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Now Liam and I are both kneeling, facing each other on the couch, our penises are together in his hands bewteen our bodies. He rolls the shafts and heads around, lubricated surfaces gliding around-and-around, in what I call the "Logrolling Stroking Pattern." Sometimes he also just squeezes our thick, hot erections against one another--with his on top, or mine on top. In that wonderful arrangement, a slight rocking of Liam's hips, or of mine, causes our penises to glide forward and back slowwwwwly so that one man's glans penis meets the other's scrotum; the other guy's glans bumps into the other's pubic bush . . .

All of this is so intensley exciting that sometimes I have to ask him, "Uh, please slow down, Liam," or "Let's keep still for a little while . . . please, wait!" Liam's talented fingers pause and gently yet firmly he simply presses the shafts together in his loving grip . . . I bring both hands up to his chest, brush fingertips ever-so-lightly across the dark hairs of his pecs, and then pinch both nipples delicately. His eyes close; he's biting his lower lip.

"Oh God, Bruce, this really is unbelievably sweet!!! I'm completely out of my mind here . . . it's almost like there's no boundary . . . just one person here, or not even a person, only a throbbing, pulsating glow of p3 . . ." (pure penile pleasure).

"Yeah, ooooooooooooo," I sigh. "I learned to love this cock2cock when I was 7 years old, almost 50 years ago, you know, and it only gets better and better. That early taste of this with a little friend my own age has inspired everything I've done ever since."

I smile at him, my eyelids feel heavy, not like I'm drugged and sleepy so much as incredibly serene yet charged with intense life-force energy. "Yes, O yessss, my Brother," I say, "and if you don't mind, let me," gently I brush away his fingers from between our loins, and take hold of our conjoined, deliciously lubricated genitals.

Liam's hands come up to the sides of my face and he presses his face closer to kiss me deeply . . . which I find almost intolerably intense while masturbating cock2cock with him, not wanting to ejaculate, but to keep the indescribable bliss in my body . . .

Finally following immeasurable timeless ecstasy, I'm too close to ejaculating, so I tenderly ask him if we can take a break. "Sure," he grins.

After that we realized it was getting later in the afternoon than we thought. "I've got to leave my maybe 5 or 5:30," he said. "It's a long way to Waco."

We put on some Mercan Dede Sufi trance music to dance naked and unwind a little, then took a shower together. We got dressed and had a snack with some Bengal Spice tea. Liam had a stainless steel water bottle almost exactly like mine. As we sat on the front steps, he held the bottle and caressed it languidly almost as if it was a big phallus.

"This place is incredibly beautiful, Bruce! No wonder you call it Paradise! It's so peaceful, and I love all the Spanish moss in the trees too. Flowers, butterflies, wow! You are so blessed."

"Well, I can't believe I've met 'Bruce McFarland' of JackinWorld fame, and actually masturbated with him! Your DVDs really ought to be mandatory viewing for every young man on the planet to watch when he turns 18, regardles of what he thinks his sexuality is! The great thing about your Mission is it's not just about getting off, it's about loving yourself. I've learned from you that's what my penis is for--not sex, it's for LOVE!"

"Well, in your case Liam, I'll skip the Initiate satge. I'd say you're already an Erotic Adept. You've been working on yourself for years. Your kind of masturbatory fitness and skill and awareness didn't happen overnight!"

He laughed and grinned handsomely. "Whoah! Thanks, man. That's totally sweet! Maybe someday I can be an Erotic Wizard?"

Inside the house we had some late lunch (surprised how long we'd been out on that Ravine Bench!) and I laid the big green beach towel out over the couch. "How is the Mystery School really organized," Liam asked, "I mean, how do guys qualify for the various initiations?"

"I'm not conducting actual, official sessions until after THE SECRET OF THE GOLDEN PHALLUS gets published next year," I said. "Any man who comes and participates, so long as I can tell he's sincere and wants to develop a Mindful Masturbation practice, can become an Initiate. I'm the one who decides, and it's not a judgment, I simply recognize it. In reality, Liam, I'd say you're already and Erotic Adept--possibly even a Wizard. Only we'll take this a step at a time."

Liam appeared thoughtful, standing, stretching his elegant naked limbs. "Would you do some Active Witnessing for a while . . . just observe my practice?" He looked down at the hefty swing and dangle of his penis from between his legs, and twitched his hips to make it flail back and forth.

Liam reclines on the green towel that has dolphin designs swimming across it . . . his long pale limbs, dark hair, an entrancing vision. He lies back propped partly upright, first caressing himself all over with his hands, not neglecting to rub his own feet, his chest, nipples, face, ears . . . then he lifts his right knee, holding it up with his left hand while his right arm slips under his buttocks, and caresses his crack from behind . . .

His fleshy penis is swelling, lifting though it still lies back on his belly, and he drops the right knee, spreads his thighs. He reaches for the lube that I've placed on a paper towel on the coffee table, anoints his penis, then lies back again, closes his eyes and uses both hands, caressing up over his chest, down each arm, circling up under his balls along the inner thighs, down that flat, hard-muscled stomach . . .

The hand of the "dragon arm" squeezes and caresses his erection backhand, the unmarked arm pulling down on his balls; he switches hands. Now as his penis has grown stiffer and lifts, he's carefully rolling the spongy 'shroom of the head back and forth between both palms and I see how his balls shift. As he breathes deeeeep and slowwww, his anus clenches in and out also, his scrotum tightens up and then relaxes . . . the curved shaft of his erection, like a river-map with veins, seems to glow within the slow, mindful dance of his fingers.

To me his pubic patch seems the Garden of Paradise; his somewhat hairy chest is a meadow where the twin pink flowers of his nipples bloom; the glyph on his left pectoral is like a spiritual sun, shining from within him . . .

