is causing some ripples lately . . ."

Good thing, probably. Only I do know who YOU really are. Your real last name is McFarland, right? I used to read your stuff on JackinWorld all the time when I was in my early 20s, bouncing around mostly in my own head. I'd shoot the wad 5, 6 XXX a day. A hermit of sorts. Masturbating, getting really good at it made a lot of sense then, still does. Not really different from slide-guitar, though that's not my speciality. I got a dude in the trio for that!

"Some kind of 3-way thing? Oh, yeah, I saw that blues act you have--if you're who I doubt you are, Mr. Big Star. On my name, though, you got it backwards. Real name is the one I use now. Bruce P. Or Pee, as my partner sez! "

Whatever you say. I gotta thank you, though. You're so onto something titanic and no sinking ship, it's more like Prometheus Rising, you know. Like this blue-skinned monkey gods stuff. We ALL live in the same tree, man, and you know it. You show it, flaunt it, haunt it. Own it. Penile Paradise, you call it. The Garden. Cause it is.

"You know, I have admired that this famous JM--which I doubt you're him--has not only BIG BALLS for a guy just 32, also some meaningful values, I mean about the environment, climate change. Thank you, or thank him anyway."

I will, next time I see him in the shaving mirror. What matters more than that, man? I mean shitting in your own bed when you build walls of denial all around yourself, so high you can't see over. Is that sanity? Plus it makes me like myself better. Not that I expect anyone else to know me. I know better. Do I know myself . . . not a theoretical question. Not a question at all. It's that when I'm masturbating, I don't need to know anything. You understand.

I kind of like this anonymity here, you obviously, reasonably not believing who I really am. I hardly believe it myself. Even if I was to switch the webcam on, would you believe your eyes? Is it CGI, or is it Memorex, right. Guess my tatts could fill-in for some unknown stats. Like dick-size. That's not online, or in that silly old interview. Plus, cams deceive. perspective can be flattering or shattering.

Dude, masturbating is poetry. It's music. It's life and being really alive. It's also like shitting. Just something you gotta do. Daily means you're reasonably healthy, though I'm not necessarily reasonable. Ask my shrink on that score, if you can find her. She's supervagina in Beverly Hills. Topanga titties and all. Maybe I'm one of those superdicks. I know you are, Bruce. Out to change the world, or help it change. Be super. Do it, dude.

"All things considered, my invisible Bro, I'm honored, only still skeptical. I would like to thank the real JM for his excellent words concerning masturbation in RS Issue #1097. How it's about what I call, 'more than maintenance.' A lot more."

Reality/between my legs here is as good as it gets. As real as it gets. Plus when I'm there, I'm everywhere/nowhere. There's nothing else. Oblivious tunes as gorgeous and glorious as anything. It's a love supreme, you know, spanking this monkey, cause the monkey not only likes it, he's just getting these sweet little love/slaps. No hostility here, nothing that hurts. Just like a hurricane of honey, it's a slick and sweet cleaning action. Scouring the atmosphere. A negative ions thing. I'm revising my life every moment you know? It's MY bod that's the Wonderland. Women don't get it, not this. They're too smart to understand men.

"OK," I've just typed this when the green video call bar pulses to life--of course I accept. The screen flares to life; my inset image appears first. His bigger box turns green then the image appears, a genuine Phallic God of the 21st Century: "Oh my God!!!" I hear myself exclaim into the headset. "There you are . . . it's you."

As always while writing this blog, I'm aroused & stroking my big, thick, warm penis between flurries of keystrokes on this laptop where I overlook my Mindful Masturbation Mission of planetary male self-pleasuring activism . . . hopefully you're caressing your own magnificent male organ while reading this. Man-O-man, this feeeeels so fiiiiine, beyond words . . . almost makes it difficult to keep writing, only the subject keeps my arousal high . . .

During the last week I've had the honor & privilege of masturbating on the webcam with at least 21 or 22 wonderful Phallic Brothers from all over the planet. WOW! Amazing stuff that continues confirming my proclamations that there's a New Erotic Revolution of Male Solosexuality going on. Many of these handsome guys are married, or label themselves "straight" or "bi-" yet they love masturbating with fellow men!!! Only a Phallic Brother can truly "get it" about male masturbation. Plus, many of these men I've only encountered on cam for the first time recently--almost always we find sharing LIVE via cam intensifies arousal in a way no porn-vioewing can!

