Fucking the Vaseline jar

Elton said:

“Fetish” is defined by “Webster” as “an object believed among primitive people to have magical power…an object or a body part that arouses libido…”

Once I learned about jackin’-off at the age of 14 and that my li’l dick could be used for more than jus takin’ a leak, there was no stoppin’ me, guys! I was open to anything. The hose of my mom’s Hoover? Went there; did that. A greased up empty tube from an empty roll of toilette paper? Same! Cuttin’ a hole in the top of a melon? Whadda YOU think, guys? Corin’ an apple, lubin’ the core up with butter, added’ a little Cinnamon and sugar, and forcin’ my dick-head inside the messy goo? Shit! After screwin’ the apple round ‘n round my fuck knob for about 5 minutes, my nuts were addin’ to the sticky stuff inside. Didn’t taste half bad, either, for sure. Juicey, for real.

And, lubes? A-fuckin-a, dudes! It was like the medicine cabinet and closet in the bathroom had been stocked specifically to provide a “little somethin’ extra” to my fantasy fistin’ sessions. Shaving cream? Check (I really got off on the mentholated for the extra bit of a buzz). Baby oil? Check. My mom’s rose water and glycerin? Check that, guys ( though had to be careful with the stuff – it cost a lot of money for a small bottle). Jergen’s Hand Lotion, cold cream, toothpaste, hair gel, Vick’s vapor rub ( that damn menthol again), Tiger Balm and BenGay…? ALL check, dudes!!!

And then, I discovered Vaseline Petroleum Jelly!

I was home alone to hone my bone, you know, like I mean foolin’ with the tool to make it drool one summer’s afternoon . I had been in my bedroom, havin’ taken a shower, just buck-assed naked, not doin’ much of anything when I sported a boner. Was sorta typical of my life at 15 – the damn thing would pop up anywhere, anytime, without as of much as a “here I cum, li’l buddy; now whadda you gonna do about it?” I was never one to let a good thing go; and so I went to the bathroom to get my old bath towel outta the shower. It wasn’t there – Mom musta thrown it in for the laundry – and so I opened the closet door and grabbed a clean towel. As I was pullin” it out, I heard a loud “clump!” on the bathroom floor, looked down, and saw that a large, unopened, economy-sized jar of Vaseline had been pulled out with the fuckin’ towel.. Even now, it doesn’t take much for me to remember how yellow the stuff looked surrounded with that blue ‘n white label.

I pried open that lid which gave it’s distinctive “pop,” and took a whiff. There was somethin’ about the odor that made my dick jerk, and I was oozin’ a bubble of “pre”. It looked like a crock of pale, yellow butter. My cock gave another jerk, and that was sign enough for me. “I gotta see how this stuff feels.”

Followed my throbbin’, bouncin’ bone back to my bed, threw back the covers, spread out the towel, opened my legs wide, and cupped my nuts with my left hand, while I began a nice, easy slide ‘n glide up ‘n down my woodie, just sorta workin’ the pre into my knob and all over the shaft. At 15, I was leakin’ a goodly amount of the “clear, sticky stuff,” dudes. And, massagin’ the sweet sap into my dick, felt awesome. The jar of Vaseline was restin’, cool, between my inner thighs just below my tightenin’ seed-sac.

It was only a coupla minutes before my stiffie got stiffer, and my knob was expandin’ with the piss-slit openin’ wide ‘n lettin’ more pre ooze out. I could feel my face gettin’ hot, and I could see a red flush spread out over my shoulders and down across my belly. My toes were beginnin’ to curl, my tummy muscles were beginnin’ to twitch and spasm, and my ass-hole was winkin’ all over the fuckin’ place. That’s when I picked up the jar of Vaseline, turned it upside-down over my prick, took aim at the center of the semi-solid, waxy lookin’ contents of the jar, and with a mean hump of my slender hips, rammed my dick all the way up into the bottom of the jar.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH SWEEEEEEEEEEEET JEEEEEEEEEEEESUSSSSSSSSSSSS H!!!. The warmth of the jelly seemed to clamp snug around my whole prick. There was a suction like gulp from the jar as my hard dick forced half of the grease outta the jar, coatin’ my nuts with meltin’, slimey jelly. I held the jar tight down on my shaft, forcin’ my piss-lips hard against the bottom. And then…………OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!!!

I came.

Now, I usually shot a good distance – one of the things that turned me on about jackin’, guys – sometimes up over my shoulder. But, with the jar held tight agasinst my piss-hole, there was nothin’ for me to do but watch my load ooze ‘n leak ‘n drizzle all over the bottom of the jar. It felt like I would never stop juicin’, and the jizz was trapped between the bottom of the jar and the thick layer of jelly. Fuck! I thought I wouldn’t stop shakin’. In fact, I was gettin’ light headed, and the room was gettin’ really warm and beginnin’ to spin. Manohmanohmanohhhhhh, what a trip!

I could feel my ass give one final flex, forcin’ out the last drops of my wad, and my breathin’ began to return to normal. I just lay there stunned and spent. A few minutes passed; and then I began to ease the jar off my still swollen and leakin’ dick. Fuck! I took in a deep breath as this motion began to tickle the hell outta my sensitive knob. And then, out plopped my dick along with almost all the rest of the jelly and my load. What a mess! What a beautiful mess!!!

Naturally, the towel was a fuckin’ mess, the jar of vaseline was wasted, and I had just had the jack of my young life. The towel had to be deep-sixed because of the coagulatin’ grease, and I needed another shower to try to get the jelly outta my pubes.

At supper that night, we was all sittin’ around the table talkin’ when my dad asked my mother, “Helen, didn’t you get a new jar of vaseline last week when you went shopping? I could use some on some really cracked elbows to soften up the skin.”

“Gee, honey,” she said. “I don’t think so. Elton, when you’re done, why don’t you check out the closet in the bathroom for your dad while I ret up the table? You can always run down to Kelly’s and get another jar if there isn’t any……”

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After that, I only used vaseline to lube up for jackin’ just a coupla of times, and I made sure I bought it with my own allowance money, and kept the jar hidden in the back of my closet.. I found that the slickness on my rod and the warmth that spread through my pounder made me cum too fuckin’ fast. I had tried fuckin’ a guy once who had liberally greased up his hole with about a half a jar of the stuff. I was ready to “do the nasty,” but as I eased on in, the memory of the feelin’ of that first time usin’ the stuff made me “pop” my spooge before we ever had a chance to get started. And to this day, whenever I pass a shelf of vaseline petroleum jelly, I begin to throw a really mean bone. Sorta like I’m throwin’ now. Know what I mean?

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FETISH…

,,,is defined by “Elton” as “a large, “opened,” economy-sized jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly.”

So, what’s your fetish, guys. Cum on, dudes, and share it with us. Get us horned, boned, jackin’, and the good stuff flowin’.

Elton

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