men of antiquity

Socrates, Caesar, Alexander, Martial, Catullus, Virgil, Achilles; Napoleon, Frederick the Great, Goethe, Shakespeare, Bacon, an unbroken line of English monarchs; Mohammed, Benvenuto Cellini, Wilde, Symonds, Emerson, Pater, Fitz-Gerald, Leighton, Whitman, Michael Angelo, Leonardo, and a host of others. All Men who liked to get fucked.

aleister crowley

Dear Mr. Crowley, I can not truly thank u enough for creating such a well developed, highly educational and, Liberatingly Powerful Magickal System. Your Sytem has helped open up my life in ways I never dared to dream possible. While there are many who emmulate your philosophy and, beliefs there are very few whom truly … Read morealeister crowley

any natural impulse ?

“It is a terrible error to let any natural impulse, physical or mental, stagnate. Crush it out, if you will, and be done with it; or fulfil it, and get it out of the system; but do not allow it to remain there and putrefy. The suppression of the normal sex instinct, for example, is responsible … Read moreany natural impulse ?

sodomy & philosophy

I shall fight openly for that which no living Englishman dare defend, even in secret — sodomy! At school I was taught to admire Plato and Aristotle, who recommend sodomy to youths. I am not so rebellious as to oppose their dictum; and in truth there seems no better way to avoid the contamination of … Read moresodomy & philosophy

danger of obsession by sexual ideas

I have successfully eliminated the danger of obsession by sexual ideas in this way: I refuse to admit that it is the fundamental truth. Science in failing to follow me so far has destroyed the idea of religion and the claim of mankind to be essentially different from other mammalia. The demonstration of anthropologists that … Read moredanger of obsession by sexual ideas

emotional reaction to the critical word

The fact is that the vast majority of people are absolutely impervious to facts about multi orgasm man. Test the average man by asking him to listen to a simple sentence which contains one word with associations to excite his prejudices, fears or passions — he will fail to understand what you have said and … Read moreemotional reaction to the critical word

Arab Magick bi/ Aleister Crowley

Let my fond lips but drink thy golden wine My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat The rich brown globes of sacramental meat Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine, And let me linger with thy hands in mine, And lick the sweat from dainty dirty feet Fresh with the losse aroma of the … Read moreArab Magick bi/ Aleister Crowley

Cock Magick

Cock Magick is based on the belief that when you are sexually aroused you have a special “ENERGY”, a special magickal power.

Cock Magick is the art of using your sexual “ENERGY”, your  psychic “ENERGY” to make things happen in your life. Cock Magick is using your “ENERGY” to help you to get what you want. It is a sexual celebration of your magnificent cock itself. It’s a consensus of your cock, body mind and soul, as that combination becomes your 7th sense. Aleister Crowley, defined magick as “the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will.” The object of all magic, according to Crowley, is “the uniting of opposites.” Stated another way, “the Great Work is the raising of the whole man in perfect balance to the power of Infinity. Anyone can do sex magick. First of all decide what it is that you want to achieve from using your cock magick.

Plan your ritual in advance. Write it down and study it. Make lots of changes and additions. This has to be your ritual. Remember the importance of opposites. You will need to repeat the following chant, if it’s to bi it’s up to me, continuously throughout your ritual. Prepare something to eat, drink and smell during the ritual. Clean the space where the ritual will take place. Decorate it with something that represents Fire, Earth, Metal, Water, Wood and any symbolic items that are relevant to you. If your objective is for example to get promotion at work or to be successful at a job interview include symbols that represent that. You could use a copy of the application form soaked in semen to cover your body at different stages throughout the ritual. Music is very important. While bathing or showering close your eyes and visualize the water washing off all mental, emotional and physical dirt. Once again the importance of scent should be noted. This is a very important part of the ritual. Lie down and make your self comfortable. Breathe big deep breaths in through your nose, bring the breath like an energy deep into your body, hold it in for awhile, and slowly exhale. Touch with the very tips of your fingers very very slowly.

If you do magick with a partner sit opposite each other, hold hands and synchronize breathing or inhale while your partner exhales. Again remember the importance of opposites. It is very important to visualize a strong circle or globe of protection around yourself.




