Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Iam not ambijackstrous. To pop, I need high speed, deft maneuvering. Perhaps could learn but not overnight. Might just have to take a couple Percocet and go for a narco-jack; fuck the slowly healing tendon.

 

[rosco rathbone]

It has been a wild ride, jackers. First off, I was severely injured; via stigmata-style injury in jacking-hand palm- stabbed, Christ on the crosswise most of the way through my greedy, meaty hand by a razor-sharp steel splinter the thickness of a small nail thrown off by a 7/8" Chicago Pneumatic Powervane™ reamer.

Then, I enjoyed a very rare interlude of bdsemme activity with an acutal human woman and orgasmed about 7 times between Friday night and Sunday morning. (Mostly in the one hole, for you trainspotters.)

I have had no inclination to bust a nut, but I think science will be interested to know when the irredemable urge next rears its nasty head.

 

[Queen Bee]

I awoke this morning from a dream in which nude, oily sunbathers were hurling large, heavy bottles of sunscreen back and forth, over a moat and a courtyard wall. There must have been some erotic component earlier in the dream, because I was wet when I woke up, but I don't remember it.

My husband's furry arm was draped heavily over my waist, and he was snoring peacefully just behind my ear. I thought about waking him, but decided on an efficient, private rub instead. I worked my right arm down under his and used the pads of three fingers to make constrained little circles, pressing down into my labia and feeling the little pebble of a clit slide around beneath them.

It didn't take long to come this way. As I neared orgasm, my arm jiggled faster and I let a little whine slip out, but it didn't wake the sleeping giant. When I came, my back arched and he stirred and growled a little and clutched me tighter in response. It was a completely genito-centric orgasm, a steady, fading throb from clit to perineum. Nice one, but nothing memorable.

 

[Dick Cheyney]

Well, I "bumped" into Tom Daschle in the men's room where we decided upon a quick game of sword play.

No need in even telling you who won. He is such a dove!

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got off a so-so nut; the first since being sucked dry last weekend. Was discussing the specifics of the oral dominations with the suckee and got all tense replaying. Had to go release stress. Good load, yellowish, fan pattern. Organism not too intense due to long build-up.

 

[rosco rathbone]

A Seaside Jack

Running along the hot, windy, salty, empty beach of Okrakoke. NC, I looked before and behind and realized that there was not a soul as far as the eye could see; nor ship upon the sea. I strode down to the water's edge and dropt my Hawaiian floral-print baggies to my ankles.

It's a beautiful beach. The wind and surf roared in my ears as I leisurely worked up a load for the great Sea Mother. No fantasizing; just communion with the powers of wind and wave. I was tired and sweaty from running, I felt good. I struck a wide stance-as wide as my ankled shorts would allow and arched my back. As I came, the slick surf hissed up the sand and coiled about my ankles; catching the droplets and bearing them back out to sea; almost as if the Goddess, whom I envisioned kneeling at my feet, had extended her tongue and received my benediction. At this precise moment, a small plane flew overhead trailing a banner advertising a Happy Hour in Nags Head, NC; and waggled its wings as if in salute.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Another

Seaside running on an empty, endless beach is condusive to hallucination, mirage and fancy. I could shut my eyes, navigate by sound of surf to starboard and feel of sand to port, and run for a quarter mile without opening them; and when I did open them, the same shimmering, Death-Valley vista was there, changeless. My pace is not fast, just a loping shuffle, sustainable forever; which I suddenly intuit must have been preferred by our nomadic, hunting forefathers.

My mind is open and empty; when sexual thoughts come crowding in all of a sudden, I don't ignore them, but stop, look up and down the beach-all clear- and drop my baggies for another seaside jack. This time, a heat-stoked fancy rises fully-formed to my mind's eye: I am MC and judge of an Atlantic-city style contest; the object of which is to please me orally. Onstage in hot, bright lights (the sun overhead filling this role, spilling over into the space between the darkness of the inner theatre and the brilliant, surf-sparkling light surrounding my physical self), the crowded audience felt but unseen. I wear a red and blue, spangly, rhinestoney circus-ringmaster/ Mick-Jagger-dressed-as-Uncle-Sam ensemble of top hat and tails. The contestants are all skankily, man-pleasingly hot; ala Pamela Lee Anderson, from all nations. This is a no-holds-barred "freestyle" contest and they have all gone to great lengths to win, many of them modifying their bodies through plastic surgery in order to maximize my lust and the strength of my orgasm. She who can get me off the fastest shall win the crown. Some have had their teeth removed, others have had their lips swollen hugely with injections. Each strikes an attitude likely to please me (always cringing and submissive), trainers and coaches trade notes on my likes backstage. Word gets out of the crucial maneovre: a cool, solicitious hand must stroke and finger my salty, beachside-shrivelled, sandy walnut of a nut sack. It revolutionizes the contest and becomes the standard method; much as Fosbury's Flop became the standard for high-jumpers. I stand on the stage, legs wide; cock flopping out through my spangly zipper, as the winning contestant kneels before me in the final round....such a performance has never been seen; she brings me to conclusion almost instantly...the crowd roars.....no, it's just the sound of the surf, which accepts my paltry offering and bears it away to the palace of Neptune.

