Jacking-Off Log

[MechaBlade]

Although this is slightly off-topic it's related: for the first time, I had a dream about wacking off the other day and it worried me. I usually dream about sex. If I was dreamingabout flogging the dolphin, then I must be doing something wrong.

Anyway, in the dream I was picturing two lasses I've known, each one slurping on one of my nether orifices. It was unusual in the way that I'd never imagined these two as a combo before while crowning the bishop, due mainly to the fact that when I spank to the fantasy of two women, I usually think of women that are either friends in real life or have similar physical characteristics. But it seemed to work well enough in the dream, so I tested this mental image soon after waking.

 

[rosco rathbone]

(also posted to "Fisting")

I attempted self-fisting last night, with imperfect but encouraging results.

I was extremely wet when I began, and I used some lube, although not as much as I thought I'd need. I tried it in the "tripod squat" position, as well as in the position Esclava described, and they worked equally well, but I soon tired of the squat. In order to try it lying down, I had to scoot very close to the wall, so that resting my feet there brought my knees up by my ears.

It really only took a few minutes to go through the progressive stations of the fingers, 1234. With some slight stinging and stretching, I was able to get all five fingertips in, and I worked that for quite a while, eventually making progress to knuckle deep. Then, frustratingly, I couldn't quite negotiate the curve required to slide in the rest of the hand. I need to experiment a bit more with positioning. Maybe pillows under my hips as well as shoulders.

As far as sensation goes, I was so distracted by the logistics that I really wasn't getting a great deal out of it. Afterward, I fucked myself with a dildo for a while, but by then my arousal had been so diffuse and prolonged, and the stimulation so different from my usual quick, powerful, clitoral variety, that I just sort of tapered off without orgasm. It was nice, though. Worth a second spelunking expedition.

Swear to god, I never heard of self fisting before. You are an original, flea.

Very interesting, Mechablade. Also, your use of italics for the word "dream" reminds me of CC. Are you a dreamer ?

Let's hear more jacks from you, sir.

 

[Queen Bee]

I never thought of it before Esclava mentioned it on the "Fisting" thread in BDSM Talk.

For visuals, see http://www.fistinglessons.com

 

[rosco rathbone]

I never thought of it before Esclava mentioned it on the "Fisting" thread in BDSM Talk.

For visuals, see http://www.fistinglessons.com

much love to you from my posse, flea

 

[YerHmblNarrator]

Yesterday's News

At the gentle prompting of a good friend, I will relate just how good my day was yesterday.

Sitting at home yesterday, going over a light scientific text, I received an instant message from a lady friend that I met here. We began our little dance in the usual way. Light friendly banter, the how's and what's of our "presentable" lives, began the discourse. Soon video camera's were relaying our megapixels across the nation. We moved on to heavier, intellectual, conversations. But rather than get our blood boiling over societal imperfections, we decided to move on to more pleasant topics.

Sooner than later, I was gazing upon a perfect set of large breasts. I stood to relieve myself of my shorts, cock bouncing in the camera. This was only the third time we've done this, and damn it all if I wasn't ready to explode already. But she would rather tease me. So at her coaxing, I teased my cock, rubbing lightly, mimicking her typed fellating. Soon, she promised me things that no woman has yet accomplished. My fevered strokes finally let me release, and I pumped, two fisted, hard at the camera. My ejaculate shot with a convulsing rhythm three feet through the air, coating my camera and desk with three days worth of stored semen.

Then my wife came home and gave me the ride of my life. But that is better saved for a different thread.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: Yesterday's News

At the gentle prompting of a good friend, I will relate just how good my day was yesterday.

Sitting at home yesterday, going over a light scientific text, I received an instant message from a lady friend that I met here. We began our little dance in the usual way. Light friendly banter, the how's and what's of our "presentable" lives, began the discourse. Soon video camera's were relaying our megapixels across the nation. We moved on to heavier, intellectual, conversations. But rather than get our blood boiling over societal imperfections, we decided to move on to more pleasant topics.