At any time during the ritual that you cumm close to cumming relax begin the breathing exercise again and visualize that circle. Remember the more energy you can build up the more likely you are to achieve what your using your 7th. sense for. Arouse yourself and/or your partner bi any sexual activities you wish to use, I cannot stress enough the importance of opposites, until you almost reach orgasm. Now it’s time to stop, and shout or sing your chant (mantra) that you prepared earlier to the music your playing, be as loud as you possibly can. Now it’s time for further arousal again till the point where you are close to orgasm. You need to perform this part of the ritual at least seven times. Breathe deeply and concentrate even more on your chant (mantra). This will help you to build up a great amount of sexual magical energy and deep erotic sensations; when i am practising this myself I find myself dancing in some kind of sexual trance where my whole body and spirit throb as my beautiful cock does. As you finally achieve orgasm it’s very fucking important that you ROAR your chant (mantra) as loudly and as quickly as possible, as you frantically rub your cumm juices all over yourself and or your partner(s). Rub some of these love juices into a small piece of cloth and seal it in a small plastic bag, which you can place in your freezer latter. This can then be used as a symbol in another sex ritual. Now it’s time to change the CD and play your favorite dance music and dance yourself dizzy into a kind of trance to celebrate your ritual. You can chant your mantra along to the music, if it’s to bi it’s up to me, if it’s to bi it’s up to me, if it’s to bi it’s up to me, if it’s to bi it’s up to me…

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Magick Awakening

Magic (or Magick, as it is sometimes spelled, in order to distinguish it from stage magic) is a word fraught with dubious connotations. It summons up images of robed figures, surrounded by clouds of incense, standing within magical circles, and conjuring demons to do their bidding.

Even in the magical system that has achieved widest renown, that of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, magic is associated with complex Qabbalistic rituals, Egyptian god forms, and arcane tools and talismans. Such things are sure to send the average good citizen scurrying in the opposite direction, as quickly as possible. Even for those who are inclined toward the esoteric and spiritual, magic remains the preserve of a few self-chosen magi who have a strong attraction to the arcane. Still, there are no lack of books presenting magical systems. Dion Fortune, W.E. Butler, Aleister Crowley, Israel Regardie, William Grey, Franz Bardon, David Griffin, and others have authored numerous tomes to whose teachings one could easily devote a lifetime. Why, then, should we pay any attention to yet another book called Introduction to Magic? The answer is that this new work in hand is unlike any other book on magic previously published, as difficult as that may be to believe.

mature-muscle-dark-meatJulius Evola, the principal contributor to Introduction to Magic, is a figure of some controversy within esoteric circles. Born in 1898, the vital years of his twenties and thirties coincided with Fascism’s reign in Italy, and Evola’s stance toward Fascism – although critical and adversarial at times – was sufficiently positive to make him persona non grata in liberal European circles. However, as tempting as it may be to dismiss past historical figures according to present value judgments, Evola deserves to be judged on his own terms, in his own time. With that in mind, let us take a closer look at the magical system put forth in Introduction to Magic. Introduction to Magic is the first of three volumes collecting articles from the Italian esoteric journal UR, published between 1927 and 1929. Evola was the journal’s foremost author, but he was joined by prominent figures in the Italian esoteric scene, such as Arturo Reghini, Giulio Parese and Ercole Quadrelli. All of UR’s writers published under pseudonyms, for the stated reason that “their individual selves count for nothing, because everything valid they can offer now is not of their own creation or devising, but instead reflects a collective and objective teaching.”1 This harks back to such seminal works as the Rosicrucian Manifestoes, or the more recent Meditations on the Tarot, whose authors chose anonymity so as not to distract from the message of their texts.

The message of the UR Group was as follows: there is a capacity inherent in Man to raise consciousness above the call of the body and the distractions of the mind; a capacity that can lead to an immortal awareness. The means to this awareness is through a rigorous discipline wherein the transitory ego is shed, and the individual consciousness is wedded to the Eternal. In so doing, one passes beyond the conventional notions of Good and Evil, to a place where, in Gustav Meyrink’s words, only “truth” and “falsehood” exist. To know this is not a matter of intellectual knowledge, but of spiritual experience, i.e. of gnosis.


