Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Put me down on the big board for another jack.

Very little juice to this one as you might imagine, but a really powerful nut.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Well, I could have left it at three jacks but whatthehell, I'm rosco!

When I administer a beatdown, tone the bone, I always turn it into a song-and-dance routine--Gene Kelly style if you get my cinematic reference. It's all part of being me: my impeccable flare.

What I mean to say is, I got off another one just now. I'd say your ass was looking like grass right about now in this jack-off. I'm lightin' you on fire boy!

 

[rosco rathbone]

I had to do it....to see if I could go for five. And what do you know? I brought it off, rather easily as a matter of fact.

I haven't seen tone the bone around here in a couple of days. I imagine he's just sodded off, knowing he's met his match.

jacks YTD 72 & closing fast.

 

[Queen Bee]

Good heavens, man! You're a jacking machine.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Good heavens, man! You're a jacking machine.

I am the hardest working man in the jacking business. Got off another one just now---to see if I could. That makes for 6 organisms in 12 hours. Not too shabby for a man who is no longer a teen.

Oddly enough; although the effort, both mental and physical, increases; and the juice output is down to nil, the intensity of the organism seems to be holding steady.

 

[Wannabe20104]

Lately I jerk off to internet porn. Back in the days before I got on the net I used to masturbate with just my fantasies or sometimes with a look at soft core playboy stuff. Over the past few years I have gotten a little more extreme in what I like to look at or think of when I get the urge to masturbate.
Take yesterday morning for example. I was surfing around for something interesting to toss off over and I downloaded a video clip of this really pretty, full breasted brunette sucking cock and taking a big load of cum right on her face.
Nasty, yes. I don't think I can or would possibly dare to try to fully explain why that stuff turns me on so much now when it didn't before, but when I see a beautiful woman submitting herself to the sexual whim of a guy in that particular fashion, it is just too much.
I set that clip to play over and over and just sat transfixed, beating my meat with really fast stroke for about four minutes, watching her take that shot to the face over and over until I came.

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[bridgeburner]

Friday - 11:20p - VJ, nothing much to report except that I was aware that I was another jack behind on my 90 Day regimen. O-rating 2

Saturday/Sunday - 2:10a - back to the prison fantasy but it felt a bit stuttery and I'm feeling the need to start combing the ether for another "hit". O-rating 2.5

Sunday- 11:10a - up at 7 so feelinging the urge for a jack and a nap. I'd been reading porn off and on for about two hours already but while the images were hot enough when I read them they weren't to my tastes so much for jack-fodder. Too nice and consensual. Got stuck on the image of a big brute hand-spanking the spread pussy of an elfin-looking dark-haired victim. Slap Slap Slap and then plunging his cock down into her and all the while in the background is her actual captor talking about how this is for her own good and she'll be punished like this daily. Quite a good little O on this one, all shuddery and spastic rated 4.


Sunday/Monday - 12:15a - Having started yet another book of porn I was still a bit itchy and I'd worked hard all day. Most notably I spent a crazy-making 2.5 hours at Ikea trying to return a box of silverware and pick up a shelving unit for the bathroom. I deserved to get off for not having pummelled or kicked anyone. Perhaps I shouldn't have begun assembling the shelving unit on my bed, however. I did start wondering if engaging in minor carpentry for dummies on the bed where I jack might somehow mess up the energy. I was starting to get bleary-eyed, though and considered that it was as likely to help as hinder if it did anything at all.

I'd assembled enough of the unit to stand it up off the bed and get it out of the way. All that remains is to put the shelves into it and install the door. I'd have done it last night but the door can be installed either of a couple of ways depending on how you want it to open and I was pretty sure that my synapses weren't firing quickly or straight enough to do it right the first time.

Much better to collapse into the bed and jack. Only I really had to work for this one. I almost gave up a couple of times. I was bored and sleepy and nothing was working and then I got back on the image of the pussy-slapping and that nudged me over. I can't be all that excited about a .5 on the O-scale especially since all it really served to do was make me overwarm and wide-awake even if exhausted. Consequently I tossed and turned and fretted all night and didn't sleep much. grrrrr!

