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I've flogged plenty of logs, but I've never blogged one. So, with that in mind, I hope anyone who stumbles onto this and reads won't be terribly bored. 'Course, I understand these things are basically for solo use anyway. (And I like doing a solo flog almost as much as I like flogging with buddies. I mean blog... Damn! Gotta get this teminology down here!)

Hope my humor isn't too lame.

So, here goes. My first entry:

Monday, April 11, 2005.

I think I'll start off with a little personal info and short history.

I'm a married bi-guy. I'm 52 now. Probably waaaay too old for most of you guys around here. But, what the hell? Us oldsters need to have some fun too! I'm 6' tall, weigh in around 180 to 190. It fluctuates, but I try to keep the weight down. It's been a lifelong struggle for me - something I always have to work at. I've got brown hair. Well, the grey is starting to take over. But I can't seem to bring myself to start dying it. Guess as long as the pubes are still brown it's not too, too bad, huh? My sister told me on my 50th that I'd really begin to feel old when the pubes turned grey! Well, she oughtta know - she's 58 now.

I have blue eyes that change shade according to what I wear. The bluer the shirt, the bluer the eyes. I used to have a mustache. I shaved it off a few years ago. Then developed some kind of warts... Weird. The Dermotologist froze 'em off and told me to stop shaving for a while. I did. Had a decent full goatee for about a year. Just shaved clean again a couple months ago.

I used to shave the shaft of my (7.5" cut) dick for anyone who cares about that stuff. And my balls. Got tired of the nicks and went in for Laser Hair Removal. I keep the rest trimmed down neatly. My wife likes it - less irritation when we fuck. And no hair in her mouth when she sucks me off. I like it that way because there's less itching; It feels really good when I'm jacking - or getting jacked. And best of all when anyone licks my balls. Mmmmm. What a great feeling!

I've been married twice. Ya think I'd have learned the first time. Anyway, between marriages I did some... Well ok, a LOT of "experimenting" shall we say? I was 28 years old already. That's when I got my first taste of having a man blow me. Holy crap!!! That's when I discovered guys are MUCH more adept at cockplay than women will ever hope to be. I'd had plenty of mutual stoking though (circle jerks with my brother and our friends when we were kids and then some Air Force buds) and that's all the first few got out of me.

Then one night a friend was over at my apartment. We were just bullshittin' and watching a little TV. Every so often he would grab his crotch and give a tug. Seemed like your normal "adjusting" kind of thing. But he kept doing it. I hadn't known him very long, didn't know him very well, but I ventured a couple adjustments of my own. But neither of us made any overt moves. Around 11pm he gets up, goes into the bathroom, takes a leak. When he comes back down the hall he hesitated like he was leaving. So I got up to say goodnite and extended my hand to say thanks for the company. He grabs me, pulls me into him and starts groping my crotch! Well I popped bone instantly. That's when he kissed me. Full on the mouth!! And started grinding his hard on into me. We ripped each other's clothes off in minutes.

I don't know what it was about him; he was an average guy, with an average build, and an average cock. But whatever it was... He got me so turned on. He'd turned me every way from Sunday and actually had me begging him to let me come. Instead he twisted himself around and shoved his crotch in my face. Up 'til then I'd stroked him, played with his balls and stuff but nothing else. He smelled great!! Before I knew what hit me I sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth. I just started mimicing his moves on me. He gave off little spurts of precome and I couldn't believe how good it tasted. I don't know how long we played like that. Sucking and jacking and jiggling each others balls. Then he came. It took me by surprise even though I should have recognized the impending explosion. I actually savored it when he shot his load into my mouth. Then he FINALLY let me come. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. He was drenched in it.

We ended up being pretty good Fuck Buddies for a while. We'd go out somewhere and if either one of us was horny we'd have at it. We'd start crotch-groping in the car (somtimes it was tough for him to drive! LOL!!). If we had no plans, but one of us needed to get off all we had to do was call. He put a stop to it when I got engaged. They knew each other and ABOUT each other and he said he just didn't want to be the "third wheel" that I cheated with.

For the last 19 years (that's the next wedding anniversay) any guy - guy action has been very sporadic. I joined the local jack off group. The vast majority of the members are married guys. I only manage to get to a meeting once in a while for some mutual stroking (with an occassional blow job thrown in). Haven't attended in well over 2 years now.

And only twice over the years I went to the local gay bath house. Didn't find a whole lot of action there. I'm not much of a heartthrob in the looks department. Guess my 7+ inches finally got me noticed. Otherwise I just have a bunch of solo dvd's that I whack off with. She knows about those - never says anything about it though.

I don't know... Is stroking with a few pals "cheating" like that fuck buddy from so long ago said? As far as my wife knows I haven't done anything since way back then. I have no intention of finding out if she would think it's cheating. So I'm totally closeted (again). It was great having a friend like that though and I sure do wish it would have continued. Wish I could find another one just like him. I miss the heft of heavy balls and a hard pole in my hands. And although my wife gives pretty decent head, she' still no match for the guys. Sorry honey! Don't mean to make ya feel bad but it's the truth.

