Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Oh now the Lord high Muckity Muck of *Jerk, stroke and choke* is giving out exercise advice???

(Sorry Unca..had to be said )

Speaking of chunkitas who need to tighten up and tone the bone.

I'm going to make that jello ass tight. It's time to TONE THE BONE!

Alright, let's get back to logging here.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Alright, Rosco, anything to report? You've just spent at least ten minutes in the vicinity of the Roman ejaculation basin. What have you got to say for yourself?

-B

I swear I will get one jack off this day,even if it drains me of my last ounce of manly vigor and vitality. By 12 midnight, I will have a jack in the bag! *whew* ginseng!

 

[bridgeburner]

I'll be pulling for you, R! I have faith in your determination.


-B

 

[tonethebone]

Rosco,
Tonight while I'm relaxing on my back patio with a glass of wine, I'll give my cock a little squeeze thinking of you trying to get yourself off. Don't give up buddy, think of all of us on this thread jacking off at the same time. Watching as each cock spirts, and each sweet clit throbs in climax.

 

[Queen Bee]

QB,

Are you a tool or a non-tool user? I've got a vibe but I rarely use it and when I do it's even rarer that I turn it on --- I find the noise irritating. Other than my positioning I've been masturbating pretty much the same way my entire life ---- almost exclusively digital although I did go through a number of years where I was particularly fond of a roll-back chair at my grandmother's house and the corner of an oak trestle table that now resides in my own dining room.


-B

I use the Wahl Coil Vibe about 80% of the time for the sake of efficiency; I can ramp up really fast and come in about two minutes. Occasionally I add a dildo to the mix. If I rub one off by hand, it's usually forced by location and/or circumstance.

I learned to masturbate using the stream of water from the bathtub or shower, but I've never found anything to equal my childhood plumbing fixtures. I noted with interest your nipple involvement, BB, because I hardly ever touch my nipples during masturbation, although I do idly and fondly the rest of the day.

Tone, getting caught with my hand in my pants is my reality, not my fantasy.

What a sight for sore eyes you are, Luna & Dietrich! Thank you for joining the party.

You have my full moral support, RR. Don't hesitate to log an SOS if need be.

 

[tonethebone]

QB,
If you tell me about getting caught, it'll make me have to do it to myself again. I won't be able to hold out for the wife. She'll just have to break out the toys for herself. But thats fun too

 

[Queen Bee]

Or maybe you're just hot.

I've hardly been jacking lately; all of my sexual energy has been redirected into wholesome home improvement projects. Martha Stewart must be some kind of supah-freak.

I did have one a couple of nights ago, in my darkenened living room, working the Wahl vibe and reading Lit stories for inspiration. My new living room is long, with front door centered on one long side and flanked by big windows. I haven't bought draperies yet, so they are only veiled by the lace sheers left by the previous owner.

I sat with feet propped up on the desk, maneuvering the power tool, mostly but not entirely concealed by the back of my husband's big leather computer chair. I was startled by a knock at the door -- at 9:30, practically the middle of the night!!

Fuck. Clicked off the vibe and hurled it into the drawer, switched off the monitor. Fervently hoped that my visitor wasn't looking in the window as I wriggled back into my pants. Fumbled with the locks on the door and finally opened it to reveal a neighbor who was dropping by to introduce herself and drop off some mail.

She stepped back when I opened the door and looked wary and freaked, almost frightened. Was it because of the dark? Because I looked sexually disheveled? Or had she seen me? Nothing like establishing yourself as the weirdo pervy exhibitionist neighbor right off the bat.

I was embarrassed and dismayed, but that didn't stop me from picking up where I left off, and it didn't even stop me from incorporating her into the subsequent imagery. Climax was medium-strong, maybe a 7, with sensation pooling at the juncture of thighs and buttocks.

Rerun for you, tone!

