Reducing the odds for prostate cancer

Reducing the odds for  prostate cancer

There has been a lot of discussion in the news this year about prostate cancer.  Some people say: “Just ignore it, you will probably die with it, but not from it.” while others say, “Jump all over it now and go for the full treatment.” 

I have also heard that some people have died from complications that arose after the surgery.  Blood clots, and infection are among the culprits, not to say anything about the loss of your sexual powers that seems to come from doing anything to the prostate. 

Now I am not a doctor, and therefor would seem to be completely unqualified to talk about prostate cancer.  Furthermore, to the best of my knowledge, I do not have prostate cancer, or indications that something is happening that way.  At the time of writing this, I am 65 years of age. 

Let’s lay all that aside for a minute.  What I would like to point out to you is that I have observed a number of things that have given me some insight to this unpleasant condition. 

Scientists can learn a lot from observation, and so can you. If you get the opportunity to talk to anyone who has got prostate cancer, just ask them one simple question.  It is a bit personal, but if you do not get smacked, then maybe you will get an insightful answer. 

Just ask them if they ever masturbated, and did they do so regularly. 

In my social circle, I have a group of friends who have suffered from prostate cancer and I asked them the question.  In all cases, those who developed the disease did not ever masturbate.  They said it was taboo in their culture.  One fellow was a devout Catholic, another was a Jamaican Christian, (one of the healthiest men I ever knew).  Both of these fellows are into chemotherapy,and it is not going well for them.  Another was a very handsome guy who got laid a lot.  (He was tall and strong, and wanted to make sure that he was always ready in case an opportunity arose). As he got older, married and with responsibilities, he had less opportunity for sex, and because he was not in the habit of masturbating, he also suffered from a condition called prostatitis.  This is a very painful condition that results in sore testicles.  Guess what the cause is?  Guess what the cure is? 

The cause is blocked up sperm ducts, or something like that, and the cure is masturbation.  That is what the doctor told him to do! 

You have to keep those ducts open.  If you can’t do it with your partner, then do it by yourself!  Probably once a week is a good minimum.

Those of you who have ever had dogs would probably note that young puppies spend a lot of time being frisky. They rub themselves into things to ejaculate.  You see, Mother Nature knows what you have to do! And she is not a doctor!  That is why we give dogs orchidectomies, so that they no longer have to masturbate and mess up the house.  Of course it helps keep the dog population under control too!

We should probably start teaching our young males about the importance of masturbation as a healthy way of keeping the sex glands fully functioning, and avoiding prostate cancer.  I think it is an area that is ignored by many parents and educators.   But who would want to wish prostate cancer on anyone?  Something to think about. 

Masturbation is Mother Nature's way of keeping your penis in good working order so that it will be ready when you need it!  I suggest a daily dose if you can do it.  (I have been doing in since I was thirteen.)  If not, wait no longer than three days.  

Someone should probably write some comments about female masturbation.  They need to do this too!  

All of this is explained in my book, The Pecker Helper Handbook, essential reading for any guy who wants to make sure he is going to have a great sex life for all of his life, not just until he is forty.  The book is available at Kobo, Nook, Barnes and Noble and other e retailers.

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Bobi D Miles

Author:  The Pecker Helper Handbook

@BobiD6

Mrs. Grey - a bedtime story, sort of..........

Mrs.Grey 

When I was a boy, I had to earn extra spending money because my

parents did not have all the money in the world to spend on me and

my brothers and sisters.  In order to help pay my way I decided to

get a paper route.  This proved to be good for me because it gave

me the opportunity to earn some money, and also the opportunity to

meet other people.  I was able to exercise my skills in discourse

on the subjects of politics, the news, school, and whatever else

came up.  Often these conversations were initiated by the

customers who either had time to talk, or humor me with a

"conversation" which I at least appreciated.  Eventually, with

time, my verbal skills improved, and there were always a few people

who wanted longer conversations.  These conversations gave me the

opportunity to get to know other people and learn a few things. 

I was always a late developer so far as physical things went. 