 

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Some days I get so fuckin horny I can't stand it! Today's one of those days... Maybe it's from the guy that waltzed past me this morning. I was standing in front of the office building having a smoke. He goes strolling by with a huge pole tenting against his pantsleg. I mean HUGE!! I couldn't stop myself from staring at it as he walked by. He smiled and said good morning. All I could do was grunt and nod. Sheesh...

'Course perusing the site here just adds to the buildup. The reward will be when I do finally shoot this load it'll be a good one! If you've seen my Photo gallery, you'll know I have a fave site. Jerkoffbuds. Yep. Like that one. Lots of pictures and stuff of my favorite pastime(s): Jacking Off (solo) and Stroking With Buds!! I like sucking and gettin sucked too, and they've got that too. Another favorite is ClubStroke - but he charges for the decent areas now. Used to belong to JackinWorld. But they seem to have really geared it towards being a "how to" site for the next generation of strokers.

Damn! Lost my massuer... He moved out of town. Now I've got to find another one who will take care of me as well as he did. He was really good. He really paid attention and spent extra time on what needed it. Yes... He did give happy endings. Total, complete relief of tension. I'd be as limp as a wet noodle when he was done. Ready to curl up and sleep like an innocent babe. I never asked him - he offered. No added charge of course - that's illegal boys and girls!!

It never fails. Every time I get a massage I get a hard-on. And as usual, when he told me to turn over I said I needed a couple minutes. He laughed. A real gentle laugh and said "Happens all the time. I've seen more than you can imagine. It'll go down." So he helped me roll over and placed a small towel over the tent in the sheet. Well, that sucker never went down. It stood at full, rock hard attention the whole time. He finally leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Guess I was wrong. Want me to take care of it?"

Well, Mama didn't raise no fool! I certainly wasn't going to turn that down. He oiled up his hands and gave me a really nice, gentle, steady hand job. The strokes he used on me were unique. Not just your typical up and down the pole. And he included my balls which was nice too. Just as he realized I was ready to blast off he stopped and spread a towel over me. Then went right back to it and finished the job. This guy was the first one who actually acknowledged it in such a nice way.

Every other massuer I'd had reacted in different ways. At first they all said it was no big deal and most would just pretend they didn't notice it. I'd usually end up doing a solo number after they were finished and told me to rest a bit and then dress. But one guy got pissed and told me to get dressed and leave. One handed me a towel and said he'd be back when I'd had enough time to "take care of the problem." Actually, that wasn't such a bad one.

Oh, my! I just realized that some people might consider a happy ending to a masage as cheating too! LOL. Oh, well... So how do I find a new massuer without going through a battalion of them before finding one that will finish the job properly?

 

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Third Entry. April 19, 2005.

As you can tell, I don't necessarily get to post on the exact day that I write. But, it's OK. At least I get to put these in at some point.

Well, it's been a couple weeks I guess. It's been pretty busy for me. Both at work and personally. Huge project at work. Personal time is usually spent at the theatre either rehearsing for a show or working on some other project that needs to get done. Had a show in performances that finally closed. It went OK. Had the cast & crew over to the huse for a party this past Saturday nite. The party was fun. Everyone had a good time - only two people were drunk enugh to have to camp out on the couches.

The prep sure was a good time though...

The pool needed to be cleaned and the guy hadn't shown up all week long. I'd had to call on Friday to rattle some cages and insist that it be done for the party. So, the wife is sitting out on the patio making one of her endless To Do lists (drives me crazy). I was in the house dusting things off, just putzing around in general. I heard foorsteps in the gravel outside the window of the office. I pulled the blinds back just enough to peer through. The pool guy. He stopped at the pool equipment to turn it on. I was just about to go about my business when I see him stop, turn to the wall, unbutton his jeans, heft the whole package out nuts and all, pull back the foreskin and take a leak against the house. I started to get a bit ticked, but then figured the poor guy is out all day. What else is he supposed to do? I was also mesmerized by his size. Flaccid it was at least 5 inches long and quite thick. His balls were pretty big too, hanging very low and you could see the sweat matting the hair on them. Very nice package. His cock swelled a bit when he was done peeing as he stroked to clear, then shook. He stuffed it down the left leg of his jeans and buttoned up. He picked up his stuff and waltzed around to the pool.

I moved to the window in the family room to watch him. Nice looking guy. Slim, nice build, dark longish hair. He had sunglasses on so I don't know what color his eyes are. As he moved the brush along the walls and floor of the pool, his shirt rose up revealing his abs. Nice. No six-pack, but nice. A small trail of hair from his navel leading down into the waist of his pants. As he moved around he kept getting harder and harder. It was snaking down the leg, almost perfectly outlined. I don't know if it was the material of his jeans rubbing against him, or what. But it sure was looking good. My wife had to see it. I looked over at her. Yup. She was watching his every move. I saw a hand drop down to her crotch and stifled a laugh.

