JOMaster’s Masturbation Log – Onania Masturbator Forum

Fear not, friends: I may not have been posting on the forum much lately but rest assured that I am still beating my meat as joyfully and frequently as ever…

Here in SoCal, we have been in the grip of a triple-digit heat wave for what seems like forever, until a tropical storm threw some moisture our way Friday night. I happened to be working a late shift Friday, going from 105F at midday to warm tropical rain at midnight. It was past three am when I headed for home. During the thirty-five-minute drive, I had my phone tuned to the Wank Bank: the whole way I listed to Wet Jane cumming and talking about her need to masturbate. Of course, this left me hard as a rock and dripping precum when I got home.

Something I miss about my younger life as a masturbator (aside from my youth!) is the freedom to jack off outdoors. Growing up, I spent many summer nights (and more than a few days) happily masturbating in the back yard, enjoying the titillation of the open air on my body, not to mention the thrill of possible discovery. But in this modern age, with a high-def camera (with internet access) in every pocket, I am more hesitant to indulge in outdoor Onanism.

There in the rain, in the wee hours, I suddenly had the urge to cum in the rain. I live on a corner lot, and one side of the back yard has a fence running along the sidewalk: anyone walking along it could potentially see through the gaps in the fence what’s happening in the yard. A city streetlight also illuminates the yard at night, so it isn’t the most private.

But at four am, in the rain, am I likely to be seen? No! my throbbing cock seemed to be saying. Let’s do it. let’s stroke off and cum in the rain!

Who was I to argue? Clad in nothing but flip-flops and a turgid dick, I stepped into the yard. The rain had lightened to almost a heavy drizzle, and the day’s heat left the night still warm in spite of the rain, so it was quite comfortable. In moments I was covered in rainwater; out in open like that, the water streaming down my body made me feel even more naked. I stroked away, standing under the glow of the streetlamp, visible to anyone who might care to look and see me.

How long was I out there, masturbating in the open? I’m not sure–How high is up? But I was definitely in the zone, my body connected to my cock in that way all pro-level masturbators know. My shyness about being seen faded as my masturbatory bliss filled every corner of my mind. As my arousal peaked, I crossed into that mental space where I want to be seen, Where I would invite the world to enjoy The Masturbator in his cock-pumping glory. I sank to my knees and came, my paroxysm so strong I seemed to see stars.

I stayed like that for a while, milking out the last of my load as my penis softened from its rampant state. A voice seemed to be speaking to me, my younger self, the show-offy jackaholic who’d made masturbation an adventure: Good job, buddy. We’ve missed you.

That experience in the yard ignited the fires of Onan and took over the weekend. I’ve spent the whole time naked and masturbating, glazed with my semen and insatiably horny for myself. My last nut–number four since I jizzed in the rain–was to a favorite scene from 2001: Kim Chambers performs a dildo masturbation show in a parking garage for a trio in a limousine (among the voyeurs in a member of my personal Jack-off Muse Hall of Fame, Keisha).