 

[bridgeburner]

I use the Wahl Coil Vibe about 80% of the time for the sake of efficiency; I can ramp up really fast and come in about two minutes. Occasionally I add a dildo to the mix. If I rub one off by hand, it's usually forced by location and/or circumstance.

I learned to masturbate using the stream of water from the bathtub or shower, but I've never found anything to equal my childhood plumbing fixtures. I noted with interest your nipple involvement, BB, because I hardly ever touch my nipples during masturbation, although I do idly and fondly the rest of the day.

I could probably get off pretty quick with direct application of a vibrator to the clit. I'll have to try that sometime. Generally I like to take a little more time than that ---- but I can get off without tools in under 5 minutes if I'm really ramped up. I think my record is somewhere between 2 and 3 minutes but that's generally a second wave kind of thing. I've already gotten off and I think I'm done and then all of a sudden I have to grunt off again.

I've got a definite nipple fixation. Always have. Perhaps because I wasn't breast-fed as a child. I like mine, I like yours, hell, I like everybody's.....with the exception of the Baldwin brothers who have old-man nipples that kind of creep me out.. Mine are disappointingly small compared to my ideal, but I'm more attached to touching mine than looking at them. I always start there.

The detachable shower massage is an excellent invention. I don't have one currently but we did when I was 12-13. I've never been so clean in my life. ;-> My grandmother used to have one of those vibrating back massagers with the nubby head. you could insert it into various shaped and sized foam pillows which you then leaned back on to relieve back tension. The application of the anadorned head to the groin even over jeans, however, could get me off pronto.

I can't believe how often I used to get off in my grandmother's living room. On the back of the roll-top chair when I was really young -- I used to call it my bunk-bed. Eventually my grandmother commented that she thougt perhaps I was too old to "sit" on the chair that way. I graduated to the back vibe and was much slyer about that. I'd wait 'til she left the room for a minute and then get right to work. Those were quick and dirty and fierce as hell.


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Ah! My last sight of Lit today will be the delicious Jean Reno!

Double-fucking-yum!!

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ah! My last sight of Lit today will be the delicious Jean Reno!

Double-fucking-yum!!

I've heard that I look exactly like him except with blue eyes and more hair about 10, 000 times. So, he represents me from now on. Viktor "le nettoyant": zeep zeep! (silencer noise)

 

[rosco rathbone]

Fuck sake. Alright. This competitive jacking, "jackrabbit" business is no joke. I did not feel like jacking this day, but I stepped up to the plate.

I got one off. Never would have happened without smartmen and their files. One browses and jacks, browses and jacks, in idle despair--then all of a sudden comes upon three photos. A crop-haired muscular blonde youth holding a young girl who looks exactly like Bjork down on a seedy-looking bed with his fist upraised to strike her. The same, apparently dragging her across the bed by hooking his fingers in her open mouth. The same again, the boy with wire-rimmed glasses, fucking her up against a wall with old-fashioned wallpaper. The bodies look 2004 but everything else about the scene says young Wermacht lieutenant ordered to the Russian front, 1943, last fuck.

The seed flowed over my fist like mulled wine.

ball in your court, tone the bone.

jacks ytd 57

 

[shy slave]

Lurking
Have once again escaped from the BDSM board.
As for wanking usually twice a day with a vibe ~ a girls best friend ...sometimes

Love to watch a man jerk off especially love to feel it roar up his cock just before it shoots out the end.

Oh and here stalking Luna, i am hetro but she IS sexy
Edit to add RR My two cents worth of opinion is i prefered the othe AV. Sorry

 

[rosco rathbone]

Come on people.
Let's go.
All together now.
chop chop.
You can do it!
Hit it or quit it.
Tighten up.
It's time to tone the bone!

Got the day's first jack off just now, looking at a picture of a girl who looked like young Victoria Williams being gagged and wrapped in Saran Wrap by a frog-faced oldster.

jacks YTD 58

 

[rosco rathbone]

With at least 8 hours of prime jacking daylight left; the champ moves into pole position with another strategic load. His form looks good; in fact he makes it look easy. How does he do it?