Shit! My old lady was giving herself a little diddling over this guy. Very funny. The wife never even noticed me. And it made me horny as hell. Watching him with a huge boner poking against the already tight fabric... Seeing her rubbing a finger along her clit... I popped wood instantly! And wished I could get the both of them into the house rolling naked on the floor with me!

That thought got me really hard. I started rubbing my pole, squeezing my balls. I started leaking precome very quickly, so I dropped my pants to the floor. Standing at the window, yanking my boner, while my wife tried to discreetly poke her pussy out on the patio. What a treat this was!

We both watched him. Seeing the long pole of the skimmer net sliding through his hands. It brought thoughts to my head of him standing there stroking his rod for us, putting on a show. I don't know if he noticed either of us. Since he had on shades it was difficult to know if he saw either one of us. But after a few minutes, I didn't even care if he knew. Maybe he was getting a thrill out of it too. 'Cause his cock never went limp the whole time.

Before I knew it my balls jerked up and I was unloading. The first shot spattered against the wall just below the window. Blast after blast of hot come splashed into my left hand while I pounded my rod with my right. After I stopped shooting my load, I sighed in relief. I ventured a glance towards my wife and saw her sitting there with a big smile on her face, still watching the pool guy.

Now how to pull my pants back up without getting come all over them? Both hands were filled with it; my dick was slick and still dripping. I shrugged my shoulders, stepped out of them. I left them laying there while I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up. Got a paper towel to wipe off the wall. When I got back to the window to slip my pants back on, the guy was just finishing up. He nodded his head to me and walked around the corner of the house. As he went he grabbed the bulge in his crotch and smiled at each of us. I just imagined him going back to his truck and wacking off all over the steering wheel!

The party was a hoot! The last of the guests sober enough to drive left around 4am. The other two slept on the couches - one in an extra bedroom and one in the family room. Sunday, the house looked like a frickin disaster area! But the guests who stayed over night helped us clean everything up. By the time they left at noon the house was about spotless again.

Didn't do much the rest of the day though. Just laid around the house, ate and did the Sunday Crossword in the paper. I was so tired that I was in bed again by 8:30. But it sure was a good weekend!

 

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Imagine that. When I realized it had been so long since I'd gone to one of the local J/O group meetings I signed up to attend the last one. The group meets twice per month on Friday afternnoons at one of the local bathhouses.

Aaaaahhhhhhhh..... I feel SO much better! Small group - 7 guys showed up. Got hooked up with one of our member's member. He's in his late 30's, early 40's I guess. Very slim, dark hair, glasses, a little geeky. But he had great hands! What can I say? He's got a small dick. Barely fit in my hand, but it was a dick nonetheless! Felt good to wrap my hand around another one after so long. He does shave the shaft and his balls too - which is a plus for me. Unfortunately he had ball stubble... Ah, well, ya can't have everything, can you?

Anyway, we had a good strokin time for about 30 minutes. Then he said he needed a break. So we took a break for awhile, then got back to it. He sucked my dick for a little while. Felt fantastic to have a man sucking on me for a change. Hm. Just this instant it hit me: The difference between the guys and my wife giving hummers is the great tongue action. Swiling around the head and lapping at the underside of the shaft. Might have to TRY to give the wife some lessons in that. How do you that though? Say "Honey I love it when the guys lap at the underside of my cockhead while they suck? Do it like this..." Yeesh! I'd be sleeping on the couch.

After a little bit of mutual cock play, he sits on my lap and pulls my bone up between his thighs. The head is poking at his balls. He started riding me like that. Oh my God!! To have my cock riding up along his nuts and the shaft of his cock - felt great. He was jacking himself with one hand and reached down to play with my balls. I lost it! Started spewing my load. The first two shots hit him in the stomach and he grabbed our dicks in his hands and pumped. He started to come and stroked our poles together until we were both empty.

We laid around for a few minutes and then showered, dressed and left. God it was nice to be with some jack off buddies again after so long a dry spell.

I've gotten a few comments about my blog entries. I appreciate knowing you guys are there and reading, and enjoying! This blogging thing could become a habit! I like the thought of being able to put my experiences out there to relive 'em once in the while. I also like to write fiction, but I promise if I post a fictional story it'll be labeled to indicate it.

'Til next time, guys! You got 'em...Stroke 'em!!

 

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The Fraternity
A Fictional Essay by P. Atreides

There's this little neighborhood bar around the corner from my apartment. From the outside it looks like any other normal drinking hole. When you walk into it, it still looks that way. Slot machines built into the bar, stools lined up in front of the machines. A small kitchen for your standard bar fare: burgers, fries, wings and the like. Tables and chairs, booths. Seats maybe 175 people. A small hallway leading to the restrooms and public telephone. There are four doors leading off this hall. One marked Office - Private, one marked Women, one Men, one Janitorial.

