Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

The Return of the Rapscallion.

A red letter day, redolent of seed.

You have been sorely missed.

 

[MechaBlade]

When I was young, I had to be with pretty women because my image was on the line at all times. Now I understand the long standing perversity of pervy old men fucking kind of homely, slatternly, yet fertile young bitches.

It's the next best thing to fucking pretty women.

Glad to see you back. You are my muse, rosco.

 

[HockeyShark]

NutDate 10-10..

These are the voyages of the cockship Hockyshark...

Our Mission to go where no man....well on occasion some men....have gone before...

But tonight its back to the hanger for a lube job.

 

[rydia57]

Just did it.... felt so good my eyes crossed. I just hope I wasn't too loud.

 

[luxey313]

rosco!
damn the night shift.

 

[HockeyShark]

Just did it.... felt so good my eyes crossed. I just hope I wasn't too loud.

One of those Eye Crossers huh?....... We need pictures...lol

 

[Whisperly]

Hahahahaha! I adore this thread; I shall be using it. ;D

 

[Batch]

Driving down 31st street, I passed a chick walking along the sidewalk. She had a kind of Tom Petty rabbit face, with a nose so stubbed that it was lifting her upper lip way up off of her huge overbite, Her teeth were linoleum gray--very unnattractive. Her hair was done up in some kind of kercheif. As we passed, I turned to look. She was kind of short and had a perfect ass. Round, tight, high and shaply. Form fitting jeans. She really gave me a zap in that part of my psychosexuality that goes for homely chicks with amazing bodies. I've got a theory that it's those kind of women who inspire most of the parking lot knife fights and deputy sheriff murder-suicides. She put a bee in my bonnet. Then when I was home, looking out the window, a spectral form passed i' the gloaming. Some random female in skintight white jeans, white boots and form-fitting white bunny jacket. Just watching her pass by gave me a bone. They don't have chicks like that in Richmond. I went to have a jay. I could not get it up. The mind is not in sync with the body. I got to get it together again.

so you decided to get your lazy ass back to the JOL



seriously missed you were, indeed.

 

[jrydher]

So sad..I pulled a groin muscle last night over exerting

 

[MechaBlade]

Looking for my motivation for my organic sedative, I decided spanking would be the way to go tonight. I pulled out a favorite, RGE's Crime in St. Thomas School. Fast forward to the end, and we get to see a teenaged troublemaker, standing nude before a dozen angry teachers and administrators. She covers her privates--god knows why, because you can clearly see her pussy when they strap her down into--what can I call this--the whipping chair. It's little more than a stool with arm and leg straps that keep the victim from covering her buttocks or walking away after being stuck with the cane.

The humiliation is great, the pain is great, but I also like the vindictive sadism on the part of the teachers--some of them female--who smile as the girl cries out in agony. Yeah, doms get me off as much as subs. It's like watching porn of a guy getting a blowjob. It's fun to watch because you know how good it feels.

I lean back in my chair a little bit as I approach Nirvana. I think in this position I am putting weight on my prostate, because I get very full Os when leaning back or lying back.

As her cries of pain become animalistic shrieks for mercy, my mansoup bubbles beneath the skin, and I try and picture myself in the scene. Am I the guy whipping her? Am I one of the teachers watching?

I can't make up my mind, and I'm just a guy jaying behind an invisible wall. I explode into the tissue, rip through it, and let the cum flow over my fist.

I don't notice this at first. I'm too caught up in my O, and I imagine my face expresses the shock and tearful joy of undeserving lottery winner (my twisted grimace looking not unlike the face of a restrained man just witnessing the death of his family before his eyes). I focus on the gunk at hand (on hand) to make sure I don't ruin my pants/the carpet. An ungodly amount of manseed (especially for having jayed earlier in the day), but I am enchanted. It's nice to see that visible representation that shows just how hard I came. I should've taken a picture to remind myself in my old age how happy I was at this moment. Right there in the family photo album, between Disneyland and Hawaii.

Four stars. Thumbs up (four fingers curled). Encore! Encore!

