Can it really be eight months since I posted an entry to this log? If so, it wasn’t for lack of masturbation–rest easy, folks, my cock is still getting its due virtually every day.
Last May was our second Masturbation Month under the pall of Covid, and I was hard-pressed to find a way to mark the occasion. In prior years I would try to find a way to make the month special: perhaps a trip to the sex shop, asking the salesgirl, “What have you got for a guy who really likes to masturbate?” Or a masturbation field trip, just to stroke off and cum in a new place. By far, the best were the trips to the Center for Sex & Culture’s Masturbate-a-thons in San Francisco. My first time I was apprehensive as hell and horny as fuck--jacking myself off in front of a crowd? terrifying and oh so arousing!
Though I am not a big toy-fucker (I’ve been a virtuoso solo-sexer with my hands since Kindergarten), I have amassed a large collection of jack-off sleeves and the like, mostly from the aforementioned trips to the sex toy store. In May I decided to clear out the collection of less-or unused toys. To paraphrase Marie Kondo: “If it doesn’t spark jizz, let it go.” But before each one departed, I would give it a thorough fucking and leave it with my cum in, on or around it. It was a least a way to keep the month masturbation-forward is some way.
The rest of spring and summer were just a lot of the usual, in masturbatory terms. The economy in California came back and I had less time on my hands to put my hands on my cock, but I still managed to get myself off regularly as always. Masturbation has always been such a regular part of my life that unless I am shooting my load in a national park or something, it simply blends into my everyday experience. Not to say that I don’t love masturbation: I call myself a masturbationist as a way of expressing how much I love to get myself off. But masturbating is so normal, so everyday, that individual whacking sessions don’t always lodge themselves in my memory.
Between the ages of ten and twenty or so, I masturbated three or more times every day. That’s over a thousand solo orgasms every year! Though there a number of those youthful wanks that I can still recall–because I got caught, or had a close call, or came someplace new–most are just a vague memory of pleasure and happiness.
So it is today. Tens of thousand of orgasms at my own hands, gallons of cum, endless pleasure. But all those individual stroke-offs don’t always stand out as noteworthy. Perhaps that’s why I have been remiss in reporting in.
A new month is about to begin. Perhaps I will try to do a daily record of my masturbation for the month, just to see what that looks like at the end….
Source: JOMaster’s Masturbation Log – Page 3 – Onania Masturbator Forum