Sexapalooza

Big Load

2009-10-18T16:12:00.003-05:00

So, this is something I thought was just a myth perpetuated by high school locker rooms and porno, but apparently it's true that if you don't ejaculate for several days, you'll have a bigger load later.

I mean, I don't masturbate THAT much. A couple times a week I guess, but this last week I didn't for maybe 10 days straight, and then I got a blowjob from R.

She pretty much gagged. The sheer amount of semen that KEPT COMING was more than either of us expected, and... well, there you go. It's not a myth. More fluid comes out if you wait a couple days.

That's... That's all I got.

Intimacy and sexuality

2009-09-21T16:45:00.002-05:00

Making love? or just fucking?

The lines tend to blur I've found. In fact, I've found them blur during the course of action. It's interesting, looking back at the sex from the day before, analyzing how I acted, how R acted, how I felt.

Take last night. I had every intention of just fucking. We took a shower, fooled around, touched each other all over, got in the mood. Once we started having actual sex, it started out more selfish in a way, best I can tell. Then it turned more intimate, more about how we both felt, then it ended when I could no longer maintain my erection (22 with ED. What a ripoff.).

R and I have worked it out, so I didn't feel bad about not being able to keep it up. We went on with more of a mutual masturbation thing that, for me at least, started out more intimate, and ended more as a selfish aim for pleasure.

Because of our differing schedules, R and I are rarely on the exact same page when it comes to our sexual moods and appetites. When I get up in the day, she's already been up for awhile. She's generally more aroused than I am, and it takes me awhile to want to be physical. Then, when I'm ready for bed, I'm very horny, and she's usually asleep. I think we do a really good job of staying romantic and intimate, but it'll be interesting to see how things progress when I have a job in the daytime and a libido that more closely resembles hers. Perhaps the difference between lovemaking and fucking will be more apparent, or maybe the lines will blur even more. Perhaps there is no pure lovemaking, due to our instinctual desire to eventually have an orgasm.

Somehow I don't think it works the other way around though. Are all acts of sex in some way lovemaking? Or are they all just fucking at the core, sometimes with the love and sensitivity attached?

A guy at work the other night asked me to set him up, half-jokingly, I think. When I mentioned he had a wife, he said, "Why does everyone think that just because I have a wife that I'm not interested in having sex with other people?" and he went on to explain that monogamy is not natural.

So then I wonder, what part of the sex is the cheating and betrayal? Is it the possibility that you might have some feeling of love for a second person the cheating part? or is it the simple fucking that is the betrayal?

That opens up a whole new can of worms though, since you can have a feeling of love for many people, and just not show it sexually, though you may want to.

Then the act of mere fucking without emotion means there has to be at least some physical attraction, right? If not, why not just just masturbate? If you're going to cheat, would it be better to cheat with someone you like/love or hate?

I'm totally rambling now. Relationships are tricky, because people are tricky. They're very rewarding though. At least, I think so.

Positions! Positions! Positions!

2009-06-04T19:39:00.001-05:00

I love this book.

The positions are absolutely ridiculous sometimes, but other times, they're quite nice. Unfortunately, a good portion of the positions are for girl-girl/boy-boy couples, which I am a part of neither. So some of the days in the calendar are simply not going to happen.

Unless R let's me watch her and someone else...

She's looking at this like it's never going to happen. Well, one can dream I suppose. *sigh*

Boobie Poetry

2009-05-23T08:21:00.002-05:00

Sonnet:
Breasts are the very best thing
They take my breath away
Peaking through the clouds like a sunshine ray
Seeing them makes me sing.
Boobs, sure, save the world they could
I'd take them over Warcraft raids
even if they gave me AIDS.
Without fail, they give me wood.
Chesticles are totally win
I want to suck them with my lips
and make sure I harden the tips
Then stroke and tickle the skin.
Rachel I adore your bewbies
probably more than rubies.

Haiku:

Breasts, the greatest things
I'd play with them forever
They are super fun.

Limericks:

There once were some boobies on Rachel's
with really quite perfect sized nipples
I gazed at them long
which perked up my dong
This line might rhyme with word: ripples.

Your breasts are rolling like mountains
Yet don't spray forth milk like those fountains
That's kinda gross
but not quite morose
Fuck, dammit, the nonsense rhyme: Britons.

