Jacking-Off Log

[Lust Engine]

I just came in to read what LE did. No details. I'm saddened.

How can I let my fave Canadian down like that?

I can't.

Needless to say the other day, I woke up a little hot & bothered. Seeing as how I got up rigid as could be and had to take a shower prior to starting work, I figured I'd indulge myself a bit. It had been a few days since I had shaved my cock & balls. I've been addicted to shaving ever since a previous lover showed me the intricacies and the joys of keeping the package neat & tidy. She'd often show me her appreciation for it as well.

I stepped into the shower that morning slightly rigid to begin with. I lathered up nicely and started my shower. By the time I got to my cock I was standing at full attention. The warm water & steam just added to the atmosphere. I leaned over to apply some deliciously soft shaving creme and slathered it up & down my length as well as on my dangling sac. I made quick work of it cleaning my cock & balls. I was baby smooth and loving every bit of it. The warm water and lather on my cock felt oh-so reminiscent of a woman's natural wetness. I couldn't help but think of some naughty images and continued to stroke my cock.

My cock was bobbing endlessly in its joy. I felt my breathing get heavier in the humid air. My thighs tightened and my ass started clenching. My stroke speed had increased and I could feel my cum rising within me. I didn't want to cum just yet though- I wanted to savor the moment. I had visions in my filthy mind of my cock bobbing up & down around a gorgeous woman's ass. I envisioned it entering a woman. Slowly at first and then building momentum as my length disappered inside of her body. My hand was pumping furiously & to a quickened pace now. I remembered how good it felt having my cock milked by a lover's tight pussy or ass. The slippery sensation on my length just heightened the wonderful feeling. I could feel my body buckling as my orgasm approached.

With a grunt & a deep moan, my thick cum ushered forth from my swollen cock. I hung on tight to the shower bar as I felt that wonderful feeling rush over my body. My knees went weak as my jism exploded from my cock tip and into the warm atmosphere of my shower stall. My grip grew firmer as I squoze the last drops of my man milk from my cock. I tipped my head back and sighed once more as the orgasm subsided.

It took awhile for me to gather myself from such a earth shattering orgasm but I eventually did have to step out of the shower and to work. Maybe it was just the warm water, the thoughts of a previous lover's tight orifices, my need to shave my cock or a combination of it all but it was a glorious feeling to have my need to stroke in the shower fulfilled. The clean up was easy and my cock's need for a sweet release was absolutely wonderful.

So how's that for my morning???

 

[Queen Bee]

Now that's more like it!

 

[SimplySouthern]

How can I let my fave Canadian down like that?

You are a God among men. Sounds like a hell of a morning!

TY

 

[rosco rathbone]

How can I let my fave Canadian down like that?

I can't.

Needless to say the other day, I woke up a little hot & bothered. Seeing as how I got up rigid as could be and had to take a shower prior to starting work, I figured I'd indulge myself a bit. It had been a few days since I had shaved my cock & balls. I've been addicted to shaving ever since a previous lover showed me the intricacies and the joys of keeping the package neat & tidy. She'd often show me her appreciation for it as well.

I stepped into the shower that morning slightly rigid to begin with. I lathered up nicely and started my shower. By the time I got to my cock I was standing at full attention. The warm water & steam just added to the atmosphere. I leaned over to apply some deliciously soft shaving creme and slathered it up & down my length as well as on my dangling sac. I made quick work of it cleaning my cock & balls. I was baby smooth and loving every bit of it. The warm water and lather on my cock felt oh-so reminiscent of a woman's natural wetness. I couldn't help but think of some naughty images and continued to stroke my cock.

My cock was bobbing endlessly in its joy. I felt my breathing get heavier in the humid air. My thighs tightened and my ass started clenching. My stroke speed had increased and I could feel my cum rising within me. I didn't want to cum just yet though- I wanted to savor the moment. I had visions in my filthy mind of my cock bobbing up & down around a gorgeous woman's ass. I envisioned it entering a woman. Slowly at first and then building momentum as my length disappered inside of her body. My hand was pumping furiously & to a quickened pace now. I remembered how good it felt having my cock milked by a lover's tight pussy or ass. The slippery sensation on my length just heightened the wonderful feeling. I could feel my body buckling as my orgasm approached.

With a grunt & a deep moan, my thick cum ushered forth from my swollen cock. I hung on tight to the shower bar as I felt that wonderful feeling rush over my body. My knees went weak as my jism exploded from my cock tip and into the warm atmosphere of my shower stall. My grip grew firmer as I squoze the last drops of my man milk from my cock. I tipped my head back and sighed once more as the orgasm subsided.

It took awhile for me to gather myself from such a earth shattering orgasm but I eventually did have to step out of the shower and to work. Maybe it was just the warm water, the thoughts of a previous lover's tight orifices, my need to shave my cock or a combination of it all but it was a glorious feeling to have my need to stroke in the shower fulfilled. The clean up was easy and my cock's need for a sweet release was absolutely wonderful.

So how's that for my morning???

In jack logging, that's what we technically call "shooting your wad"...a fine jack, well-told, but can you keep it up?? Logging is the long-haul, the marathon.