 

[rosco rathbone]

This morning, jackt while thinking of the phrase "prepare your girl hole for usage": she lies in precisely the way I like, face down over the edge of the bed, legs hanging off, places two pillows beneath her hips in order to angle them to suit me, and reaches around behind her back to swab a palmful of lube into her two hole, which is very tight and tends to require a lot of looseing-up and stretching before i can fit all the way in without catching half-way or bottoming out. Then she lies placid and passive. I am into this lately, the idea of making the passive partner perform all the preparations, for instance removing my shoes, shocks and pants before a suck or positioing and lubing her body for rough usage. Anyway, a fairly good nut.

 

[Queen Bee]

.... The second recurring thought I've had is of vaginal fisting. Occasionally I'm the fistee, but mostly I'm the fister, one arm stretched across her hipbones, holding her down, gripping the satiny flesh there. The other hand is folded inside, feeling her warm pulse and the drag of wet silk; my movements are infinitely gentle and restrained. I've never actually done this, so why do I feel it like a muscle memory, as certain as steering a car? If I ever do fist a woman, I will tell you if my feeling was true....

It was mostly true! Even squelchier than I'd imagined, with great, noisy sucking sounds. I was able to move my fist about more than I thought, too; she could have taken a larger fist than mine, certainly. It was amazing to see.

Sorry to post off-topic, but I have done no jacking at all lately. I hardly have a minute to myself these days.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off yesterday very close on the heels of the one reported above. Astounding virility for a 36-year-old man. This one was all about looking down on the head of a fellatrix who was wearing the Betsy Ross cap described in Black Activity, see link below.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I searched for "Asian/ Black/ Hispanic/ Photo Only" in bdsm personals and worked up a load browsing. Now I feel drained, tired, cheap and sad. My control is too good, I jack for a long time right at the edge of nutting, and when I do conclude, it's just a valves spurting thing.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got one off under circumstances I can't go into here. Satisfying.

 

[MrBates]

My Latest Contribution

Ok, here's my latest. I figure it qualifies as a jack, even though all I really did was hold it and let the water do the work.

I don't usually masturbate in the shower. I don't have a hand held massager or anything in my shower. I have used them before, and had tried to get myself off with them, and they would certainly give me some good feelings; and could get me close, but I always needed a little something *extra* to get over the edge in order to have an orgasm. That is, until this morning.

I hadn't gotten into the shower intending to masturbate or anything, but it just sort of happened. I was washing my groin; got it good and lathered up. My cock was just hanging there, not hard or anything. I ran my hand over it; and my balls; and the nest of pubes around it, and then started rinsing. I was a bit playful, so I took my soft cock and twisted it so that my sensitive little ridge was pointing up, and there was one stream of water from the shower head that was unusually steady; and was falling in slightly broken droplets in a very nice rhythm. It was just an accident that I happened to find that particular stream, but it hit in just the right spot. And it felt VERY good.

So instead of continuing to rinse, I decided just to hold it there for a bit. Usually, the stream seems to change or move around after a few seconds when I do that, but not this morning. It was hitting in JUST the right spot. I started getting hard.

As I grew more and more erect, it was difficult to keep my cock twisted at just the right angle, but I managed. The bigger it got, the more force it took. But it felt so good, I didn't want to quit. I tried pushing it straight up, flat against my belly, but the stream wouldn't hit it in the right spot, so I twisted around again and got it back. I bent my knees just a bit. These feelings were quite nice.

I could tell I was getting really excited. The tingles began to permeate thru my body. My cock felt VERY good. Different from what it feels like when I jerk it; but the same in some ways too. The closer I got, the better it felt. My cock began to twitch as I held it, twisted. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, and now knew that it was probably going to happen. This was a first....previous shower attempts like this had always gotten me close, but not there. I could tell this one would get me all the way there.

It was neat to watch my cock twitch. I could feel the orgasm hit me. It twitched even more. I could feel my cock pumping like it was shooting semen, but nothing was coming out. That was a bit different. It twitched and pumped; my knees wobbled a bit; but I held firm and enjoyed the sensations.

Then it was over. I got that relaxed feeling, where my cock gets really sensitive to the touch.
As I let it go, it untwisted. That's when I got a surprise. The twisting had evidently caused enough restriction to the urethea that the semen couldn't pass, and as I released my cock from being twisted, all of a sudden it started gushing cum. Not spurting it like from an orgasm; but more like just being allowed to flow out by gravity. That was new...and completely different.

Anyway, I thought you might enjoy the details.
Needless to say, I've got a big grin on my face this morning. No one here knows why, either.

 

[Queen Bee]

Got one off under circumstances I can't go into here. Satisfying.

Tease.

Interesting technique, Mr. Bates!

Well, the urgent, keening ovulatory horniness is upon me. The main characteristic of this time is a dizzyingly exquisite olfactory awareness that sends zings of primitive cocklust straight to my swollen cunt. A man walks by -- any man; it really doesn't matter much at this time -- and my nostrils flare slightly; my pupils dilate. I cross my legs and squirm a little in the chair.

