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I've been jacking four and five times a day for 3 weeks now, and I'm still going strong. However, seed production is down. That is why my last jack was so odd.

I was thinking about making money selling female ass and that got me very stimulated. I kept stretching it out and running various iceberg-slim style scenarios though my head.

Finally when I could hold it no longer, I Oed, and it was a doozie. For weeks I haven't been able to come up with anything more than a blot the size of a raison. All of a sudden, a.....I don't know what you call it. It was a powerful ejaculation of dispersed droplets that sprayed out in a perfect "umbrella" or "fountain" shape, some flying as far as several feet. It seemed to have the slow-motion hang-time of a chrysanthemum bomb going off at a Fourth Of July fireworks display.

I lay there, pants around knees, chin on chest, looking down and scratching my head in a dumbfounded manner. Then I started chuckling, thinking about what that o would have done to a womb. I'm dangerous, I pop off like that sometimes and can't even tell when it's coming. Catch me during an actual sex act and I might knock an ovary out of place.

Full speed ahead and damn the ovaries.

Yeah, those "ballistic seed" events can catch one by surprise.
 
Ahhhh, interesting idea. I'm going to have to work on my technique. I'm not a squirter so I shall perhaps perfect the Damp Hand Slap.

SPLATT!!

There! Take that you irritating person! Don't let me find you've washed that pussy off your face, either or there'll be hell to pay!


Okay, now I've got the giggles. I could stand folks up in a line and give them a Stooge Slap, up one side and down the other.
I want to add Damp Hand Slap to urbandictionary.com

There is no more seed in me.

Seed is all I got yo.

For the first time, I contemplate the merits of getting fucked in the ass.

So what if you're seedless? God gave you fists for a reason.
 
Pimping fantasies are ubiquitous.

The other day, I found out my black bitch sucked off a corny white dude a few months ago and I was quite proud of myself for being able to laugh it off.

I can't say at this point, how far I would be willing to test that lack of insecurity, but I can understand the appeal.
 
Pimping fantasies are ubiquitous.

The other day, I found out my black bitch sucked off a corny white dude a few months ago and I was quite proud of myself for being able to laugh it off.

I can't say at this point, how far I would be willing to test that lack of insecurity, but I can understand the appeal.

Bitches come and go, but pimpin' is forever.

-Confucius
 
I am about 3000 miles from my girl. I have been gone for over a month now, and the tension has been getting worse and worse. I have been wondering if she is masturbating daily like I have. I hope so. Maybe I'll ask her next time we talk.

I spent the morning on literotica, reading posts, which got my blood flowing right off the bat. Then i watched some videos over at redtube.com -- a blonde girl masturbating to orgams. My girl is blonde, I imagine it is her touching herself and me watching. Im throbbing, but I don't touch myself at all while I watch 3 or 4 2 min videos of the same girl touching herself. Then I watch a cumshot collection. I love to see cum all over a woman's face, in her mouth, dripping from her chin to her chest. It's so freaking sexy!

The sensation is unbearable now. I had to the shower. Once inside, with the hot water pouring over my body. I sit down on the the built in platform (is it meant to be a seat, or just a table top for shower products? Im not sure, but I sit on it anyways)

I position the shower head so it is hitting me in the chest and the water runs down my body. I begin to fondle myself, messaging my balls and lightly stroking my cock. My mind goes to an ongoing fantasy. I get home early from work, and hear a noise in the bedroom. I quietly make my way down the hallway. I hear my girl wimpering. I peak in the room, the door is half open. She is lying on the bed, completely naked, touching herself. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't see me. She is moaning, squeezing her tits and moving her hand fast over her clit. Within moments my pants are down and I too am touching myself. I move closer to her. By this time I am completely naked. Now I am standing at the edge of the bed, stoking myself right next to her. I love to watch a girl masturbate! I am about to explode. Her hand reaches over and caresses my balls. She knows I am there! She knew the whole time! she planned this. She is amazing. She looks over at me with a smirk. Now we are watching eachother. She increases her pace, I can tell by the look on her face she is getting close. I could burst at any moment. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body convulses and quivers and she lets out a huge moan. I get right next to her and let loose. My cum splashes on her face, neck, and tits. She doesn't mind, she looks as if it enhances her orgasm. She is still lightly touching herself with one hand, rubbing my cum all over her body with the other. Im in pure bliss. I climb on top of her and we kiss deeply, I can taste me cum. I help her clean up ;)

In real life, I have moved to a standing position, the water on my back. My explosion of cum splashes on the wall and lands on the seat in the shower. I

I can't wait to get home. That was yesterday. After reliving the experience, I believe it's time for my shower again......
 
15 Day Moratorium On Masturbation

With vitality at a low following a truly amazing 3-week masturbation spree, I've picked the day of the new moon to get on the jacking wagon and recharge.

