Jacking-Off Log

[Modern Mephisto]

Never again.

Disappointing to hear.

 

[hogjack]

... I do try hard.

Successfully.

 

[rosco rathbone]

My copy of Norman Mailer's The Executioner's Song was due back at the library soon and I had to read about 400 pages at one sitting. Consequently, my head was swimming with nightmare visions of Utah and all the other wrong-side-of-the-tracks places in this great land.

I was particularly affected by the portrayal of Nicole Barrett, Gilmore's fucked-up, trashy, seductive, poster-girl-for-borderline-personality-disorder girlfriend; who was divorced 3 times by age 20. She really reminded me of a desperate single mother in my own past; a woman with two sons, emotional problems and no job skills whose survival depended on her seductiveness, her beauty and her ability to manipulate men. As might be expected, someone who attracted one after another of a series of violent, possessive, controlling men, using each to extract her from clutches of the previous one; always staying one step ahead with a strange mixture of femme-fatale cunning and utter helplessness; an age-old ability to slip the dagger beneath the emotional armor of a man mixed with a mesmerizing fey innoncence and aura of perpetual victimhood.

For a while, I was one of the designated rescuers, and though I was as cunning as she and eventually slipped free, retaining--I would like to believe,the upper hand-- it certainly left a deep mark on me and consequently, I never wank with her in mind: I find the thought of her painful.

This morning though, as the elevated train thundered by in the distance and my curtains blew about in the grey morning mist; I found myself imagining small towns, welfare checks, second-hand cars that won't start, a man working hard to support a woman who spends all day watching TV and looking at herself in the mirror. He's worried that she's seeing other men while he is at work. I found myself wanking and the image of my single mother came to the mind's eye, splayed face down beneath me, my hand knotted in her hair, forcing her head to the side so that I could see one feline eye, perfect pink lips twisted and gasping. A no condom fuck. In my mind's ear I was saying "I'm gonna put another baby in you, bitch. I'm gonna make you a mommy again and you are never gonna leave me." I came hard, but with a empty lonely twang in my heart.

 

[Guest]

 

[rosco rathbone]

There's a book in you, Rosco

A Life Through The Eyes Of Masturbation

 

[TaintedB]

There's a book in you, Rosco

or 50.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

A Life Through The Eyes Of Masturbation

I'd buy it, even if you are a bit verbose for me at times.

 

[luxey313]

I was awoken by my dream this morning. It was a of a man, a Daddy. Maybe fortelling, maybe a fantasy that drifted into dreamy morning.
Whatever it was, it was certainly deserving.
On my back, legs spread till they hurt, face turned just as such..
I was laying in bed, waiting for him to join me. I do not know if he liked to make me wait, or that he was truly reading the rest of his book.
I had barely drifted off when I felt my arms snatched and tied behind my back.
He pulled his tie off and looped my wrists. The material creating a slight burn when wrenched to insure the tightness.
My thong pulled to the side, arch in my knowing back. Face in the pillow until it was turned to the side by may hair pulled. Wicked whispers in my ear- being taken by Daddy. Good girls get what they are patient for.
Feeling his weight on my back, cheeks and ass slapped, told not to try to get away. Kissing hard, arms wrenched tight with each thrust..moaning his name, only to get fingers shoved as a makeshift gag. Moving too much, thong pulled down and knotted around my ankles. Load blown not until he is ready.
But I am asked where I want it, though I know it is up to him. Just a small test. Just to see my answer.
Knowing his control, knowing the rough usage- fantasy of daddydreaming took me to O.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'd buy it, even if you are a bit verbose for me at times.

i am the modern mefisto of masturbation

My verbose jacks have been known to increase neuron connection speed and firing rate in both Broca's and Weineke's Areas of the cortex, increase the vocabulary, develop higher-order pattern-recognition, problem-solving and other advanced cognitive functions, improve the circulation and complexion, tone the gluteus maximus and resolve marital difficulties.

daddyjack

niiiiiiiice

 

[luxey313]

niiiiiiiice

thanks.. I think.