Then sometime in the last week on the MM4M2 Yahoo group, a Brother posted about John Mayer's statements on masturbation in the upcoming isse of Rolling Stone magazine (to be released on Feb. 4th). GEEEEEZE! Again, an amazing confirmation that more & more guys (not only those of us in middle age, but some exceptional younger fellows too) are "getting it" about how powerful & profound male solosexuality can be . . .

Immediately some controversy over this young man, JM, arose. I had only a vague notion of who he is, but now I've done some research. The last few days, between webcam sessions masturbating with various Brothers online, I've also been watching & hearing the concert DVD called WHERE THE LIGHT IS. Plus I found the closest thing I've seen to an actual naked photo of JM: he's standing on the deck of a yacht wearing only a long chartreuse green thing that says "YUM" just above the tight bulge of his genitals.

Handsome, hunky young JM appeared as a sort of silhouette, so I used a cunning program to lighten his image, making clear not only the pouch of his package, but a lovely cloud of pubic-hair-outskirts on each side of the thong. YUM indeed! A beautiful young man, clearly basking in his own radiance, gleefully flipping through a magazine, perhaps scoping out luscious babes . . . ?!

Anyhoo . . . from what I've read & what I SEE, it appears young JM is an ecstatic. Controversy seethes over his alleged egotism, incoherence, sexism. Yet how could any artist in such an industry survive without strong self-esteem, confidence, autonomous self-worth? I admire JM's evident dedication to philanthropic & environmental causes . . . have not actually seen his penis. Still, from his statements so far, clearly JM "gets it" about male masturbation as a lot more than maintenance, more than a sub for soemthing else.

In the same sense that any man who claims his erotic potential IS a phallic god (probably you, as well because you're reading this!) he's not only a Guitar God (according to some) but a Phallic God, according to me!

First, I've got way too many incredible blessings to even begin counting them . . . including YOU, my Phallic Brother, simply because you are reading this. Two years ago around this time in the year 2008 I was getting slightly stressed about making arrangements & networking for the DVD shoot involving men from various places. The universe had provided the perfect volunteers . . . & the only way I survived what became a bit of pressure I was putting on myself, was by masturbating mindfully, every day!

Of course, it totally paid off, as that amazing week happened, the amazing masturbators who appear in DVDs #2 & # 3 of THE COMPLETE MINDFUL MASTURBATION TRILOGY converged, & we did it!

Over the following months I reviewed 18 hours of video footage, & did the rough edit on the iMac we had obtained for that purpose. Then the external hard drive containing the footage was shipped to the professional editor in California for expert polishing & assemblage, creation of artful montages & menus, authoring & manufacturing. All this work unfolded blissfully, as the universe intended it, & I continued masturbating mindfully throughout as I do every day.

As you can read on the page here called "the DVDs" the reactions have been most enthusiastic & encouraging. I've since also become one of the co-moderators of Bateworld, the amazing reincarnation of the late, lamented Bate Nation . . . & I'm plotting the first actual Male Mystery School events for early this year.

I've been discerning, as I increasingly observe men masturbating these days, it's not only that cute & challenging talent Mr. John Mayer--more & more men all over Planet Earth are awakening to the New Erotic Revolution of Male Solosexuality!

The IS the Wave of the Future. Though some folks consider John Mayer personally to be a piece of work, who can judge anyone? It isn't even wise to judge yourself! Plus the younger guys, Mayer's age & under are also getting it increasingly.

Masturbation isn't just about maintenance (thoughi still see plenty of that mundane JO going on) it's in fact, Male Solosex Magick!

This really IS as good as life gets, guys: it's Heaven on Earth; living in Penile Paradise!

The Psychedelic Penis

(First published on Bateworld)

1.13.10

Dear Brothers in Penile Passion:

First, let me mention that I'm not advocating anything illegal. Still, human beings have ingested a huge variety of substances since before recorded history began; in fact it's part of our civilization. Actually I'm not talking about putting anything into your body, so much as some of the amazing chemistry & hormones you can manufacture within your body by masturbating mindfully. Your psychedelic penis is the key!

As always, I'm writing this blog with a big meaty erection protruding from my warm lounge pants, as it's a cool overcast day & the central heat is whirring softly, trance music playing. I'm masturbating periodically, caressing my hairy balls, squeezing, tugging & tickling on this stiff, velvety pillar of flesh, keeping myself on topic. Breathing deeply, slowly, staying relaxed, employing a variety of strokes & sometimes getting up to danceturbate with the ambient music . . . I'm keeping myself in a high erotic state all the while, a kind of masturbatory tripping.