Seems like any run of the mill joint. Inside the mens room are two stalls, a 5 foot long floor trough urinal with no privacy panels and a counter with two sinks. Inside one of the stalls is an unmarked door. If you gave it any thought at all, it would appear to be a connecting door to the Janitorial room. If you were observant, you realized it was offset from that by just enough to open into another room.

I'd been frequenting the place for a number of months. It was only last week that it struck me. I would see guys go into the men's room, but they wouldn't come back out. At first I thought maybe I just wasn't paying attention and didn't see them reemerge. But the other night there was no mistaking it.

It was early evening on a Friday night, probably around 7:30. I'd stopped right after work to wash down the grit of the day. Just as I was getting ready to go take a leak, this fairly tall, good looking guy got up from a barstool after having (evidently) lost the sawbuck he fed into the slot machine. He strolled across the bar disappearing down the hall towards the mensroom. Now I ordinarily wouldn't go into this mens room if I knew someone else was there. I have a shy bladder and can't force a stream if someone is there shoulder to shoulder with me.

So I was deliberately waiting for this guy to come back out. I waited a good 20 minutes. Then I just had to go. If I didn't I was going to piss my pants. I finally went in. Nobody was there. Huh. I know damn well he hadn't slipped past me. I was extremely vigilant feeling the urgent need to pee. I stood at the floor trough, whizzing against the wall, wondering how I could have missed this guy coming back out. Took me a long time to completely empty. I'm just forcing the last few squirts out and hear something in the stall. I looked over and the stall door wasn't closed. Curious now I shook off, stuffed myself back into my pants, zipped up and quietly leaned down to look under the door.

No feet. I pushed the stall door open. Nobody was home. I heard more sounds. Like footsteps going up a set of stairs. My curiosity really got the better of me. I reached out and tried the knob. It opened almost soundlessly. I pulled it open a tiny crack and peered in. A dimly lit stairway led up to a landing. I slowly went up as stealthily as I could. I hit the landing, which led me to short hall and another set of steps, again going up. I poked down the hallway which was a dead end with one exception. The wall to my right was kind of transparent overlooking the trough. If you stood here you could observe any guy coming in to take a leak. Gave me second thoughts about ever using the trough again.

I went back to the stairs and quietly made my way up them. A door at the top had a sign that read ROOF ACCESS. I slowly pushed it open a crack and peered around. Umbrella tables and chairs. Chaise lounges with small tables. Small landscape lights were just starting to pop on in the twilight. I saw a few were occupied. I pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. Guys were laying on the chaise lounges, just dozing or talking in murmurs, sipping on drinks. Naked. Hmm. OK, a nice rooftop tanning place. I'd have to remember this. It'd be a great place to be on a nice warm Saturday or Sunday afternoon. A couple of guys waved to me and offered a quiet hello. I waved back and went back in.

I got to the landing and again peered down the small hallway. A guy was standing and whizzing. I was mesmerized. I watched him until he was done clearing and shaking the last drop, stuffed in, zipped up and comfortably arranged. The sense of voyuerism gave me a bit of a thrill. I couldn't deny it. The proof was in my jeans. I waited until he'd washed his hands and left before making my way down. I didn't want to scare the guy if he heard me.

As I reached the bottom again I saw I'd missed a narrow hallway along the left side of the stairs. Well, what the hell? If I was exploring, why not go all the way. A straight flight of steps led down to a small alcove and a door reading BASEMENT ACCESS. I tried the knob and opened the door. It was fairly well lit and I went in. It appeared to be a locker room of some sort. But too big of one for a small bar staff.

Lockers lined two walls. Benches in front of them. An aisleway down the middle. I heard voices and running water. At the end of the room was shelving with towels piled high. Right around the archway to my left was a huge gang shower. I saw the guy that had left the bar. Under a spray of water with his back to me. A couple other guys were in there as well. One noticed me and waved. I waved back and smiled. On the other side of the hallway was a small alcove with a small raised floor area. A guy was standing bare-assed taking a piss against the wall. Another floor trough.

Past these was a glass door also on the right side. Really fogged up. I assumed a steam room as I later found out was correct. The main room led out to a large lounge area. Guys were sitting and watching TV, reading magazines, some in quiet conversation. A couple of them looked up when I walked in and nodded at me. Some were nude, some had towels wrapped around the waist. Beer and soda machines lined one wall; a couple of snack machines. A coffee maker with a full, fresh smelling pot sitting on the warmer. A small door was on the opposite side of the room. A sign next to it read SHOWER BEFORE ENTERING WET AREAS.