It does bring my total count to 48, which is heartening I suppose but I just did a little math (although I'm hoping the early hour and the lack of caffiene means I did it incorrectly) and it appears that I must now acheive 42 jacks in 14 days. That's 3 jacks a day, every day for two weeks a daunting task to say the least.

I know it's my own fault for falling behind. I only cross my fingers and hope that I don't hit another devastating dry-spell before the time is up.


-B

 

[Queen Bee]

I have complete confidence in your abilities, BB. Let me know if you need some little paper cups of Gatorade or something.

I realize I'm a mere dilettante these days, but I did get one off last night. It was a fairly routine affair with the WC vibe: standard anal fantasy, average orgasm, but for some reason I became unusually wet and it brought to mind that "up from the ground came the bubbling crude" lyric from the Beverly Hillbillies theme. Bubbling crude. Weird.

 

[bridgeburner]

hahaha, I LOVE that!

I'm going to have that stuck in my head all day and I won't even mind.

"Awl, that is. Black gold. Texas tea."


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

Although I've always had the tendencies toward the edgy things that interest me. Just never a place to explore.

Yes, that's how I feel. It's not that I didn't want to see a beautiful young yakuza moll get hammered while someone stands on her face and the boss lolls at his ease drinking sake in a wicker chair observing---I just didn't have the wherewithal.

 

[rosco rathbone]

hahaha, I LOVE that!

I'm going to have that stuck in my head all day and I won't even mind.

"Awl, that is. Black gold. Texas tea."


-B

"Erl"

 

[rosco rathbone]

"Erl"

In a somewhat related note; I have a Beverly Hillbillies connection myself. The woman with whom I first explored coercive sexuality was dating the actor who played "Jethro" at the time of the recent (mid-90s) remake. The jacking tie-in is that, nearly of my jacks were about her for a good 6 year period. I'm now having that same problem with another person, the picture girl; although not to the same extent.

I also had a nearly decade-long series of intensely erotic dreams about this girl; who was really just a smiley blonde sorority babe. She really touched me on the visceral level though.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Those are some jacks, beebs! I felt like I was there!

You are really getting the hang of it all.

 

[rocco9]

new inspirations

read a hot story on a three-way series on literotica, fantasized about my uptight colleague, looked at the uber-penetration wetlust pics on samarelart.com and had to move quickly, hard-on down my pants leg, past colleague's office to men's room.

Nice slow jerk leading to a rollicking cum that made my balls hurt.

 

[rocco9]

obsessed now... need pussy to lick

can think of nothing expect wet stickysweet pussy mousebutton pinkpearl laplaplaplaplap

also thinking of stripper days, loved feel of spandex thong undedr my balls and between my asscheeks especially when pulled gently by adoring fans at bach parties


I'm off to pull, with briefs tight under balls about to burst, simulating a soft satiny thong under my balls

 

[Queen Bee]

That samarel guy has interesting stuff:

Samarel

But where is tone the bone? Perhaps he jacked himself into an unconscious state.

 

[bridgeburner]

Good to see you Rocco. You've put me in mind of a classmate of mine in a creative writing course in college. He was a really good-looking stripper and older than most of the people in the class -- probably early 30's to our early 20's. He turned in a story and took a lot of flak for writing "inappropriately" about a rape during the Viet-Nam war that the narrator had witnessed and exacted retribution for.

The professor had to rein in some of the more rabid students and point out that the point was to critique the skill of the writing rather than debate the ethics of theme. It wasn't badly written, but it wasn't great. The problem for most people was that he'd written the rape in a sexually arousing way --- not at all a problem for me and all I could think was that the only way other people would be mad was if it turned them on too. Damn hypocrites.

Anyway, I stuck up for him a bit but he kind of intimidated me and I got all shy and blushy and tongue tied when he started flirting with me and I think he decided that I wasn't quite ready for what he had to offer.

Who knows? I'm of the mind that I could've been persuaded without much effort, but alas, it was not to be. He dropped out of the class and I didn't see him anymore after that.

He's still good for fantasy fodder, though on the rare occasions when I actually appear in my own fantasies.


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Oh, that definitely looks interesting. I must wander through there sometime.

Just noticed that it's whistle-blowing time here. Hooray!


