Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Some seduce by not seducing they say.

 

[luxey313]

Some seduce by not seducing they say.

Tell me when that "some" actually get some ass.
How does that actually work?
Do you put forth a bit, but not obvious?
Do you look down, and stand against the wall like I do?

Sorry to jack, the jack.

 

[footlongish]

Stay on topic people !

A certain lady friend of mine emailed me yesterday that she triple O'd with her toy. Needless to say I was a restless sleeper last night, but I didn't O for various reasons.

I promised my lady friend a story. I started working on the story today and thinking of her and the urge overcame me. The details about cummy pussies in the "Sex without condoms" post in GB didn't help either. JasmineFleur gets me all worked up now...
(https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=460445)

So, I wrote and I stroked and I wrote. And then I stroked hard. And harder. It felt great. Oh, it felt great. And then release. Wow, what a release. Whew ! I must have been tense because the first squirt shot about 3 feet. It landed with a splat. Lots of good follow on squirts too. All over my leg. Quite the mess. I hadn't cum for a couple days, so I had good volume.

I'm all relaxed and happy now. Its going to be hard finishing that story though...

Thanks JasmineFleur !

 

[luxey313]

Are you seriously telling the thread starter to stay on task, in the glorious JOL he created from inspiration of his own man seed?

 

[footlongish]

I'm not going to get into it with you Luxey...

 

[luxey313]

I'm not going to get into it with you Luxey...

: pats :
Good boy.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Oh, it felt great. And then release. Wow, what a release. Whew ! I must have been tense because the first squirt shot about 3 feet.

With all the poetic license and room for exaggeration I allow myself, I ought not to read the post of a fellow jacker and say three feet??? No way man! but I did.

I love the word "release". It has that prurient, euphemistical tone that reminds me of everything I love about our Puritanical, repressed, shameridden, sexy culture. It reminds me of ads for handjob parlors. Places where tense, horny men go seeking "release".

 

[footlongish]

3 feet ? What can I say... it was a great O ! Maybe a best ever for me. It really shot. It landed on the floor, so it had some elevation help. But still, it was a great O.

re: "realease". Sorry, I didn't know that there was a standard for the words used to describe one's O. I'll refrain from posting further until I find the list of approved words. My apologies. /sarcastically

 

[rosco rathbone]

3 feet ? What can I say... it was a great O ! Maybe a best ever for me. It really shot. It landed on the floor, so it had some elevation help. But still, it was a great O.

re: "realease". Sorry, I didn't know that there was a standard for the words used to describe one's O. I'll refrain from posting further until I find the list of approved words. My apologies. /sarcastically

You misunderstand me. Every adjective employed by me in my love letter to the word "release" was a positive one in _my_lexicon. I love the word and use it all the time in spoken conversation about sexuality and also in mental conversations with self about same.

 

[footlongish]

Oohhh... in that case, thanks. I like the word release too. Thanks for clearing that up. Sorry about my remark.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Oohhh... in that case, thanks. I like the word release too. Thanks for clearing that up. Sorry about my remark.

One thing I love about the word is that it highlights the fundamentally eliminative quality of sex and a fortiori of masturbation. We are so used to associating sex with "pleasure", ever since Doctor Alex Comfort, long may he rot, the Joy Of Sex, so called, How To Make Love To A Woman and so on and so forth.

Sex is a curse, an unbearable tension. Men have known this since ancient times-Origen making himself a eunuch for the kingdom of heaven. When we attain release, for a moment we know sweet relief from the pressure.

Many of my jacks hilite the joyless, compulsive, pressurized quality of which I speak.

I was walking past a barbershop and saw the rows of barber chairs lined up, and thought to myself "why don't they have oral parlors, where men can go seeking a moment's sweet release from this god awful pain of constant sexual rage and craving?" They'd look just like this, homey, somewhat clinical, with rows of leather upholstered chairs. Women (asian probably) would kneel like pedicurists on little kneelers and serve you in public. No more shame than getting a haircut. Men would talk about the Yankees and occasionally let out a groan of relief. You'd walk past and see men reading the paper, adjusting themselves and tipping, chicks on their knees in scrub suits and those jelly clogs nurses wear...heads of long shiny black hair bobbing up and down....

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I'm a little bit tense, but I like it. In the interest of science, I note that this is the time period without an o that must elapse before I start turning around in the street to watch the receding asses of passing females. I do it openly, like a black guy (they taught me how).