This was truly intriguing. It looked like some type of spa club. With some very nice amenities. I wondered what the cost was to join. I mean what a great place to just lie around and relax, chill out on a Friday or Sat night. Just a very bizarre place for it. I noticed another dooway. Again a sign was next to the door MASSAGE ROOM and in smaller type under by Appt Only. Next to it, another door: VIDEO.

I poked my head into the door marked wet areas. An indoor pool! And jacuzzi spa. A quick count told me all 20 chaise lounges were occupied, guys kicked back, relaxing. There were probably another 20 to 25 guys in the pool; some just hanging at the edge, a couple swimming laps, a few floating around. There were probably 6 guys in the jacuzzi. Three huddled up together, two perched on the deck with feet dangling in the water, one with his head leaned back eyes closed. Noone was wearing anything but a smile.

I turned and made my way back into the lounge and the guy from the bar, towel slung over his shoulder, was just settling into a chair with a cup of coffee. He smiled and said hello. A dazzling smile and just the slightest hint of dimples in his cheeks. He was a good looking guy. About 6' 3" tall with one of those perfectly proportioned builds. Broad shoulders and narrow waist. Maybe in his mid-forties. Dark, wavy hair on the longish side. He had beautiful dark eyes and the longest, thickest lashes I'd ever seen on a man. I nodded to him as I walked past. Then backstepped and motioned to him to follow me. He got up, wrapped the towel around his waist and followed me out.

As I followed him back into the locker room I saw the hair at the nape of his neck was still damp, sprung into small curls. When we got to the locker room I introduced myself in a low voice. He shook my hand and gave me his name. I asked him what the place was and how I could get in on a regular basis. He took me to a locker, opened it up and handed me a business card. It was a plain card with THE FRATERNITY "are you man enough?" written on it and a phone number. Membership is by invitation only. He asked if I'd noticed that everyone had a thin gold or silver band on the right ring finger. I hadn't but looked down at his. It looked like a plain gold wedding band. I was welcome to stay since I'd stumbled in but if I wanted to join I'd have to call and say who was sponsoring me. He'd call and verify if he thought I was the right kind of guy. Otherwise they would turn me down when I called and guys would begin checking rings. And I wasn't to think I could get away with buying a plain gold band. There's an inscription on the inside.

Well, I thought for a moment. Elite membership clubs always kind of ticked me off. He waited patiently. But there seemed to be something special about this place. And everyone I'd run into so far had seemed really kind. I shrugged and said OK. He opened a locker and told me to use it. He told me to get undressed, grab a towel and he'd be in the lounge. He tossed over his shoulder as he left that I should shower.

I was just finishing up my shower and toweling dry when a couple guys wandered in. They too smiled, nodded, and said hello. One of them looked me up one side and down the other. I pretended I didn't notice - or didn't care if I had. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went back to the lounge. He stood as I entered and offered me a coffee. I took it gladly and we sat down on a small sofa. He told me the club was a charitable organization. It raised money to give away. Money was made by monthly dues, the vending machines, occasional raffles and a few other sundry things. Like the massuer gave a percentage. That kind of thing. I nodded and told him I thought it was excellent. A terrific way to support charity.

Then he asked if I was gay, bi, or was I a straight guy who liked an occasional circle jerk. I laughed with embarrassment but didn't understand why he was asking. He reached over and put a hand on my crotch and gave a little squeeze. I just sat there and didn't move. He started rubbing and squeezing me, running his other hand along my thigh. Much to my own chagrin I felt a slight stirring, even though I was looking around nervously at the other guys in the room. He smiled at me and stopped.

Said he'd show me around. I followed him to the pool. We floated around a little bit and then hit the jacuzzi for a while. I got a little too hot and sat up on the deck. He moved between my legs, pushing them open wider, and proceeded to knead and stroke my entire package. Nothing was happening. I couldn't get past the fact that we were in plain sight of the rest of the guys in the jacuzzi. He told me to lie back and close my eyes. I laid back on the deck, threw an arm across my face, took a deep breath and tried to relax. I mean, come on, a freely given hand job? I wasn't going to turn that down no matter who was on the other end. Being single and between girlfriends I'd been doing enough solo flying for a while. Slowly I started to respond.

As I laid there, breathing with purpose, I actually started to enjoy it. I rolled my head to one side and peeked out at the other guys. They weren't paying any attention to us at all. I finally relaxed completely and felt my soldier rise to full attention. I removed my arm from my eyes and looked at the guy between my legs. He winked at me and smiled. Then asked if it felt good or if there was something I'd like him to do differently.

I couldn't deny it. It was fantastic and told him so. This was by far the best hand job I'd ever gotten in my life. Ever. He was strong, steady, gentle, and purposeful in his ministrations. Each stroke, each kneading motion, each massage over my balls. Everything was in perfect harmony with my sensations. I felt my nuts start to elevate and he backed off and slowed down. As they dropped back down he picked up speed and pressure. Four or five times he brought me right to the edge and then squeezed the base and gently pulled my testes back down. My entire crotch was soaked in my own slick wetness of precome.

