I think the only incentive to stop for a while is that at least for me, the less I do it the more erotic dreams I seem to have, which is nice I guess, and yes, the ‘droughtbreaker’ can be REALLY good.
I can’t help but remember an episode of ‘Family Guy’ where Mayor Adam West is dating his right hand (in the movies making out with his hand :eek: ) and then later getting married to it. When the priest says, “and if there is anyone who objects to this union…” Adam’s left hand starts to go up, but he pulls it down, shouting, “Back off, you had your chance!”
Back in my younger days I didn’t quite stop but I did get worried if too much was somehow bad for me.
In those days I didn’t have Google to check (1995-ish dialup with limited Internet functions) and didn’t quite feel like asking my parents
I might have ended up stopping for a few days.
The longest recent “drought” was when I spent a week in the Dominican Republic with my GF…but only because I got so much sex that week I didn’t have any energy left to touch myself
At about 15, I decided to abstain in order to force my body to produce a wet dream. I’d never had one and it sounded lovely. I figured, how long could it take?
Well, 17 years later, I’ve still never had a wet dream. And that was the longest and most brutal week and a half of my life.
My friends and I had a little contest to see who could hold out the longest. I think I remember winning that one at 7 days. One of my friends gave in on day 2.
I miss our little contests. Even better was the one where we’d see who could masturbate in the strangest place. I won that one too.
I can honestly say that when I was with my ex, I only did it twice, and when she found out she decided that she’d better take care of that sort of thing.
These days, if I don’t miss a day in a week or two, I’ll hold off for a few days to a week. The waiting certainly makes the…something…grow fonder. It’s well worth abstaining for a few days, but at that point the word panties or even the weather girl might cause the end of the drought.
It’s been established that the only men who don’t masturbate are the ones who don’t have arms.
So I’m starting a charity. Handjobs for the Handless. For only a dollar a day, you can help those unfortunate souls find release in the hands of our aid workers. But Handjobs for the Handless is about more than that, we also have an education program where we educate these poor men on hands-free masturbation techniques, such as couch-fucking.
Handjobs for the Handless doesn’t forget the women who are missing the limbs necessary for self-gratification. We’re working to open houses in every major city where these ladies can sit on a Sybian. We’re also looking to acquire 1,000 coin-operated carousel horses and retrofit them for female sexual gratification.
Please give generously, to help those who cannot help themselves.
It was my New Year’s Resolution when I was in seventh grade. I made it until about the third, when I went back to school and the girl I had a huge crush on, as well as her best friend who was always the subject of my three-way fantasies, both showed up in tiny little skirts.
Funny part is, I was a hilariously incompetent masturbator. I just sort of stroked softly till I fell asleep… I didn’t ejaculate at all. I just figured that the pre-come was the ejaculation (I’ve always been a pretty big producer), and the stroking felt just fine to me. This lasted until some time the next summer, when I was most unpleasantly surprised one evening.
I usually try to abstain while at my parents house. Last summer I spent 3 months their due to lease issues (try to find a 3 month lease). Needless to say I didn’t make it the whole three months. About 3 days into my stay while in the shower, I saw a towel on the floor that I could have sworn was a breast. That was the end of that.
Other than that, I have made no such vow. Why would I, I enjoy it and very rarely is someone hurt.
There are two types of men in this world: Those who masterbate and liars.
At age 13, I discovered the joy of masturbation. Nary (yes, nary) a day goes by where I don’t get off a time or two (or three!). I believe my all-time record was 7 or 8 times in one day, at which point my skin was raw, and the well ran dry, so to speak.
There have been a few trying times, however. I’ve been on a few trips where I’ve had to wait nearly a week , mostly because a) I had to share a hotel room or b) I spent the entire day in a canoe, and slept no more than 6 inches from another guy in the tent.