 

[Guest]

Keeping my eyes on the prize and lowered, I began to fully suck it down my throat as a little girl should. Sucking his cock, pleasing him, serving him as only his own hand would, but warmer and wetter. Him sitting on the couch, me nude from the waist down, on my knees in front of him, my shirt pulled up.
His hips pushing up, his hand holding my head down, my wetness throbbing knowing I am doing well. He is growling sweet nothings in my ear that Daddies only know how to say- words to send serving to the edge.
Tasting his precum, feeling his balls tighten in my mouth. His cock throbbing with each stroke, I have no need to look at him for approval. His look has not left me, I can feel it like a scarlett letter burning me.
Shoving his thickness back into my mouth, taking it to the climax, him shaking and moaning wickedly delicious things to me, insuring to take his orgasm like a pro and wanting to take it all.
His thick seed is errupted in on my face and in my mouth.

be back soon,I have to take a cold shower.

 

[Marquis]

I awaken from my mid afternoon nap at 3pm.

I hit the gym hard yesterday, so in the justice system of my mind I have a free pass to a day of apathy and lethargy. I sat up partially, looked around a little and browsed my mind for something worthy of being awake for. Coming up empty, I laid back down and peered at a bit of the wall through slitted eyes.

I reached down and felt a rock hard erection. Had I been dreaming something erotic? I certainly didn't feel very erotic lying on my dissaray of sheets in my plain boxers with a light funk emanating from my areas of highest olfactory output. I took a moment to contemplate what all my agemates were doing at this time. Off in a land of bliss and innocence no doubt, chasing rainbows and the like.

I gave my blood engorged penis a hard squeeze. Enough to hurt a little. What I wouldn't do for some warm, moist...

Steady mates are out of town. My brain racks for any other intercourse possibilities. Smiling faces pop out of the clouds in my minds eye, all eventually getting a red X and a buzzing noise for one reason or another. One possibility came up and I reach for my phone. It's not in it's usual spot. Fuck it. I probably wouldn't want to anymore by the time she got here anyway, and then I'd have to shower and clean up. I was going to have to handle this one myself. Why, I'm not sure. I generally don't argue with my penis.

I threw the sheets back with dramatic vigor, as if I were about to do something really challenging and fulfilling. I turned the water on in the shower and looked blankly into the bathroom mirror as I waited for it to warm up. 10 minutes must've passed before I snapped out of it, but I was kinda comfortable and getting wet was going to fuck up my zen.

I got in the shower and zoned out for another 10 or 15 minutes as I let the water run across my body and enjoy the nice temperature and cleansing effects. I pour some shampoo into my hands and rub it onto my almost bare scalp, building a decent lather. I turn my back to the shower and begin rubbing my eternally rigid cock with a left hand covered in shampoo foam. Not the best lubricant, but at least when I bust in the shower I don't have to deal with the disgusting by-product. Of course, I could bring lube into the shower, but that seems decadent somehow.

My mind goes digging for fantasies that will get the job done. I think for a moment on my antics of just over a week ago. Two young, pretty girls, holding hands for support as I brought black leather down on their succulent butt cheeks. No response.

Hmmmmm.... I wonder if I do that for me or for them?

My mind wanders through the dozen orgy like scenes of that week, touching and kissing and licking and sucking and fucking... Humping and humping and humping and humping like a dog to the moans and bright eyed voyeurism of the women who bend for me. I think of their faces too much and I am caught daydreaming about lying in bed with them together; full, tender breasts on either side of me. Voices and smells mingling in a soft coo of love like a small litter of puppies cuddled up for warmth. My hand goes still, but my dick makes no moves towards flaccidity. I consider quitting, but then what reason do I have to be awake? I can't go back to sleep. Sometimes I wish I could just cryogenically freeze myself until I have a reason. A good one.