By this time my hips had begun to writhe and thrust up pushing my hardness through his hands. My balls began to ache. It was a good ache though; they felt heavy and full. And even as he tried to hold them down they pulled up firmly against his fingers. I heard myself start to moan softly. He had me so close. A few more strokes across the head and I'd be done for. I thrust my hips up forcefully. And suddenly lost the crest when I felt four hands start massaging my chest and arms.

My eyes opened instantly and started to sit up. It had scared me. Not enough to lose my wood, but enough to stop me from ejaculating. Two of the guys who had been loungeing around in the jacuzzi were smiling down at me. One told me to relax, that it was ok, I was fine. Noone was going to hurt me.

I laid back again. Now I had six hands wandering my entire body. They were everywhere. Within a minute or two they had me right back at the peak. My whole body began to vibrate. They strung me along like that for the longest time. I know I was moaning and crying out, twisting and writheing around. My butt was thrusting up high off the deck. But I wasn't in control of any of it. Those six hands knew precisely what they were doing, driving me to the brink. I savored each and every touch. It was like small, constant jolts of electricity through me.

I heard my voice crying out in pleasure. They brought me higher and higher. Just to the edge and back down, to the edge and back down. I'd never experienced anything like this in my entire life. Nothing compared to it. And just as I thought I couldn't possibly get any harder than I already was I felt a mouth lower slowly down to the root of my burgeoning 8". A rough tongue played over the sensitive underside of the shaft, then swirled around the corona of the head. Another tongue started lapping at my nuts. I know I yelled out loudly. I heard myself. Exactly what I was yelling I don't know. It probably wasn't anything intelligable at all.

I looked down and I swear my tool was longer, thicker, and certainly much, much harder than it had ever been. I could feel the spasms deep inside of me as my overfilled prostate tried to force the fluid from itself. And still they didn't let me come. A hand squeezing hard at the shaft base shut off the escape route. My balls felt huge. They ached with a dull throbbing. I could feel my cock pounding, expanding and contracting in girth with my rapid pulse.

I'd had plenty of women over the years give me handjobs and suck my dick, but nothing like this. Not a single one of them had ever taken me to this place. My body was tightly wound. Every muscle tense. Every nerve end singing.

I felt the hand release my balls from its grip and the hand squeezing the base of my pole loosened and started a milking stroke, squeezing as it made its way up and over the tip. I felt a finger push through my rectum and against my prostate. Like a geyser in Yellowstone I felt the hot liquid boil over and shoot up through me. Every nerve was so tuned I was able to track the progression. I felt it shoot up through the shaft, pause for a milisecond at the base of the head and then the first spurt finally exited through the tip. Hot splatters fell over me as I felt the gathering force of the next spasm begin deep down in my groin.

As the muscles around my prostate relaxed I could feel the hot liquid fill the void of the first shot. I felt the force of the spasm gather and suddenly squeeze sending the next volley spewing through. Up the shaft it moved as the smooth muscles forced it along its path. Again the nano-second pause just under the head before it shot free and washed over my body. Each spurt lowered slightly in force, but not sensation and I gasped for air between each one. The stroking hand kept to the rythym of the pulsing shots, milking the shaft each time and I would feel a gentle squeeze on my balls and a slight pressure against my prostate. I don't know how many shots fired out of my steel pole. It seemed to go on for a long, long time. And I didn't want it to end.

My body was limp when the spurts ebbed to a river drooling from the tip. The sheer force and volume of my ejaculation left me drenched in warm, slick pools of thick fluid from the hair on my head to the fine hair of my abdomen. Hands were spreading it over me, bathing me in it. It seemed like hours that I lay there, breathing heavily, sighing loudly.

I heard a whisper in my ear asking how I felt. All I could do was sigh in complete satisfied relief. My skin soft and warm. The hand still very slowly and gently stroking my wet, slick cock. Fingers gently running over my balls; balls which now felt so light. Empty. I felt so good. So relaxed. So utterly at peace. As a warm, soft, thick towel was gently laid over me he whispered, "Welcome to the Fraternity." I smiled and drifted off into a sound sleep.

Copyright 2005 by P. Atreides. All rights reserved. Permission to use or reprint all or part of this fictional essay may be obtained by writing to paatreides@yahoo.com

 

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Monday, May 9

Well, it's been a while... Just been positively up to my eyeballs in work. Serious OT here. Up to 14 hours per day. Just gets ya absolutely exhausted!

So, the blog has suffered. So has everything else... No time for anything! No fun of any kind: no veggin out in front of the television, no lounging by the pool, no JACKING OFF!! That's the worst! Having my balls suffer is something I can't take for vey long. I'm used to getting off every few days - at the most.