Night all

-B

 

[Queen Bee]

Had a good one just now, reading this excellent "Indecent Proposal" style gay male story:

Lesson Learned

Don't let the dull initial paragraphs deter you; it's hot as fuck. Strong O, momentarily a 9, but I wimped out and didn't sustain it. Some little frissons in my knees.

 

[rocco9]

Good to see you Rocco. You've put me in mind of a classmate of mine in a creative writing course in college. He was a really good-looking stripper and older than most of the people in the class -- probably early 30's to our early 20's. He turned in a story and took a lot of flak for writing "inappropriately" about a rape.... The problem for most people was that he'd written the rape in a sexually arousing way --- not at all a problem for me and all I could think was that the only way other people would be mad was if it turned them on too. Damn hypocrites.

How can anything that's sexually incandescent be "inappropriate"?

My own fave fantasy is of a reverse gangbang... Had several opportunities during my strip days but was too afraid of the law to pursue (money changed hands at these events). *sigh*

But still, it's provided substantial fantasy fodder for more than a decade. And aren't fantasies hotter than reality anyway?

 

[rocco9]

uptight colleague

"uptight" is a funny word, no? My colleague sits upright in her chair, like a cotillion candidate eager to please her finishing school instructor, and her ass is tight.

upright+tight=uptight. Right?

I find her personality distasteful, her lips are thin, her politics are not mine. And yet, yesterday I wanted to lock t3he door behind me, bend her over her desk and give her a deep hair-grabbing deepfuck deep penetration to make her squeal. And cream her creamy white asscheeks.

 

[rocco9]

Jethro, Ellie Mae and co.

Speaking of Beverly Hillbillies, as kids we all had hard-ons for Ellie Mae. The show was incredibly sexy to a small kid: it was obvious that the Kentuckians were the authentic he-men and she-women compared to impotent moneyguy Van Drysdale and his antiseptic secretary. Every show involved either Jethro goin' out cattin in LaLaLand (with wry references to the Playboy Club) or Granny chastizing Jethro for his womanizin' ways or Ellie Mae showing off her pre-Nina Hartley perfect ass.

Jethro and Ellie Mae symbolized the authentic lustiness of our pioneer past, with a kinky hint of appalachian family luvin' thrown in for good measure. As kids we used to sing:

"Lemme tell y'all a story 'bout a man named Jed,
Stripped Ellie Mae and he threw her on the bed
He was just about to screw her and was gettin in the nude,
When up from his pants came a-bubblin' crude...

Sperm, that is... Playboy "P"

Ah, how the silliest child songs can stoke a lifetime obsession.. from Ellie Mae to Nina to Beatrice Dalle...

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: Jethro, Ellie Mae and co.

Beatrice Dalle...

Who-oa, Beatrice Dalle! THe queen of the gap-teeth.

DId you see her looking all skinny and skanked out and hot in "THe TIme of the Wolf"?

I may have to go have a wank right now thinking of the opening scene of Betty Blue.

In related news, I did my duty last night, but if tone the bone doesn't show up I am going to bail on the daily jack.

Now, of course, he will show up in a week and smirkingly claim to have been jacking all along. But that's ok, I can't stay interested without the competitive factor.

 

[bridgeburner]

Last night - 7:10p - realized I was seriously behind and skipped off to rub out a nice little 4 with my current spanking image running through my head.


11:30p - Thought this would be a quickie accomplished with the end of the Love Gun set to stun but I was really not much in the mood I thought. Turns out I was on a bit of a penetration jag and spent half an hour idling on a woman incarcerated in a Victorian mental asylum. Cold baths, public inspections and regular visits from the attendants etc. What finally got me over the top was the image of her held down by guards while a stream of drooling morons in Wee Willie Winkie nightcaps took turns pumping spastically away between her legs. O-rating only a 2.5 as the image was good but I was kind of numb by that point and my libido seems to be dropping off a bit.

Yes, I am another jack behind on the 90 in 90 goal. Frankly, I have to express doubt that I'll make it, but I will give it my best shot. I drifted off last night thinking of day 90. I can just imagine myself exhausted and out of my mind feverishly stuffing in jacks like cramming for a college final.

Day: 77
Count: 50

-B