Sooner than later, I was gazing upon a perfect set of large breasts. I stood to relieve myself of my shorts, cock bouncing in the camera. This was only the third time we've done this, and damn it all if I wasn't ready to explode already. But she would rather tease me. So at her coaxing, I teased my cock, rubbing lightly, mimicking her typed fellating. Soon, she promised me things that no woman has yet accomplished. My fevered strokes finally let me release, and I pumped, two fisted, hard at the camera. My ejaculate shot with a convulsing rhythm three feet through the air, coating my camera and desk with three days worth of stored semen.

Then my wife came home and gave me the ride of my life. But that is better saved for a different thread.

Now this is what I'm talkin about people. This is a jack.

On a stylistic note, the reference to "some light scientific texts" is perfect. Just the sort of humorous touch needed to enliven a jack.

 

[Queen Bee]

Happy to share, Rosco.

Welcome, Mechablade and YerHmblNarrator! YHN, that sounds like quite an ejaculation. Thanks for posting.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got off another one this morning; about 5AM. I was lying awake; feeling the usual existential horror and fear of aging, sickness, and a death alone in a furnished room. Outside, in the hazy dawn, a group of youths were conversing animatedly. I am asuming that they had been out all night in the discoteques and clubs and were loath to call it a night and retire. Usually; this would have irritated me and I might have flung up the sash and leaned out, bleary eyed with grey unshaven face, codger-style, to deliver an imprecation or three. (I am well known amongst the local youth of my building as an irritable sleepy head who is always breaking up sidewalk parties and mini-motorcycle street rallies with curses and the oft-repeated assertion that decent working folk are asleep). But this morning I laid as if stunned.

As their voices drifted in the window, I fumbled on my sweaty cot and began stroking my soft tool; an autonomic comfort-seeking reaction generated by the hindbrain. It is often possible to work backwards from deeds to thoughts; for instance, a scared man, undertaking a feared action, will often find courage grow where none existed. In my case, I was hoping for a flood of warm and pleasurable sexual thoughts to soothe my fevered soul. And thoughts came, repetitive and all-encompassing:

"How am I going to install my air conditioner so that it won't fall out?"

Yes, it turned out to be an air-conditioner jack. ALthough there were a couple of fleeting images of hindquarters glimpsed as if through a glass darkly, I jacked mechanically as I thought about where I was going to borrow a power screwdriver and whether I ought not to just say fuck it and block the thing up with a couple of bricks or 2x4s.

SUprisingly, ejaculation time arrived, and I got up as if to relieve myself, went to the ejaculation basin and shot a load.

Now curiously, it was a rather strong orgasm; and I was intensely aware, all of a sudden, of a long series of tiny sacs, ducts and valves in my very core, exploding one after the other in a sequence like a chain of firecrackers. I could FEEL the seed on it's journey from the depths of my balls, vesicles, and what have you, almost in "slow motion", as if I were being given a lesson in my own workings. Perhaps, this is a result of attention unclouded by emotions or sexual thoughts.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off; this afternoon, under relatively normal circumstances both internal and external.

With my new AC humming away in the window--a typical trailer court installation job with lots of duct tape--I lay back in my armchair and contemplated oral servitudes past and futuristic.

The first locust of this years plague flew in and out again. Teeny boppers in short shorts passed on the streets below.

Armchair sucks was my theme. There's something about them. I tried hard to focus on remembered details of a swirly tongue and a soft throat. At conclusion time, I shot an utterly unmemorable load. One of ten thousand.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Jacks: some are as alike as pebbles on a beach, and some stand out with a certain flare that earmarks them always for memory.

Last night and this morning, I got off two of the former. Some say that no two snowflakes are alike; but stand outside in a blizzard and try to tell two of them apart.

I am living in a blizzard of self-administered organisms.

Both jacks began while lying on my sweaty cot, fantasizing about oral servitude, and trying to recapture the swirls of an attentive tongue that'd often pleased me in the past. An observer or spy cam might have seen me roll from side to side in the gloaming and occasionally mutter some broken phrase...the bubbling-to-the-surface of what in the murky depths was a shouted command of triumph, perhaps.

Both ended over the basin of my Roman ejaculatorium, as I sent the best of me to join their comrades in the wastewater systems of Queens.