Let's have regular jacks here, not one-offs.

 

[MWG]

I should set a goal to make it into one of ros' jacks.

You always seem to have the best scenarios, dahlink.

 

[Lust Engine]

In jack logging, that's what we technically call "shooting your wad"...a fine jack, well-told, but can you keep it up?? Logging is the long-haul, the marathon.

Let's have regular jacks here, not one-offs.

I thought this was entitled the "Jacking Off LOG" and not the "Jack Logging Log"

And what's wrong with having tremendous one-offs??

 

[bridgeburner]

Tues 11:30p - standard VJ snatched from the edge of sleep, back to the multi-image flip book. O-rating 3


Thurs 10p - stressed out and distracted but really wanted to get one off before falling asleep, irritated that I was horny but not very aroused (if that makes sense), rubbed out a 2.5 that was apparently noisy enough to wake the dog. I rolled over to catch my breath afterward and found myself face to face with a big, wet, dog nose and a very earnest expression.

"Yes, Billietta, I'm fine. Go lay down."

Jeez.



-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

I thought this was entitled the "Jacking Off LOG" and not the "Jack Logging Log"

And what's wrong with having tremendous one-offs??

I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to discourage you. That was an excellent jack and well told. I guess I have just seem too many promising newcummers bust off with a 4th of July explosion and then vanish. THat's why I call it "shooting your wad".

THe idea of the jacking off-log, as originally conceived by me, was to accumulate data on the masturbatory habits of the citizenry. Some people, such as flea and I, have the ability to report generic jacks in such a way as to make them highly readable, but far more than that, I value data-consistency. I'd rather see each boring jack logged than to read a big blowout jack and never see you again in the log. I know for instance that flea jacks morning noon and night and I'd like to have it logged here and not lost for all time.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Beebs for instance is really catching the spirit of the thing, really giving it the old college try.

When you look back on this log, beebs, in a year's time, you'll learn something.

 

[Queen Bee]

I log at least 85% of my jacks, truly. Perhaps you missed upthread where I commented on my lack of privacy? And then there is coupling to work into the schedule.

I started working up to one at work today, but aborted the effort because of an impending meeting. I was wearing trousers and boyshort panties with a central seam that irritates me in a way I sometimes like. Huddled in my cubicle, I eased my fingers under my waistband and held the top of the panty elastic taut, rocking back and forth slightly to enjoy the friction. Alas, no time to finish.

Tonight, perhaps.

 

[bridgeburner]

When you look back on this log, beebs, in a year's time, you'll learn something.

Most likely that I suffer from terminal overshare. ;->


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

I log at least 85% of my jacks, truly.

*snort* Are you really sure you want to stand behind that number, flea??

 

[Lust Engine]

THat's why I call it "shooting your wad".

Odd choice of words for a masturbation thread.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got off a morning jack yesterday and one today.

I don't remember yesterday's details. Today I was thinking about strapping a girl I used to love in order to pay her back for the wrongs she done me. Chaining her wrists to the bed and just belting her ass as hard as I could till it turned purple. In my imagination I could not make her cry out. Then climbing on and humping her in a savage love hate style.

Pretty big organism
Not much seed: a jot and tittle.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yeah, I busted one off last night around 2AM, being as I couldn't sleep and all.

A focused jack. I got to thinking about the ass cheeks on this one girl I penis. They are small but perfectly shaped and they stick straight out in back of her and wobble like jelly.

I made her lean on the wall and arch her back and do the hip-hop video ass gadunkgadunk dance. How humiliating, what? She hated every second of it.

But she does as I please or suffers consequences. Which is how it ought to be, in my orgas-m0-verse.

Anyhow, I popped off a thimbleful of aged in the cask private stock deadly venom and then laid awake for another 2 hours.

I fell to sleep and had a dream about some chinese guys trying to use a stack of old vinyl LPs to block up a delivery van they had jacked up so as to change the tyre. I kept warning them "It's gonna slip and someone is going to lose a finger". With dreamlike certainty this ensued. I was horrified by the agonies of the wounded man. I thought I ought to lend a hand and try to lever the truck off his crushed finger but then I said fuck it and wandered away. Later he reappeared with a birthday-cake candle grafted in place of the missing digit.

 

[bridgeburner]

The last few days are something of a blur bookened by two jacks. One Friday night (I think, it could have been Saturday afternoon but that isn't likely even though I have a memory of daylight)

Standard VJ with thoughts of a woman assaulted by her lover's brother. Not so much different in the what but the taunting had a nice flavor to it. O-Rating: 3

Saturday, Sunday, Monday were days of extreme stress, much physical labor and prostrating heat. By the end of the day I was too fatigued, too sweaty and too stressed out to concentrate. I had good intentions on Monday night as a sort of reward for getting through the actual Move Day, but I burst a blood vessle in my Working Finger and it was numb and swollen and totally distracting. I couldn't even make my nipples get hard and after about 30 seconds of trying I pretty much passed out. I do wonder if part of it had to do with sleeping on the couch in the living room, but don't put much faith in that.

