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Jerking History, Volume 1

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I'd like to write the secret history of masturbation, some day. So many people you pass on the street, and you wonder how they do it; nobody talks about it. Well, except here.

Here's how I usually start. I dip into the vaseline and grease my dick up, real nice. 'Oh, yeah', I say to myself as I take the first tentative pulls on my dick. It's nice in a standing position to start with, and then to sit.

I pull on my ball sac with my left hand, and play with my balls, dreaming of some girl I know.

But what I really like is to slide a finger in my asshole. Greased up, it can be your thumb, forefinger, or middle finger (best). Sometimes I slide it around the rim, teasing myself. Othertimes I go all the way in, a good 5 inches or so. This is best with your middle finger, and it leaves the palm of your hand to sit on. All the while, I'm slowly pulling on my dick, being careful not to jerk too hard-as you first start playing with your asshole, you can lose it, quick! You won't want to come too soon!

Another good technique is to twist your finger. It's most sensitive the first two inches or so of your asshole. But, be careful-again, you can go over the edge quickly like this!

At one point in my life, I got into exhibitionism. I used to do this at the same time every night in my living room. I lived in a high rise tower in LA, and I could see into the rooms of another tower across the way, from my living room. Frankly, it's one of the reasons I rented the apartment. And, almost more importantly, they could see into mine. I would sit in the same brown chair every night. I had the TV against the window wall, and I'd start by half-watching TV, as I described above.

The only difference being, I'd sit on my palm, on the edge of the chair. My balls would dangle down below, and I'd have to grab them; I need three hands!

I'd steal glances up at my neighbors' windows, and monitor the situation like that. When I first started, I'd be sure and keep to the same time every night. I guess I was sort of 'training' my neighbors to watch out for me. I guess I figured if I did it every night at 8, then I'd get a crowd. I was right.

People would move into and out of 'Tower B'. So, for a while, at least, I'd have an audience. I 'hooked' women, couples, single males. I'd get girl roomates giggling. They had a Halloween party one night, and I figured out that one of the girls-I made up names for them-Marie, was explaining me to her friends as I sat there fully clothed at 8pm, in a chair pretending to ignore them. They all stared down at me, and waited. It was 8 pm. I blew them off. Hell, I didn't invite anyone else. I was miffed! I felt cheated-on, in some perverse way.

Later on that night, one girl alone came to the window. Well, I don't have to tell you the show I put on for her. I think I shot a load over my head. Best part about it: she didn't call her friends.

I used to love these adventures. I'll share more another time.



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