Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Wow, snowy.

 

[tortoise]

Greetings Mr. Rathbone, Esq, and Company.

I am currently staying with a friend of mine, who is male, and from all accounts, very good in bed. He's a good friend; I heart him dearly, and though "barkus is willin'" as they say, I have yet to take him up on his offer of mutual comfort. Being nearly 22 and hale and hearty and all that, he is quite the lustful friend, and has no issues at all about wanking with fervor twice, or more daily. He is not too loud when he's loving himself, but we are far out on the lonesome pray-ree, and well, voices (and such) carry. He is becoming very comfortable in his own skin and therefore, with his own sexuality, so after making sure that I am comfortable with the knowledge that he is doing the nasty with himself several times daily, he does not stray from his twice daily habit. Oddly, I'm touched by his sweetness in asking if I was okay with all this, and honoured a bit that he feels so comfortable with me (and our friendship) that my presence in his home does not deter him from his pursuit of the big O. He is very innocent in his pursuit of the Big O; he get laid fairly regularly, but he really just enjoys his body and the things he can do with it. He takes as much pleasure in his weightlifting, his marathons, his eating, all other pleasurable things as he does as well as in his jacking. He loves himself and his body with the sweet innocence of a child. Though he is more experienced than I am, the majority of his sexual and sensual experiences have been so good for him that I feel positively jaded in comparison. My experiences in the sensual arena have not been so great.

That being said, I am perving shamelessly on his jacks.

He doesn't talk to himself, or to his phantom lover, or even verbalize at all. I hear sighs, and gasps, and soft moans. I may hear some phantom movements, the sound of a hand on his cock, some breathy exhalations and such but there are no words in all this! It's as if the pleasure is basic, so simple that it needs no clarification. It makes me hot.

So now after nearly two weeks, I am jacking in sync with my very good friend. My orgasms are harder to achieve, and part of what makes it good for me right now is the shamefulness of my act. I'm hijacking his pleasure, greedily perving on his jacks, perverting the basic innocent goodness of his act. If I try to concentrate on his (fine!) body, on the healthful style of his jacks, I can't come. But if I concentrate on being the bad guy, the spiteful, the Thief of Jacking-Off, I come explosively. Then I see him in the hall later at night, or in the kitchen over coffee in the morning and I'm embarrassed, but he smiles this angelic smile and hugs me. Tells me its alright. This morning I hobbled out towards the bathroom, not bothering with the Wheelie chair, just hobbling on my sticks, and he came out and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead and whispered, "It's good for me too."

I'm not sure if I can handle this unbearable intimacy, but his utter equanimity soothes me. He's at peace with world and gradually, so am I, jacks and all.

This was quite touching, and incredibly hot at the same time. Thank you for sharing!

 

[cjh]

three years ago today this thread erupted onto the gb, so to speak.

i must confess, in those three years i have not wanked once.

also, i am not blind.

and my palms are smooth.

you perverts, on the other hand, must stick to velcro fasteners when you try to open them, assuming you see them in the first place.

merry thread anniversary, rosco. this very well may be the apex of never-ending threads.

 

[snowy ciara]

Thank you Mr. Rathbone, tortoise.... And happy anniversary to the thread! I'll have an extra O tonight in the JOL thread's honour.

 

[rosco rathbone]

three years ago today this thread erupted onto the gb, so to speak.

i must confess, in those three years i have not wanked once.

also, i am not blind.

and my palms are smooth.

you perverts, on the other hand, must stick to velcro fasteners when you try to open them, assuming you see them in the first place.

merry thread anniversary, rosco. this very well may be the apex of never-ending threads.

Holy shit, you are right!

Jesus, to think of all the seed spilled in those three circuits about the sun, both logged and unlogged.

Fellow jackers, I raise my glass to you.

 

[tortoise]

merry thread anniversary, rosco. this very well may be the apex of never-ending threads.

I lustily concur. My favorite neverender by far, at any rate; chock-full of fascinating perverts and their fascinating perversions.

Good work, rapscallion!

<clinks glass>

 

[rimmy]

Three cheers for Rosco, our head jacker.

Hazzah!
Hazzah!
Hazzah!

 

[countrygent36]

We should all Jack to the occasion!!!

 

[Hester]

snowy, great post!

rr, happy thread anniversary!

cracker, how the hell do you survive without wanking?

 

[rimmy]

cracker, how the hell do you survive without wanking?

I hear he outsources his jacks to India.

 

[BoobsNBrains]

I wanked today.

Just sayin'.

 

[hogjack]

I wanked today.

Just sayin'.

It might be easier to track the non-wanking days.

Just from a data volume perspective.

 

[rimmy]

I wanked today.

Just sayin'.

Was it any good?

 

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[Olivia_Yearns]

cracker, how the hell do you survive without wanking?

Does not jack, yet jack is his middle name - I find this terribly poignant.

Tonight I had a happy jack. I'm new to venerable halls of the J.O.L., and on behalf of freshmen, I'd like to say congratulations on your anniversary, and best wishes for many, many jacks to come.

 

[Dionysian Beast]

Snowy - really enjoyed your post!


It was 99 degrees here today - not sure what it is with the heat but sometimes it does something to me. Open window, sun and humid air pouring into the car at 75 miles per hour, and radio turned up I drove home (almost 100% interstate) with the idea that was planted in my head before I left work teasing my senses. I'd already snaked my arms out of my button up shirt and removed it, leaving just a silk tank top. I removed my bra as I sat at the light and let the weight of my breasts hang loose (men don't understand this - but it's one of the best feelings in the world after wearing a bra all day).