Levitra vs. Viagra

2009-04-24T08:21:00.002-05:00

For starters, they both get the job done. You'll have the greatest boner you've ever had in your life when you take either one. If you are a man. With a penis.

Now, for me, with my small frame and relatively large penis (large for my overall size, and above average also.) I don't need a large dose of either. I would cut up the samples in half and get the same results. I don't know why, but I have erectile dysfunction. I'm 22, and yes, it sucks. However, it is easy to explain away in a hilarious and backhanded way:

"Well, see, my penis is bigger than yours, and there isn't enough blood in my body to fill it up all the way."

But, you know, it's useless if you can't... you know, use it.

So about two years ago I got some Viagra samples. 10 mg, which I ended up cutting in half. I remember K saying that I was actually TOO hard for her, and sex was uncomfortable if we had it too often (which for her was more than once a week.).

Immediately after having an orgasm with the Viagra, I would get a headache and get too dizzy to stand up. It would last about an hour or so I think, if I remember right.

I'd be spent for the day with the Viagra. One good fuck and I was done. I mean, it WAS good, and I felt manly and awesome, and then I'd sometimes prematurely ejaculate and ruin it all. Damn the luck. It happens.

I have no idea how much a prescription for Viagra costs.

So, the Levitra is interesting. Doesn't kick in as fast as the Viagra, that I've been able to tell, but it lasts for two days. Two days of great boners. Two days of climaxing twice a day. Inside my girlfriend.

15 dollars a dose. Fifteen fucking dollars for a sex pill. Dayum.

It gives me headaches too, but usually long after the sex and only if I'm dehydrated.

Also, it gives me boners that are so hard they hurt. Usually only if it's the second boner within an hour after an orgasm, though, so it's not too bad. But it'll kill the mood. The first or second time I tried it, R was in the mood a little while after we had had sex, and so we're touching, and she's rubbing my johnson and it felt great, but the base of my dork was so painful that I had to stop her. That was the most disappointing thing I've done in a long time.

I'd like to take a moment here in conclusion (Levitra is better performance, but a terrible price) to say that I had the best sex of my short life so far with R the other night after taking a Levitra. We went forever, and it was hot and muggy and dirty and sweaty and ravenous and furious. We did it on a leather couch, which ended up possibly ruined by the moisture. We fucked and hugged and made love and fucked some more and ended up so insanely lost in eachother that we collapsed when it was over and could barely stand to get in the shower to wash off later. Just thinking about that night makes me want to go wake her up and slip up inside of her right now.

But that's kinda creepy now that I think about it.

Blow Jobs

2009-04-11T07:24:00.002-05:00

I'd like to write about Blow Jobs right now. I'd like to inform you of the joys of dick sucking. Also, dick licking, which is not to be confused with javelin shining or "lubing the man-piston" which refers to a hand job.

No, today the topic is mouth on cock contact. For a few reasons, some of which I don't fully understand, oral sex is one of my favorite things. There is just something erotic about it that turns me on more than most anything else. I enjoy watching and experiencing a good blow job.

The part of my psyche I understand best, is why I enjoy receiving a blow job. It's the gift factor. Many people get some satisfaction from giving gifts, and many people enjoy receiving them. So a blow job, to me, is a fanfuckingtastic gift. I never expect it, I'm half afraid to ask for one most of the time, and it sometimes makes me anxious, but once I get over that, and I just relax and let it happen, it's amazing.

Then part of me, mostly when seeing it, also feels this foreign dominance thing that I don't fully understand. Sometimes, I find it arousing to see a rough choking blow job in a "take it!" kind of way, though at the same time, it kind of disgusts me.

I don't want to delve too much into the psychology of it all, but I want to illustrate that I'm conflicted on the oral fun times because of my upbringing.

See, I grew up Mormon, taught to give give give and always be modest. Taught to practically worship a woman and always be chivalrous, and to never let them hold rank in the church... er... nevermind.

So, for whatever reason, growing up, the idea of a woman enjoying a penis in her mouth was quite horrifying. I grew up thinking that women only did it because guys expected it and got nothing out of it whatsoever. Naturally, the thought of asking for it made me feel sick about my desires.