Introduction to Magic doesn’t merely describe this system, but offers meditative techniques that can lead to the concrete acquisition of the consciousness it describes. In so doing, accounts are offered of what one will encounter – accounts that have the strong ring of truth. In other words, the UR Group was sharing knowledge based on their own experience, not just generalisations or suppositions. And here we approach the core of the UR Group’s unique approach, which raises important questions. Most other magical systems presuppose an “other”, be it God or gods and goddesses, to which the magus pays homage or, at least, subordinates his operations. The tendency of the ego to usurp the expanding consciousness, is conventionally kept in check by the reminder of the ego’s diminutive stature in relation to the Divine. The UR approach de-emphasises such “others,” focusing instead on the transcendence of the ego by a greater impersonal Self which may itself become Divine. This admittedly dangerous operation requires a resoluteness of will that cannot be abandoned. As “Abraxas” (Quadrelli) notes: “Once you have begun, you must go all the way, since an interruption leads to a dreadful reaction, with the opposite result. You can easily understand why: at every step you take, an increasingly higher quantity of swirling energy is arrested and pushed upstream; having been excited and provoked, it is filled with tension. As soon as you give up, it will come crashing down upon you and sweep you away.”2

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Obviously, this is an approach that will appeal to very few. And the UR Group’s philosophy assumed as much. Quadrelli described the difference between the vast majority of mankind and the initiated few who followed such a path: “On this side are ignorant people, lacking Knowledge, pale, passive, intoxicated, whose lives are still outside and on this side of the Waters. On the other shore you will find virile men, heroic souls, awakened to disgust, to revolt, to the Great Awakening; having left one shore behind, they dare face the current and the undertow, being led by their ever more firm, unshakable will. Once there, they are known as ‘Survivors of the Water,’ ‘Walkers on the Waters,’ the ‘Holy Race of the Free,’ ‘The Conquerors,’ ‘The Lords of Life and Salvation,’ ‘The Radiant Ones.’ They are the ‘Dragon slayers,’ the ‘Dominators of the Bull,’ ‘Consecrated to the Sun,’ those who have been transformed through Ammon’s power and Wisdom.”3.  In defining such a gap between the many and the few,  the UR Group implied a spiritual hierarchy that Evola was to elsewhere define explicitly. Taking his lead from Hinduism, Evola affirmed the value of a traditional caste system, (typically composed of the castes of Priest-ruler, aristocratic warrior, merchant, and worker). Society should be ruled by those of the highest spiritual attainment, with all others finding their proper places in the social hierarchy. Such sentiments stand in stark contrast to the modern conception of democracy, which assumes the right of every individual to an equal voice in the direction of society. Evola was still working out these ideas at the time of the UR Group project, and his increasingly uncompromising defense of “Tradition” was one factor in the group’s fragmentation after only three or four years of collaboration. Western Magic & Hermeticism


The magic of the UR Group, however, is wholly Hermetic. There would seem to be two reasons for this. First, the leading UR members, particularly Evola and Reghini, were proponents of a return to Roman and Greek tradition. Evola considered “Hermetico-alchemical knowledge” to be “the most direct and legitimate link to the unique, primordial Tradition.”7 The preoccupations and values of Judaism and Christianity run perpendicular to pagan values of heroism, strength, and honour.

Second, in its stated goal of self-Deification, the UR teachings had little use for the concept of Deity, beyond that of a potential within certain favoured individuals. The UR work gives high value to Transcendence, but it is the transcendence of the initiate over the pull of earthly bonds, of the supra-human over the merely human. Thus the UR teachings have far more in common with Nietzsche or with Buddhism, than with the Judaeo-Christian religions with their subordination before an external God. Nevertheless, the UR Group didn’t narrow its cosmology to the sort of psychological reductionism that sees God or the gods as symbolic figures thrown up by the Collective Unconscious or as mere person-ifications of human capacities. Various essays in Introduction to Magic refer to Beings, entities, and forces that the Magus may encounter along the path. But these are conceptualised as manifestations of two polarising tendencies within the Cosmos: non-human forces that lead either to a degenerative Chaos or to a higher Order. The initiate, according to the UR Group, must distinguish between the two and align himself only with energies and intelligences leading toward the higher Self.