What happens is the 2-way traffic of central nervous system signals between my genitals & my brain is passing through my heart all the while--both ways,--so my heart also feels aroused, HUGE, open & throbbing with a pleasant affection for all men who may masturbate while reading this . . .

When I was 15-going-on-16 in 1969 my family moved to Berkeley, California during the final phase of Flower Power. So I witnessed the revolution of consciousness that happened first hand--plus I experienced the tail-end of it. What I did not know until later was that during the late 1950s & the early 1960s, certain psychologists had been experimenting with then-legal psychedelic drugs. Those early, carefully-structured sessions produced amazing results of therapeutic, life-changing benefits for the subjects.

However, public opinion & a tsunami of historical events led to wild & reckless behaviors, legal changes, & the enforced end of what had been such promising experiments. Now, finally after 40 years, the US government is cautiously allowing such experiments to be done with careful legal controls. personally I consider this an evolutionary sign. Maybe we're getting wiser at last?

More important to me personally however, is all that I've learned in the last 40 years . . . that these amazing, unbelievable complex, profound human bodies we inhabit are capable of producing brain chemicals & hormones far more beneficial than any psychedelic drug . . . without the disorienting visions! Now I don't mean ordinary "maintenance" masturbation that leaves you the way you were . . . rather, like those structured experiments, it's necessary to break old habits to explore new territory.

Mindful Masturbation (which requires some training for most guys to even begin to get there) can generate amazing balances of such natural inner-body chemistry as endorphins, dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin, DHEA, & who knows what some of the other molecules are? This also helps to break down & minimize the stress chemistry of adrenaline & cortisol, which are only useful during those brief periods when you are actually in physical danger. Otherwise they counter pleasure & compromise your well-being.

So I consider the penis, approached with artfulness, creativity & finesse, to be the generator of psychedelic states far healthier & more beneficial than anything you can ingest. I've seen the lasting benefits in my own personal growth, I'm witnessing it in dozens of men I know & more & more men I continue to encounter. Speaking of which, my penis is lurching back & forth as if it has a mind of it's own & now I'm going to surrender to what it wants . . .

Who could have imagined the 2nd decade of this New Millennium would feature a New Erotic Revolution of Male Solosexuality, men learning to trip on Penis Power along with all the other dramatic shifts going on???

Peace & Namaste,
(((HUGS)))
Your Erotic Wizard,
Bruce

Young Henry--oh my!--how wonderful the eye-candy of seeing this adorable guy masturbating so intensely & creatively as we're also chatting via our headsets off & on. He's dancing to some trancey techno-music I can hear buzzing faintly in the back-ground, flailing that stiff erection with its big rosy head all around with jerks of his narrow hips. I'm entranced by that magnificent organ, out-of-focus though it is closer to the cam, & the dense bush black as night against the pale skin of his lower belly & upper thighs.

Then he sinks back onto his office chair & rolls back a bit, hefting one leg up over the armrest, raising his lean-muscled white arms high, lacing fingers together & droipping them joined on top of his head. Black-feathered armpits frame the bony chest with sketches of hairs; Henry's bearded face shines, the round glasses glint as he regards me directly, genitals raw & elegantly displayed. "You are amazing, Bruce . . ." he rumbles.

"Duuuuuuuuude," Henry drawls with a crooked little smile; he shifts, applies saliva to the middle finger of his right hand, then puts it under his fuzzy balls. The other hand he loseely fists his erection, milking it back to full stiffness, while inserting the finger of the other by increments into his anus. His face seems to flush visible, he winces, grins, eyes gleaming with blissful saturation . . . "I'm so high now, just on this! Like you say, who needs a drug when you can feel like this??? This is like, that Minotaur Masturbation thing in your blog . . ."

It takes me a moment to recall. "Oh yeah, like how the rectum is the Labyrinth--the Hero enters it to meet his Inner Beast, right? The Minotaur? The Horned God!"

Henry slings his right leg up over the armrest also, levering his hips, rocking back a bit as his finger works--his fist glides slowly, firmly. The hand on his erection crests, the fingers spider around his bulbous glans, fingertips revolve back & forth over the flared coronal ridge. His head falls back, eyes fluttering. "You got it, Brother Bruce!"

