Back in high school, my buddies were always asking to see my Jack-Off magazines. I knew my buddies could not get their own Jack-Off material, but I had no problem being able to amass I huge collection, due to my prematurely receding hairline and my Macho attire, which made me look like much older adult male. It was not uncommon for me to have a room full of men sporting erections in our slacks as they checked out my vast Jack-Off magazine collection. Although, we would bust each other’s’ balls about Jerking Off, every male there knew, I was the one that actually owned the Jerk-Off material.
The most emasculating label/term any male can be called is a Jerk-Off! Not only does it imply that he cannot get his rocks off with a broad, but it also means he must use his own fist to try and relieve his sexual frustrations. I figured that other men were daunted by my Macho attitude and attire, causing them to bust my balls in the locker room, by referring to me as a Jerk-Off, but it never occurred to me that they essentially understood that my only sexual outlet were my Jack-off magazines and my used my own fist to deal with my sexual frustrations. Like any respectable Macho Male, I bragged in the locker room about the action I was getting with broads and how they were intimidated by my potent and superior sperm. Thanks to my Macho attitude and attire, I figured I was able to get away with bragging about getting my rocks off with broads, despite the only action I was getting was heavy petting and going home with Blue Balls.
I thought my closest buddy, Reed was the only guy that actually knew that I was going home with Blue Balls, and he only knew it because we go on double dates together. At first, my saving grace was that he was also being left with Blue Balls too. But by our junior year, he was able to get his dates to start spilling his seed. At the time, I was very envious, but over time, I was able to appreciate, the fact that I was being left with Blue Balls and Jerking Off to deal with my sexual frustrations.