A Circle of Cocks ‘Round the Fire

Experiential Lessons From a Bating Sexologist, Dr. Jallen Rix (hand2rod)

“The naked circle jerk around the fire under the starlit sky was especially awesome. [It was] really the fulfillment of a long-held masturbation fantasy for me.”

This compliment came from a Bator who attended the last Cock Summit in September 2017 and it’s got me thinking about my sexual relationship to fire. I, too, long to be around a fire, naked and stroking my cock, like early man. I get some of that in various forms throughout the year.

In just a few months, I’ll be attending my 21st Burning Man experience where plenty a cool night is spent watching large art projects being torched. Once the art has fallen and Fire Safety has given the “go ahead,” throngs of people move closer to the flames to warm themselves, cook meals on open coals, drum, dance, share stories, and create on-the-spot community. Many of these flaming beds of coal are larger than an Olympic-sized swimming pool. As long as the heat is radiant enough, my clothes are off and I absorb everything the flames will give me — like a battery. Getting as close as I can tolerate, my sweaty body dances, interacts and makes love with the heat, and I don’t care who watches. It has at times aroused me and I am proud that my body naturally responds with an erect phallus (BTW: I’m quite hard now with my hand around my dick as I write this). I would totally go the extra mile and loft my seed into the flames like a volcano, but Burning Man draws such a large crowd (the third largest city in Nevada for 10 days out of the year) that police can impose state law at any time, and I just don’t want them to be part of my evening. There have been a number of years that I have traversed from fire to fire, night after night, like an interstellar nomad, moving from one bright star to the next.

Another way “Mr. Happy” likes to get warmed ‘round a fire is at Radical Faerie Gatherings. I’ve attended at least one a year for much longer than I’ve gone to Burning Man and a nightly bonfire has been a mainstay of these events. Similar experiences occur to that of Burning Man — community, drumming, and dancing. However, since this is usually a tighter knit group — mostly gay, queer, trans, and nonconforming folk — the sense of community is more intimate… and sexier. Goddess bless the awesome drummers who offer their magical rhythms and sounds (I’m talkin’ ’bout you, Pussywillow!) to pitch us into a frenzy of dancing and touching and playing. In our primal trances of spirit made flesh, clothes are lost, sweat is flung, cocks flop (and a few tits), and all manner of creatures howl at the moon. Naked bodies pack tightly next to each other, moving in to get warmed by the fire, and then moving back to cool off once the heat gets too intense. Here, (without the police) beautiful people of all shapes and sizes can play freely, touching and pleasuring aspects of their arousals. Beams of glowing light that escape the fire and manage to shoot past the crowd will reveal naked young faeries playing with each other in the forest, making love, generously giving back the seed of life to Mother Nature who has given us everything. Sometimes I step back and take in the full view — the deep blue universe overhead, the black of the forest, the orange glow of the fire. It’s like some kind of sexed-up Maxfield Parrish painting, alive before my eyes.

It wasn’t until last year’s Cock Summit that jacking around a fire came into its prime for me. We didn’t have the skilled drummers. or monstrous art to burn, but we cast a circle by Calling in the Cock Directions, and we settled in a nice relaxing stroke off. We were like cowboys on the prairie, just hangin’ out around a fire, keeping warm… with our erect dicks out! We might watch each other building to climax, but mostly we stared contently into the flames, stroking our longhorns, without a care in the world. I dropped to my knees before the flames. There’s something that feels so unconditional, so accepting, so healing to let that orange glow glisten off the sweat that covers my naked body head to toe. I see a jewel of light at the head of my penis — a shining drop of pre-cum that heralds the coming of my orgasm. The noise I make while cumming alerts others and I receive their acceptance in the forms of encouragements, compliments, moans, groans, and howling along with the coyotes who aren’t that far away!

This is always what I’d want to do around a fire. Naked, cock out, I plug into all my ancestors who spent their lives literally around a fire. I want to connect with my brothers through the worship of the eternal phallus and the element of fire somehow adds magic to the experience. I want to generously accept all who dare reveal themselves before the flames. I want to bless them with the consensual exchange of tender and igniting caresses. I want to play and stimulate each other’s bodies and cocks. Not having layers between us, we absorb greater compassion and acceptance, like absorbing heat from the flames. We are Sexual Beings worthy of showing off our eros, worthy of being seen, and worthy of being engulfed by pleasure!

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There are still slots left for the SouthWest Cock Summit outside of San Diego. Join us over Memorial Day Weekend. The Early Bird pricing ends April 15th and there are volunteer discounts. Expand the fun of your Bateworld experience beyond the isolation of your devices. Spend the weekend with your dick out around the fire, out in nature, and with 40+ other bateworld brothers! There’s also another Cock Summit cumming in September in the great Northwest! All the information is here:

http://doctorrix.com/csummit/

13 replies
  1. GuyNYC
    GuyNYC says:

    I’ll be honest: the whole “cock worship” thing turns me off, just as (what feels to me like) adulteration of any group or mutual jerk with “piss play” or similar deep pig fetishes does. But I gotta say the poetry and imagery in how you describe the Cock Summit gets me hard, happy, and leaking pre-cum. My outdoor group and solo experiences — from my Boy Scout youth to a few nights at a men-only, clothing-optional campground 1,309 days ago (who’s counting?) — remain at the top of my bate fuel memories. I can’t afford a solo trip like that this year — financially or relationally — but if I could, a forest outside San Diego around a fire with like-minded and like-aroused guys would be my destination of choice. Make it awesome for all of us who can’t make it all!

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  2. Robert
    Robert says:

    Love to me naked and hard outside with a bunch of like-minded guys, jacking and touching all the cocks I can. Even now this 72 year old cock is getting hard. But, alas, I’m unable to attend.

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  3. D man
    D man says:

    Is it so bad that i just love to masturbate because i really do even as i speak im stroking my cock my freind sitting next to me rubbing her pussy beggin me to shoot my load in her red satin panties i. Think i will what a turn on anybody?

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  4. Pigbator
    Pigbator says:

    Over the years I’ve come to keep my ‘text mouth’ shut when it comes to the “hum hum ching ching” approach to jacking off. It started off with dudes and their “masturbate the penis” mantra years back and became such a boner harsh that I just gave up visiting BW. I can’t help but wonder why and how the original site morphed into some spiritual-centric platform for masturbation.

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    • Dr. Rix
      Dr. Rix says:

      Hmmm… I don’t really understand what you mean by hum hum ching ching….I don’t understand what boner harsh is either??? I know plenty of spirit-centric bators and I know plenty of nasty piggy bators. They seem to all get along just fine.

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  5. bidad47
    bidad47 says:

    What I wouldn’t give to attend a Radical Faerie gathering! They sound like what I would hope the Elysian Fields would be–free, uninhibited, wide-open pleasure. To be outside, under the stars, naked, erect, the erotic tableau filling my eyes and ears…my cock is throbbing at the thought of it. The desire to take a physical communion with the tribe of sexual creatures I want to belong to is growing from an urge to an absolute need, stronger and stronger. It’s wonderful to be out to my spouse and able to express a degree of my sexuality with her, but as open and understanding as she is, I still have to keep so much of it hidden–I long to stand with the group, in front of the flames, naked, totally exposed and utterly unashamed.

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    • Dr. Rix
      Dr. Rix says:

      Brother, you would be very welcome at the Cock Summit. You would be safe. It would be a confidential place, and we would not judge. Please join us!

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