By Bruce P. Grether Perhaps I’m genetically programmed as a kind of monk, for I love to get up early, only, my religion is something like Phallic Worship! I tend to get “up” in more ways than one in the early morning. Often when I come downstairs into the hushed living room, instead of turning on the light, I switch on a little LED candle that flickers nicely and provides a very gentle glow. This morning I recline on the couch by that sweet flickering and push my house pants
by Bruce P. Grether The first time I photographed myself naked and masturbating, I took an old Polaroid camera outside on the back porch that overlooked the wooded hillside. I positioned the camera, then sat upon the porch swing to take the first photo. I began fully clothed, to get the camera angled correctly. Finally, I began to masturbate, to expose myself, and soon ended up shirt-cocked, meaning naked from the waist down. I was too shy about my body to take off my shirt!
by Blue Tyger I was 14 years old, and the house would be empty for several hours. For the past few years, I had been watching my penis grow and change. I had been attempting to figure out the secret technique that would unlock the mystery to this strange organ. No one had taught me how to masturbate, so I would sit alone in my bedroom for long periods of time, staring at my erection and trying to flex my penis in hopes that I could get it to feel good. But to no avail! One da
by Bruce P. Grether I’m masturbating in the predawn quiet downstairs in the house. The air outside the house is muggy and full of mosquitoes, however, indoors I’m comfortable, shirt-cocking and using coconut oil for lubrication. Caressing my erection, I walk about, I stand, I do slow knee-bends. My penis feels hard as a branch, yet it’s also the silkiest smoothest thing in existence; it’s thick and warm and intensely alive and it seems to fill the entire Universe! Part of me
by Bruce P. Grether I’ve been masturbating a lot the last few days—not necessarily more than usual, as there is no “usual” in my practice. My balls feel sensitive, full, and happy. To me, every stroke on my penis is extraordinary and truly magickal! This has been so ever since I began to masturbate mindfully in 1995, almost twenty years ago now… It’s a little after 5 AM, still dark and overcast outside. I’ve come to spend some time in highly conscious self-pleasure on the rav
by Bruce P. Grether My first memories of seeing the penises of men must have had a powerful lifelong affect on me. Our earliest experiences may have powerful formative influence upon who and what we become later in life. Certain kinds of brainwaves predominate during the first five or six years of life, which means an infant is basically dreaming for the first few years even if acutely aware, then the toddler experiences vividly and yet still feels very much entwined with exp
by Bruce P. Grether
A common cliché is that “men think with their penis” and this usually implies that it makes men do stupid or awful things. The reality behind this is that men feel with their penises, and are often ill-equipped to deal with feelings, due to conditioning about “masculinity” as well as personal history.
Yet in truth, as a human male, your penis is not at all the superficial, greedy and misleading organ that it is often labeled and assumed to actually be.