I'm masturbating, feeling his intensity in my own body, yet I keep my awareness focused on Liam, the young pahllic god before me; he is after all, 24 years younger than me, yet we both seem ageless in this context.

He groans and sighs softly with the intensity--then he takes in a huge breath, closes his eyes, tightens up his fists, every muscle he can, lifts his feet and does a Big Draw. After maybe 15 or 20 seconds, he totally relaxes, exhales loudly and falls strewn on the couch . . . his erection remains big, red and stiff for some time. It only subsides gradually . . . I see some waves of full-body orgasm ripple through his beautiful body, his face shifts, head rolls side-to-side. He's in an intense, yet peaceful space, it seems. Deep within his body.

I stand quietly, simply holding my genitals cupped in both hands. The energy echoes up and down my spine, blissfully. I say nothing until his eyes open and he lifts his head a bit and he says, "Well?"

"Beautiful, Liam," I say. "Thank you for the honor." He smiles a crooked smile.

He spreads his thighs wider, and I come forward to straddle his closer thigh with my right leg folded under his left. Liam brings our penises together, as I reach for a bit more of the fine silicone lube, anoint my hands and take over the caress of penis-upon-penis, rubbing and rolling the undersides of the shafts and heads together. Liam's hands go up to my chest, pinch my nipples, and he places his hands openon my chest.

I'm also reaching beneath our connected genitals, bringing his hairy balls against my hairy balls. I twirl my fingertips through the pubic bushes of both of us, then twist slowly along our erections joined in tandem. Liam undulates his narrow hips slowly up and down beneath me, causing our lubricated penises to slip and slide and glide against each other . . .

"OOO-eeeeee," I say, "I must slow down a bit . . ." IDESCRIBABLY DELICIOUSSSSS!!!

"We can do this forever, as far as I'm concerned," Liam says and grins in his beard. "No rush, and we don't even need to move . . . just having our cocks pressed together is so incredibly sweet, Bruce, as you say: it's beyond all mental categories!"

All I can do at the moment is smile, close my eyes and arch my back, hands in the air near my chest, as Liam's long-fingered hand take over, holding our erect penises together, but not moving . . . a holy space in the Temple of the Body . . .

For a time now I've been standing before the bench, allowing young Liam to masturbate me, which he does with unhurried skil and creative diversity of strokes. He's totally focused and has developed an amazing inventory of practices beyond what I teach in the DVDs.

Soon we are sitting side-by-side as the nearly-winter sun approaches its noontime zenith, well to the south of where it would be in the sky during summer. It's amazingly warm, and comfortable to be naked! We're less than a month from Winter Solstice, that most inward part of the annual cycle, and this exhange of masturbatory ecstasy with my candidate apprentice feels deep, high, and profound, indeed! It's a potent inner mystery.

At present, rather than masturbating mutually, we are simply enjoying the warm sun on our naked bodies seated upon the large green beach towel draped over come cushions on the hard wood of the Ravine Bench . . . plus we're enjoying the mutual witnessing of each other's Mindful Masturbation practice. I admire this lean, muscular young man with his dark beard, natural body hair--the elaborate tatts that cover his right shoulder and arm are in a fascinating contrast with the left arm and shoulder. That left side of his torso has no skin-art at all except the Phallic Brotherhood logo centered on the left pec just above the hairier lower portion of that side of his chest. There are the studs: a tiny emerald on one nostril and a tiny ruby at his ear.

"You know, Bruce, one time back up in Arkansas," Liam says, "when I still lived at home wiht my father, our parents had divorced. My older brother Gorman was already off at LSU, but he had come home for Christmas. We thought our dad was gone all day, and I'd just graduated high school, and had no idea what I would do with myself. We started watching some of our dad's old porn videos . . . well, it was one of those where some woman has 4 or 5 men all making it with her, in turn. Sometimes she would suck one while another was inside her . . . and the rest of the guys watching were masturbating, of course, only they never touched each other. Before long Gorman and I had taken our pants off and we were masturbating too.

"My brother really is pretty seriously straight, you know, he has three kids now. But we sometimes did this kind of thing all through high school, even with a few other buddies, having some beers, you know? Anyway, we were both really excited . . . we never touched each other, but I watched Gorman as much as the guys in the video. Anyway, we were so into it that we never heard our father come home. He came in from the garage directly into the house and caught us in the act. Both of us totally freaked out at first, only we didn't stop. He just grinned and waved at us and said, 'Carry on, gentlemen!' and he left us alone. Isn't that awesome, Bruce?"

I shake my head slowly, close to ejaculating, and take a deep breath. "Geeze, Liam, what a great dad you must have!"

"Totally! And he has no problem with me being gay, either. He says that Gorman's breeding plenty for both of us. Gorman's wife's got another on the way, in fact, even as we speak and stroke!"

Liam has long, elegant artist's fingers that seem to dance, seem to conjure lovely visions from the air as he lovingly manipulates his balls and penis, presses his perineum, strokes slowly and languidly along the curved shaft and bulbous head of his magnificent penis. He also devotes plenty of attention with those Shiva-dancing fingers to other parts of his anatomy: Liam tickles behind his own knees, runs fingers along the blades of his shins, along his inner thighs; he also devotes attention to his taut, flat belly, the ripples abs, broad shoudlers, neck and his slightly protruding ears. He feels the hairs of his chest, his gleaming dark pubes, the coat of dark hairs on his legs.

His breathing, I can sometimes hear. He does not slavishly practice any one breathing technique all the time, but as I urge with truly Mindful Masturbation, he simply uses breathing, usually deeper and slower than ordinary, as a tool of Erotic Engineering.

"You're quite amazing," I murmur, as I'm being extra lubricated by pearls of semen that emerge from my meatus, though I will not ejaculate anytime soon. In high arousal, to my flow of precum, is added little dollops of semen that provide the finest, sweetest lubrication possible. The only thing is, when mixed with the fine silicone lube we're using, it will soon become rather opaque and tacky as the semen dies. "You're like an amazing gift," I say to Liam, "my reward for the service I do with my Mission, encouraging masturbatory excellence among men of the planet. You really are inspiring!"