 

[rosco rathbone]

Haha, outstanding mecha. That's the kind of thing I started this log to read. The inner workings.

What a fellow I am. I'm lying there thinking about.... teaching a stripper new routines so that'll she'll make more lap dance money. Making her mime getting down on her knees, reaching out and running her hands up a man's thighs and over his hips, unzipping his fly, pulling his cock out, sucking it while holding the balls in one hand. Then going into the whole "invisible wall" mime thing, but instead it's his belly instead of a wall and she's miming him being too deep in her throat, eyes squeezed shut, trying to slow his thrusts so that she can breathe. I imagine being in the club, watching her do this, watching the other men watch her. I wonder if it would work. I unzipped in order to have a jay and noticed that my shit was the exact same color as a vienna sausage. This led to another train of speculations....I lost the plot. Never o'd.

 

[Batch]

am so behind in my logging

then the wind of inspiration arrives

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Haha, outstanding mecha. That's the kind of thing I started this log to read. The inner workings.

What a fellow I am. I'm lying there thinking about.... teaching a stripper new routines so that'll she'll make more lap dance money. Making her mime getting down on her knees, reaching out and running her hands up a man's thighs and over his hips, unzipping his fly, pulling his cock out, sucking it while holding the balls in one hand. Then going into the whole "invisible wall" mime thing, but instead it's his belly instead of a wall and she's miming him being too deep in her throat, eyes squeezed shut, trying to slow his thrusts so that she can breathe. I imagine being in the club, watching her do this, watching the other men watch her. I wonder if it would work. I unzipped in order to have a jay and noticed that my shit was the exact same color as a vienna sausage. This led to another train of speculations....I lost the plot. Never o'd.

well damn...

 

[stirbird]

am so behind in my logging

then the wind of inspiration arrives

Rosco is quite the inspiration, for a great many individuals! ;-p

 

[Batch]

Rosco is quite the inspiration, for a great many individuals! ;-p

not for the subject material he introduces

not my cuppa

but the object or drive/need to indulge

in said activity., and the reasons

 

[stirbird]

Driving down 31st street, I passed a chick walking along the sidewalk. She had a kind of Tom Petty....

I don't believe it. You're back and you're still giving the poor women of your city the google-eyes. :/ Apparently your long vacation country was not reforming.

I've got one to post. It was a weird one and so I wasn't going to post it but in honor of your return, here goes. This one (well, not one but I'll get to that in a minute) happened about two weeks ago. It started out as an energy favor for a friend. The goal was as many as possible before I went to sleep. I did two in the bedroom that were nice but boring so I got up and went to my PC for inspiration. Atpically, I didn't go visual. I put on some gris-gris and let the voodoo doctor's magical voice carry me away (My husband used to laugh at my fascination with Dr. John--he'd played with him of course, back in the day, it was a very small musical world in the mid-late 60s). Sitting forward in my computer chair (the position really faciliates me, I think I'd do well in a cowgirl were I fucking someone), I lost count after about 12, but I think I stopped before 20. Each one was very intense, as intense as the one that preceeded it. Boom like that one right after the other. Well, I waited 30-60 secs. to recover between them. I have no idea what got into me. Maybe the favor thing? I do like to do favors. Actually I think it was that magical spooky voice. For the first 10 or so, I didn't even fantasize, after that I used a little S&M imagery, but I didn't need much. That incredible voice... I finally stopped because I felt sleepy and a little foolish. After that night I lapsed back into my usual shut-down asexual self--haven't touched myself since.

 

[luxey313]

I don't believe it. You're back and you're still giving the poor women of your city the google-eyes. :/ Apparently your long vacation country was not reforming.

he wouldn't rosco, if he didn't.
the city lit him up.

 

[stirbird]

not for the subject material he introduces

not my cuppa

but the object or drive/need to indulge

in said activity., and the reasons

You mean you aren't totally taken with eying other women's perfect butts on the street? For shame, I think you are missing out!

Yeah, what you are saying makes sense. He's what keeps this thread alive--he slips us all the energy.

