I'm a fluffer. But only after I've removed the restrictions of clothing.
After a workout it really feels great to get back to the locker room and peel off the clothes, especially if they've gotten soggy with sweat. And once the jockstrap comes off (yes, I'm one of the old-timers who still uses one) it's an unconscious act to fluff up those stuck-together pendulous parts which have been stuffed away in cramped corners. Fluffing doesn't get me hard at all, as that's not the purpose. But I do get a little bigger just swinging free -- and having had a little self-attention. They I head off to the showers/steam room to clean-up and relax. Sometimes there will be some more touching later as feels comfortable -- I don't let other people being around stop that. It's just part of who I am and where I am.View Thread
Sure, Polfsky, I would be glad to hear from you one-on-one off line. I may not answer as quickly that way as I might here on the boards but I do check the e-mail address listed under "Spotlight: Members Stories" regularly and enjoy corresponding with guys I meet here.
Hope your new year is full and rich with good things.View Thread
Glad you liked what I had to say. And i would have enjoyed having sons -- life doesn't give you everything you might like to have as you so well said yourself!
Maybe my need to pass some of this stuff along is why I'm a frequent posted here, that I'm hoping that my experiences may prove useful to others. There's more than one way to accomplish some of life's goals.View Thread
My Dad and I were familiar with seeing each other nude on many occasions during the 60 years we were both on this planet together -- he is now gone. We only had one bathroom and we seldom took clothing with us into it when it was wash-up time. We did have a good idea of what each other looked like. And it could be useful for it provided opportunities for asking questions and exchanging ideas -- "teaching moments", I believe they're called now.
I remember being a little tyke about five years old and my Dad coming into my room early one morning to get my bare but out of bed and start getting me ready for school. Sleepily I asked him why my litle penis was hard and stuck out in front of me like a little poker when I first woke up -- shortly it would soften and look and feel normal. He told me that my penis was just practicing for something which I would need when I got older but that it needed to start practicing now. With all the different stuff a little guy goes through growing up, that was a good answer: what was happening was OK and I didn't need to worry about it.
I think you're missing something special if you don't spend casual nude time with your sons for it can be a wonderful time of closeness and sharing.
And sometimes I'd see my Dad's erections in the morning as he headed for the bathroom. And then I'd see him soft whe he got out of the bathtub and started to dry himself off. Seeing him undressed gave me a good idea what to expect for my own body as I got older. Then when I started getting close to adolescence my morning hard penis started to get almost as big as his when hard. He then told me that at that point the practice that my penis had been doing by getting hard in the morning by itself needed some help from me -- that I would need to find someplace to be by myself and help it practice by stroking it so that my body would learn to produce the different fluids needed for me to pass on life when the time came. If the fluids didn't come right away, someday they would. And that while the rubbing would feel good I shouldn't be in a huge rush to get it over with, I should take my time. That was great advice for as an adult I never had problems with premature ejaculation. And I learned that masturbation was a simple but needful part of life - something which I probably practiced a couple times a day all through my teen years without any guilt or feeling strange about myself.
Then there were the times on family vacations at a cabin at the lake when Dad and I would steal away from the rest of the family just before sunrise for a nude swim together at the lake. We would try to beat each other out to the float and back to the shore but we were always close, often without a clear winner. My Dad said he didn't want me to beat him, but he also didn't want to think he'd raised a son who couldn't! Those times were wonderful -- the world was just waking up for a new day and everything was clear, fresh and as it had been for ages. Unencumbered by the passing swimsuit fashion of the day my Dad and I were timeless humans, nude together as he and his brother had been with my grandfather years earlier, and so it had probably been going back in an unbroken chain for ages, all the way to the hunters of old who of course had no clothes. Then as an adult I had become taller and broader in the shoulder than my Dad -- and we were both pleased and proud that my penis was bigger than his, both soft and hard. One generation should improve over the one before it, he would tell me with a grin.View Thread
Apparently nudity has been an important concept for me for a long, long time. Recently I was thinking about a recurring fantasy I used to have when I was a little boy, about seven or eight years of age. I remember after having been put to bed lying there and frequently having these thoughts . . .
I had been removed from my family and sent to a sort of boarding school and this was a great honor. For at this school I was to join other boys beginning a course of bodybuilding which would turn us all into pieces of muscular magnificence. And once physically able to do so we would be required to impregnate at least one different woman each day. Upon arrival at the school we had to take off all of our clothing and turn it in for we would then be required to be nude 24 hours a day for the rest of our lives!
In our classrooms we would be nude and our instructors would be nude. And in addition to book learning we would have grueling sessions of muscle-building exercise, also done nude. And we would practice with our little penises, getting them hard and enjoy the feeling of rubbing them although nothing yet would come out when the good feeling came. We were told that eventually our bodies would all get so huge that when the time for impregnation efforts came we would have to be lowered down on our wife-of-the-day on leather straps operated by pulleys. We would have become so heavy that we would crush the woman if it weren't for these harnesses.
And I almost remember that on occasion bands of us would be sent out to perform some superhero routines, during which our nudity would not be an issue: it would be expected since we were Stud Cadets. I look back at these fanatasies from years ago and find them rather laughable. While being nude for the rest of my life does sound enjoyable, and while I do enjoy sex and weightlifting I can't imagine spending the whole day doing that at the expense of anything else. But what I do wonder is this: where did these ideas come from? I had no brothers and other boys I played with never talked about such things. There were no books or movies or other stories from which these images were drawn.
My understanding of males impregnating females was pretty accurate at that time but I don't understand how I came to know how intercourse worked. And somehow I had the concepts of masculinity, muscularity and nudity all tied up together with the superhero element thrown in, too -- where ever did all of that come from back in the early 1950s? Could it be that much of this stuff is hard-wired in my mind or being? I'd like to know what some of you think of all of this and how I could have had such fantasies long before I had my first ejaculation, by which time these fantasies although remembered had subsided. View Thread
Yeah, I do appreciate waking up hard every day and try not to take it for granted. I do have experience with ED and use Androgel (prescription male hormone) regularly. And I make sure I don't become overweight, stay active and watch all the other health points. But it could be that I just have 'horny bastard' genes, I don't know.
You might check with your doctor and ask about male hormone testing/replacement the next time you happen to go in. If it could get you back to starting your day with hard-ons it would be worth asking.View Thread
I've been feeling really great all day today, good mood, lots of energy. And I have been thinking that my good emotional and physical feeling is a result of having had a good outdoors work-out before breakfast, something that I haven't seemed to fit in the last couple of weeks and I'm so glad I'm doing that again. But hold it! I had a warm and cheeful recollection that something else happened this morning. I came out of sleep fully a half hour before I answered my muscles need to go outside, stretch, lift and play. As I woke up I had rolled over and as a nude sleeper it wasn't hard to miss the feeling of my erection pushing against the bedclothes. Naturally I reached down, grabbed it and started to feel how wonderfully large and hard it was. I then reached down to gently massage my scrotum. I felt my balls and noticed that they were hanging loose, indicating that I was a long way from shooting any semen. So I was able to spend a half hour gently stroking, massaging and truly appreciating a magnificent erection. I had no need to shoot today and didn't, just spent the time bonding with my buddy. And I know I've had times like those described by others on these boards -- just being too busy and caught up with life to have time left to masturbate. Hey, guys, we gotta take care of ourselves because who else is gonna do it? So I came up with the idea of setting the alarm back now and then so I can wake up early, lie back and enjoy being a man who is hard for a while before I have to start the day. And when I do I'll be thinking of the greater brotherhood who may be doing the exact same thing at that very moment . . . now there's a pleasant thought! View Thread