I've not jacked in 24 hours and so far, have no urges to report. I will update this experiment every day.

I urge others to join me in continence.
 
Retaining seed is TRULY the key to a man's power.

Why this is not taught in the schools is beyond me.

I have been on this tip for a while now, where I attempt sex without ejaculation. It's very challenging, but I think you would find my findings to be absolutely fascinating.

I am with you on the 15 days of no ejaculation.

I have little girls that need genital penetration to feel whole, but I will be making my best attempt to compete regardless.
 
Once upon a time, my body didn't produce enough lubricant... I think I've conditioned it otherwise, now.

Glass dildo, fingers flying over my clit... and images of my slutty little submissive licking my pussy.



Lovely.

Glass dildoes are teh awesum.

Slutty little submissives, ditto.
 
I have little girls that need genital penetration to feel whole, but I will be making my best attempt to compete regardless.

Your example is apropos.

The art and science of continence was first developed by Chinese sages whose duty it was to advise the Emperor.

It's not for nothing that they thought of women as "sexual vampires". The Emperors of China at that time had hundred of wives and concubines.

Refraining from masturbation is childs play when compared to refraining from vaginal discharge; especially over the long haul.
 
With vitality at a low following a truly amazing 3-week masturbation spree, I've picked the day of the new moon to get on the jacking wagon and recharge.

I've not jacked in 24 hours and so far, have no urges to report. I will update this experiment every day.

I urge others to join me in continence.

Retaining seed is TRULY the key to a man's power.

Why this is not taught in the schools is beyond me.

I have been on this tip for a while now, where I attempt sex without ejaculation. It's very challenging, but I think you would find my findings to be absolutely fascinating.

I am with you on the 15 days of no ejaculation.

I have little girls that need genital penetration to feel whole, but I will be making my best attempt to compete regardless.

Interesting. I've masturbated four or five times in the last two days, stopping short of ejaculating. Long lazy languid sessions, slow and easy. When is that new moon?
 
I woke up from this really strange dream today where I was strapped to a hospital bed, feet locked into the stirrups and a bright blinding light overhead. I was naked, and the strap across my torso was positioned so it painfully mashed my breasts upwards towards my chin, hiding my view down over my belly. I felt something there, something cold but smooth prodding at the enterance to my cunt, and when I shifted the smidgen there was this crackling sound and then a SNAP! against my clit. The shock of it made me scream, which is when I became aware of the tape sealing my mouth shut. More prodding from the cold object while my clit sizzled from the sting. My lips gave way under the pressure, and I felt the smooth, hard instrument, which I assumed now could only be made of some kind of metal, press it's way into my passage. The temperature more than the actual size or feel of it invading my cunt was the greater discomfort. My hips once more recoiled. SNAP! Another zap to my poor clit, this time making it pound out the tempo of my heartbeat in anger. Muffled, my cry of agony and outrage went no further than my own ears. Deeper still, and shapped to fit though the width was becoming an issue. It was a bad angle my hips were at and I couldn't move or tilt my hips to help my sheath accomodate the invader. 4 inches now, 5 and moving steadily in, stretching to the point I thought I might split in two, 6 and closing in on what I already knew would be my limit but with no signs of slowing. Such an uncomfortable angle, instinctively I shifted, a split second before remembering why it was my clit was beating out it's protest and sure enough, SNAP! Fucking hell, it was like a cattle prod zapping against my poor little clit, and now that she was thrice abused in such manner, her sensitivity on the highest level, the only action was reaction. Each jolt brought a wail from my lungs and a twisting rebellion from my hips, and each of those was answered by yet another zap....

to be continued.
 
I woke up from this really strange dream today where I was strapped to a hospital bed, feet locked into the stirrups and a bright blinding light overhead. I was naked, and the strap across my torso was positioned so it painfully mashed my breasts upwards towards my chin, hiding my view down over my belly. I felt something there, something cold but smooth prodding at the enterance to my cunt, and when I shifted the smidgen there was this crackling sound and then a SNAP! against my clit. The shock of it made me scream, which is when I became aware of the tape sealing my mouth shut. More prodding from the cold object while my clit sizzled from the sting. My lips gave way under the pressure, and I felt the smooth, hard instrument, which I assumed now could only be made of some kind of metal, press it's way into my passage. The temperature more than the actual size or feel of it invading my cunt was the greater discomfort. My hips once more recoiled. SNAP! Another zap to my poor clit, this time making it pound out the tempo of my heartbeat in anger. Muffled, my cry of agony and outrage went no further than my own ears. Deeper still, and shapped to fit though the width was becoming an issue. It was a bad angle my hips were at and I couldn't move or tilt my hips to help my sheath accomodate the invader. 4 inches now, 5 and moving steadily in, stretching to the point I thought I might split in two, 6 and closing in on what I already knew would be my limit but with no signs of slowing. Such an uncomfortable angle, instinctively I shifted, a split second before remembering why it was my clit was beating out it's protest and sure enough, SNAP! Fucking hell, it was like a cattle prod zapping against my poor little clit, and now that she was thrice abused in such manner, her sensitivity on the highest level, the only action was reaction. Each jolt brought a wail from my lungs and a twisting rebellion from my hips, and each of those was answered by yet another zap....

to be continued.