While Evola and the UR Group placed themselves on the side of Order and high spiritual aspirations, their goal of human Deification led them to see conventional mystical notions, such as “merging with the One” or submission of the Ego to God, as manifestations of a downward pull leading the individual away from his ascent to the Divine. In one essay, Evola appropriates René Guénon’s concept of the “counter-initiation” in characterising Theosophy, Spiritualism, and other “sentimental” movements as “Satanic” impulses. This is highly ironic in that the UR perspective has more than a passing resemblance to the so-called Satanism of the contemporary Temple of Set. According to Stephen E. Flowers, “the ultimate aim of Setian philosophy is an active, aware and potent state of relative immortality for the isolate, individual psyche. This is achieved through a system of magic…”8 This is not the time or place to enter into a discussion of whether the Setian definition of the “individual psyche” has more in common with the accepted notion of the ego or with the UR Group’s divinised Self. Suffice it to say that both systems aim at the willed immortality of the initiate, independent of the body, and in contradistinction to the “right-hand path” of mainstream religion or mysticism.


The perspective put forth in Introduction to Magic, and by Evola in his other writings, raises the question of whether gnosis, (or awakening or liberation, as it is usually referred to in the book) only occurs within the familiar framework of morality. Most mystical and esoteric paths counsel a fidelity to the moral values of the religions of which they are expressions. The saints or mystics who are the exemplars of such paths are generally praised for their piety, compassion, and self-sacrifice; the implication being that spiritual awareness goes hand in hand with “goodness.” The Buddhist figure of the Bodhisatva, who vows to continue to incarnate until all beings have been liberated, as well as the figure of Jesus Christ, who Christian dogma tells us “died for our sins,” are the accepted models for earnest spiritual seekers. Evola and the UR Group fly in the face of such norms. Their magical system makes almost no mention of how a would-be magus should comport himself towards others. There are no exhortations to live for the sake of others or to help those who are less advantaged. There are only repeated statements of the need for courage, steadfastness, clear vision, and singleness of purpose on the magical path. Time and again, the reader is reminded of the relativity of “Good and Evil” from the vantage point of the accomplished initiate. At best, the UR system might be characterised as morally neutral, at least by conventional standards.

rubgy-cock6Yet it is clear from the authority of the book’s instructions, and the first-person accounts that are included, that the members of the UR Group achieved heights of consciousness that bear the mark of gnosis. Here was a group of Italian esotericists whose loyalties lay with ancient Rome, who were associated with the extreme Right, and who considered the majority of the human race to be asleep and worthy only of being led by an enlightened few. Could it be that they developed a potent system for the advancement of spiritual awareness that works? This is the challenge that Introduction to Magic raises for its readers and which each reader will have to answer for himself. Editor’s Note: Introduction to Magic: Rituals and Practical Techniques for the Magus by Julius Evola and the UR Group (Published by Inner Traditions) is available from New Dawn magazine, Footnotes:

1. Magic Awakening Jay Kinney. Preface to Introduction to Magic, p. xxv.

2. Abraxas (Quadrelli) in Introduction to Magic, p.20.

3. Abraxas (Quadrelli) in Introduction to Magic, p.19.

4. Aleister Crowley, Magick in Theory and Practice, p.xii.

5. Dion Fortune, quoted by W.E. Butler in Magic, Its Ritual, Power and Purpose, p. 12.

6. Aleister Crowley, Magick in Theory and Practice, p.4.

7. Julius Evola, The Hermetic Tradition, p. xvii.

8. Stephen E. Flowers, Lords of the Left-Hand Path, p.241.

pending masturbation

Don’t you just love a Saturday, a day off to just enjoy yourself? I lay in bed just thinking of the urgent wank and the pic’s I sent you, back in February but what I did find Erotic was the E-mail I wrote describing it. My initial reaction to this request wasn’t received warmly I may add. But now I find that I’ve enjoyed the whole experience and it’s given me a sensual avenue to express myself. A dull and jaded sex life has been rejuvenated, for which I thank you. For on several occasions since I have spilt my cum. It must have looked hilarious, me sitting stark naked in front of my computer. Typing with one hand on the keyboard, cock in the other, it’s a wonder it made any sense at all. But I feel I didn’t do the male penis or orgasm justice.