"Thanks, man! I like that term, 'Sons of Gaia,' that your friend Carlos uses," Liam says. Then he turns more directly to me, and his face comes closer . . . again we kiss, more deeply now, tongues twining, running across each other's teeth . . . he also uses one hand to pinch my nipples . . . there's something about deep kissing while sharing masturbation with a man . . .

Eventually the semen/silicone lube mix gets tacky on my penis. "Liam, how would you like to go inside? If you're open to it, I'd love to wash off a bit and then share some cock2cock with you."

[LAST TIME: He turns that handsome, dark-bearded face down to watch me as I bring my left hand up under his hefty scrotum, and the fingers of my right hand carefully encircle his gleaming, ruddy erection . . .]

Birds sing, and there are even a few butterflies or moths flitting about, despite several nights down to freezing or slightly below . . .as I begin my careful, unhurried, deliberate and thorough masturbatory play with Liam's erec t penis and his beautiful balls. Gently I pull his balls one way while exerting a firm pull along the shaft and head of his penis in an opposed direction, and switching hands, I do the same using my opposite hands. Then I simply bounce the gleaming apricot of his glans on my palm, making tiny slapping sounds. I know that each bounce pats against the sensitive frenulum tissues at the undersideof his penis head, shooting meteor showers of penile bliss through his inner sky . . .

I look up along the lean, carved torso of this exquisite young man of 33 years. Liam gazes down, his mouth slightly open and he's brought both strong hands up to his chest, caressing the dark hairs there, and then he pinches both nipples at once with forefingers and thumbs of his hands. Perhaps he recognizes my expression of wonder, for he blinks rapidly and his bearded face brightens with a crooked grin.

"This is totally amazing, Bruce" he murmurs. "There's something so special in your touch--maybe it's even the energy . . ."

I chuckle. "It's my heart," I say. "I love doing this; I love penises--and I love you, Brother. Of course, I don't mean romantic or even ordinary emotional love. It's something bigger, deeper, and higher, capital L Love. Something cosmic, I suppose." We both laugh a bit.

"You mean Phallic Brotherhood, right?" Liam says. I just nod and continue to manipulate his long slender penis, its elegant helmet of flesh at the end, those young man's modest-sized yet hairy balls. From his meatus at the tip, a steady series of crystal drops of precum is emerging. I'm breathing deep, my own arousal is so extreme, the brain chemicals and homronal flux has me in a high altered state already . . . I'm attending every lovely detail of his genital anatomy. My fingertips brush and comb through the dense patrch of dark pubic hairs surrounding the base of his shaft; I pull the shaft skin down towards his body at the base, while flickering feathery fingers over his slick, lubricated glans and twirling skin of the upper shaft slowly back and forth.

"Oh God," Liam exclaims breathlessly, "GOD! I'm so close . . . you better slow down!"

I pause, my right hand still and cupped under his balls, my right hand furled beneath his erection, which rests warm and heavy upon it, the curved shaft radiantly red and pulsating. I hear Liam's deep, deliberate breathing, and look up. His eyes are closed, and he's grinning, then he looks at me with a kind of saturated, dreamy ecstasy. He lifts his left foot up onto the bench where I sit naked, my legs spread wide. He bends over to reach between my legs for my erection, which he takes in a backhand grip, exerting a slow "Twist and Shout" stroke that feels almost intolerably sweet.

However I manage to keep breathing deeeeeply, keep relaxxxxxed and to savor every infinitely delicious twinge of this pure penile pleasure, or p3 as I call it. Some part of me observes all this, almost in disbelief, as if outside myself. There's something about that dragon-head tattooed on his right hand, in balance with his totally natural and unmarked left hand, that seems significant, beautiful: PERFECT!!!

"I really love you too, Bruce, and I mean that!" Liam says, his low male voice almost in a whisper. "You've been one of my great teachers in this lifetime, and now more than ever, I know you really ARE a wizard! Not the cartoon kind, but a real adept at these Male Mysteries! You know, ever since I was, maybe 19 when I started reading BRUCE'S CORNER on JackinWorld, I've loved you, and what you do so courageously, so openly."

I'm stunned and humbled by this tribute . . ."You're a wonderful protegee," I say. "And every time I masturbate with another man, I learn more. That's the only real reason to teach anything, is to share yourself and keep learning."

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Liam and I sat together on the bench for a time, simply relaxing and enjoying the beautiful view and the warming sun, letting the Merry Little Breezes blow between our legs. "Hard to imagine it's really late November," I said. He smiled crookedly. I see that though still swollen, both of our penises have softened and now swing down looser. "Listen, Brother, I'll be right back. If you don't mind, let me go into the house, get some cushions and a towel for the bench, plus some lube."

"Oh, yes," the young man said, and sat up straighter, raising both lean, muscular arms with elbows out and fists in towards his ears--he stretched luxuriously and expanded his chest, then exhaled a loud sigh of contentment. He said, "Please!"

"Be right back," I told him, and went through the south garden gate, along the winding gravel path through Edenic loveliness, beneath trees hung with Spanish moss and past the lily ponds to the house. My partner had left early that morning. He would be gone all day with his crew doing a landscape installation--so I knew we had the place to ourselves. Not that it was a secret; in fact, one secret of our wonderful partnership is that we have no secrets from each other. There is total trust and honesty . . .

Soon I returned with a huge green beach towel, some cushions for the hard wooden bench, plus my large black bottle of silicone lube from Germany . . . Liam stands, completely naked, at the far end of the bench, his intensely-tattooed right arm up and folded behind his head, a dark tuft of underarm hair revealed. His left arm is down, the hand between his legs, the fingers languidly caress his hairy balls. His long, curved penis has returned to full-mast and juts up past his left hand. Its vivid pink helmet of flesh sways on the sturdy neck of the shaft like the raw meaty head of some sauropod dinosaur, enjoying the warm sunlight.