 

[Batch]

You mean you aren't totally taken with eying other women's perfect butts on the street? For shame, I think you are missing out!

Yeah, what you are saying makes sense. He's what keeps this thread alive--he slips us all the energy.

yep, not my where my sexual minds dwells

women's ass strolling, extolling the denim's strength.
undulations hither and thither

calling images

nope.


He calls forth... yep...

the exploration of the moments.

 

[MechaBlade]

Haha, outstanding mecha. That's the kind of thing I started this log to read. The inner workings.

Just doing my duty.

What a fellow I am. I'm lying there thinking about.... teaching a stripper new routines so that'll she'll make more lap dance money. Making her mime getting down on her knees, reaching out and running her hands up a man's thighs and over his hips, unzipping his fly, pulling his cock out, sucking it while holding the balls in one hand. Then going into the whole "invisible wall" mime thing, but instead it's his belly instead of a wall and she's miming him being too deep in her throat, eyes squeezed shut, trying to slow his thrusts so that she can breathe. I imagine being in the club, watching her do this, watching the other men watch her. I wonder if it would work. I unzipped in order to have a jay and noticed that my shit was the exact same color as a vienna sausage. This led to another train of speculations....I lost the plot. Never o'd.

It's not fair. You receive more critical acclaim because you jack to your imagination more than I.

 

[Batch]

Looking for my motivation for my organic sedative, I decided spanking would be the way to go tonight. I pulled out a favorite, RGE's Crime in St. Thomas School. Fast forward to the end, and we get to see a teenaged troublemaker, standing nude before a dozen angry teachers and administrators. She covers her privates--god knows why, because you can clearly see her pussy when they strap her down into--what can I call this--the whipping chair. It's little more than a stool with arm and leg straps that keep the victim from covering her buttocks or walking away after being stuck with the cane.

The humiliation is great, the pain is great, but I also like the vindictive sadism on the part of the teachers--some of them female--who smile as the girl cries out in agony. Yeah, doms get me off as much as subs. It's like watching porn of a guy getting a blowjob. It's fun to watch because you know how good it feels.

I lean back in my chair a little bit as I approach Nirvana. I think in this position I am putting weight on my prostate, because I get very full Os when leaning back or lying back.

As her cries of pain become animalistic shrieks for mercy, my mansoup bubbles beneath the skin, and I try and picture myself in the scene. Am I the guy whipping her? Am I one of the teachers watching?

I can't make up my mind, and I'm just a guy jaying behind an invisible wall. I explode into the tissue, rip through it, and let the cum flow over my fist.

I don't notice this at first. I'm too caught up in my O, and I imagine my face expresses the shock and tearful joy of undeserving lottery winner (my twisted grimace looking not unlike the face of a restrained man just witnessing the death of his family before his eyes). I focus on the gunk at hand (on hand) to make sure I don't ruin my pants/the carpet. An ungodly amount of manseed (especially for having jayed earlier in the day), but I am enchanted. It's nice to see that visible representation that shows just how hard I came. I should've taken a picture to remind myself in my old age how happy I was at this moment. Right there in the family photo album, between Disneyland and Hawaii.

Four stars. Thumbs up (four fingers curled). Encore! Encore!

okay, your writing is improving

the imagery is stirring


ideas up

you added to the simmering I have been experiencing, thus you are a contributing factor for the

guilt factor

of my non-contributions.

 

[Batch]

begins as pressure
or it begins as a sigh of joy

alone at last, alone at last


or tired, so tired......kick me over to sleep, please

 

[MechaBlade]

okay, your writing is improving

the imagery is stirring


ideas up

you added to the simmering I have been experiencing, thus you are a contributing factor for the

guilt factor

of my non-contributions.

Thank you.

 

[stirbird]

he wouldn't rosco, if he didn't.
the city lit him up.

Very true, about the first part.

I am not sure what the second part means. The city is smoking Rosco like a reefer?

 

[Batch]

Very true, about the first part.

I am not sure what the second part means. The city is smoking Rosco like a reefer?

the city perhaps

inspires him
or
gives him energy?