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So with your indulgence Seb. I would like to try again. So guys pants down cock in hand lets go for some cock edging. I’ve been thinking of this all week as I start my PREPARATION, drinking more water every day to increase the quantity of semen. And excise my groin and buttocks by squeezing and holding them tight for as long as possible, doing this whenever I think of it, this helps with ejaculation intensity. I also spend time anticipating and fantasying the pending masturbation, once again to improve intensity. It wasn’t easy to get through a full week with out masturbating. Thursday morning being my worst day waking with an erection with a pressing hardness, and what can only be described as a heavy feeling in my testicals. Not trusting myself I quickly dressed and left for work.


But now preparation is complete, and it’s time to enjoy myself. So now I lay in bed, contemplating the joys of masturbating, doing just what you like, when and how you like it. Pleasing no-one but yourself. Not having your partner move at a crucial moment, the benefits are enormous. Sometimes it’s a necessity to give yourself this time. I remember the words of a friend during a mutual masturbation session. As he watched me racing to reach orgasm, pumping my cock at a furious rate. This was due to my youth and the fear someone would catch me, with my cock in my hand. David he said the destination is great but take time to enjoy the journey this good advice was from a man who could masturbate for hours and you could see the enjoyment written on his face. He had an uncanny ability to manipulate a cock. And I was fortunate enough to experience his expertise. To this day, I live by his advice. I find myself unconsciously stroking the head of my penis, with thumb and forefingers in a twisting motion. My half erect penis responding with an appreciative throb. The shaft lifting the head of my cock, up into my thumb and fingers. I chuckle to myself as I know I am going to masturbate today and my penis senses it to. But today I’m in no hurry intending to enjoy every tantalising second of this. I get up walking to the shower, conscious of my half erect penis caught somewhere between erection and gravity, the semi engorged weight of my cock pulling on the mussels supporting it, giving me a quite pleasant feeling.

pending masturbationI turn on the shower to Luke warm as the day is hot. I wash my body and shave my genitals, leaving only the landing strip. I prefer a clean shaven cock and balls. For this I like to use Nivea shaving gel. This has a thick slippery consistency and is good to masturbate with. I indulged in a few quick strokes as I wash it off. Not drying myself I head out to my kitchen to prepare breakfast and coffee all the time, my cock fighting gravity and erection. I step out on the patio, instantly the morning sun warms my body, a soft breeze caressing my buttocks and flowing over my penis and testicles. My wet body accentuating the feeling of the cooling breeze. I close my eyes and imagine a Geisha running a silk scarf over my buttocks and genitals. The feeling similar, I stand there for a couple of minutes taking in the feeling and enjoying my nakedness. The smell of coffee bringing me back to earth. I notice my penis now more erect. although not fully. I sit down for breakfast and coffee. I let my imagination run wild remembering past sexual partners, two ladies in particular, ( both on separate occasions I’m not that lucky ) One was a complete exhibitionist and loved to fuck in public, she also had an inclination to anal sex. The other although quite demure loved to watch me masturbate. These two ladies are directly responsible, when they asked me what my orgasm felt like. This was after an enormous orgasm that left them both quite stunned, about the intensity and amount of cum I ejaculated. I stumbled over incoherent words and to tell you the truth I could not explain it. So I embarked on a search for how it felt. And I found masturbation to be the most effective tool. I notice my imagination has bought my cock fully erect and pointing skyward. I stand up to view my creation. My circumcised penis, on the higher end of the average scale. But still average the stiff shaft protrudes from my body, a slight arch half way up increasing the angle skyward, the head slightly bulbous making it visibly separate from the shaft. The lower part of my penis a healthy pink colour, blending to an inflamed, warmer red at the upper part of my shaft. This gave the impression my cock was angry and dangerous. My scrotum loose with my testicals hanging low due to the heat of the day. Enough procrastination there are pleasures of the flesh to be had. I head to the bathroom for the massage oil, my erection swinging from side to side like a pointer. I grab the oil and follow my cock out to the back garden again. I stand and pour a little oil over the back of my erect penis. I let it spill over my cock and watch it drip to the ground, while I absorb its feeling of warmth. With my right hand I work the lubricant over my cock, twisting my hand to ensure good coverage. Unhappy with the results I apply a second application. sometimes I prefer a small amount of lubricant so I can feel my penis. But today I want my cock soaking wet, I want it to slip and slide in my hand. I have a better result this time with an allover film, enabling my hand to slide over it with little friction. I use erotica massage oil as I find it is a touch thicker and enhances the feeling. I get this from a local health shop. I think the guy that runs it is a wake up to me. I begin my MASTURBATION. Stroking my stiff shaft, engulfing my glans on the up stroke, moving slowly down my wet shaft to cup my balls and scrotum. I keep the pace slow and deliberate, as today I’m in no hurry. I enjoy the feeling of my hand running up and down my wet lubricated shaft as it searches the length for sensations. I vary each stroke slightly to explore every millimeter of my cock. I feel my scrotum contract rolling my testicals closer to my body, obviously to warm the semen for ejaculation. This is the beginning of my bodies metamorphous into orgasm.