"I do, yes, I do," I reply. My own penis swollen to the max, I'm alternately pulling balls down, dowing U-turn strokes on my erection, switching hands, resuming . . . my own sensations soar & skate along the edge of no-return, with the visual stimulous of watching young Henry in extremis . . .

He makes a loud, long, gruff sound of passionate exhalation: "GRAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" And abruptlylifts his right hand from his erection, the left remains in place, middle finger in to the knuckle. "God, Oh Gods, Universe Almighty!!! Wheeee-EEEWWW!!!" He ends on a shrill cry of exhilaration--head wobbling, then he gives that high giggling. "This is unbelievable, Bruce! Brilliant! Sooooooo radical, Bro! I can't wait for your book, The SECRET of the GOLDEN PHALLUS, & I know I'll take off even more . . ."

"No doubt," I tell him, "only you're doing really amazing stuff already, Henry! I hate to say, 'For a guy your age,' only I mean it. Lots of men a lot older than you are still just doing the maintenance thing."

"Guess not. Thanks to you, Bruce. I mean, I keep watching those DVDs over & over. Plus I read your stuff. Amazing, & all about my favorite subject, this thing here between my legs."

How delightful! I really had not seriously expected my webcam pal Cameron's young friend Henry--last seen in a 3-way of mutual masturbation with Cameron's older neighbor Josh--to connect with me directly, solo. But here he appears with his own Skype ID that I just accepted (yesterday, the 6th actually).

Henry considers himself straight sexually, or at least human, rather than according to a label. "Radically true," he grins as he's sprawled back on a rolling office chair in what appears to be a messy little apartment, dim lamps behind him, including some kind of lava lamp, though it sparkles . . . this cute, skinny, bearded young man sits naked, knees wide, owlish eyes regarding me directly through round horn-rimmed glasses, languidly stroking the lovely monkey-penis poking up stiffly from his dense black bush.

The large, violet-pink head that flares quite a bit wider than the shaft, seems ultra-sensitive & gleams with lube as his fingers dance up over it, back down, plucking blissful cords from it like a violinist as his intent face shows only tinges at his jaws, & his dark brows jerk upward sometimes with his deliberate, unhurried strokes. "Oh yeaaaahhhh, Bruce, got no interest in sex with guys, but 'bating together, sure! Plus this Male Solosex Magick things is totally up my . . . tree," he gasps, & giggles, a high boyish laugh. Now he's flicking thumbs over both tiny nipples that have haloes of dark hairs around them, then moving back down to trigger the frenulum at the underside of his glans, the other hand pulling his neat black-haired balls, making himself squirm & writhe in serpentine waves.

"So, Henry," I say, swaying my hips to send my own upright erection waving back & forth, tracking the smaller inset window of myself within HIM, maximized to full-screen. "You mentioned something before about Real Magick, when I saw you with Cameron & Josh, only you weren't talking much. What do you know about that kind of stuff?"

He chuckles again, a sound much higher than his rather manly young speaking voice. "Oh, not all that much, just a lot of things I see while I'm suring the Net. Don't really read that much, except online. You know, about Crowley, Golden Dawn, Dr. Dee kinda stuff. So I really felt at home with some of the things on your Male Mystery School site. Only there I can also relate to your total focus on THIS stuff," he grins again, teeth bright, framed by black whiskers, as he slowly rolls that princely penis between his lubed palms.

"So, Henry, what do YOU consider Real Magick? Of course, with the final -k, like Crowley used, to distinguish it from stage magic tricks."

"The best definition I know of is 'altering consciousness at will,' which basically means when you change your mind, you change the reality you experience. It's all really happening in your own head."

"Sure," Henry says, this time almost solemn, a masculine growl: "in my PENIS head!"

"By the way, that's a really REALLY beautiful penis you got there," I tell him.

"Thanks, dude! Anyway you've talked about that in the blog archives sometimes too, on your MM4M site. How masturbating with skill & artfulness applied can really alter consciousness . . . a lot better than drugs . . . naturally in your own body. To me that's good news, Bruce, because I used to do lots of drugs. Gave it up . . . & yeeeaaaahhh, now I get higher this way . . . reallyt do!"

"23 last month. I'm a Sagittarius like you. Remember? We met just before your birthday; mine was a few days later."