So last night was another occasion for fiddling the bean while wearing the alpha male's dirty T-shirt. I was listening to a sound file of a woman masturbating wetly and coming hard, ejaculating audibly and cursing a blue streak. I listened to it several times, pressing my vibrator insistently against my clit until I came, thighs tautly braced, legs tingling. It was an intense orgasm, and I didn't feel like having another, but I somehow wasn't really sated, either.

Usually I need to get off by focusing on actual printed words, or on an imagined sensation. This was the first audiogasm that I can recall.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I never had an audiogasm.

I need to jack right now, but my dick is too sore from jacking. Oh, soothing lotion.

 

[Ginny]

Re: My Latest Contribution

Ok, here's my latest. I figure it qualifies as a jack, even though all I really did was hold it and let the water do the work.

I don't usually masturbate in the shower. I don't have a hand held massager or anything in my shower. I have used them before, and had tried to get myself off with them, and they would certainly give me some good feelings; and could get me close, but I always needed a little something *extra* to get over the edge in order to have an orgasm. That is, until this morning.

I hadn't gotten into the shower intending to masturbate or anything, but it just sort of happened. I was washing my groin; got it good and lathered up. My cock was just hanging there, not hard or anything. I ran my hand over it; and my balls; and the nest of pubes around it, and then started rinsing. I was a bit playful, so I took my soft cock and twisted it so that my sensitive little ridge was pointing up, and there was one stream of water from the shower head that was unusually steady; and was falling in slightly broken droplets in a very nice rhythm. It was just an accident that I happened to find that particular stream, but it hit in just the right spot. And it felt VERY good.

So instead of continuing to rinse, I decided just to hold it there for a bit. Usually, the stream seems to change or move around after a few seconds when I do that, but not this morning. It was hitting in JUST the right spot. I started getting hard.

As I grew more and more erect, it was difficult to keep my cock twisted at just the right angle, but I managed. The bigger it got, the more force it took. But it felt so good, I didn't want to quit. I tried pushing it straight up, flat against my belly, but the stream wouldn't hit it in the right spot, so I twisted around again and got it back. I bent my knees just a bit. These feelings were quite nice.

I could tell I was getting really excited. The tingles began to permeate thru my body. My cock felt VERY good. Different from what it feels like when I jerk it; but the same in some ways too. The closer I got, the better it felt. My cock began to twitch as I held it, twisted. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, and now knew that it was probably going to happen. This was a first....previous shower attempts like this had always gotten me close, but not there. I could tell this one would get me all the way there.

It was neat to watch my cock twitch. I could feel the orgasm hit me. It twitched even more. I could feel my cock pumping like it was shooting semen, but nothing was coming out. That was a bit different. It twitched and pumped; my knees wobbled a bit; but I held firm and enjoyed the sensations.

Then it was over. I got that relaxed feeling, where my cock gets really sensitive to the touch.
As I let it go, it untwisted. That's when I got a surprise. The twisting had evidently caused enough restriction to the urethea that the semen couldn't pass, and as I released my cock from being twisted, all of a sudden it started gushing cum. Not spurting it like from an orgasm; but more like just being allowed to flow out by gravity. That was new...and completely different.

Anyway, I thought you might enjoy the details.
Needless to say, I've got a big grin on my face this morning. No one here knows why, either.

oooooohhh, MrBates....so fucking hottt.....damnnn....the water...mmmmmm godd...


i love this thread.....

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got another one off yesterday; under questionable circumstances.

 

[MrBates]

Re: Re: My Latest Contribution

oooooohhh, MrBates....so fucking hottt.....damnnn....the water...mmmmmm godd...


i love this thread.....

*grinz*

Actually, Ginny....the thought of you snapping a pic or two for your collection of what I was doing in the shower DID cross my mind.........

 

[rosco rathbone]

Two jacks this week, so fuckin dull as to be barely worth reporting. But in the interests of science and of logging my hormonal ups and downs, I must mention them. Both short, quick spurts, mainly bodily relief.

 

[Image]

Sure... in the interest of science and all.

The last 4 of 5 nights I masturbated... all between the hours of 4AM- 6AM. Couldn't sleep? I don't know... The fantasies were great but the orgasms only so so...

I think I need the setup and anticipation for a really good session.

I promise to report more thoroughly in the future... I fuckin' need some outside mental stimulation. I might be bored lately

 

[The Dipsomaniac]

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[Selflessness]

interesting thread...
i have nothing to report today...

 

[rosco rathbone]

BRING BACK THE JACK

I've been jacking regularly, once/day about 11AM when I wake up from my nap.

It's all part of my routine to summon up morning energy.

I've been concentrating on remembering the oral technique of my favorite fellatrixes. Those that know the secret of the ass---and the balls.

been shootin in the sink.

Apparently, any man that jacks daily for over 6 months is clinically paraphiliac--"hypersexual"...a diagnostic indicator of rapists and lust murderers.

I pet kitties and help old ladies across the street.

 

[Dietrich K.]

I'll be doing it in about a half an hour.

 

[P. B. Walker]

I'll be skipping the nightly jerk since the FB is on the way over.