tumblr_m4qhx4CfIQ1r32077o1_500My wet hand is stimulating my glans and underside of my penis. The sensation just a dull ache, I ignore my scrotum and testicles for a moment and concentrate my stroking on these stimulated areas. My cock responding by hardening, pressing on the walls of the shaft until it feels as if it may burst, the rim of my glans flaring to absorb more of the sensation, each stroke heightening the dull ache. Until it feels as if my cock has been tickled with a feather, for an hour. All that is needed now is the feeling of an orgasm to overlay this sensation. I continue masturbating, my testicals now tight and firm as I cup them on the down stroke. The rim and underside of my penis quite sensitive now. Then suddenly I thought I sensed a new feeling, a mild tingling at the base of my penis. Perhaps not, I took another stroke of my hard shaft, giving the head particular attention, no nothing. My wet cock slipped through my hand for the third time. Definitely nothing I must have imagined it. My hand continuing to work my cock at this slow tantalizing pace. My glans receiving some great sensations with each stroke of my rock hard, wet cock. The intensity of my masturbation increasing. Then suddenly there it was again, definite now, the tingling deep at the base of my cock as my orgasm is conceived. Each stroke bringing it up along my stiff shaft, ever so slowly. Similar to the mercury in a thermometer rising over a low heat. I continue the masturbation at a slow pace, the tingling becoming quite noticeable now, the semen now a quarter way up the inside of my shaft. Time to play some more games. I place my left hand on the side of my buttock, enabling me to feel my mussels tense and to gently squeeze my left buttock. Simply because I enjoy it while wanking. As my right hand keeps working my cock I wait until it reaches the base of my penis squeezing, the buttocks in, then releasing for the down stroke. This engorges the penis and intensifies the pleasure of the rubbing over the glans. Also giving you a great visual, watching your head enlarge and the skin smooth out, the colour of the cock deeply enriched. I continue the squeeze release for several strokes, feeling with my left hand the buttocks squeeze and release. The semen rising millimeter at a time the sensation of my hand over my glans becoming more intense. Then I squeezed then I should have released the semen in my shaft moved up dramatically. this could have been  disastrous to my cause if the masturbation had been more advanced .Now concentrating intently I waited for my hand to complete it’s down stroke, the semen did its usual rise and then I squeezed and held. I completed the next six to seven strokes with mussels clenched .the semen not moving up at all. My hand running up my shaft engulfing the head, moving down to cup my balls the semen now half way up, on the soft underside of my penis.