That's two more jacks, another day. Who's to say that a man's jacks aren't the X's with which a prisoner counts the calendar days; marking down the weeks until his release from this penitentiary we call "life"?

 

[Queen Bee]

A very quick, furtive, mechanically-induced one last night.

The consort came home half-crippled from an extra-long work week, so I tenderly anointed him with liniment and used the Wahl coil vibe to loosen his spasming back muscles. After a while, he hobbled off to make some tea, and I pressed the vibe against the crotch of my pants, on its strongest setting. There was no fantasty, not really even much arousal: it was just done in the spirit of getting off as quickly and efficiently as possible, because I was sure he was too crippled to fuck me later. I was mistaken.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Once again dear friends it is time to talk of jacks and such.

Here's the log update:

MONDAY: No jacks to report Sir!!!

TUESDAY: In the early morn; I was awaked by a painful sore throat; product of hay fever. I tossed and moaned for a while; then took matters in hand and squeezed off a bed jack. Rare for me: Although I often jack in bed; I always get up and shoot it in the ejaculatorium...in my marble, Roman, Ejaculation Basin. But I was too half-asleep and I did it on my stomach.

Fantasy: oral servitude. Nothing new to report.

This had a curious effect of causing a psychosomantic flashback to teen years when this was the preferred method. Also, most of my oral orgasms happened in this position and it actually made it easier to mentally experience the crossover between fantasy and reality.

Consequence: my nut was suprisingly interesting. I made a halfhearted attempt at mopping it up then fell into an orgasmically-sedated half-slumber.

 

[rosco rathbone]

There are jacks and jacks.

Some are pleasurable. Some, generic. Some are just there.

Some go hand in hand with circumstance sooner forgotten.



3am. The sky begins to turn a pale and gaseous hue. I lie broken on my cot, neckbones cocked at an impossible angle. I've not gotten my forty winks. My face feels feverish, bloated and flushed. Allergies are here to take their vengeance. my throat is painfully sore. Fellow sufferers will know what I mean when I say "May--a night of flulike symptoms".

I reach for my Pinocchio as sole solace. I can't remember if there was any emotional/ psychosexual component to this jack. I think not. I hoped it would send me to sleep. It didn't. Pinnochio blew his nose, and afterwards, though spent, I was fully awake, uncomfortable, despairing and aware that I'd begin to fall asleep about half an hour before I had to get up, at 5AM, and go build a bridge.

And that's how it happened.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Exact repeat this AM. Horrible allergys.

I got one off and all I remember is that the orgasm was quite intense. I surmise that this is a result of the laying-on-the-back teenjack.

I had an ice-pack to soothe my fevered brow. I had a choice of two towels to wrap it in: the sperm towel from last night and that from tonight.

Life of a G, eh?

 

[Bluereign]

I just shot my load about 6 or 7 inches up and out..fountain like..

But I have shot my load about a foot up before.

Is that normal?

 

[TigrGrrl5]

I just shot my load about 6 or 7 inches up and out..fountain like..

But I have shot my load about a foot up before.

Is that normal?

Um, no... but it is intriguing.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I just shot my load about 6 or 7 inches up and out..fountain like..

But I have shot my load about a foot up before.

Is that normal?

I could do that sort of thing in my early 20s, but those days are gone.

Was this a normal jack for you? Or did you have some extra motivating emotional, fantastic, psychosexual or physical factor that would lead to Pinnochio blowing his nose quite so hard?

Inquiring jack artistes want to know.

 

[Bluereign]

I could do that sort of thing in my early 20s, but those days are gone.

Was this a normal jack for you? Or did you have some extra motivating emotional, fantastic, psychosexual or physical factor that would lead to Pinnochio blowing his nose quite so hard?

Inquiring jack artistes want to know.

Pretty normal. When it's really good that's when I shoot it about a foot or so high.

Of course I don't always shoot it up so high, a few times I'll shoot it only a few inches but it will be really really thick.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Have you any tips to share with us fellow jackers?

Diet, exercise....?

Or is it all genetic, like Gina Gerschom's lips and Serena Williams' ass cheeks?