Saturday I got home from the office just dead tired. And we had plans for that evening. Without a nap there was no way I was going to keep my eyes open. I told my wife I needed to lay down for a short while. She'd been at work almost all day as well. When we're both tired (and cranky) like that we usually split up into separate rooms to nap. So I headed off to the bed and left her to deal with the couch in the family room.

I stripped down and dropped onto the bed. I just knew I would be asleep before my head hit the pillow. Ahhhh, it wasn't to be. My pecker popped bone almost as soon as it hit the sheets. I sleep on my side - kinda rolled over. A knee pulled up a bit, cock and balls dragging on the mattress. Well, I TRIED to ignore it. But it kept on badgering me and my balls were a little tender and achy. It was obvious there was no way I was going to get any sleep until I took care of it. I thrust against the mattress a little bit then rolled onto my back, wrapped my fist firmly around the base and pounded away.

I wanted it to be quick so I could sleep! I felt my balls pull up and the come start to gather and the door opened! She comes barging in... Lost the edge immediately. 'Course my cock was still standing up in the air and my fist was wrapped around it. No hiding it. No sense in even trying. I let it slap back down onto my stomach. It bounced back up hovering above my stomach, bobbing up and down with my pulse.

She smiled at me... I thought, Hmmmm... Maybe a quick blow job?? A helping hand??? Nope. She undressed and leaves the room saying she'd leave me alone so I could finish and get some sleep. She closed the door behind her. Welp, back to the matter at hand - pun fully intended.

I geared back up and was firing off in no time. It left me really relaxed and I was finally able to drift off to sleep. A nice deep, restful nap. That's the really nice thing about whacking off: it's as quick, or as long and pleasurable, as you want it to be. Woke up about 90 minutes later with my come still all over me. I went and turned on the shower and went out to the patio to have a smoke while the water got warm. She joins me out there. Typical conversation - not a single word about the splatters of dried jizz all over my chest.

I need a vacation though. Off by my lonesome to just chill out. Recently, I've been too busy. I think I need some "me" time.

I used to get a week a year just for me. The wife would go off to the beach for a week with her girlfriends. That gave me the house to myself and I was able to do what I wanted; when ever and where ever I wanted. I normally spent the first full day getting the house spotless. Then I would kick back and enjoy the week. I'd read, watch films she had no interest in, lounge by the pool. I'd only put clothes on to go out to a store or something. Otherwise I spent the entire week in the buff.

Twice in the 5 years she went off like that I had a small group of guys over for a skinny-dipping party. We grilled some burgers, swilled some beer, frolicked in the pool, sat around and b.s.'ed. All of us naked as jaybirds. All day and evening long. It was great. And of course everyone being nude eventually one thing led to another.

A couple of hours into it I noticed one of my friends had been MIA for a good half hour. I became concerned, wondering if maybe he'd already had too much to drink, and went looking for him. Imagine my utter surprise to find him in one of the bedrooms. He's on his knees at the bottom of the bed with his face buried in a crotch. I honestly had no idea he was bi. He's married, has kids and it was something we'd just never discussed. But there he was: stroking the guys pole with one hand; the other was stroking his own and he was tonguing the guys balls.

Chad, on the one hand - the one being serviced, I knew was gay. Everyone did. He'd been married and had kids and then one day after the last one had just gone off to college - Bam! he announces he's gay, moves out and files for divorce. After 22 years of marriage. His wife was stunned. His kids took it in stride.

But Chris really sent me for a loop. I didn't say anything though, I just kinda quietly joined in. I sat down on the end of the bed slowly jerking off. I reached out and took hold of Chad's dick. Without a word Chris grabbed mine and started pumping on it. It wasn't long before all 7 of us were gathered in that bedroom. Guys pounding away - on themselves and each other. Taking turns in front of Chad and Chris getting a little bit of a sucking on. Took about an hour before everyone in the group had come. I got some towels, we all cleaned up and went back out to the pool.

Chris and I never talked about it. When I'd invite him over for some skinny dipping he always showed up. If other guys were there and a circle jerk started he'd join in. But we never had any mutual sessions with just the 2 of us, although we had plenty of opportunities. Just didn't happen for some reason. Maybe he wasn't really interested unless he was in the throes of all that hard meat.

 

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Wednesday, May 11

Did you read Dear Abby today??? UnFUCKing believable! This idiot writes in complaining that she's a mouthpiece for the gay community because she cited (and agrees) with scientific evidence pointing towards the fact that there are approximately 300 vertebrate species in the animal world that exhibit homosexual behavior. And recent studies have isolated that it is certainly genetic. This guy tells her she must retract her statement!! What a fucking MORON!!!

Can there really be such ignorant, stupid, gullible people in this world? To think that sexual orientation is a choice?? I want to say to them: That means you CHOOSE that your dick gets hard when you see or think about pussy. It's not that you are REALLY interested in or aroused by it - you CHOOSE to be. Well, guess what my good (red-necked, asshole) buddy??? That means YOU are just as capable of sucking cock, or getting butt-fucked and LOVING IT as any fag in history. That means you can NOT say "even the thought of it turns your stomach." because you'd be contradicting your belief.