mature hairy turkish daddies gayThe tingling sensation becoming intense now. This is the part of masturbation I enjoy the most. The sensations are intense enough to enjoy, and you can still control the flow of cum. I will often let my cock bubble away in this state for hours, while watching porn. Giving an occasional stroke to maintain it at this level. But today I edge towards ejaculation. My breathing becoming heavier, I’m conscious of an increase in heart rate but more conscious of cum moving up my shaft. My focus becoming narrower. I now take a chance and slow the pace; applying a little more pressure to the top half of my cock by tightening my thumb and fore finger, then twist my hand around the tip. As I am a little older I risk the orgasm receding down the shaft, making it difficult to reach orgasm and losing intensity. But I feel my erection is strong and the pending orgasm intense. My hand slides down my stiff cock again cupping my balls and returning on the up stroke. I feel the semen continuing its upward flow, another couple of strokes confirms the flow has slowed. The semen now three quarters up my stiff shaft, the tingling sensation intense. I feel myself losing control. When I notice on a down stroke, a pearly drop of pre-cum on my tip. Glistening in the morning sun. I squeeze my cock and more oozes out. With my other hand I wipe up the blob of cum with my fore finger, a sticky stringy thread connects penis and finger before snapping back to the head of my cock. I continue to masturbate as it’s now critical I don’t let the semen retreat down my penis. I lift the blob of cum to my mouth and sucked it from my finger. This was the first time I’ve done this. I let the blob pass over my tongue before swallowing it. The taste salty, but not unpleasant. I’m now fighting the urge to increase the speed of masturbation, and furiously pump my cock to ejaculation. I tell myself each slow stroke of my wet cock increases the time I enjoy the sensations, moving up and through my penis. But even this is becoming almost unbearable. It slides through my hand again as I tease my cock to a slow orgasm. I have for now conquered the urge. I try to relax my mussels in my cock and buttocks and allow the semen to slowly flow up my shaft. It’s obvious that I won’t be successful all the time. But it is worth the effort, it eventually gives you a slight variation to your orgasm. As you cum use these mussels, and try to shoot as far as possible. My hand still sliding over my shaft, a wet slapping and squelching sound is audible and seems strangely erotic, as it confirms my activity. The musky aroma of testosterone heavy in the air, reaches my nostrils. The semen continuing its journey, the tingling sensation now so intense, I want to reach inside my penis to scratch it. I realize its going to happen rapidly from here. The mussels in my calves tensing, my toes curled up gripping the ground I was standing on, the mussels in my neck tense, my face contorted.  My lips form a circle, OOOOHH! I sucked air in over my teeth. SSSHH!  OOOOHH! My head swimming in the ecstasy of masturbation. My peripheral vision gone as I focused on my stiff wet cock sliding through my hand. My bodies metamorphous into orgasm is now complete. The tingling sensation just below my glans, the stimulation on the soft under side and rim of my cock inter mingling with the rising orgasm. I took another two slow but deliberate strokes with the last twist of my hand. I felt the semen rushing into my glans swirling and pooling in my cocks head my world becoming quiet, as I started my assent into orgasm. My hand slipped up my shaft again, squeezed and twisted on the glans. I gripped my cock hard and slammed my fist into my pubic mound, my cock protruding from my fist by 7 or 8 cm. the tingling extreme, my vision blurred waves of sheer ecstasy flowing through me. No longer capable of logical thought, my cock momentarily took control. I thrust my hips out my back arched. My cock looked larger as it protruded from my hand. The colour a deep crimson and looking urgent. EJACULATION is now imminent. Involuntary mussel spasms grip my cock causing the head to rise and fall. The mussels in my buttocks, spasming simultaneously. My cock seems unwilling to give up its load. It  performs a convulsive dance in my fist. The eye of my cock now opens. The head rises from another involuntary spasm, a large wad of cum erupts climbing steadily skyward pushed along by a stream of sticky white semen, both connected; the wad reaches chest height and then starts to fall. But the stream continues its journey for another 5 or 6 cm. creating a gravity defying arch. It hadn’t reached the ground when a second spurt flowed from my cock my timing was out, as my cock hadn’t had time to recover from the initial ejaculation. The cum running down my shaft, over my hand and scrotum , tickling my balls as it dripped off them on its way to join the first spurt.

