>>736050420
Because you grew up in a sheltering household
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)21:57:32 No.736053402
>>736053137
That's a very cute little man
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)21:59:02 No.736053534
>>736050315
Pic is not me sorry
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)21:59:58 No.736053617
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:15:22 No.736054795
>>736054476
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:16:02 No.736054855
>>736054795
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:17:50 No.736055005
Why wasnt I born a woman?
Im suffering under that fact nearly everyday since Im 16.
Its eating me from the inside
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:19:55 No.736055198
thats me
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:25:11 No.736055632
>>736055546
>>736055198
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:29:55 No.736055989
>>736055619
I have kik btw
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:32:25 No.736056197
>>736055989
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:32:40 No.736056213
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:37:43 No.736056616
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:38:58 No.736056726
>>736055945
I've always liked girly shit. I used to dress up in chick clothes sometimes when I was a kid. When I got older, I obsessed about my height and wore stuff in shoes to look a little taller, my lack of musculature, my low test face with small chick-like features, and general smallish looking build. I'm thinking about going on HRT but I'm scared of surgery of all kinds so I'd never cut my dick off, but first...
you need to take a chill pill.
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:40:45 No.736056880
>>736056726
age?
>>736056006
k...
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:46:32 No.736057291
>>736056880
Early 20s, but I get called 16-17 all the time. I try to be a "man", but this one time a cashier carded me for alcohol and said I had a young looking face and that I'd probably look good when I got older. Shit like that just makes me feel like a bitch. I never feel more submissive when a younger guy is taller, built and more naturally masculine
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:47:05 No.736057327
>>736056726
I'm totally chill, fam. I just like poking at the trolls with facts and logic.
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:50:04 No.736057514
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:51:07 No.736057589
Story time chaps, given the odd interests here I thought you fellows might enjoy my evening's escapade. No greentext sadly as I much prefer to write in prose.
I've finally achieved a hands free orgasm [as in, about an hour and a half ago].
Some pre-amble. A few years ago I was taking a rather hard shit, and as I squeezed and pushed I found myself dripping with pre-cum. Thus began a fascination of mine with the idea of either have multiple orgasms, or a hands free orgasm. One that has finally been concluded.
At first I thought this might simply be achieved through squeezing hard without any anal interaction, and whilst I found this could reliably generate precum, it was neither erotic nor satisfying. It definitely wasn't ejaculation.
So, bravely soldiering on I tried some finger play, only find discover that I seemingly didn't have a prostate. Later an anaeros, no results.I even decided to sleep with it in my anus to see if I'd wake to an orgasm in whatever odd position I ended up in.
This was a horrid idea as somehow it sealed into my anus, gluing with my homemade lube (of boiled corn starch); I had to use laxatives to get it out.
Discouraged but not deterred, I continued to do the odd bit of fingerplay, but never had anything satisfying, not even an erection.
As a man, never am I worse than when drunk and overly warm; when I'm with friends I become an aggressive fuck, when I'm with my girlfriend I either want sex or to book an impromptu holiday, and when I'm alone I get bad ideas and see them through.
This was one such evening, when, needing a shit, and with my girlfriend out of town leaving my libido unsated, I saw the smooth bulbous end of the toilet brush.
If I hadn't been able to find my prostate so far, it must just be further up!
And so, after finish my quick shit and squeezing as much precum as I could, I covered the toilet brush in hand moisturiser and sent it up my backside.
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:51:36 No.736057631
>>736057589
The bulb quickly went in, and the much of the shaft was pulled up by my anal muscles.
It was still only half way in, so I sat back down on the toilet, with the end of the brush happily in the water, grabbed the rim, and gave it a bit of welly, getting it well and good in. Suddenly, and to my great joy, and erection shot up, hard, girthful, and fairly long (albeit not quite as long as when directly stimulated).
Coincidentally, I found that whilst sitting on the loo, if I started scrubbing away at the toilet bowl I could really start to feel an eagerness to ejaculate. My dick dipped up and down with periodic erectile bursts, and a translucent precum dripped along its whole length (a fascinating substance, not quite like normal precum - also created when squeezing as described earlier, very slippery, but also adhesive, can be pulled into very long unbroken strings. Reminds me of those pictures of long drips of pussy juice).
This was becoming enjoyable, my glutes quivering with pleasure, but it wasn't taking me over the proverbial edge. Now that the toilet bowl as veritably scrubbed clean (I did think it was very amusing to clean the toilet during, a perverse satisfaction), I decided we had to move to the next step.
I stood up, my grand erection bounding up with me, slapping my stomach with its ferocity, and walked away from the toilet.
The toilet brush dripped water on the floor, luckily I had flushed before immersing it, so it was fairly clean toilet water. It was clearly in the sitting position that I managed to find the pleasure point, so, now free of the toilet seat, I started to squat.
With each rep the flailing toilet brushed spread more of its mainly clean water about the bathroom, a few drops even reached the ceiling. And, with each rep, my erection became harder and harder yet, I had dripped more in precum than I would usually ejaculate, yet - whilst this was very exciting - it still didn't have the edge that would make me cum.
Anonymous
06/16/17(Fri)22:52:15 No.736057670
>>736057631
So finally I decided to start thrusting, walking with the toilet brush in place to my bed, kneeling onto it, stacking a few cushions in place of a partner, and ferociously humping the air like an epileptic dog.
Bliss. Serene bliss. After several minutes of doing this I felt welling within my shaft a veritable motherlode; a plethora of milk-cloudy life bursting forward, its viscosity that of soured yoghurt, and its quantity beyond all known to man (so much so that it saturated the sheets, gradually spreading, with thin stream of less viscous fluid running down to the edge of the bed and ripping unto the wooden floor).
And so, dear anons, I have now enjoyed a hands free orgasm. The cleanup was a pleasant surprise, not faecal matter, no blood, my anus and insides felt perfectly fine (although, for a while, so numb that I'd feared my insides had fallen out).
Truly, a desire I have held for over half a decade satisfied. I feel an elation and a pride over the bounty of semen I produced. Above all else, and empowering masculinity, as the smell of ejaculate rose I knew for certain that this was my domain, and all within it were under the yoke of my seething virility. Even now, a good hour on, I remain elated, shrouded by a halo of delight.
As an addendum the moisturiser was a poor choice of lube, it now burns terribly.
Good experience, would recommend to everybody.