I still cannot believe there are (supposedly) intelligent people in this world that can make such stupid statements. These kinds of folks are being led around through the nose by religious zealots. I think these are the same idiots who think that Life Extending Machines and Fertility Treatments are "God's Will" and pulling the plug on such machinery to allow a death is "murder and a sin;" that using a rubber or other type of contraception is "a crime against God & nature and a sin." Contradictory statements people!!! Wake the fuck up!!

Like that woman in the midwest several years ago that used fertility drugs to get pregnant. She ended up with 7 viable fetuses in-utero. When the doctors suggested "selective reduction" she refused because it was God's will that she have these 7 babies. No it was NOT! She interfered with God's will by using fertility drugs.

If you believe fully in "God's Will" you do not use fertility treatments of any kind to get pregant. You do it the old fashioned way - you fuck. If it happens, it happens, if it doesn't, it doesn't: that's God's will. If you believe in God's Will you do not take Viagra, or Cialis so you can get your pecker up to have sex; it was God's will that kept it from getting hard in the first place.

If you believe in God's will, you do not sue anyone for "wrongful death" of a loved one due to an accident (automobile or otherwise): that was God's will. If you believe in God's will, you do not use any type of life saving equipment: No feeding tubes, no dialysis, no blood transfusions, no oxygen masks, no pacemakers, no stents. If you or your loved one dies, it is God's will. To keep them alive by any "artificial" means whatsoever is defying His will. That means no chemotherapy, no radiation: that is an artificial means of extending life.

If you believe that abortion is murder and a crime against God and therefore a sin, you can not believe in capitol punishment; you can not condone owning a gun which could be used to kill another person.

Yeesh! Sorry for the rant... that kind of shit just really gets me riled up.

 

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Thursday, May 12

Wooooooooweee!! Just got out of a lunch meeting going over the company 401k plan. Doesn't sound very exciting does it? But let me tell you, the guy from Merrill Lynch who did the presentation - one hot stud-muffin. Dark and just under 6' tall, dark hair, dark brown eyes, nice build, and the longest, thickest eyelashes I've seen on a guy in a long, loooong time. He's enough to turn your head immediately.

I happened to be sitting in the chair next to the laptop he was using for the PowerPoint presentation. He's got on this nice dark suit. Made out of some kind of thin material. Draped very nicely on him. So as he starts his spiel, he unbuttons the coat and it falls open. My eyes damn near popped out of my head! HUGE package. And I do mean HUGE.

I couldn't stop looking at his crotch... And as he turned to me I could see the outline of his cock. Pulled up against his abs to the right. The material of his pants - whatever it is - drapes and kind of clings to the shape. Every time he'd stretch to the computer his coat would pull towards his back and the crotch of the pants would tighten over his dick defining it even more! Oh, sweet mother of... Would I have loved to have been able to reach out and grab a handful of that!! My, oh my, oh my! he's gonna be fantasy jack off fodder for sure!!

 

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Monday, May 16

Well, it was a nice relaxing weekend. Went to see Chorus Line - ugh!. Not a very inspired production to say the least. They cut a lot of stuff from the script and it still ran almost 2 hours! Eeeek! Run, Toto, run!!

The rest of the weekend was very nice. Got lots of sleep. Got off 3 times. That was especially nice. Got laid once and two nice stroking sessions. Ahhhhhh. Love it when I can jack off, come, and then just drift off to sleep. It's like living without a care in the world.

One whack off session was out on the couch in the family room... Blew off a pretty big load that time and shot all over my chest. Just rubbed it all in. Mmmm. Then drifted off to sleep. That night laying in bed, got off another load. Unloaded into a tube sock that time. Then just rolled over and fell asleep.

Actually got laid on Sunday. Nice. Plenty of foreplay - getting my balls massaged and my cock stroked. She even lapped and licked and sucked everything for a little while. Then I got to do one of my favorite things - titty fuck. Rubbing the head of my dick, oozing lots of precum, all over her nipples. They get almost as hard as my pecker. It feels great against the soft underside of my cockhead. And I love the feel of my balls dragging across her ribcage and sternum - If there's lots of precum to slide through it feels even better! Then she's pushing her tits against the shaft while I'm gliding my slippery, hard on between them. The head of my cock bumping against her neck. While she does this I reach behind me and finger her clit. I rub my fingers faster and faster until she comes. Then I get to shoot my wad all over her throat. After I come, I wrap my hand around the shaft and rub my dick through it all, spreading all over her tits. I drag my lowering balls through it. Feels SOOO good.

Getting off three times made up for the fact that I couldn't do anything all week long because of houseguests. Normally I can jack off at lunchtime if I need to. But can't do that when guests are there... No. Wouldn't be prudent. Anyway - all guests were gone on Sat morning.