sex-spiritualMy cock spasming in my hand again several times before erupting, semen lifting into the air pushed sky ward by a crazed stream of hot sticky cum. The stream more intense than the first ejaculation, reaching an even greater height, before arching over to start its downward decent. The stream separating into droplets and sections, before sliding back on itself, starting its downward fall. My head was swimming; a mussel spasm took hold of my left leg and it shock uncontrollably. My head held back, I let out a guttural groan, the tingling sensation and ecstasy swam through my entire body, intermingling with each other creating an incredible mussel spasm in my cock. Cum ejaculating in yet another stream up, a mussel spasm in my upper back violently pushed my chest forward. I was now totally consumed by my orgasm. My cock spasming again, semen erupted from my stiff cock. The tingling sensation spiking with each spurt of cum.  The ejaculations not as strong now, but intensity was as high. Every nerve ending alive, receptive to every sensation. Somewhere in that cloud I realized I still had a death grip on my penis. I took my cum soaked hand from my cock. My hips shuddered in a strange fucking motion. This was not a mussel spasm but more of a response to the continuing orgasm. My cock rose again the tingling sensation spiking with ejaculation. The stream of cum now short, arching downwards falling to the ground. My head swimming in the cloudy mist of orgasm, balanced somewhere between my conscious and sub conscious minds. My body now tired from constant mussel spasm. My cock drooped down only to rise with contraction again. Semen flowed from my cock, running down the soft under side of my penis, flowing over my balls. The mussels at the base of my cock pushing hard, empting my stiff shaft, wringing the last drops of semen from my cock. The physical side of my orgasm is now over, I relaxed in the AFTERMATH. My body shuddered from the last flow of semen. I raised my head and shut my eyes, allowing myself to swim in the cloudy mist of ecstasy. My mussels relaxing, releasing their grip on my body. I could now hear the Galas and corellas screeching from a near by gum tree. A neighbour’s dog barking from down the road. I tried to ignore these intrusive sounds and let myself drift in this state, but unfortunately nothing was going to stop me from being drawn back. The mist in my head clearing, I could now see a dull glow from behind my closed eyelids. My breathing returning to normal, as is my heart rate. The cool breeze flowed over my buttocks and genitals again, my body wet with perspiration. But it did not have the same effect as previously, the Geisha has gone missing. I guess the level of expectation and perception not as high after masturbation. Then a conscious thought ‘this is ground control to Major Tom ‘. It amused me David Bowie had called me back to earth. I opened my eyes, the glare from the bright morning sun harsh. I looked down at what was left of my erection as it retracted with each heart beat, firstly the tip bending down until it was pointing to the ground, then the shaft retracting upon itself, until quite flaccid. One last defiant drop of semen formed on the head and dropped onto my inner thigh of my right leg. I could see beneath me splatters and pools of semen “yeah right a teaspoon full, I don’t think so “. A calm feeling of euphoria washed over me. A legacy of my orgasm that would stay with me for the rest of the day. The sexual tension gone lying in the pools of semen at my feet. My penis feels strangely content. This was the time I was supposed to feel guilt and shame. I dropped that luggage years ago. I’m proud to be male, and I was proud of this most fulfilling orgasm. An orgasm I worked hard for. I begin to plan my next one, what do you think. Masturbation, wank or jerk off. It can be what ever I want. I love to see men masturbate and ejaculate so I might see what I can find on your site. I’d  love to watch you so come on guys start wanking. You will all be hearing from me again soon. When we can absorb another couple of hours.  By Dave 247mls

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Yes, I like cock in a jock. I like almost anything cock, ass, muscles, sweat, whatever the fuck is man. I have a vision (right now I mean) I have a vision of a man walking in the street in a little countryside town, his cock bulging under his jock; he’s wearing a sweatshirt too, and people drag themselves on the street and reach for him: women and men want him. But he’s jogging fast, it’s the evening, and has a ring at the base of his cock whose twin is the ring at my finger, and when he’s come he asks me my name: I say something I cant figure out right now. He’s happy that what I said has let him in, though: he steps forward and we talk to each other in a little opening in the woods, sitting on two marble white rocks, some feet apart: we’re on the side of a mountain. We’re just sitting there, and we find communion, talking. From communion come orgasms, one after the other: we try to hide them, as our god Coolness requires, but from time to time, we cry them out like we played at who shouts the best, who shouts out best during orgasm, and we keep on talking. Evening is eternal. We have many orgasms, and the sensation tangles me to him thereafter. I watch my hand while I talk: I have marble dust on my palm, and I try to hide it because I know it’s his Sperm.


He sees it and opens both his hands: he’s got palms full of white dust too. It’s then I understand that he’s all around, and I’m glad I made this second leap. He’s looking at me and he smiles and nods, and I know it’s a charm I could to some effect, and I know the next time I look he won’t be there anymore. I have the charm in my hand anyways. No I made it up, it won’t work, I think, and I feel a fit of pain that I denied him. So I go in the middle of the opening, in the circle of the trees, and let myself have more orgasms. I let the trees and the grass get to me, because, who cares, it’s always him. When I stop it’s the night, and he’ gone. But no: he’s coming out of the dark under the trees: he smiles proud. Maybe next time we can give meaning to a fuck, I think as he goes away, who knows. Seb, this site is perfect: perfect the navigation, great the information; the ad with the man crying that sex is magick, is magick. I am amazed. All praise Crowley if he’s inspired this. EricTheViking.

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