I love my frenulum remnant and wonder what massage would be like for uncut guys. I find 69 awkward but I love it when my husband tongues the frenulum -- 'just the tip' of the tongue -- could do that all day and night and have had intense orgasms from it. The slow buildup and release is incredible and it's fun to watch the cum spurt out. When I bate I rub precum into the frenulum remnant, pre is the best lube for that. Now if you'll excuse me ...

It was designed in the 1800s as a way to prevent masturbation among the males of our flawed species. I personally disproved that argument as has every boy or man since. It wasn't seen as a medical necessity until later (penile cancer, etc.); some In American medicine made arguments against it but then came AIDS. From what I've read circumcision was popularized in Commonwealth countries after some members of the Royal family were circumcised and God knows we all must follow the wise Royals.

This deserves status as an Olympic event!

If he's half as excited as I am, you're in for a good time!

Yes but Not recently and I don't recall the circumstances. I often play pocket pool because I find most phone conversations horribly boring. There used to be a guy on the tubes or hubs or hamsters who filmed himself naked in motel rooms with open blinds and doors. Sometimes he received phone calls and carried on with his bating. In a couple he spoke with a woman in the home office who wasn't surprised by his breathing or by the ending. Fun!

What? I've been refreshing the page all weekend hoping you'd sneak away and send us a hot update. Now I have to wait unti Friday?

I hope you caught that cumshot in video!

I can't think of any negative side effects and recoil at the use of the term addiction by the moralists. Although I subscribe to the theory masturbation will decrease the likelihood of prostate cancer, I can't find agreement among the experts at Google Univeristy School of Medicine. I have an enlarged prostate which so far, thank Onan, hasn't interfered with urination or caused ED. My family doctor is gay and has an unhealthy obsession with DREs (digital rectal examinations). This year my PSA spiked which sent the doctor into a tailspin such that I started putting my end of life affairs in order. Thanks to fear of biopsies I waited several months before retesting and making an appointment with the urologist. The PSA numbers returned to 1.0, which is in the low end. I asked the urologist what happened to the spike. He said he throws out the high numbers as noise and focuses on the low numbers. He also said it takes months for the numbers to return to a reliable reading after having spiked. So, get tested often but don't panic when there's a sudden spike. Among the things that can spike your PSA numbers are ejaculation and DRE -- keep on stroking!

As an alternative to docking, I'd like to try sharing a masturbation sleeve with another guy. .

It's hard to tell without looking at it. Most circumcisions remove the frenulum along with the foreskin. Even with complete removal there is some extra sensitivity where the frenulum was. In my case the doctor left a small nub of frenulum near the circumcision scar. It's very sensitive. When I was young I could cum just by rubbing it. After many decades of abuse, considerable friction, which you can get only from stroking, is now required.

I was naive and sheltered. No older brother or buddies to show me how. No birds and bees fluttering around with preposterous theories on the origin of babies. No humping the pillow, no dry orgasms. When I was eleven we moved from southern CA to the NYC area. At 12 I joined an after school sports club for guys of mixed ages. After one game there was a team sleepover. About twenty guys in sleeping bags on the basement floor. After lights-out one of the older guys got out a flashlight and illuminated his huge boner. I was enthralled. The flashlight was passed around the room but most guys passed on it. I used my turn to pose a stupid question.

'Mine gets big and hard like that every morning, how do you get rid of it?'

The guy with the huge boner took the flashlight and demonstrated. He said 'Stroke it like this, and keep stroking, soon it will get small again.'

Needless to say everyone laughed. Instead of feeling humiliated I took the advice to heart. Every morning I practiced stroking until finally after a week or so I got results. A full orgasm. As they say, I never looked back.

Thanks, blog333boi, I can't tell,you how many times I've wanted to relive that night.

Here's a compilation with some frenulum action and heavy breathing (can we all just agree that compilations with music is a bad idea? lol)

Exploit the sensitive spot

Something I posted on another site:

Growing up I was naive, repressed, and ignorant about my body. Consequently, my early masturbatory life was not very imaginative. Jerking off was perfunctory, a body function, the elimination of yet another body fluid. There was only one method: stroke up and down vigorously until you cum. The good feeling was short-lived and followed by guilt and shame. I cleaned myself up and hid the evidence as best I could. I carried on like this until my sophomore year in college, 1970.

After my freshman roommate moved into the fraternity house, a good friend moved in with me. Pete and l shared a suite of rooms with six other guys. The one bathroom had a shower, toilet, urinal, sink, and no privacy. Pete was very shy about his body. In the three years we roomed together I never saw him naked, I'm not sure when he showered. The first time I walked undressed from the room and to the shower he chided me for exposing myself. From then on I was shy about my body as well.

I confess I had a crush on Pete. He was cute and smart, always available, never dated the whole time we were in college. There was never any sex talk, no internet, and neither of us read girlie magazines. With one exception, neither of us masturbated in the room as far as I could tell. Once or twice a month I'd jerk off in a remote mens room in a classroom building, I'm not sure what Pete did for relief. The one exception came the first year we roomed together. One of our suite-mates had bought an issue of the new girlie magazine, Penthouse. I wasn't interested in the photos but the sex stories in the letters column really got me hot. With those stories rolling around in my head, I was desperate to jerk off but it was too late to go to the classroom building. I had to wait until I was sure Pete was asleep before I could take care of business. Much worse, I wouldn't be able to use the standard stroking method -- it would have shaken my noisy bed and woken up Pete who above me in the upper bunk.

When I was sure he was asleep, I pulled off my briefs and quietly played with my hard cock trying not to move my arm or shake the bed. Concentrating on the known pleasure zones, I rubbed the glans and tickled my balls. This felt good but it clearly wasn't going to take me to the desired destination. Then I ran my finger tips from the balls up the back of my shaft. Just as my fingertips approached the glans I hit the nub of skin the doctor had left from my circumcision (it was 40-some years later that I learned this part of my anatomy had a name.) Suddenly I shivered with the familiar sensation I got while stroking my cock. I continued by focusing on that nub of skin, tapping and rubbing it softly. When the precum flowed I transferred some to the nub which magnified the sensations. Ecstasy! After a fantastic half hour that I didn't want to end, my body shook, my legs stiffened and out spurted a nice load of cum. For once there was no shame, I just lay there with a pool of cum on my belly and savored the moment. Still hard and excited I was not ready to sleep. When my breathing finally returned to normal I drifted in and out of a light sleep.

I woke up when the upper bunk started to shake, rattle and rock. All that time Pete had been faking sleep and listening as I rubbed my frenulum! He had heard me cumming and it must have turned him on. I could tell from the bed noises and his breathing that he was rapidly stroking his cock. Within a minute or two he came with a series of quiet grunts, rolled over and started to snore.

The next day we went about our business as if nothing had happened. I never again heard him jerk off but I had learned something new that night and added the frenulum to my furtive mens room sessions. Many nights in bed I played with my frenulum without actually cumming, all the while wondering if Pete could hear. I wondered, too, if he was pretending to sleep and waiting for me to start snoring so he could himself off.

I confess to a frenulum fetish. The response was a lot stronger and quicker when I was young, it seems all my partner would have to do is hold my cock in his mouth and breathe over it. Electric toothbrush never did much for me but the back side of a hair clipper once instantly put me over the edge.

I visit other sites too but keep coming here to talk with and look at everyday normal guys with similar desires and issues. As much sex as there is in our society, it is still repressed as ever. As much as I talk about what I do and would like to do, I am still suffering from sexual repression. At 67 I want to do my part