I feel bossy, controlling. Somewhere I saw the words "pornography is nothing more than ecstatic, ritualized sexual hatred". This sentence crossed my mind as I think about how my penis feels somewhat detachable and truncheon-like. As if I could actually break it off and beat someone with it; then re-attach it and fuck them. I once had a girlfriend whom I was always threatening to beat with a jelly cock; although I never followed through on that (and many other threats idle, semi-idle and not so idle). I keep my hand in my pants these days as I conserve vitality; weighing the weight, length, heft, and murderous flexibility of my rubberized horsecock, my Chilean Secret Police Interrogation Special. I stroke it and think that a blow is as good as a hump.

This is my faovorite part of your cycle.

(not that I want to be beaten with a jelly cock)

Perhaps it's more subtle, I picture you walking around (ticking) until finally the timer goes off and you really FUCKING NEED RELEASE, by then you're growly, ferocious even, demanding, intense, and most of all, just really need to get off and will do so by ANY means (almost).

I like it when a man gets like that. I like to hear it in his voice, it's like I can almost SEE the power zipping through your veins until it finally bursts out of your cock.

 

[stirbird]

Yeah right...lol.
Like that would happen.
Hot for sure, but not possible.

That's sad to hear. At the college I went to, I saw several professors seduced by female students, and one female professor who loved the college boys. One of the female students long pages in a public class journal (it was an experimental sort of college) about "him." We all knew who he was. That was a long time ago, though, before all the restrictive legislation about sexism on campus, rape, and other aspects of male-female relationships came through. At the highschool I went to, a very sexy lit teacher and one of his students were having an affair, too. I went over to his house several times to visit the happy couple. None of these people were ever penalized or disciplined or even noticed much. Too bad things can't be like they were in the 70s and 80s again.

 

[Hester]

still have NO urge to wank, although i have strong urges to have sex with a live other person. there are times where i *know* i need to get laid or else my sexuality oozes into all of my interactions, which can be very problematic. i'm not there yet, but i am on the cusp. i'm craving hungry kissing, biting, wrestling, fingers digging into flesh and hair, violent thrusting, vicious orgasms, furniture askew, holes in the drywall, no stopping until exhaustion or cessation of consciousness. it's like a constant but overwhelming hum present throughout my waking hours.

Well, they certainly are usually not old enough for my taste.

I do not know of this seducing business. I do not seduce.
Ask oy oy oy.

seduction is power and control so this makes sense in your case.

i don't do it often, but on the occasions i do, i really get off on it

 

[rosco rathbone]

"Jayoel" sounds like the name of a sexy Jew girl with hippie parents.

 

[luxey313]

seduction is power and control so this makes sense in your case.

i don't do it often, but on the occasions i do, i really get off on it

atleast you get me

just watched some rectal thermometer porn- an easy O

 

[paganangel]

still have NO urge to wank, although i have strong urges to have sex with a live other person. there are times where i *know* i need to get laid or else my sexuality oozes into all of my interactions, which can be very problematic. i'm not there yet, but i am on the cusp. i'm craving hungry kissing, biting, wrestling, fingers digging into flesh and hair, violent thrusting, vicious orgasms, furniture askew, holes in the drywall, no stopping until exhaustion or cessation of consciousness. it's like a constant but overwhelming hum present throughout my waking hours.


seduction is power and control so this makes sense in your case.

i don't do it often, but on the occasions i do, i really get off on it

fear not! i'm on my waayyyy....

 

[bridgeburner]

I developed a serious head-crush on my sociology professor in college (uh, the first time I went to college, not this time....so far).

I was so fucking ripe and he was an obsession for me. Full on liberal Chicago intellectual with the radical fire burning in his eyes. And this was not by any means a hot man. He was mid-50's with a big tight belly a la Babe Ruth, balding, short, missing that tooth that's second behind the incisor on his left side, stubby hands. Not an ugly man, but not remotely handsome.

I'd have done anything just to make him approve of me and think I was smart. I was late to class one day and missed a vital instruction which I then proceeded to violate and he called me on the carpet for it. "If you'd been on time Miss B you would have heard me state that I don't want to hear such in my class." I nearly cried I was so mortified.

But I'm smart and I was so clearly besotted that he turned out to like me anyway. At the end of the semester I invited him to a cookout my roommates and I were throwing. He scolded me again when I'd introduced him a couple of times because I introduced him by his first and his last name ---- not really because I meant to single him out from anyone else but because that's the way I always thought of him "Firstname Lastname." He looked me right in the eye and just fucking drilled me and I nearly fell over with shame. He smiled then because he wasn't really mad at me, but he was clearly thrilled that he'd embarrassed me and put me off balance.

When I walked him to the door as he was leaving there was a moment when I thought he might actually make a pass at me and it terrified me because I was suddenly confronted with how little I was attracted to him physically. I was devastated because I so adored the crush I had and the way he made me feel psychologically --- he could shame me and inspire me and when I did something right, said something smart I was like a damn dog wagging its tail in glee for his approval --- I didn't want to lose that and I knew that I would if he actually tried to kiss me. I was physically repulsed by him and it was a shock. It hadn't even occurred to me up until that moment.