"And a few years later," I laugh. "Only for now, Henry, maybe we ought to cut the chatter for a while & just feeeeeeeeeeel the Male Solosex Magick. OK?

"You got it, Bro! We'll talk more later . . . man, O, MAAAAAAAAAAN . . ." Henry suddenly takes his hands off his penis, as if he's gotten too close to the edge & almost ejaculated, & I hear him gasping, groaning a bit. His pale hands run up the treasure-trail of his somewhat hairy torso to his chest, pinching both nipples. Then he stands up, moving closer to the cam on his desk, his elegant penis (not so HUGE as Cameron's red-haired schlong, but totally beautiful in its own way!) wobbling closer, somewhat out of focus. On the big head of it, a clear gem of precum glints, then drops on a gleaming thread . . .

My Brothers in Penile Passion:

Hopefully you can feeeel my arousal as I'm writing this blog--like all the blogs I write, it's written while erect & masturbating--for these glorious sensations of p3 (pure penile pleasure) inspire the words. This adds an honest energy of male arousal, head-to-toes ecstatic tingling & total goon-bliss!

My fingers dance mindlessly over the keyboard; this big, thick, warm erection juts up from the opening of my soft cotton house-pants reaching toward the glow from the iMac monitor. Its bulbous 'shroom-head emits diamond drops of pre-cum at the tip, each time I pause to milk the hefty length of the meaty shaft from base-to head--which is often! I also tend to be pressing & rubbing behind my hairy ball-sac, which stimulates the release of more pre-cum for its trip along the length of my penis from inside to my fingertip . . . & my tongue . . . the Nectar of the Phallic Gods . . . oh YUMMM!

Now some guys might think it's too "intellectual" or "cerebral" to consider the deeper meaning of masturbating & the penis, which is OK by me. I don't take it personally. However over my lifetime of masturbating & my obsession with penises (that I wrote about in the last blog here) I'm always learning, discovering, growing in my awareness. I also know that when you practice, practice, practice this mindfully, your penis actually learns to give you finer & finer erotic ecstasy! Like the fingers of a musician or the vocal cords of a singer, with training, those nerve-intensive parts of your anatomy can be trained. The pleasure-receptor nerves keep getting better & better at what they do.

HOW WE GOT LOST: Among the most familiar mythic stories that relates to the phallus is the ancient story of the Garden of Paradise, which is actually far older than any religion practiced today (unless you mean the current revival of Phallic Worship). I won't go into all the details here, only the basic point is that we are all natural animals, part of Nature. We are perfect & Divine just as we are! The Garden story simply means that we started out pure-hearted, innocent, One with Nature, & somehow we got lost, separated from this basic truth of our existence.

When we ate the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, we started to use language, using words to name & describe things, which isn't bad at all in itself. This just means we began to develop a self-conscious awareness that is human. Only we also began to judge things as "good" & "evil." Worst of all, we started to judge ourselves, & to believe all sorts of ideas that are only ideas. Among the most destructive beliefs is the idea that sexuality is not sacred, in fact it might be shameful, even if its' necessary for reproduction. This is often part of a terrible lie--the concept of original sin, that you were born tainted.

Perhaps the most destructive belief of all is that you are somehow separate from Nature, outside or above Nature, & that you exist in isolation, you & me--them & us. We cast ourselves out; nobody had to do that to us.

THE GOOD NEWS: It's not too late to return to the Garden; in fact, it's totally necessary to return, to make peace with yourself, with your Brothers, with humanity as a whole, & with our beautiful planet.

Fortunately, you have the power, literally in your own hands, to return to Paradise, to regain your original innocence & be a natural animal again, because in reality there is only One Tree in the Garden. (Let's face it, a tree is always a phallic image!) It's the World Tree, the Tree of Life, & it's rooted right between your legs. Realizing this, the scales fall from your eyes, all those lies that you were told growing up begin to dissolve . . . your life, every day, can be Heaven on Earth. All it takes is accepting 100% responsibility for your own p3 & once you're really good at it, you can share it with Phallic Brothers.

It's really this simple: this is also about the kind of goon-stupid bate that lots of guys favor! It's about getting out of your head, back into your body. Dissolve your mind in limitless bate bliss. You can do this if you have eyes to see & ears to hear, a penis & hands to stroke it with, because . . . YOUR Phallus IS the World Tree!!!

Peace & Namaste,
(((HUGS)))
Bruce

from BRUCE

(Archive: January-March, 2010)