Jacking-Off Log

[tonethebone]

RR,
Make that 91. Was watching a few MPEGS I downloaded, and got so horny I had to sneak into the men's room at work for a 2 minute jack.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hm, maybe we ought to add a speed jacking side event to the general mayhem....hard to keep it honest though.

You might well clean my clock at speed jacking, I really have no idea. I've spent so long training my body to retain the seed and to act as an obedient puppet at my command that I've lost all touch with the jack rabbit side of things.

 

[tonethebone]

RR,
I don't know what came over me. Usually I like to take hours building up to a good jack. On the rare occassions I have my house to myself, I will abuse my poor little penis until it screams for release.
I just felt the urge for a quicky. I surprised even myself.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yeah, I had to reach deep inside tonite for the stuff winners are made of.

With barely an hour left on the clock I almost said fuck it and went to bed.

But then I pictured tone the bone smirkingly posting his stats here on the big board and I got hot.

I had to break out the pictures and imagine fucking the girl with no rubber, to ger her pregnant. Even so, I was sweating and cursing and enjoying the whole thing about as much as lifting a 50lb bag of bolts up 30 feet on a tagline. Real sennnnsyooooal, man.

My daily duty is done though, and that feels good.

 

[PinkOrchid]

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[dcraz]

I obviously misunderstood the intent of this thread...

I thought this thread was about posting of the experience when one masturbated for the rest of Lit to see.

But now I realize it has become a competition of some sort...

Too bad. I rather enjoyed reading about varied experiences and fantasies. Keeping a running tally is really not that intrigueing.

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[bridgeburner]

If ribbing is right out, what about the Twist? Not even a reservoir tip?


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Wednesday 9:40p - left tools by the wayside, strictly a manual rub-off this time. 15 minutes, 3.5 O-rating


Last night I fell asleep. I tried, I really did, but I'd been out too late and then got caught up talking to my neighbor and by the time I laid down it was already midnight and I was nearly asleep on my feet. So I was in the process but had to keep waking myself up. I'd find myself drifting off thinking about totally non-sexy things like wondering about the folks who live down the street and their collection of drive-thru meal toys and the stuffed dummy that guards their front stoop and whether or not they'd want the 6ft wooden silhouette I have left over from a play I did in college.

And then I'd realize I still had my hand in my panties and I'd have to start all over again really focusing.

The one that finally did me in was drifting off into the image of a titty-wall. Basically a wall with holes in it for women to stick their tits through. You could fondle or strike or suck or bite any set that appealed to you. I wondered how the holes could be made and what kind of structure might be needed behind it in order to get all the mams close enough together so that you could play with several pairs at once. And then I got thinking of maybe just laying them all on the floor with this holey board on top of them and then you could lay on all of these tits kind of like a fakir on a bed of nails.


And somewhere not long after that I fell asleep without completing my VJ.


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

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Roscoe seems to think that because he can't get off all the time it somehow makes his (male) orgasms more valuable than my (female) ample ones.

It's a perverse kind of market economy logic, but when you think about it, who do you think could collect more on the open market, me or him?

But that's okay, we all have our areas of delusion and denial.

Except me. I'm perfect.

Pshaw, you and your paltry girlgasms which you do make so much of. Coals to newcastle, pennywise and pound foolish, two in the hand is worth four in the bush and sundry other aphorisms. Girls O at the drop of a hat. It's a spastic, neuromuscular response, of no account. No one ever got pregnant because some bitch Oed.

It's seed, don't you see, PO? The vital seeed.

I've no doubt that your girlspasms would be valued more highly that my patriarchal fertilixations. That's the culture we live and love in. But I must fight it!

Carry on.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: I obviously misunderstood the intent of this thread...

I thought this thread was about posting of the experience when one masturbated for the rest of Lit to see.

But now I realize it has become a competition of some sort...

Too bad. I rather enjoyed reading about varied experiences and fantasies. Keeping a running tally is really not that intrigueing.

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!

This inspirational speech in the style of the old school sportswriters was meant for the likes of you.

 

[rosco rathbone]

The one that finally did me in was drifting off into the image of a titty-wall. Basically a wall with holes in it for women to stick their tits through. You could fondle or strike or suck or bite any set that appealed to you. I wondered how the holes could be made and what kind of structure might be needed behind it in order to get all the mams close enough together so that you could play with several pairs at once. And then I got thinking of maybe just laying them all on the floor with this holey board on top of them and then you could lay on all of these tits kind of like a fakir on a bed of nails.



-B

A deuced striking image that. "A titty wall" LOL.

 

[PinkOrchid]

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[Lust Engine]

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Except me. I'm perfect.