"By all the Powers and the Universe," I say, grinning, "it's the New Adam in Paradise Regained on the New Earth!" His eyes gleam and nearly overflow with his enjoyment of everything, as Liam watches me place the cushions, drape the huge leaf-green towel over the whole bench, then I take off my own shirt and sit down naked, my legs wide apart.

I gesture that he can sit beside me. Instead, Liam steps closer, yet he remains standing within reach. He extends an open hand. "May I have some?" he says. I uncap the lube bottle and squirt some into his cupped palm, and then also into my own.

"This is great stuff," I say, "it has no harsh synthetic chemicals, and in fact its GOOD for our penises!" I've applied mine and I'm alternating hands to do looooong backhand strokes along the length of my own penis, also at full, throbbing erection again. Liam is now using both hands on his glistening, lubricated erection as well: he does slowwwww Endless Tunnel of Love stroking, and also slowly thrusts his pelvis to slide the whole glorious thing in and out from his slick, self-loving fingers . . .

Really . . . I'm forced to get subtle, and to remind myself to breathe deeply, abdominal belly-breathing, as the vision of this gorgeous young man masturbating with such artfulness, such unhurried attentivenes, and such MINDFULNESS is overwhelmingly beautiful + totally arousing . . . he's now doing slow knee-bends while holding down the base of his erection with one hand, twirling shaft-skin from the end with fingertips of the other hand . . .

His legs are quite hairy, covered with fine dark curly hairs in an even coat from ankles to above his knees; that dark bush where his magnificent penis is anchored, is the Phallic Forest of our male ancestors before sequential language began to send us down narrow reality-tunnels of limitation; an elegant treasure trail leads both up from that dark jungle to his navel and back down. From his small waist, his torso flares to a broad, powerful chest like the wide spread hood of a cobra. The dark, silky hair of his chest--with little clearings around the small vivid pink nipples--grows mostly on the lower pectorals. That tatt of Dee's Hieroglyphic Monad has a Ouroboros serpent around its enclosing oval, just like the Phallic Brotherhood logo of the Male Mystery School.

I'm staring at that design on his left pec, and he notices. "Yup, Bruce! I hope you don't mind? I printed out a copy of your logo and took it to the Skin-Art Palace where they do my needlework . . ."

"Not at all, I'm honored," I say, as he moves his hands upward over his front side in swirling caresses to his chest, where he pinches both nipples, while his engorged erection dances and wobbles from between his legs. "Now," I say,"if you don't mind, I'd feel honored if you let me play with your penis for a while, Liam."

He laughs, the gruff male laugh of a young phallic god. "The honor is mine," he insists and steps closer, plants his hands on his narrow hips and arches his back. He turns that handsome, dark-bearded face down to watch me as I bring my left hand up under his hefty scrotum, and the fingers of my right hand carefully encircle his gleaming, ruddy erection . . .

"Sure, Bruce. I really appreciate this," Liam said, in our second phone conversation since we hooked up on Skype a few days before. "I'm only this close to where you live for a week--a high school buddy of mine is getting married in Austin. Then I'll be back up in Waco. I'd really feel honored if you could initiate me into your Male Mystery School . . ."

"Let's see what happens, OK? It is an intimate, hands-on process. Don't get me wrong, but it seems a lot of men are not ready for this."

"You've got no idea how long I've wanted something like this! I've been a fan of your Mission for quite a few years. And I've practiced with the DVDs since last year."

So we met at 9:30 AM at a restaurant in a nearby town for a sort of Mexican breakfast: huevos rancheros, refries, tortillas and rice. Liam Padraig McClure turned out not only to be extremely attractive, as I knew from Skyping with him, but also even nicer than I expected. He was bright, polite, his mind seemed clear and focused, and a kind of calm self-acceptance and peace surrounded him. Impressive in a young man in his early 30s! He did not seem stressed or to have any weird agendas. It's also a good stretch for me, as I'm not a big fan of nose piercings--the tiny gem on his nostril actually looks nice! I'd been cautious (though I'm not paranoid) as I always recommend guys communicate and get acquainted before meeting to actually masturbate together.

"You know, Bruce," he said, putting a hand over his cup when the waitress offered a coffee refill. "in my late teens and early twenties I used to read your BRUCE'S CORNER columns on JackinWorld. That's what really shifted me to realizing that self-pleasure can be a lot more than just relieving sexual tension . . . it's not only all right . . . but can be beneficial, even a spiritual path." He grinned, so handsome with his dark beard and short hair.

I wiped my mouth and set down my napkin. "I'm humbled," I said. "It always amazes me when I encounter someone who really gets it, Liam. Hey, why don't we go on over to our place? I've got the house to myself today." He generously picked up the tab.

Though young Liam seemed full of the kind of bright-eyed anticipation of masturbating together that filled me also, we first toured the amazing garden around my home. He admired it. "You really DO live in Paradise! It's not theoretical", he said. We inspected the geodesic greenhouse dome, and sat on the Ravine Bench outside the garden fence, where I often meditate and masturbate in the early morning before daybreak.

"I've read your blogs where you talk about this place," Liam said, sitting beside me on the bench overlooking the wooded ravine and hillsides opposite. "Can't believe I'm really here, Bruce, this is so incredibly beautiful!!!"

"Yes, I really am blessed," I said. Then I realized his bearded young face had turned from the view and he was staring at me. "And I'm glad you're here, also." His arm on the back of the bench moved rather boldly behind me, his hand came up onto my back, and he began to rub my neck a bit. "That feels wonderful, Liam."