I'd probably have wet myself if I could've gotten a foot massage, though.

Last night I christened the new abode but it was hard work getting there. Finger is back to normal pretty much but I was still over-hot and exhausted. Rather joyless and I was tempted to give up -- I couldn't even get wet. But that has its own pleasures and I rallied and managed a 2 before rolling over and submitting to the bliss of the oscillating fan.

You know it's too damn hot when a mechanical breeze of tepid air feels better than an orgasm. Even if it was only a small orgasm.


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

Get ac, beebs It changed my jacking life. I am now psychosexual all year round.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Apple Jacks: One a day, keeps the urologist away, eh?

 

[Queen Bee]

Far too hot and humid here to jack; excess dampness is to be avoided at all costs. And Rosco, shame on you for not mentioning, in all your rhapsodizing about Yellow Friends, that Gold Bond powder applied haphazardly to thighs would migrate and burn tender labia like a motherfucker.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Far too hot and humid here to jack; excess dampness is to be avoided at all costs. And Rosco, shame on you for not mentioning, in all your rhapsodizing about Yellow Friends, that Gold Bond powder applied haphazardly to thighs would migrate and burn tender labia like a motherfucker.

The yellow friends was a very subjective thread flea. I am sorry it lead you to woe. Often times, as I lie powdering myself of a morning (I lie on my back on the bathroom floor, legs up and spread exactly like a baby being diapered), Gold Bond Medicated Powder burns my anus lips with its 200 proof mentholated power. What it could do to a snatch, gives me torture ideas.

 

[bridgeburner]

I might get a window unit, but most likely I'll just stick to redneck air conditioning ---- spraying down the sheets with water and turning the fan on.

Actually, it hasn't been hot enough to wet down the sheets. I've just been working hard too late into the evening these last few days.

Got one off last night but still suffering from a major lack of damp. Once was interesting, last night it was irritating and if it continues I'm going to break out the astroglide. Still hard work but I really wanted it so I persevered and rubbed out a little chain of O-blips to reach a 2.5 finale. Perhaps I will lay off for a couple of days just to build up some steam.


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

QB,

If the Yellow Friends are a bit strong for more delicate areas I highly recommend Arrowroot powder. No sting, hardly any scent, very silky and quite absorbent. It can be mixed with powdered Eucalyptus and Spearmint leaves for anti-bacterial and fungicide properties and a clean non-medicinal scent.

Your incident reminds me of a rather harrowing experience I had with Mineral Ice. I assumed that washing my hands thoroughly after application would suffice. I discovered to my great discomfort later that this was not true.

What is there to do when laid out flat elevating a swollen joint? Jack of course. It took a couple of minutes to notice that what was at first a pleasant and then irritating and then highly uncomfortable sting was not a figment of my imagination but the effect of residual menthol that had seeped into the skin of my hand.

I could never figure out why something that could reduce swelling in my knee would conversely inflame my pink parts. Eventually they also became numb but it was an extremely uncomfortable couple of hours. I've never been more aware of my clit in my entire life.


-B

 

[Queen Bee]

Thanks for the info, BB. I have also had the post-handwashing liniment burn, after anointing the consort's back with Theralgesic. No fun. Ditto after chopping chiles. There are far too many dangerous substances trying to sneak into my panties.

Last night brought heavy, cooling rain, and I lay under the sheet and listened to its gentle percussion. I could also faintly hear the lullaby tape playing in the next room, the wordless crooning of Bobby McFerrin and Ladysmith Black Mambazo, blending with the low hum of the vibrator.

In my sleepy imagination, all of those men were holding me lightly and tenderly with their fingertips, as in that "Light as a Feather" party game. They were singing with open mouths pressed against my skin, sending their soothing music through my body.

Bobby McFerrin played my most important organ and gazed up at me with his weary, patient eyes until I came and added my voice to the song. I had goosebumps and medium-strong surging, a 7/10.

 

[bridgeburner]

"There are far too many dangerous substances trying to sneak into my panties."


That's a signature line if ever I saw one!


-B

PS. Anybody know what feature I've fucked up in my 'Net settings that disabled buttons for me? I can't use the formatting buttons here or the "delete", "compose" etc. buttons in my web-based email. Hence the lack of proper quotation above.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Thanks for the info, BB. I have also had the post-handwashing liniment burn, after anointing the consort's back with Theralgesic. No fun. Ditto after chopping chiles. There are far too many dangerous substances trying to sneak into my panties.

Last night brought heavy, cooling rain, and I lay under the sheet and listened to its gentle percussion. I could also faintly hear the lullaby tape playing in the next room, the wordless crooning of Bobby McFerrin and Ladysmith Black Mambazo, blending with the low hum of the vibrator.

In my sleepy imagination, all of those men were holding me lightly and tenderly with their fingertips, as in that "Light as a Feather" party game. They were singing with open mouths pressed against my skin, sending their soothing music through my body.

Bobby McFerrin played my most important organ and gazed up at me with his weary, patient eyes until I came and added my voice to the song. I had goosebumps and medium-strong surging, a 7/10.

Now that's what I call a jack.
I feel like I was there.