I teased my nipples, rubbing the silk against them with one hand as I turned and merged with the traffic onto the interstate. Traffic was heavy for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the drive and then it thinned out some. I contented myself with playing with my breasts and squeezing my pussy muscles through this part of the drive. The air conditioning had kicked in and the cold air blasting from the vents added to the sensitivity of my nipples. The clenching of my muscles had my panties soaked inside my loose cotton pants. As soon as the traffic thinned some I opened the clasp on my pants and pulled the zipper down, slipping my hand into my panties.

(I had put my Whitesnake cd in – tuned to “Slow An’ Easy”... *don’t ask why this song works, ok?... it just does.)

There’s a very sultry rift in the beginning, a slow buildup, and then a strong slow pulsing beat that gets faster – Matching my hand movements to the changing pace of the song, I drove and rubbed my clit and increasingly wet pussy lips. I slowed my hand movements when passing a truck or suv that could see into the car – although I didn’t move my hand. Which added to the excitement. I came as I topped the third to last overpass, right near the end of the song. Eyes fluttering shut as I tried to keep them open and on the road – I lifted my foot from the gas petal (just in case… who wants to be found by the EMTs like this???), and coasted as the spasms of my orgasm rocked through me.

That was fantastic.

 

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[Dionysian Beast]

I bet

Thanks for sharing.

 

[cjh]

snowy, great post!

rr, happy thread anniversary!

cracker, how the hell do you survive without wanking?

rimmy almost got it right.

i'm sexualizing ritual.

it's a hell of a long ritual.

 

[rimmy]

Snowy - really enjoyed your post!


It was 99 degrees here today - not sure what it is with the heat but sometimes it does something to me. Open window, sun and humid air pouring into the car at 75 miles per hour, and radio turned up I drove home (almost 100% interstate) with the idea that was planted in my head before I left work teasing my senses. I'd already snaked my arms out of my button up shirt and removed it, leaving just a silk tank top. I removed my bra as I sat at the light and let the weight of my breasts hang loose (men don't understand this - but it's one of the best feelings in the world after wearing a bra all day).

I teased my nipples, rubbing the silk against them with one hand as I turned and merged with the traffic onto the interstate. Traffic was heavy for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the drive and then it thinned out some. I contented myself with playing with my breasts and squeezing my pussy muscles through this part of the drive. The air conditioning had kicked in and the cold air blasting from the vents added to the sensitivity of my nipples. The clenching of my muscles had my panties soaked inside my loose cotton pants. As soon as the traffic thinned some I opened the clasp on my pants and pulled the zipper down, slipping my hand into my panties.

(I had put my Whitesnake cd in – tuned to “Slow An’ Easy”... *don’t ask why this song works, ok?... it just does.)

There’s a very sultry rift in the beginning, a slow buildup, and then a strong slow pulsing beat that gets faster – Matching my hand movements to the changing pace of the song, I drove and rubbed my clit and increasingly wet pussy lips. I slowed my hand movements when passing a truck or suv that could see into the car – although I didn’t move my hand. Which added to the excitement. I came as I topped the third to last overpass, right near the end of the song. Eyes fluttering shut as I tried to keep them open and on the road – I lifted my foot from the gas petal (just in case… who wants to be found by the EMTs like this???), and coasted as the spasms of my orgasm rocked through me.

arousing as usual FnA. You're quite the addition to our little club.

 

[carverII]

Does "Wishing I could have today" count?

 

[spacekowboy]

Snowy - really enjoyed your post!


It was 99 degrees here today - not sure what it is with the heat but sometimes it does something to me. Open window, sun and humid air pouring into the car at 75 miles per hour, and radio turned up I drove home (almost 100% interstate) with the idea that was planted in my head before I left work teasing my senses. I'd already snaked my arms out of my button up shirt and removed it, leaving just a silk tank top. I removed my bra as I sat at the light and let the weight of my breasts hang loose (men don't understand this - but it's one of the best feelings in the world after wearing a bra all day).

I teased my nipples, rubbing the silk against them with one hand as I turned and merged with the traffic onto the interstate. Traffic was heavy for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the drive and then it thinned out some. I contented myself with playing with my breasts and squeezing my pussy muscles through this part of the drive. The air conditioning had kicked in and the cold air blasting from the vents added to the sensitivity of my nipples. The clenching of my muscles had my panties soaked inside my loose cotton pants. As soon as the traffic thinned some I opened the clasp on my pants and pulled the zipper down, slipping my hand into my panties.

(I had put my Whitesnake cd in – tuned to “Slow An’ Easy”... *don’t ask why this song works, ok?... it just does.)

There’s a very sultry rift in the beginning, a slow buildup, and then a strong slow pulsing beat that gets faster – Matching my hand movements to the changing pace of the song, I drove and rubbed my clit and increasingly wet pussy lips. I slowed my hand movements when passing a truck or suv that could see into the car – although I didn’t move my hand. Which added to the excitement. I came as I topped the third to last overpass, right near the end of the song. Eyes fluttering shut as I tried to keep them open and on the road – I lifted my foot from the gas petal (just in case… who wants to be found by the EMTs like this???), and coasted as the spasms of my orgasm rocked through me.

Hot, but that's to be expected from you in this thread.

Whitesnake?

 

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[spacekowboy]

80's ... what can I say?

At least it could have been Here I Go...

 

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