Excitement floods my interior, as the energy amps up intensely. Liam's face comes close for a brotherly kiss, while I feel his hand on the crotch of my jeans. Our beards meet, we taste each other's lips and tongues, and I put a hand on his chest, feeling the hard pecs through his t-shirt, I can detect the crisp hairs on his chest, and I also find a tiny, hard nipple.

He's fumbling with my zipper and finally gets my jeans open, only I've got underpants on, something I sledom wear, except with jeans. "Maybe," I say, my voice quavers slightly, "we should just take off our pants . . ."

He chuckles. "Makes total sense!" So we take off our shoes, then stand and remove our pants. Though it's still pleasantly cool, the sun is quite high and bright above the eastern ridge, so it's also warming up. He's already fully erect. We sit back down and both grinning, enjoy our first real-time mutual inspection. Liam's beautiful thick pink penis juts up from the nest of dark curls, with quite a curve to it. I'm pleased he doesn't shave his balls. That radically tattooed right arm is around my shoulder, as he's to my left.

We kiss deeply again as his hand wanders up and down my thighs enticingly, skims over my belly, then slides down to finger through my pubes, furls around my shaft and gently squeezes and tugs. "Gosh, it's huge," he says. His fingers twist the shaft from the end, then tickle the big mushroom head, feathering over the coronal ridge. HEAVEN ON EARTH!!!

By this time, I've taken his stiff penis in my hand and I'm savoring the warm, firm feel for the first time. "Yours is at least as big, maybe longer."

"Yours is thicker," he says, "only the variations are nice, don't you think? Every guy is a bit different, yet is the same basic idea? Mine's real sensitive too, I guess--geeze this feels sweet, man! Yeahhh . . . oooooOOooo . . . nice touch, Bruce!"

Rather than respond with words, I kiss him again, glimpsing those dark eyes almost crossed upon my face before I close my eyes. Both our penises are rock hard with the thrill of our first mutual masturbation, and I savor the feel of delicate skin sliding over the stiffness in the core of his shaft, and I feel the slick of his precum on the exquisite texture of his penis head. But soon I have to say, "Slow down, Brother, I'm already a bit close . . ."

Thank goodness he cooperates! "Me too," Liam chuckles, and we pause, leaning back and simply admiring our own erections and each other's. "And we've got all day, right?"

Liam lived in Arkansas before he came to the Austin area more recently, and while he lived in the Ozarks he obtained THE COMPLETE MM4M TRILOGY of DVDs that provide hours of coaching, inspiration, and erotic energy any receptive man can feel in his body as the unbelievable bliss of arousal. It's also a complete "How-To Course" of practicing male masturbation as a fine art. This young man in his early thirties builds and rides titanum bicycle frames. He also loves to masturbate. By his own account, daily and often more than once from age 5. When Liam was 5 his brother Gorman Brendan, two years his senior, gave him a demonstration to teach Liam how to play with himself.

Their father Arland Daniel was an enlightened fellow who had a frank talk with Gorman about masturbation earlier the same year Gorman first demonstrated his practice to Liam. Though their father felt quite awkward to inform his son so fully himself, he wished for his sons Gorman and Liam to know everything possble about human sexuality, the benefits of guilt-free male masturbation, and everything else they wish to know about or experience. He told Gorman it was a private thing, but do it as much as he wanted and that it was actually good for him. Their father confessed he loved doing it too. And later he gave them books, like THE JOY OF SOLOSEXUALITY. Liam still loves to read, so he knows a great deal about many, many things from book learning. In fact, it turns out he has a Ph.D.

However, this remarkable young man astonishes me when he places his own open hand upon the Hieroglyphic Monad of John Dee that is tattooed on the middle of his left pectoral, with the hand of his right arm that bears the dragon's head on the back. On that right side his shoulder bears a huge realistic red rose with a rainbow of little Grateful Dead dancing bears dancing around it. Liam showed up on Skype 2 or 3 months ago during a period when I was making myself available quite often for Skype sessions of MM4M and Phallic Brotherly communion. Lately I'm pursuing my Mission and careers via other anvenues for the most part.

Liam's now 33 years of age. He even has a Christ-like look overall, though his wavy, light brown hair is cropped short. Liam's beard is a darker unsweetened chocolate brown color. He has penetrating blue eyes and lots of dark hairs on the backs of his hands and forearms. That right arm is an illustarted arm, also covered with Book of Kells intricacies, triskelions, stags, Cernunnos, the forest and stars. The Tree of Life with ten colored Sephiroth. A galaxy swirls at the apex of his right bicep, and a starship goes into hyperdive on his tricep nearby. Otherwise thos are his only tatted regions, other than the glyph near his heart. Liam has no piercings but for one ear and one nostril. His nose bears a tiny emerald stud, his ear a ruby stud.

Liam appeared on Skype first wearing lounge pants of blue and white clouds, shirtless and grinning. He removed the eyeglasses that he wore when he saw me after I accepted the Skype call from him.

"Hey, Bruce,it's an honor to connect with you this way . . ." He set the eyeglasses down out of sight and stretched his arms back behind himself, almost as if he wanted me to be able to enjoy seeing his arm muscles ripple, and to see clearly the hairs of his chest, not a thick coat, yet quite plentiful hairs that grew on his carved pectorals were dark brown. His nipples showed through vivid pink on the pale skin. Liam's fine abdominal muscles had the classic scalloped look. A treasure trail of hairs led down from just above his navel and fanned wide at the borderlands of his pubic bush, where the waistband had slipped down to on his lower belly, and those "shield-notches" at his hips braced the lower belly between wings of his pelvis . . .

"Hey, Brother," I said, "the honor is MINE this fine day. Is there anything I can do for you, any question I can answer? Something you'd like me to show you?"

"Bruce, I like what I see. And I'd like you to see this," Liam said. "Do you want to see this?"