The trick is a serviceable fantasy. I've got one of fucking a girl bent over my sink that I can slot any girl I want into. What always does it for me is the idea of holding her tits like handles and twisting them, and watching her pain face in the bathroom mirror. I've put so many miles on that one I don't know how many times the odometer has turned over.

I'm looking good--and feeling good. I'd be real suprised if I didn't get two more nuts off today.

jacks YTD 59
seed spilt YTD 9.83 oz. (I could not find a volumetric equivalence for the "thimbleful", my prefered measurement, so I am going with the rough estimation that, on the average, I spill one American teaspoon per load @ 6 tsp (Am.) to the ounce. That gives me 9.9333333333 oz of seed spilt YTD, or a little under a cup. Stay with me and root for the gallon milestone, in approx. 2008 by my calculations!)

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off this morning, a real eye opener.

Laugh all you want; but there's really something to this tone the bone business. It seems that the more I jack , the harder my dick gets when I do jack. Probably something to do with capillaries, increased flow and all that rot. Although let us not scoff at the concept of morning wood.

In fact; when you think about it, jacking firms and tightens the bone as well as the other musculature, makes the complexion youthful, flushes toxins and acts as a general tonic to the system.

Jacking: let's consider it from various angles. Is it a sport? A form of self-therapy? A private aesthetic experience? Or is it something more--or less? The answer my friends is that it is all of these.

Some say that the tone the bone style of competitive masturbation has put jacking in the public eye but at the expense of the emotional and aesthetic nature of the act. These corporate sponsorships and big jacking paychecks come at a high cost--too high to some.

Yet must we sacrifice the original love of masturbation and solitary orgasms which drew us to jacking in the begining? Will our beloved pasttime lose it's heart and very soul as we tone the bone and seek to rack up those high numbers which will get us onto the Big Board? You are smiling, friends and fellow jackers--you know me and you know I speak rhetorically.

Nay, though we tone the bone and compare and compete with our numbers, we will never lose sight of the true essence of masturbation: a solitary man or woman hunched over his gentalia in the privacy of some tiled roman ejaculatorium, seeking the solace of a relieving orgasm, mind mentally whirling with sexual fantasies. This jacking of ours, it will always be a hermitic act, a communion between man and his own tool, even when we have our own cable network and our own Hollywood product tie ins.

And the heart of jacking will always be: sexual fantasy.

So back to your bedrooms and your bathrooms and your roman ejaculatoriums, my fellow jackers! Let each go his own way and let none look back over his shoulder. When a man turns his hand to the jackers trade he forfeits the company of his fellows and chooses to walk the lonely path. The rewards are great and the dangers many! AHoy jackers! Disperse! Commence jacking!

 

[rosco rathbone]

oh, the daily numbers:
jacks YTD 60
seed spilt: a nice round 10 fluid oz.

 

[rosco rathbone]

In the struggle to keep my numbers up; I'm forced farther afield for jacking material. Out of nowhere came the mental picture of me as a doctor making the rounds in a white lab coat with a sexy nurse in nurse-as-fetish outfit. It was very important that she have a snub nose, freckles, gingery hair, and an Scottish accent like the heroine of Breaking the Waves , ie "your prick" prounounced "yair preck" with trilled "R".

We were touring a ward dedicated to men suffering from advanced sexual deprivation: the obese, the unsightly, the aged and all the other unloved. They lay in neat ranks such as one sees pictures of in military hospitals from old wars. It was also important that each man be wearing a smock. A smock. .

Each man recieved a cool and solicitous nursely blowjob under my supervision. She'd pull out a little stainless steel kneeling stool with a very medical look and flip his smock back with the businesslike nature of cleaning bedsores or what have you. A lot of hairy bellies. I'd time his ejaculations with an old fashioned stop-watch and then check his heart rate, anal temperature and on, making cartoon jagged line notations on a graph.