Hurry up!!!!
 
Your example is apropos.

The art and science of continence was first developed by Chinese sages whose duty it was to advise the Emperor.

It's not for nothing that they thought of women as "sexual vampires". The Emperors of China at that time had hundred of wives and concubines.

Refraining from masturbation is childs play when compared to refraining from vaginal discharge; especially over the long haul.

I am forever humbled by your words, Master.

It is a terrifying revelation, to gain glimpses of the great duties of man.
 
Your example is apropos.

The art and science of continence was first developed by Chinese sages whose duty it was to advise the Emperor.

It's not for nothing that they thought of women as "sexual vampires". The Emperors of China at that time had hundred of wives and concubines.

Refraining from masturbation is childs play when compared to refraining from vaginal discharge; especially over the long haul.

i refrain from vaginal discharge whenever humanly possible.
 
So far, so good.

Last night, I managed to penetrate my live-in without giving up the seed, much as she did scramble for it as things got excited.

I slept victorious.

Is this day 1 or day 2?
 
this morning fresh out of the shower balls freshly shaved. Sitting in front of the computer, cock ring on, balls tied tighly with thin rope, squirming on the butt plug in my ass. Brought my self close 4 times then shoot a huge load all over my chest.
Rating 8 !
 
Day 2

A slight increase in lewd thoughts, but otherwise, piece of cake.

Jacked this morning thinking about slow deep sleepy, biological morning anal.

Rolling over onto an ass and just getting back to the Pre-Cambrian ooze. Having a rectal orgasm that's like long steady pulses of seed, phlegmatic and cold-blooded, a transmission of essences to a cloaca.....like watching bugs fuck.

Did not o.
 
Retaining seed is TRULY the key to a man's power.

Why this is not taught in the schools is beyond me.

I have been on this tip for a while now, where I attempt sex without ejaculation. It's very challenging, but I think you would find my findings to be absolutely fascinating.

I am with you on the 15 days of no ejaculation.

I have little girls that need genital penetration to feel whole, but I will be making my best attempt to compete regardless.

Fuck, are we doing this now?

I shall attempt this retention of vitality, but this is a hell of a week to do it. This is my last week of free time and in a few days I might run into an ex.

*sigh*

8 hours down. Last one was to make up for shitty jack earlier that day where I came without seeming to orgasm at all.


Ohmmmmm.
 
The mutual o, holy grail of post-1970s sexuality, is a zero sum game.

Although men lose raw chi every time they O, under any circumstances, I have discovered that not allowing the female to O as well provides some counterbalance....through an as-yet undiscovered mechanism, no doubt involving the give and take in the orgone bubble. At best though, this is a slow trickling loss of chi as opposed to a catastrophic bleedout.

With a continent lover, a woman can o like a beast and chi is not depleted.
 
In my fantasies, I have become a size queen. Not only is it all about cock; it is all about big, thick cock. It has been accompanied by this level of desperation to not only be filled, but to be filled beyond a comfort level.

And, although not typically my desire, I have even been flirting with anal fantasies. I know that uncomfortable fullness in my ass, that pain that comes from something being too large inside of me. And, while my fingers can't seem to create that too full feeling in my cunt, all it takes is one finger in my ass and I feel stretched and invaded.

It is a nice return to a level of normality, though, to simply be able to fantasize about something that is almost mundane.
 
The mutual o, holy grail of post-1970s sexuality, is a zero sum game.

Although men lose raw chi every time they O, under any circumstances, I have discovered that not allowing the female to O as well provides some counterbalance....through an as-yet undiscovered mechanism, no doubt involving the give and take in the orgone bubble. At best though, this is a slow trickling loss of chi as opposed to a catastrophic bleedout.

With a continent lover, a woman can o like a beast and chi is not depleted.
Poppycock. Women drain chi when they drain your balls. The only consolation to be had when they O is the swelling of ego that supplants the shrinking of chi.


In my fantasies, I have become a size queen. Not only is it all about cock; it is all about big, thick cock. It has been accompanied by this level of desperation to not only be filled, but to be filled beyond a comfort level.

And, although not typically my desire, I have even been flirting with anal fantasies. [yada yada hot shit]

You shall not tempt me woman!
 
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