I see that he cradles a lengthy, thick bulge in the crotch area of she sky blue and white louge pants, fondles, caresses it with his long languid fingers. He breathes slowww and deeep it appears, though his eyes are wide and round with the intensity of what he's feeling.

"Not at the moment," Liam says, "only I can be in about ten seconds." He hooks thumbs in the waist of the loungers and they're pushed down below his knees, then all the way off. His big pink Celtic penis swings up and away pendulously from the thick brown bush of hair at the base of his belly: between the left and right hips, a rambly, lush sprawl of pubic hairs. His left hand falls in place, fingers curl along the length of the shaft and head as his left hand cups under his soft-skinned, yet voluminous scrotum. His lube turns out to be within reach and he applies some. Switches his right hand to his balls, the left to his stiff and hypnotically swaying penis.

He gently pulls and twists, sliding the testicles about within the hairy pouch of skin; he switches the tasks of his 2 hands again . . . and plays penis and balls with great skill and creativity, like a talented musician playing the masturbatory Song of Life, the Ballads of Self-Love and Self-Pleasure . . .

"You've taught me so much," Liam says, sounding a bit gaspy and almost overwhelmed by his ecstatic sensations, "and I've never felt anything like this before from masturbating! Always thought before that it was a substitute for something, instead of being the main course itself, which is IS! So what do you think of my practice, Maestro?"

"You should not flatter me," I say, as I apply more natural beneficial silicone lubrication to my own erection. "Only I am grateful for your words, Brother: thank you. Now why don't you lubricate that Irish beauty some more? Then let's go beyond words!" I say.

"Yes, sir," Liam says. I know he does not mean this in any way that I would not like, it's merely a polite "Southernism."

"Bruce, I was reading an excerpt from your autobiography ELEPHANT'S MEMORY where you talk about a major formative experience at age 7 of sharing cock2cock masturbation with a friend your own age. Just to consider such a thing make me SOOOO hard and SOOOOOO hot! I'm seriously interested in sharing something like that with you, Bruce."

"Here's what we can do," I say, and pause in my self-pleasutring to wipe my fingertips, wash my hands, and then come back to the keyboard before the monitor where this handsome youn fellow, Liam Padraig McClure is visible full-screen on the monitor. He stands before a counter in an apartment in Austin where his laptop must be open; he's stroking backhand and downwards along the long, thick, glistening, slightly curved shaft of his erection to which he has just liberally applied lubrication . . . between his thumb and first two fingers, he triggers his frenulum and thumb chases back and forth along the coronal ridge of his bulbous, shiny pink glans penis.

Within the dark forest of his beard, as he grimaces and grins with pure penile pleasure, the white flash of his teeth dazzles . . . I'm so intensely surfing along the edge of ejaculation, only I refuse to go over it now; this simply feels too fantastic to want it to ever end . . .

To identify the most powerful and important things, look for the strongest taboos. Amazingly enough, even in today's world both the erect penis and male masturbation remain strongly tabooed. What an irony that they are still more "forbidden" than male homosexuality, which in many contexts and places is met with increasing tolerance. So why are erections and male masturbation still taboo?

Precisely because they are so profound, so empowering to the individual, and so liberating!

Indeed, both erections and male masturbation are generally either demonized or trivilaized--STILL! Though many mainstream films now include sniggering references to masturbation or erections, you really do not SEE these explicitly in a maninstream film. Have you ever seen a big movie star show his erection or masturbate in a mainstream film? Why not?! We see plenty of graphic decapitations, mutilations and torture on-screen! Are those not the REAL obscenities???

There are plenty of out-moded mis-interpretations, superstitions, and condemnations still in place among various religions . . . including beliefs that you can be eternally punished for masturbation . . . and that there's someting improper, wrong or even evil about an erect penis!

I mean, in reality, what could be more gloriously beautiful than an erection? It's definitely a masterpiece of Nature and a triumph of the Creator's art! And the more enlightened studies of human sexuality confirm that masturbation is not just harmless, it's actually beneficial in many ways, as a stress-reliever, as practice for other forms of erotic activity, for mental health as a means of full self-acceptance and empowerment. It develops erotic fitness.

Health benefits include keeping the genitals and entire uro-genital and pelvic region exercised and toned, but also generating dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, oxytocin, male hormones . . . all these balance out the overload of cortisol generated by a stressful, hyper lifestyle. Cortisol is the strongest immunosuppresant known. Masturbation benefits are physical, psychological and spiritual all in One delicious practice.

To engage in frequent and prolonged masturbation as a human male helps to keep you in the "relaxation response" portion of your autonomic nervous system, instead of that stressful "fight or flight" part where a lot of that deadly cortisol lurks! The relaxed mode actually encourages erection, as well as automatically regulating such functions as breathing rate, heart rate, blood pressure, and digestive functions. It's GOOD FOR YOU! Not just incredible feeling . . .

Plus, the celebration of your erect penis through Mindful Masturbation is a direct connection with the Source of Life, the Universe, the Divine, whatever you want to call that bigger reality we are all part of. THIS IS THE VERY REASON IT'S BEEN DEMONIZED and TRIVIALIZED! The authorities, both sacred and secular don't want you to know what many ancient cultures knew and practiced--there is nothing more sacred and spiritual for a man than his penis . . . + maybe sharing penises with his Phallic Brothers. If you can masturbate, you need no intermediary or institution between you and the Divine.

Many cultures, such as the ancient Egyptians, were highly phallocentric (the obelisk is the penis of the earth god Geb, for example) without becoming totally male dominant. That tended to come along with the monotheistic religions that eventually got really negative about almost all sexuality. Such negativity is not really divinely inspired, it's just a control mechanism exerted to keep do down by your balls.

