Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

Had one of those frustrated, semi-angry maintenance jacks yesterday. Spring being in the air and a 3-day fuckfest with the Muse ahead of me, I've been in a 'betruncheoned' state more or less continuously for over a week now.

I've done my best to ignore it, but the prick keeps paying me back with Bulging Britches at the most inopportune of times, Crusty Shorts from the dribbling precum nozzle, and, ultimately, that sharp Groinal Throb of impending blue balls.

I can put up with the first two afflictions but not the last. And so I surrendered.

When blue balls are setting in, there is no other option than "quick peeved mandhandling" -- get those precious bodily fluids out of there before they bung up the works. Flush out the pipes, like the fireman opening up a hydrant. Such a shame she wasn't here to enjoy playing in it.

Yeah, I've been teetering on the edge of blue balls myself lately, which is fucking ridiculous given the "regularity" of my jacks. The only time blue balls have been an issue in the past was when arousal combined with abstinence. They've never loomed when I was jacking or fucking regularly, before now.

Supply outpacing demand, even when the demand is great.

Spring is in the fucking air.

 

[Cleopatra]

You should try picking up some cheesey romance (code for literary porn) novel and let your mind curl around those ideas. Works for me when I'm feeling like that.




That or I can send you some hot young farm-bred stud to fuel the furnace.

You're so good to me.

I'll take option #2. Make sure he's ripped and willing, mmkay?

 

[Riles]

You're so good to me.

I'll take option #2. Make sure he's ripped and willing, mmkay?

Done deal, his name is Damon and he's been instructed to help with this "problem", when it's over, there is a report to be filed in here.



I'm moving on so I don't get ripped into for improper use of this thread.

 

[tortoise]

I totally get that frustrated physical release thing you guys are talking about, now. Not in the same sense, maybe, but similar. Last night I couldn't sleep - not because I was turned on, just from stress and the "what ifs" that were circling my head like a rapidly-descending vulture intent on stealthily plucking at any sense of security or peace I have at the moment.

I tossed and turned and thought about crying some more - then got pissed that I'm being the pathetic thing I'm being right now. It suddenly occurred to me that I could jack, come, and maybe that would put me to sleep.

So, I did. And it did.

Yes, this is another variety of maintenance jack in which I regularly indulge. The stress reliever. The flesh is willing but the spirit is troubled. That sort of jack can stop the spinning wheels long enough to succumb to sleep.

(No platitudes for you. Just: )

 

[Guest]

 

[tortoise]

Done deal, his name is Damon and he's been instructed to help with this "problem", when it's over, there is a report to be filed in here.



I'm moving on so I don't get ripped into for improper use of this thread.

Elevating the spirits of dear friends is fair and proper use of this thread.

Trust me. I've read the bylaws.

 

[Riles]

Wait!

I want a #2 too!

fodder for jacks is always welcome.

Oh my god, I've turned into a pimp!

Okay, so THIS one's name is Mitch, now he's only just 19, but he's very mature for his age, a real gentleman and SUCH a ladies man. No doubt he will meet every one of your requirements, eager young man that he is.

 

[Cleopatra]

Done deal, his name is Damon and he's been instructed to help with this "problem", when it's over, there is a report to be filed in here.



I'm moving on so I don't get ripped into for improper use of this thread.

I may keep him for a few days. Just to make sure the problem is...fixed. heh.

Jack on, friends, jack on.

 

[Riles]

Elevating the spirits of dear friends is fair and proper use of this thread.

Trust me. I've read the bylaws.

Oh, thank god.

Frankly, I just can't handle another blacklisting.

 

[Hester]

i must have blue ovaries.

 

[tortoise]

*cheers up your ovaries*

Okay, time for my hike. More jack fodder.

 

[Dawg]

 

[bridgeburner]

Travel and hotels will ratchet up my libido as well, but I've recently noticed that may have another fetish: sex in the dark of the great outdoors.

I've known for years that camping makes me horny. Unfortunately I usually go camping with my girlfriends so there's no outlet for my lust. In the last couple of months I've noticed that I fixate not only on camping, but nighttime visits to carnivals and street fairs, long evenings on a spacious porch or at yard parties, walks through the dark streets of my neighborhood and congregation in public parks after hours.

This has very little if anything to do with the thrill of perhaps getting caught. Apparently there's just something in the air outside at night that speaks to my libido.


One half-hearted, aborted jack yesterday. Too much stress right now. I wish I could just slap it into shape but the bean requires being in the "mood" and I couldn't get my brain to shut up long enough to get there.

Clearly my lack of Orgone usage is increasing levels in other parts of the country. ;->

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

Done deal, his name is Damon and he's been instructed to help with this "problem", when it's over, there is a report to be filed in here.



I'm moving on so I don't get ripped into for improper use of this thread.

You do realize that ripping into you would be a jack in itself and thus make anything you post acceptable.

 

[ByronRevenge]

Oh my god, I've turned into a pimp!

Okay, so THIS one's name is Mitch, now he's only just 19, but he's very mature for his age, a real gentleman and SUCH a ladies man. No doubt he will meet every one of your requirements, eager young man that he is.

not gonna share me?

 

[tortoise]

Travel and hotels will ratchet up my libido as well, but I've recently noticed that may have another fetish: sex in the dark of the great outdoors.

I've known for years that camping makes me horny. Unfortunately I usually go camping with my girlfriends so there's no outlet for my lust. In the last couple of months I've noticed that I fixate not only on camping, but nighttime visits to carnivals and street fairs, long evenings on a spacious porch or at yard parties, walks through the dark streets of my neighborhood and congregation in public parks after hours.