The New York Press reprinted this interesting article... I haven't seen the site yet:





EAT RIGHT FOR MAXIMUM EJACULATE Nutrition plays a great role in determining both the content and volume of your ejaculate. Naturally, a balanced diet is essential for good sexual health, but the vitamins, minerals and supplements listed below can have a dramatic effect on the volume of ejaculate your body produces.



The supplement L-Arginine is an amino acid the body uses for a variety of important chemical and cellular processes…it is also believed to help you produce more volume of ejaculate. Take 500mg daily and (this is important...) 1,000mg 30-40 minutes prior to sexual activity. Like all natural supplements, you must be patient and allow your body's "storehouse" to build-up. This period takes anywhere from 2-4 weeks depending upon the individuals baseline health and metabolic rate.



Zinc—One of the nutrients most critical for prostate health. The prostate needs 10 times more zinc than any other organ in the body. It is vital for preventing prostate problems. Unfortunately, 90 percent of men consume diets deficient in zinc because most of our food is processed. Irving Bush and Associates at Chicago's Cook County Hospital tested the effectiveness of zinc supplementation on men with prostate problems. All patients reported symptomatic improvement while almost 80 percent had palpable shrinkage of the prostate gland. RDA is 15 mg...we recommend 45 mg per day.



Lycopene—is a natural antioxident that is prevalent in tomatoes. Recent studies show it to have roughly twice the power of beta-carotene and 10 times the strength of vitamin E, when it comes to protecting and healing our bodies from the damage of free radicals that are the cancer precursors. In fact, free radicals are now considered to be one of the main causes of disease and aging. In a process known as oxidation, they accelerate the breakdown of our cell's structure, thereby damaging the DNA and weakening our immune system. A four-year study at Harvard University set out to see whether the five major antioxidants found in fruits and vegetables would have any beneficial effect on prostate cancer. Of the five, only lycopene was found to have a direct link. They found that of the 50,000 healthy males studied, those who ate at least 10 servings of tomatoes or tomato based products per week were 33 percent less likely to develop prostate complications than those who never ate them. Researchers concluded that the active antioxidant in tomatoes, lycopene, significantly reduced the risk of prostate difficulties and improved its function. We recommend 10 to 12 servings of tomatoes or tomato based foods per week. Do not use or ingest if allergic.



Beta-Sitosterol—is another nutrient that may benefit men with prostate problems. One double blind study of 100 men showed that beta-sitosterol taken over a six-month period improved urine flow, reduced the size of the prostate and led to subjective feelings of improvement.



Niacin—is important for many cellular processes. Supplementation with extra niacin in your diet will promote increased blood flow to all parts of your body…including the scrotum and testicles.



From 4-bukkake.com

 

[rosco rathbone]

No jacks to report.

Seems like only a matter of time before they market a "Loadbuilder" supplement, eh?

I've been trying to get a lot more lycopene in my diet lately. Eating carrots, cherry tomatoes and such. I get my RDA of zinc by cutting galvanized decking with an acetylene torch.

 

[RobynG]

masterbate

I did earlier tonight, on the bed, with a little lube and vivid memories of last night when I blew my older friend in an Appleby's parking lot after dinner.

 

[scottb7]

Re: masterbate

I did earlier tonight, on the bed, with a little lube and vivid memories of last night when I blew my older friend in an Appleby's parking lot after dinner.

Bet that was lots of fun.

 

[rosco rathbone]

no jacks friday 5-21
no jacks sat 5-22
no jacks thus far sun 5-23 and looks jackless till at least manana.

 

[rosco rathbone]

This weekend, I ate a diet of strictly salmon, salad, V8 joos, nuts and seeds, and fruits fresh from the field.

I could not jack due to record breaking ambient humidity.

 

[rosco rathbone]

My dietary regime has paid off.

I got one off just now; a geyzer of spruzzo.

My tool has been feeling limber and responsive in my drawers all day long. It twitched during my lunchtime nap.

"Let me out! Let me shoot spruzzo!"; it seemed to say.

The dark deed is done.

Madre de dios; when pinnochio blows his nose; all the old ladies cross themselves in the plaza.