While other kids in my school were sprouting beards, and developing

masculine physiques a la Charles Atlas, I was still smooth skinned

and slender.  Couldn't gain weight no matter how much I ate.  I

noticed however than I was not the only child in that situation as

some of the girls in my class were also developing at a slower pace

than the rest.  Not only was my physical development slower, but so

was my social development.  There were things that I neither

thought about, nor noticed.  Consequently, although I thought I

should be asking out some of the girls I met, I didn't know how,

nor why I should be doing it!

On the other hand, I was aware of the changes that were taking

place in my body including some adjustment to the sac between my

legs which seemed to be getting bigger and hanging lower, but not

the development of any pubic hair, oh and that other problem -

erections!  Anywhere, anytime.  Had to be careful not to look at

the Eaton's catalogue, or advertisements for women's swim suits, or

undies because sure enough, one would spring up, and they were hard

to get rid of!  Eventually, they would go away, but one time I

remember stroking myself, and something incredible happened.  A

blast of something came shooting out the end, and to this day I

never figured out where it went. The ceiling?  The wall? Through

the roof?  It could have because there was enough force!   And

there was only one blast, with no dribble.  What an experience.  I

don't even know if my parents ever found it because nothing was

said.  But then, they wouldn't have said anything anyway.  That was

not a subject that they wanted to discuss it seems.  Anyway, the

point of this is to set the scene for something that happened to me

while I  was out collecting money for the paper route. I usually

went out on Thursday evenings and tried to collect most of the

money.  Anything that I did not collect then would be got on Friday

night. Final collection would have to be Saturday morning

and then I would be free for the rest of the day until it was time 

o deliver the papers again.

That particular Saturday was warm, and humid.  The weatherman was

calling for thunder storms during the day, but at 10.00 am when I

went out, the sky was clear.  I wore a clean pressed white T shirt

and a pair of olive coloured shorts, and some white socks and

loafers.  I walked the 15 minutes to Mrs. Grey's house and rang her

bell.  She answered the door and said she would be right back, just

going to get the money.

Mrs. Grey liked me.  And I liked her.  She was not old, but not

young, probably somewhere between thirty and forty. It was hard to

tell.  She may have been a Canadian, but her husband was Scottish. 

He was a jolly fellow and strong, and I believe he worked in

construction or manufacturing.  She on the other hand had a job in

my school as a secretary.  She had access to files of all

students.  At the beginning of the school year, we were required to

fill out a form that asked a series of questions, including

religious persuasion.  I had filled out Sudanese sun worshipper in

jest, and she had actually asked me what a Sudanese sun worshipper

was, during the course of one of our many conversations.  I had

also noticed the way she looked at me, kind of like someone who may

have had a crush on someone.  I know she always enjoyed our

conversations, because I was the one who had to break them up. 

This particular morning wasn't likely to be any different, and I

didn't have anything planned so I expected a talk.  When she

returned, she was ready with the money, and just as I reached out

to accept it a loud clap of thunder signalled that a storm was

approaching.  Indeed, it was here!  The rain started coming down,

heavy, and then heavier. The sky darkened.  and it looked like it

was going to rain for some time. I wouldn't be going anwhere soon. 

Worse, the air turned cooler and wind blew the rain onto her

veranda, and there I was in my shorts and T shirt, starting to get

wet.  She immediately invited me in and said I could wait out the

storm in her place.  Besides her husband was at work and wouldn't

be home till later. 

Then she asked me if I would like something to drink.  I said

sure.  Next thing I knew, I had a coke in my hand and was being

directed to sit in her living room on the sofa, a love-seat.  Mrs.

Grey seated herself next to me which I thought a bit close, but

then she got up and did two things I thought a bit strange.  She

closed the venetian blinds at the front of the house, and made sure

the front door was bolted.  She then came back and seated herself

opposite me, in a single seater tub chair.