Well, it did the trick.

jacks YTD 61

 

[shy slave]

jacks YTD 59
seed spilt YTD 9.83 oz. (I could not find a volumetric equivalence for the "thimbleful", my prefered measurement, so I am going with the rough estimation that, on the average, I spill one American teaspoon per load @ 6 tsp (Am.) to the ounce. That gives me 9.9333333333 oz of seed spilt YTD, or a little under a cup. Stay with me and root for the gallon milestone, in approx. 2008 by my calculations!)

Well that works out at less than two cups a year, is that good

on the other hand thats alot of waste, who does clean-up duty. Or you looking for volunteers?

Not sure that its muscular exercise, as its erectile tissue not muscle. Of course if thats your reasoning who am I to argue

Final question (for now ) are you ampidexterous (is that how to spell it?) or do you have one very muscular wrist/forearm?

 

[rosco rathbone]

Well that works out at less than two cups a year, is that good

on the other hand thats alot of waste, who does clean-up duty. Or you looking for volunteers?

Not sure that its muscular exercise, as its erectile tissue not muscle. Of course if thats your reasoning who am I to argue

Final question (for now ) are you ampidexterous (is that how to spell it?) or do you have one very muscular wrist/forearm?

If you'd read the thread like a good stalker, you'd have found out the answer to the very interesting question of am I or am I not ambijackstrous in a post from last August, when I impaled my jacking hand on a steel splinter at work.

There are alot of muscles involved in the male orgasmo.

Now if I was looking for volunteers, I'd not be a jacker would I??

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yeah, I got another one off. Mainly for the numbers, I wasn't really into it.

Still want a piece of me, tone the bone? Let's see your numbers. I'll jack you right into the ground.

jacks YTD 62

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[tonethebone]

Rosco my man. I finished off July with 31 jacks out of 31 days. Forgot to tally up my year to date. But I know it's surpassing last years total of 307. I too sometimes force the load just to get the number. Gotta think of more and more perverse situations to get the old penis to respond. Bisex, exhibitionism, incest, and many other topics.

Yesterday morning, the wife was out with her mother. I was left alone with my 20 year old daughter. I was ready for a quick jack and went to see what she was up to. She was upstairs in her room getting ready to take a shower. I caught a quick look at her in just her little black G-string. I quickly made it to my room, dropped my boxers, lubed up, and shot a nice load all over myself. All the time wishing she would catch me in the act.

This morning, jacked a quicky in the men's room at work while looking a photos of hard cocks shooting wads of juice.

For August, I'm 2 for 2.

 

[bridgeburner]

Friday: No jacks. Didn't have time in the evening after work --- had errands and too many frantic chores to perform before out of town guest arrived.

Saturday 6:20p - Wasn't sure if I'd be able to manage it because of company. We'd been up and about since early and had plans to go out again that night but both needed a nap before embarking on the evening adventure.

Don't know if I've mentioned this but I have no bedroom door. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem since I'm the only one who lives there, but with a guest in the house all I could think was "What if she gets up and wanders through to the bathroom and catches me? How mortifying. I'd never be able to jack again."

I overcame my fear and snagged a 4.5.


Monday 12:05am - looks like perhaps the end of the run of really solid O's without much effort....or maybe I was just sleepy as hell. Anyway, I dragged one from the edge of consciousness but it was hardly worth it. O-rating 1.5



And I've just been counting. I'm far, far behind on my 90 jacks in 90 days assignment. So far I've acheived only 38 jacks in 59 days. That's 21 days with no successful jacks at all. I've got about 6 stalls but I figure they don't count if you don't finish, right?

-B

 

[bridgeburner]

And now it's 39 but I'm still in shock at what I just did so it'll have to suffice to say that I just rubbed off in an extremely inappropriate place. I must be out of my frickin mind.


-B

 

[Queen Bee]

Aw, don't tease, Bridgie! I love full disclosure of the inappropriate.