A little tingle of excitement goes through my spine as I begin to recall something I'm almost ashamed to remember. I am penetrating one girl anally, doggy style. She is unused to it and is tight and tense. You could break a 2x4 on her back while I slowly stroke in and out of her obscenely tight ass, amused at her bloodcurdling screams and hisses. I look over at the other one, she is holding her friend and kissing her forehead, obviously empathizing. She looks up at me with muted surprise and maybe a little fear at my utter lack of concern for the one being fucked.

"You're... so... mean." she whispers, more to herself than to me. I grab her face unceremoniously, palm on her cheek, thumb on her forehead, immense fingers curled around the back of her head and stare right in her eyes for the twisted emotional stimulation I crave. She stares at me like a deer caught in headlights and my head swells until I feel it burst. So do they, and we all sigh in individually different forms of relief.

I look down at my cock in the shower and see a spurt of cum is already travelling towards the drain with the water's current. I give my dick a good squueze a pearl of semen forms at the head. I shake it off and watch it meander towards the drain, lost forever.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Good to see that you have something left over for masturbation, dude.

 

[MechaBlade]

"You're... so... mean." she whispers, more to herself than to me.

Awesome. I might bust to this one.

 

[Marquis]

Good to see that you have something left over for masturbation, dude.

The workhorse of sexual modalities.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Awesome. I might bust to this one.

damn, all the roughnecks are out today. When are we going to have one of yours, mecha?

 

[MechaBlade]

damn, all the roughnecks are out today. When are we going to have one of yours, mecha?

Working on it now...

 

[MechaBlade]

Usually, I use mainly pics and video as fodder for my onanistic ritual. I've been reading and writing an occasional erotic story, but I generally cap off my nights watching some painted-up whore get fucked up the ass by Rocco, etc.. Today, purely for variety reasons, I decided to pop off to my imagination, plus it would give me an opportunity to post in the log; something I feel should be required of all Lit members.

This post would have come earlier, but the trouble living with other people and having precious few locks in one's dwelling is that sometimes you just have to wait until everyone's gone/asleep. Such was the case today. I had just begun, when all of a sudden I was forced to stop, leaving me with a case of blue balls so severe that I'm sure it would appear that I was smuggling Grover and the Cookie Monster in my pants to any bystander who happened to unzip my jeans and take a peek. I was in a bad mood for hours.

Tonight, after my multi-hour porn hunt, I felt rather close, so I decided to go to the lavatory to finish up, using my good old imagination for a change. It took a matter of seconds for my mind to focus on a young lady I recently ran into, after not seeing her for several years. I wanted so badly to fuck her back then and, after seeing her again, those feelings remain just as strong now, or perhaps have only become stronger. I almost wish I had a picture of her to upload. Even by the bizarre standards of the men and women of Literotica, she is at least an 8.5.

Being the romantically-inept loser that I am (and she was unavailable anyway), I decided to do the one thing I do best: take a mental picture of her for later. This mental picture came in handy today for my short but thoroughly arousing fantasy. I'll remove the scat portions of this fantasy from this text, as it's a decidely unpopular fetish.

My fantasy was that of a genre I like to call the "God genre," in which I am basically an omnipotent being. Most of my fantasies in this genre do not go directly to orgies with hundreds of women at my beck and call as one might suppose; instead, it usually starts out in reality, with the female not too interested, then I use my powers of "persuasion" (light mind control) to convince them that they are utterly in love with me. We fuck, and then I'll turn off the "persuasion" letting them deal with the confusion of realizing what they just did and why.