I should tell you that she was wearing a pair of shorts, not hot

pants but very brief, with a little bit of show through where her

legs emerged from the short.   Her legs were meaty, with a

pronounced image of blue veins, but not a varicose vein, and pure

white.  She did not sun tan.  She wore a loose fitting blouse,

sleeveless and open cut at the neck.  Comfortable for a hot day and

providing enough coverage while standing up.  We talked, as

expected and outside, the storm continued.  It rained heavily for a

while, then somewhat lighter, then there would be thunder and

lightning, and it got darker as the storm progressed.  As we

continued our conversation, I managed to finish my coke, and being

a good hostess, she offered to get me another.  As she got up off

the chair, she uncrossed her legs, and that was when I got a

glimpse of the white of her panties in the opening between the

short, and her thigh.  Whoops, I started to feet warm.  She came

over to where I was sitting and bent over to retrieve the empty

glass from the coffee table where I had left it.  As she did so,

the opening of the blouse revealed to me the exposed area of her

breasts which were not covered by her bra. It wasn't a lot, but it

was enough for me.  I went from being warm to being hot.  When she

walked away, my eyes focused on the shape of her ass and that part

of her bum which was showing beneath the cloth of her shorts.  It

wiggled pleasantly before my eyes.  I was now feeling very

uncomfortable.  When she returned with a fresh coke, she again bent

forward revealing her covered breasts to me, and that started  me

over the edge.  My erection began in earnest, growing without the

least bit of concern for dignity or propriety.  It showed itself to

the left of my zipper, inside my shorts but proudly standing

straight and hard leaving no doubt as to its presence to all

viewers, both myself and her. She just sat down in her chair,

parting her legs slightly which of course afforded an additional

view of the white panty covering her crotch but not fully hiding

the curly patch which was flowing over the edge of her panty line,

and now I was in trouble. 

All I could say was, " Look, I'm sorry."  Her reply was, "It's

ok.  Don't apologise."  At this point she got up from the chair and

went to the front window, peering through the end of the already

closed blinds, and closed the only open window.  She then went to

the back of the house and drew the curtains, and returned to where

I was sitting, stopping right in front of me and getting down on

her knees.  She pushed back the coffee table as it to make more

room. She looked at me, and placed her hand on my bare thigh and

said, "No need to be embarrassed, I'll consider this to be a

compliment.  May I see it?" 

She had asked permission but didn't wait for my reply!  She just

undid my zipper and button, and pulled down both my shorts and my

underwear in one easy motion.  I was dumbfounded.  Next she put her

hand on my straining protuberance and in no time placed it in her

mouth.  She started sucking on it and moving her lips up and down

the head of my penis.  I was feeling quite delirious at this moment

and completely lost control of all sense of everything.  Everything

focused on my penis which was being sucked with such enthusiasm by

Mrs. Grey that it felt like it was the centre of the universe.  In

no time, I was coming, exploding into her mouth just like that

first time I exploded in the bathroom.

I had  hardly noticed the build up to this moment, but I did

notice that Mrs. Grey did not stop sucking, in fact she continued

without missing a beat.  She must have swallowed all of my

ejaculate, and continued on trying to get more. No more to to come,

but this action did have the result of keeping me very hard, erect,

stiff, whatever you want to call it, which may have been her

intention.  Without missing a beat, she took her mouth off my cock,

replaced it with her hand  and then removed both her shorts, and her

panties, with the other hand.  She directed me to change my

position on the sofa so that I was lying flat out on its length,

and then she climbed on top of me, putting her legs on either side

of me at my waist all the while holding my erection pointing

straight up.  I could smell a strange fragrance in the air which

became more noticeable where she parted her legs to straddle me. 

She then took my penis, and aimed it at her thigh, rubbing it into

the bushy part.  I am forever glad that she knew what to do,

because I wouldn't have been able to help her. Maybe I would have

figured it out soon enough, because I was pretty aroused and had a

sense of what was about to happen, but it would have been instinct

rather than knowledge that would have driven my efforts. 