And then I felt horrid for being so shallow. But he didn't make the pass. He kept the upper hand by giving me the look and a smirk and then walking away as if he knew and he was going to take his victory with him.

So, 12 years later I still blush when I think of him scolding me.

 

[luxey313]

When I walked him to the door as he was leaving there was a moment when I thought he might actually make a pass at me and it terrified me because I was suddenly confronted with how little I was attracted to him physically. I was devastated because I so adored the crush I had and the way he made me feel psychologically --- he could shame me and inspire me and when I did something right, said something smart I was like a damn dog wagging its tail in glee for his approval --- I didn't want to lose that and I knew that I would if he actually tried to kiss me. I was physically repulsed by him and it was a shock. It hadn't even occurred to me up until that moment.

And then I felt horrid for being so shallow. But he didn't make the pass. He kept the upper hand by giving me the look and a smirk and then walking away as if he knew and he was going to take his victory with him.

So, 12 years later I still blush when I think of him scolding me.

That description was perfect of the mix learning how you would be more fearful of the reality.
Just perfect. I have felt that feeling- you were just so right.

The scolding is just so hot.

 

[Vikingstone]

Howdy...

I'm new to the GB and to this thread...after reading through some pages I just wanted to say that a lot of the stuff here is very interesting, insightful and positively soul-baring. Exceptionally cool and certainly not what I expected in a thread with 'jacking-off' in the title, lol. Just goes to show what I know. Never judge a thread by it's title.

 

[_pebbles]

It sounds as though you have an insight into the male world. I know a couple women like that, I enjoy hearing their thoughts.

The build up of tension is at what may be an all time high right now. I'm actually going to window shop for a heavy bag today. When I was younger I never thought I'd be the PTA mom who'd be giving a heavy bag a beating in my spare time.

I think I may wither away if men stopped looking at me. Their stares fuel my imagination. Not one has *ever* actually approached me. I took the initiative once (I'm somewhat submissive, so I'm not comfortable at all with this). He could barely look me in the eye. His bottom lip actually quivered. Realized my mistake right then.

 

[Vikingstone]

The build up of tension is at what may be an all time high right now. I'm actually going to window shop for a heavy bag today. When I was younger I never thought I'd be the PTA mom who'd be giving a heavy bag a beating in my spare time.

I think I may wither away if men stopped looking at me. Their stares fuel my imagination. Not one has *ever* actually approached me. I took the initiative once (I'm somewhat submissive, so I'm not comfortable at all with this). He could barely look me in the eye. His bottom lip actually quivered. Realized my mistake right then.

If I may ask....do you try to surmise what they might be thinking about when you catch one looking...does it matter...do you care?

 

[_pebbles]

If I may ask....do you try to surmise what they might be thinking about when you catch one looking...does it matter...do you care?

Their actual thoughts aren't all that important. The look on their face tells me it's sexual and that's all that matters. I suppose I'd be more interested in their thoughts if they actually told me. Since that's not socially acceptable, I just use their stares later for my own personal mental playback session and morph their potential desires into exactly what I want.

 

[rosco rathbone]

The build up of tension is at what may be an all time high right now. I'm actually going to window shop for a heavy bag today. When I was younger I never thought I'd be the PTA mom who'd be giving a heavy bag a beating in my spare time.

I think I may wither away if men stopped looking at me. Their stares fuel my imagination. Not one has *ever* actually approached me. I took the initiative once (I'm somewhat submissive, so I'm not comfortable at all with this). He could barely look me in the eye. His bottom lip actually quivered. Realized my mistake right then.

They say that the arts are one of the best workouts for the figure.

I'm picturing you beating up a sparring partner then hopping over the ropes and approaching some guy on the stationary bike-no, rolling on the floor on one of those big gay colored balls they use in exercise class- and asking him out. No wonder he was skeert!

 

[_geisha_]

locale: in the shower, semi cold water running from showerhead

lube: body shampoo

fantasy: none, visualisations of what it must look like from below me.

remarks: past two mornings, i used a wash towel instead of a sponge, i find it helps me exfoliate better, but when washing my pussy, the friction, the feeling of the towel and the soap making me slick have been too much. spread my legs wider than shoulder width and bent over at the waist, rubbing my clit and hole vigorously with the towel and extra body shampoo on it. near the end, my back was arched and my ass was out as far as it would go. the stretch was almost painful, but felt so good on my clit.

orgasm strength and notes: extremely strong orgasm, heard myself growl near the ennd, rubbing furiously and thinking of rough anal sex. when i finally let go, my knees shook and i thought i would fall. had to grab on to the edge of the tub to steady myself.