Yes, that was a hell of a intro, so here begins the actual fantasy:

I see the girl at a party. We chat and it's quite obvious that her feelings towards me are lukewarm at best. So I began using my Persuasion, and she warms up, her body becoming hotter for me, and lust inhibiting her thinking. Less than a minute later the only thought going through her head is how badly she wants to fuck me and the need to do anything possible to make this happen. I let her know that I'm interested, but only if she'll bring along her cute friend. She knows it will be difficult to convince her friend to join her in a threesome, but she has no choice. If there's even a tiny chance she can convince the friend, then there's a chance I'll fuck her, which is her only life goal at the moment.

She leaves me temporarily and walks over to her friend in another room in the house. I watch them, just out of sight, to see her friend's reaction to the girl's new and unusally strong lust. The girl is trying her best to convince her friend how fun and memorable this will be for the two of them, but I can see the friend is still a bit apprehensive.

She needs my help. Unbeknownst to the girl, I temporarily give her the gift of Persuasion and slowly but surely, the friend comes around, smiling devilishly at the kinky sex they're about to have.

Cut to my house. I'm sitting on the can, getting a blowjob from this fucking beautiful girl who's got skin so lovely she looks like a walking Neutrogena commercial. She's kneeling before me in a shirt and her panties and she keeps looking up into my face to make sure she's providing as much pleasure as possible. She has nothing to worry about, she's performing fantastically. She bobs her head on my cock, using her hand every now and then to stimulate my rod. I tell her idle friend to stick her finger in to this hot bitch's asshole. The friend dips her hand in the hot girl's panties and slides her middle finger up the girl's asshole, causing the hot girl to moan in ecstasy.

I cum so hard it feels like I've injured my prostate.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I find it absolutely facinating to read the men's fantasies in this thread. They are so elaborate and detailed and it seems you really think them through. Don't get me wrong I have a fantasy or two, but it often gets all jumbled up in my head and the details are sketchy. When I actually do masturbate it's often a word or a phrase that sets me off, as opposed to an entire elaborate scene in my head.

I guess that's one of the huge differences in men and women.

Lately, I've been uninspired and unmotivated to masturbate. I've tried a few times to no avail, I get tired and not even close to cumming.

Hope all of you actually cumming are enjoying yourselves.

 

[Marquis]

My fantasy was that of a genre I like to call the "God genre," in which I am basically an omnipotent being. Most of my fantasies in this genre do not go directly to orgies with hundreds of women at my beck and call as one might suppose; instead, it usually starts out in reality, with the female not too interested, then I use my powers of "persuasion" (light mind control) to convince them that they are utterly in love with me. We fuck, and then I'll turn off the "persuasion" letting them deal with the confusion of realizing what they just did and why.

This is pretty much the meat of most of my fantasies as well.

 

[MechaBlade]

When I actually do masturbate it's often a word or a phrase that sets me off, as opposed to an entire elaborate scene in my head.

Clatto Verata Nicto!

Hope all of you actually cumming are enjoying yourselves.

Masturbation is like pizza...

This is pretty much the meat of most of my fantasies as well.

Interesting. I haven't read many stories like this.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

Clatto Verata Nicto!

I haven't seen "Army of Darkness"

Masturbation is like pizza...

I don't like pizza.

Interesting. I haven't read many stories like this.

Isn't there a whole section called "mind control" or something for stories?

 

[Marquis]

Interesting. I haven't read many stories like this.

I've written the introduction to a story that is all about "this". If I ever finish it, it's going to be hot.

 

[Guest]

she squeezes my balls tight and deepthroats my cock, then puts puts a finger under my balls, stroking me to orgasm. She catches it in her warm eager mouth and kisses me. I can taste myself on her lustful lips.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Haha! mecha that's great! "Light mind control"...man. Lots of metaphysical problems and conundrums are suggested by your phraseology. Thtat's the meat and potatoes of masturbation right there.

You and marguis are like east and west coast twins. Kind of like tupac and biggie, or p diddy and whats his name. Great masturbations by both of you, reviving the log with youthful viger.

I threw the sheets back with dramatic vigor, as if I were about to do something really challenging and fulfilling.

lol