Now is the time for all that nonsese to end. In fact, attitudes ARE beginning to improve about masturbation and erections. A new study conducted by researchers at Indiana University gives details of the latest National Survey of Sexual Health and Behavior. Overall it not only confirms Kinsey's evidence for the near-universality of male masturbation, but the younger the guy, the more likely he admits to enjoying mutual masturbation with other guys.

So things are improving . . . only we have a lot of work to do, my Phallic Brothers, to shed more and more light on the wonder, the power, the glory of our erections, of how proudly and shamelessly we stroke them . . . and how much we love to share this with other guys.

We're on our way to a great adventure, Brothers! "I feel yours as you feel mine; sharing our pleasure is Divine!"

Following that New Moon yesterday, this is the REAL Samhain, (Halloween, or Day of the Dead are bastard cousins) astoday is the actual Cross-Quarter astronomincally, the "veil" is thin at this time . . . "I feel yours as you feel mine; sharing our pleasure is Divine!"

I am a curious creature in some ways, I must confess! I go to bed early and get up early to read, do Yoga, meditate and start work on my writing and website projects while all is hushed and still. I LOVE THE EARLY MORNING. My intense Phallic Energy means creative juice flows through me 24/7. It's my lifestyle, even when I'm sleeping like a baby! Plus, most often I still wake up with a big juicy erection . . . for example this morning:

I'm aroused when I get up to pee and see the clock says only 3:33 AM. Though I manage to urinate, my erection is still rather large, heavy and deliciously sensitive . . . so rather than ignore the invitation of my body, to avoid waking my beloved partner, I go downstairs with the two kitties Pearl and Willy to begin my day and to enjoy masturbating on the couch, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the office . . .

Yes, there's something especially and uniquely delicious about what men call "morning wood"! Man, O, man, I'm pulling along it slow and hard doing knee-bends, pulling my balls and shaft opposite ways, just bouncing the hot fat thing on my palm: MMMM!!!

All grown men can benefit from reclaiming the natural impulse of unrestrained little boys to hold your genitals a lot of the time, whether you're actively masturbating or not. Even in public, we need to fondle our crotches a lot more, slip a hand inside our pants. I most often sleep with my genitalia in my hand . . . only this morning, when I knew the Cross-Quarter day was actually coming at 6:33 AM (not when the skewed calendar says in terms of "official" holidays) to celebrate I turned up the central heat a few degrees, left off my house pants and applied some silicone lubrication to my thick, heavy prong.

I scribbed fingernails of one hand through my soft brown pubes, whilst slowly twisting lubricated fingers of the other hand in and out along the length of my erection; then switched hands to fuel the fire. Spent some time connecting nippel-tugging inside my house-coat with rubbing my frenulum, that cosmic trigger at the underside of my big flared glans penis. Tell you, when you do it creatively, mindfully, paying full attention instead of off in the porn zone, integrated with your daily living, masturbation only gets better and better! Can't believe how INCREDIBLE it's feeling this AM!!!

I seriously know YOU CAN TRAIN YOUR PENIS--with a diverse, creative practice of breaking habits, exploring new territory, YOUR PENIS KEEPS LEARNING TO GIVE YOU EVER FINER ECSTATIC SENSATIONS!!!

Only I'll be honest with you, Brother, because I really DO love all my Phallic Bros--it is not this way for most guys on Planet Earth--not YET anyway! Probably 99% of men on Earth still suffer some shame, or guilt, or inhibitions, even internally about totally surrendering to the Power of the Penis. Plus the majority of guys masturbate pretty much the same way all the time, usually a stryle that got fixed in their teens. To be quite honest, no matter how hot they are, a lot of guys are boring to watch after less than a minute--one stroke, one position, tense expression, hardly breathing. OUCH! There can be soooo much more to it!

Nothing wrong with that if you just want to stave off frustration, or get off: BUT LET ME INVITE YOU TO TRY SOMETHING MANY TIMES MORE INCRTEDIBLE--GET ON THE TEAM OF THE SOLOSEXUAL REVOLUTION!!! I've been a real masturbation revoluitonary ever since I started writing for JackinWorld as "Bruce McFarland" during the late 1990s.

Now some new studies show that attitudes toward masturbation are easing somewhat, improving overall, still it's only a start.

7 years ago my friend Joseph Kramer challenged me to help him change how men of the world masturabte. Well, there are these websites + THE COMPLETE MINDFUL MASTURBATION TRILOGY of DVD teachings . . . but it's only a start!

I've got BIG PLANS--gotta dream big and bold, such as my Penile Paradise streaming site, the Your Erotic Wizard video teachings I'm creating, and a new DVD and video teaching "Mastering the Art of Mindful Masturbation" is also in the works.

TRUE EXCELLENCE IN MALE MASTURBATION CAN BE TAUGHT and LEARNED, and even the finest male masturbators continue forever learning and exploring as they share it and practice . . .

If you're still reading this, you're on a similar journey to mine, at least in some sense--so get in touch if you'd seriously like to help me "Transform how the Men of Earth Masturbate."

This is a genuinel part of our best hope for PEACE and A SUSTAINABLE FUTURE, seriously, because it's a lack of REAL self-love in most men's self-pleasure that's causing such frustration.

All you really have to do is ADD LOVE TO THE EQUATION! Nothing ever feels finer. And the guys you masturbate with feel the difference too . . .

Early morning hours in the big bed upstairs: My beloved partner is sleeping downstairs tonight because of his allergies--doesn't want to keep me awake. So when I awaken around 4:00 AM with a big, thick erection under the cozy covers . . . I need not be concerned about disturbing his sleep. Thus I stretch out my limbs, open my pelvis, and caress myself head-to-toes, luxuriating in the clean, purple cotton sheets . . . pinching my nipples while rubbing under my balls.

