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Fergus MacDougal – My Recent Trip
Okay, I have made two posts in my masturbation journal so far, both of them of an introductory nature. So now let me confess about my behavior in the last few days, describe for you how naughty I have been.
I travel a lot, driving scenic roads and camping, usually alone. I have a truck camper, a perfect place to masturbate. I can be in a crowded campground, or for that matter a Walmart parking lot, and nobody will know if I strip off all my clothes and spend an hour with my penis in my hand.
This particular trip began with a change of plans – there was a heatwave and my initial route was just too hot. So I veered off, towards the coast, and found a cool forested place to camp. I got there about dinner time, but first things first, before dining I pulled my pants down and played with my penis for half an hour. Such delight! I am never disappointed, it is guaranteed excitement and pleasure! How many other activities can that be said for?
I made a tactical mistake, though, I was tempted by the allure of orgasm and let myself enjoy one. When I was younger that would have been no problem, it was never long until my libido would be back to full throttle. But now, age 67, a full orgasmic release with ejaculation often zeroes out my sexual energy and it requires at least half a day to recharge – but of course the excitement and thrill of orgasm is always worth it. This time the result of the unplanned climax was that I had a quiet dinner, watched a movie, and fell asleep without any more sex. But masturbation is always in the back of my mind, the urge to indulge, and inevitably it will come to the fore.
The next morning I had a cup of coffee, ran the heater for a short time, then got naked and erect. My plan was to write about how Playboy magazine influenced my younger self, something I had been thinking about on the previous day’s drive. But after sketching out the Playboy idea, I went back to the beginning of the essay to add some background information – how and why “men’s magazines” had become so important to me.
It turned into another recounting of my sexual history – I do so love to remember those days and to describe them! Reading my own erotic thoughts turns me on, and I like to think of other men responding the same way. It is all about our shared heritage as male animals, our memories of boyhood, our discovery of sexual delight, our wonder years of frantic masturbation.
I always masturbate as I write, alternating every line or so between typing and penis stroking. Now and then I go back and read what I have written and masturbate with increased intensity for a few minutes. Can there be a more wonderful way to spend a morning? In this case I lost track of time, as I often do when sex-obsessed, and suddenly realized it was noon and I had to vacate my campsite. I decided not to orgasm, to save the sexual energy, and reluctantly put my beautiful penis away.
The next twenty four hours were similar to the previous day, except that I did not climax in the evening, saved that for the next morning. Actually, it was afternoon by the time I got around to orgasming, I kept writing and stroking until two o-clock before I could make myself stop. Seven hours of sexual fun! Anyone creeping up close to my camper might have overheard my periodic hoarse breathing and soft moaning. If they peeped in a window they would have seen a naked man steadily stroking his big boner as he typed on his laptop.
Sometimes a good orgasm is the only way I can get control of myself and do something other than masturbate. When I realized what time it was I switched from writing to watching porn videos, lovely images of attractive young people fucking. I began to masturbate with exceptional intensity. In that remote and almost empty campground I could indulge in some moaning and heavy breathing, an extra bit of sexy fun. After edging for several minutes, totally obsessed, eyes closed, mouth open, I engineered an amazing climax. It staggered to my feet and tottered around the camper with my twitching dick in my hand, pumping out several wet spurts followed by a dozen intense dry spasms. Not the spectacular cum-geyser of youth, but it feels almost as good.
The rest of the trip followed the same pattern, two to four hours of writing and masturbating every morning in the privacy of my camper. Next I will share with you some of the literary output from this trip.
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