Outside, the storm was raging, driving rain against the windows at

the front of the house, that sound punctuated by the occasional

clap of thunder.  Inside, my penis was now surrounded by the

gripping walls of Mrs. Grey's vagina, and what a pleasurable

feeling it was.  Warm, smooth, wet, squeezing, all at the same

time.  She started to slide up and down my rigid pole sometimes

almost letting it slip out but not quite.  The moment where the

bottom part of the head was exposed to the air and then recaptured

by her furry lips was exquisite, giving a pleasure that only a male

can appreciate.  I got the idea to start to thrust up as she slid

down.  The pressure where our thighs met was wonderful.  How can

one describe the pleasure of thrusting ones hips forward to meet a

perfectly matched thigh thrusting in the opposite direction.  I

liked the feeling  and so continued to thrust up while she slid

down, and when she lifted up, I withdrew.  We established a good

rhythm, and soon the sound of the pounding rain on the roof was

replaced with the pounding of our hearts as we converged and

withdrew. Once, we separated, and she wasted no time in grabbing me

and directing me back in.  My cock, was shiny with our juices and

very slippery.  The second time we separated, she grabbed me again,

directed me back in , and then changed positions so that there was

no way I could slip out.   She now pressed down on me and began a

furious  pounding on my groin which almost hurt except for the

overall joy I was experiencing, and soon she was making some very

heavy breathing noises.  I knew something was happening.  She let

out a loud moan, followed by more.  I could feel my rod being

squeezed, and that had the effect on me.  I started to cum letting

out several grunts and groans.

  She came to a rest on me, catching her breath, and I noticed

that I could no longer feel the erection within her, because it was

subsiding.  Then she raised herself off me and before I had a

chance to look at the mixture of liquid that was all over my groin,

and penis, she pulled up my under pants and my shorts.  She put on

her own panties and wiped the inside of her thigh with her hand,

then wiped that on the outside of her shorts.

 She knelt beside me and said." Now I'm the one who should be

embarrassed. I guess I lost control of myself. I hope that you

won't tell anybody!"  I swore that I would not tell a soul.  If I

had told anyone what had happened, no-one would have believed me

anyway, not my friends, and I certainly wasn't going to tell my

parents!  I got up off the sofa, and grabbed my collection book. 

The storm appeared to have moved on, and it was ok for me to

leave.  I actually thanked Mrs. Grey for everything, including the

2 cokes!  I said it was great.  And it was. It was fantastic. Wow! 

She suggested that perhaps we could do it again sometime  and I

said that would be OK. 

I walked home, and my mother asked me if I got caught in the

storm.  I told her that I had waited it out on a customer's porch. 

I went up stairs, still flabbergasted by what had happened.  I

realized that I needed to pee, so I went into the bathroom, locked

the door, and pulled down my zipper.  I pulled out my penis and I

was surprised that it was not wet as it had once been.  As I

fondled it, getting ready to urinate, I noticed a strange odor

arising from my crotch, clearly a musty fragrance which I

attributed to Mrs.Grey.  I also noticed a powdery film of white

dust which seemed to disintegrate as I moved my hand around the

head.  More evidence of our intimacy.  I directed my stream into

the toilet bowl, and contemplated my new found knowledge.  I hoped

I could put it to good use.

The end.

Hope you enjoyed this story.  If you would like to read more, you can download my ebook, The Pecker Helper Handbook, essential reading for any guy who wants to make sure he is going to have a great sex life for all of his life, not just until he is forty.  The book is available at Kobo, Nook, Barnes and Noble and other e retailers.


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Multiple sex partners? Best Practices:

Not all of us have the same sexual drive.  This can be a problem, especially if your partner eventually seems to have a different requirement from you.  This article is written from the perspective that you want more, and they want less. What do you do?

Depending on what you want out of the relationship, you may have gone into the relationship knowing that your partner has a lower libido than you do.  In that case, you may already have a number of sexual partners whom you want to keep around for emergencies.  Let's say for arguments sake that there is nothing wrong with that arrangement.  Even if you are in a swinging relationship, perhaps the following suggestions would be useful. 

What are the best practices going forward?