I savor the feel of my pubic bush with one hand, while I feel and rub my feet, the hairs on my legs . . . even when I begin the deliberate, slow squeezing and pulling of my erection, I also visit my butt-cheeks, belly, neck, rub my ears, caress the hair of my head. All this in the name of not only pleasuring myself physically--it's really LOVING myself, making love WITH myself! This unhurried process of arousing my whole body while stimulating my penis, breathing, keeping relaxed and endlessly cycling through variations gradually stirs cellular memories that I probably share with most human males . . . ancestral phallic wisdom encoded in my DNA . . .

Every time the Nymphaea caerulea, AKA the Egyptian Blue Lotus on the lily pond blooms again (SEE Part 1of 10.14.10) I'm enthralled all over! To the ancient Egyptians this flower was actually a god! The Egyptians actually considered everything sacred and Divine . . . and this plant that is really a water-lily, they called Nefertum. Every time another pointed bud breaks the surface and opens its exquisite blue-violet petals with the golden starburst at its heart, I carefull bend over the surface and inhale the distinct, delicate fragrance, unlike anything else in the world. A LIVING PHALLIC GOD OF ANCIENT EGYPT! This was not symbolic or theoretical to these people who saw everything as connected and sacred!

In fact, recent studies speculate about the use of the Blue Lotus, not only in artistic decoration and ritual for its meaning, but as a kind of sacramental ephoriant and aphrodisiac drug, as well as a recreational substance. The Egyptians were party animals, really, and highly phallocentric! Though the active ingredients have still not been fully analyzed, there are elements that resemble Viagra, Ginko biloba and a euphoriant. The ancients may have infused the blossoms in wine, as well as simply eating them, which possibly inspired Homer's story of "The Land of the Lotus Eaters."

I don't suggest anyone try using this plant as a drug. Not at all. Yet for me it's an amazing experience simply to observe the actual blooming. I directly meditate on its living reality, as I do on my penis rising and falling, waxing and waning. In warm weather each Blue Lotus bud tends to bloom for about 3 days. Cooler weather in the last week or more has slowed down the rate of new blooms emerging, still what the plant tells my cells, only grows ddeper and deeper.

This morning I also run a hot bubble bath and spend some more time masturbating by the pulsing amber glow of a beeswax candle before daylight arrives . . . I feel how my erection IS the Sacred Pahllus, the Axis mundi, that connection between Earth and Sky, the connection with Oneness beyond all dualities. It IS the process of constant creation itself! This essence creates the world! My mindful bliss also reminds me that there is no real difference bwteeen my p3 or pure penile pleasure and the cycle of blooming I see for the Blue Lotus. It rises, blossoms, creates the world by its mere existence, not by any act, simply by being.

The blooming of Nefertum and my experience of p3 is more the same than it is different--within me, without me. They are actually One

Have you guys noticed that when a man is masturbating, nothing is missing, the image is complete?

Yesterday morning: I'm out on the Ravine Bench that overlooks the forested valley southeast from the garden where I live . . . before daybrea. The sky above me is a gemmed vault, as I sit bundled up quite warmly, yet under my shawl I have opened my trousers and I am masturbating a big thick erection . . . slowwwwly, mindfully, breathing deeply, relaxxxed . . .the intensity of erotic ecstasy suffuses my entire body . . .

I'm struck by the ancestral wisdom of my male human design: the perfect match of hands with penis; detailed and deterous manipulation with fingers and thumb and sensitive touch, plus this stiff, warm, forever-changing male organ rooted in the curly brown hairs between my legs--the largest penis by far of any primate--the most highly-evolved male sex-organ on the planet . . . directly connected with my 100-billion-neuron human brain . . .

Now I'm dissolving beyond the boundaries of my skin contained within warm clothing for the seasonal chill; the glories within me merge with the spectacle of the amazing world around me . . .

While writing THE SECRET OF THE GOLDEN PHALLUS I've made amazing discoveries concerning the links between the earliest Indus Valley culture and ancient Egypt--primarily the phallic creation stories and the oldest phallic gods. A rather obscure male deity (in modern terms) turns out to be a key: Nefertum. He is the Lord of the Rising Lotus, God of Fragrances. His name means literally: "The Beautiful One--He Creates the World by Masturbation." The Blue Lotus pervaded Egyptian culture, was a sacred symbol and also used as an aphrodisiac and euphoriant. King Tut's coffin was still covered with these sacred blossoms when his tomb was opened. The flower appears countless times in Egyptian imagery.

My partner planted the flower in our lily pond for me: Nymphaea cerulea, the blue water-lily called the Blue Lotus by Victorian Egyptologists. Turns out that this gorgeous little blossom is a key to a great many things! Egyptian creation stories include versions that tell how the Blue Lotus emerged from the primordial waters of NU. When it opened, from it's golden heart was born the Sun God Ra!

Likewise and in parallel, Atum, the Lord of the Primordial Mound, the Complete One appeared from the chaos of NU as the spirit of the first THING in the NOTHINGNESS. Aware that he might get swept away and dissolve back into the void he came from unless his existence grew more definite, Atum began to pleasure himself, his hand connecting with his penis made him complete . . . and he remained, and creation flowed from his activity of loving himself . . . and when the Sun appeared his name became Atum-Ra.

From the Indus Valley culture emerged the image of Vishnu reclining on the Cosmic Serpent in the Cosmic Ocean, a lotus growing from between his legs (though later prudish version show it as his navel) and on the blossom as it opens, sits Brahama, the Creator! Both of these deities are aspects of Shiva, the ultimate phallic god, in the Trinity of the Triple God.

Thus the Blue Lotus bud that rises and flowers is a key phallic image. Nefertum has many associations with the phallus--he is the young, handsome Sun God of the early morning, just as the Blue Lotus opens when the warmth of early daylight touches it . . . and as I've been learning, this is not theoretical!

Next time I'll tell more of my direct experience of The Beautiful Complete One--He Creates the World by Masturbation.

from BRUCE

(Archive: October-December, 2010)