This has very little if anything to do with the thrill of perhaps getting caught. Apparently there's just something in the air outside at night that speaks to my libido.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I too have been fixating on outdoor sex lately, with all of the hiking I've been doing.

But you're right. It's not just "the great outdoors." It's outdoors, period. Parks, city streets, outdoor ampitheaters. Nothing but sky above. The feel of a breeze across swollen wet flesh. The scent of sex mingling with the outdoor smells.

I do get a bit of a thrill out of the danger of discovery, but it definitely goes deeper than that.

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I too have been fixating on outdoor sex lately, with all of the hiking I've been doing.

But you're right. It's not just "the great outdoors." It's outdoors, period. Parks, city streets, outdoor ampitheaters. Nothing but sky above. The feel of a breeze across swollen wet flesh. The scent of sex mingling with the outdoor smells.

I do get a bit of a thrill out of the danger of discovery, but it definitely goes deeper than that.

One of my favorite things to flash back to are memories of the hand jobs my first girlfriend used to give me on the bike paths where we used to hang out. Just propping myself up next to her, a fistful of the band of my shorts pulling them away so she has enough room get a good running start from the base to my head my other arm around her shoulder. Eyes intent on the blur of her hand occasionally glancing up to see who might be enjoying the show. It was so hot and desperate it totally started a hand job fetish for me.

 

[Quint]

I feel like pacing, like a lion--marginally hungry, mostly stalking because that's the habit. Expectant. Expecting food but more than that, expecting the real hunger to start burning. I guess that's what is commonly described as "tension."

I am going to be someone's booty call.

God it works for me on so many levels!

The indulgent tolerance of my husband T, as if to say "I know you can't control yourself. OK, you've been a good girl, you can get a treat."

The lack of familiarity! Who IS this person who will be inside me within 24 hours? What does he want from me? Am I a quick O or does he have months of stifled stalking of his own to unleash over and over again?

He knows what a filthy bitch I am, what filthy things turn me on. Is he going to be dark? Will he hurt me, perhaps unintentionally, not knowing his own demon?

Ohhhhhh god what if he's tender and affectionate, kissing lovingly on my throat, oblivious to the utter boredom in my eyes. "I love you so much baby." Convulsing inside me while I wonder if the clothes need to be put in the dryer. God that would be the most exquisite sort of humiliation. I knowingly gave myself to another man for rough usage, intending to be nothing but an accepting outlet for his lust, and instead I am made love to by Jim Dear. The embarrassment of facing T again..."Did you have a good time, honey?" Tears in my eyes, I shake my head no. "Did he hurt you?" Again, the head shake.

I'm trembling with excitement. Can't even jack, it's so intense. Will update if the booty lives up to the fantasy. Otherwise, consider me MIA.

 

[luxey313]

He knows what a filthy bitch I am, what filthy things turn me on. Is he going to be dark? Will he hurt me, perhaps unintentionally, not knowing his own demon?

Ohhhhhh god what if he's tender and affectionate, kissing lovingly on my throat, oblivious to the utter boredom in my eyes. "I love you so much baby." Convulsing inside me while I wonder if the clothes need to be put in the dryer. God that would be the most exquisite sort of humiliation. I knowingly gave myself to another man for rough usage, intending to be nothing but an accepting outlet for his lust, and instead I am made love to by Jim Dear. The embarrassment of facing T again..."Did you have a good time, honey?" Tears in my eyes, I shake my head no. "Did he hurt you?" Again, the head shake.

this is great

 

[Boomerpw]

I've mentioned before that my "jack fantasies" (jacktasies?) are usually about women I know. And they usually need to be in the "this could actually happen" category, so they don't often go too far -- at least within the bounds of my self-defined fidelity. Lately they're mostly about stripping games. One fairly intense one that I think I could actually coax into reality involves a horny married woman I know. We play stip poker, and the loser has to jack for the winner. In my jacktasy I'm usually the loser. The thought of jacking in front of a woman is a huge turn-on.

 

[tortoise]

One of my favorite things to flash back to are memories of the hand jobs my first girlfriend used to give me on the bike paths where we used to hang out. Just propping myself up next to her, a fistful of the band of my shorts pulling them away so she has enough room get a good running start from the base to my head my other arm around her shoulder. Eyes intent on the blur of her hand occasionally glancing up to see who might be enjoying the show. It was so hot and desperate it totally started a hand job fetish for me.

Yes. That desperate rush, that frantic need. Clandestine fucking rocks. Such a dirty girl, jacking you in public like that, can't even keep her hands off you.

Searing hot, Flirt. I too am a fan of the furtive handjob, the illicit fingering. I'm profoundly pro-fondling, in all its forms.

I knowingly gave myself to another man for rough usage, intending to be nothing but an accepting outlet for his lust, and instead I am made love to by Jim Dear.

Jim Dear making sweet love to his delicate flower of womanhood.

Damn good stuff.

 

[Quint]

this is great

We, two.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

this is great

Yeah, very nice.

Reminds me of that old joke...

MASOCHIST (to SADIST): Beat me! Hurt me! Humiliate me! Use me! Please!

SADIST (to MASOCHIST): No.

 

[tortoise]

The burning shame of not being used as a fucktoy, as an empty vessel in which to slake one's fucklust.

It has a delicious ring to it, doesn't it?

Think he'll bring flowers?

 

[rosco rathbone]

That's really great Quint. It's dramatic on so many intersecting levels, like 4 dimensional chess.