In all the places that matter.

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: You may have answered this before..

You are this [ ] close to my speechlet about how men are biologically unnecessary.

Technology will make us all redundant. They are already working on an artificial womb, and it's well-known that babies can be nursed by artificial breasts. You still don't hear me claiming that my nipples are as valuable as yours.

In the end of course, my male orgasms mean more to me only because I am a man.

I suppose that when the matriarchy finally takes over and all insemination is accomplished via strap-on--or other, more modern and hygenic methods-; they will deport me to prison planet X, still kicking and screaming about the seed. And there we'll all shuffle about in our gray overalls, jacking and shaking our fists at Earth, which appears at that distance to be nothing but a cold blue star.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yes, I did my daily duty this morning. Usually of a Saturday I have a rather impressive morning wood; but damned if it wasn't a bit of a slog this day. NO doubt the week's exertions have drained me and left me a lesser man...I've spent the vital seed and what's more spent it willy nilly, in a silly competition.

In this way, I hasteneth myself on the path towards death; at least in the view of the ancient chinamen; who believed that all men were allotted a definite number of ejaculations, and thus to spend them was to spend life itself--whereas to practice abstemption and hoard the precious treasure was to claim immortality for ones self.

Where was I....yes, perhaps when one thinks in these terms, masturbation is for me a form of slow suicide. One could say that the days of our lives are numbered and why not one jack, one petit mort per diem to reduce our selves a little farther, to snip the cord a bit shorter, another X on the calender bringing ever closer the inevitable twilight and finally the omega, the zed, the final chapter, and the grave.

Now I consider the female orgasm from a different perspective. Masturbation, for women, does not hasten the end. Indeed, it prolongs life and brings blood to the complexion. Women gain by jacking. Only we men lose. We are forced to choose--between fleeting sexual release and momentary pleasure and youth, strength, life on the positive side; or between sexual frustration and total enveration on the negative.

I've made my choice. I jack and jack till I am a pale ghost of my former self. I jack to make up for my years of self-denial. Yet in this plangent, odd, October-in-August weather we are having, as high cold clouds flit across a pumpkin sky, my thoughts turn to paths untaken and deep haunting regrets.

 

[Queen Bee]

Got off a quickie in the tub this morning, right-clicking at a frenetic pace. It was a tonic for the nerves: I'm wound up because I'm going to peg my first male today, and that, of course, was the onanistic mental impetus. Wish me luck!

 

[PinkOrchid]

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[rosco rathbone]

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Roscoe, you're so damn quote worthy.

When attributing all quotes, please leave off the final "E" in "Rosco".

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got off a quickie in the tub this morning, right-clicking at a frenetic pace. It was a tonic for the nerves: I'm wound up because I'm going to peg my first male today, and that, of course, was the onanistic mental impetus. Wish me luck!

What's this?? Peg your first male? And you a respectable hausfrau???


Details flea details. Enquiring jackers neeed to know.

 

[PinkOrchid]

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[rosco rathbone]

I got one off just now. I had to go to the personal sex photo files. Pics of a girl I used to intercourse with, you understand. It was touch and go for a while but I got over the hump and then it was a smooth cruise to conclusion.

HOw ya like me now, tone the bone? Feeling a little nervous in the service, I imagine.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got one off just now. I was lying in bed working and jerking it and thinking about a poet I used to fuck with. She had white, chunky thighs, and I used to like to look down along our bodies as I jolted her and she made this rythmic oh oh oh oh oh noise, to see her pale hairless thigh forced off to the side by my tanned and hairy muscular one. That got me going and I went to the roman ejaculatorium to shoot goo, but when I got there I lost the thread and had to backtrack and look at some pornos. That got me going again and this time I achieved conclusion.

I make a lot of the difficulty of constant jacking, for the humor factor, but I actually suprise myself with my vitality. 10 minutes after that nut, the third of the weekend so far, I was coming back from the store and spied a big-assed Indian or Bangla girl across the street with tight jeans and black hair down to her crack and I wanted to fuck her right there! A large, soft-looking crewcut Polish lad and I stood there on the pavement, squinting into the sun and watching her sashay along. Life is grand, sometimes.

 

[Queen Bee]

What's this?? Peg your first male? And you a respectable hausfrau???


Details flea details. Enquiring jackers neeed to know.

What, me kiss and tell? But that wouldn't be topical! It was moderately enjoyable. Something new to try. There is evidently a set of low, inner glute muscles that makes up the ass-reaming musculature. I have used it very little, and I am feeling it today.

No new jacks to report, but I am thinking of purchasing this to facilitate my computer porn jacks:

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