It would be wise to keep this from your partner.  You do not want any jealousies to flare up which could ruin your primary relationship.  

It might make sense to keep your other partners outside of the social circles of you and your partner.  That way they may never cross and hopefully, other people in your social circles will not clue into it.  You hear the stories of people who end up romancing their partners best friend, or someone close to them.  Honestly, the pleasure gained is not worth the heartbreak that will come.  The worst part is that if you and your original partner break up, and you partner up with the friend, then you will never have the complete trust of the new partner because your modus operandi has already been outlined, and now trust will be a huge issue.  

Perhaps practising safe sex would be a good idea, just to ensure that you don't start infecting your partner and creating some awkward moments in that primary relationship. It could be horrible too if the main partner gets pregnant after a secondary partner gets pregnant.  Everything will spiral downward from there.  It would not be worth the pain, and now there will be extra people involved.   

Depending on the relationship with the secondary providers, perhaps you should make sure that they know their status in the relationship. If you are leading them on with professions of true love, someone is going to be awfully hurt if they find out that they are not number one when they thought they were.   And, it might not be the someone you think it will be. And it could be a bunch of someones!  

Anyway, these are a few thoughts on this interesting subject. Your comments are welcome. 

This and other stuff like it is explained in my book, The Pecker Helper Handbook, essential reading for any guy who wants to make sure he is going to have a great sex life for all of his life, not just until he is forty.  The book is available at Kobo, Nook, Barnes and Noble and other e retailers.

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The Language of Love

The Language of Love

Sometimes, it is confusing to figure out the signals a woman is sending you.  You are wondering whether she is interested in starting a sexual relationship with you, but you don't want to risk embarrassing yourself or her. So you both miss out and she goes elsewhere looking for a guy with better communication skills.  

You can of course just opt for the direct approach.  "You wanna go to bed?" You could get slapped and ruin the friendship, or you could get lucky.  Me, I would rather try the more subtle approach.  By that I mean that I want the lady to make some moves to show that she is receptive to enjoying some intimate behavior with me. 

Most likely she is not going to grab my crotch, or throw me down on the floor and jump on me, or even take off her clothes for me. Most would be too sober in the first place, and also, I find, they prefer to be somewhat modest and not disclose to the world that they want to engage like a wanton whore. 

So what are the signs that I look for?

Listen carefully to what they say.  

If a woman says:  "You are a handsome man.", then that means she is definitely interested and wants you to engage further with her.   A good response is:  "You are a very attractive woman and I am very interested in you."  At that point you should be able to both go someplace private and begin some intimate activities. 

Another phrase to listen for is: "I am really enjoying this friendship."  A good lead on question on your part would be:  "Me too, I wonder what we could do to make it more enjoyable?"  She should come up with a suggestion pretty damn quickly.  And the best part is, it was her idea.  

Or how about this:  "I really like what you have been doing for me; if there is anything you want, and I mean anything at all, it's yours."  What you might have figured out here is that women are not very direct.   They sure like to beat around the bush.  But that statement is about as direct as most women will get without being afraid of being a vamp.  You just have to recognize it and be ready to give them an indication that you are interested. "Well, there is one thing that you could do for me, something that only you could do, and I would be very interested in doing it with you." Then just ask her if you can go to bed with her. 

I have had the occasional woman plant a kiss on my lips. I thought that was a pretty good invitation to engage intimately with her.  That happens less often than the other above mentioned phrases. 

Once I was sitting drinking a beer with a friend after a badminton match and she did take her finger and touch the bare skin of my upper thigh.   I touched her back in the same place on her thigh, gently, as she had touched me.  Well, the rest is history.  

Lets face it. Without a little love in your life, things can be very unexciting.  Look for the signs and you can open doors that perhaps you thought were closed.  

All of this is explained in my book, The Pecker Helper Handbook, essential reading for any guy who wants to make sure he is going to have a great sex life for all of his life, not just until he is forty.  The book is available at Kobo, Nook, Barnes and Noble and other e retailers.


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