Perhaps that's part of the appeal of watching porn with lots of oral sex in it. Part of me finds it to be unacceptable, and therefore alluring. The rebellious nature of the act entices me. Moving on...

So, my girlfriend, R, gives great head. The best, by far. My first blow was quite disappointing (hey, the woman thought she was Jesus and therefore too good to "bow down" to me and suck my dick. No surprise that she didn't put effort into it when I got up the courage to ask.) My second was also disappointing when K told me that she might throw up because of the taste (this also was after a long trying time of getting my courage up.)

L wasn't bad at it though. She and I had discussed it for a long time and she told me she loved to do it and really wanted to give me a good experience. I ended up so nervous that I couldn't come, but she really didn't do a bad job, and she put a lot of effort into it, which I appreciated. With practice, she got better and I got more comfortable with it. Though sometimes it would hurt, whatever she was doing. I dunno if it was just dry mouth or teeth or what. Anyway...

The first time R gave me a blow job, I didn't last long. It was quite great. We got a rhythm going, and I was thrusting my hips just a little bit, wave after wave of pleasure just washing over me. I expected her to just move away when I was going to jizz, and work the hand and avoid the splooge, but she didn't. I gave the warning, but she stayed put, and actually, I was so surprised at this, that I didn't hardly feel the orgasm. I just looked amazed, staring at her hair, thinking, "NO. FUCKING. WAY."

I'm currently working on enjoying the blow job a bit more, and asking for it when I want it. If I overcome these little psychological blocks, perhaps I can gain some insight about myself and my likes and dislikes.

Also, got my dingy licked by an old high school buddy. I'll call him E. E and I got drunk one night and I let him suck me off. He had asked when we were sober, and I decided I would let him before we started drinking. (The drinking and mild curiosity were actually exclusive to one another, believe it or not.)

Beard stubble is not appealing to the penis skin. Couldn't climax either, because I wasn't really attracted to him. Poor guy.

New Girlfriend, New Sex

2009-04-04T07:24:00.002-05:00

I once found that I had nothing more to say on this blog that was worthwhile, but then the other night at work I got the idea to start writing more on the subject since I started dating a girl that is hornier than I am.

I don't have too much to say at this particular moment other than I have rekindled my complete adoration of boobs. I can sit and play with R's breasts for hours if she'd let me and she generally likes it, I believe. So perfectly soft and squishy and bouncy and firm and all of the above great things I could possibly say about them.

She has a very active libido though. Much more than my own. With L, it was once a week (she wanted more, but I wasn't in the mood), with K it was maybe 2 or 3 times a week (that she complained was too much). Now, with R, I WANT to be horny more. It's the strangest feeling, being near someone totally open and willing and desiring of sex and not really wanting anything to do with it right then. I guess that's kind of strange for a guy to feel, but it's true. Sometimes I don't want sex.

Doesn't mean we don't have lots though. Had two encounters yesterday after four or five days of inopportune settings and two times the last day we fucked. I ought to get more condoms. Anyway, yes, sex good, want more, wish I wanted more than I do.

I told her that I was thinking of updating this blog more so she created her own blog. Check it out to see the other half.

supersexygirltime.blogspot.com

Next post, probably something like a comparison between Levitra and Viagra.

That's Dildos

2008-09-07T13:22:00.002-05:00

Yesterday I went looking for apartments. I'm moving to a smallish town about 45 minutes away. L and I decided to take the opportunity to drop by Wichita and go to a sexy store. An ADULT bookstore. There were very few books there.

So, we drove all over Wichita cause we had no idea where to find a porn store at. L knew of one that she visited like, ten years before, and it was shut down, windows boarded up, et al, when we got there. So we drove down the highway, just keeping an eye out and we saw it. Vegas Video. Kansas' LARGEST ADULT BOOKSTORE!

Kansas must have some lame-ass adult stores. The one in Wyoming I've been to was bigger and had a wider selection of dildos. But anyway...

So, L was all embarrassed going to a porn store. We went in and... it was dimly lit, pretty open, few people visible. The parking lot was packed, but there were only about 4 or 5 people inside that I saw.

L and I went about looking at dildo designs and such. We took a look at the discount rack. There was an issue of like... Bear Monthly which had a huge dude all hairy-like in a sexy pose. We stifled our laughter and continued on our quest.

Eventually a lady came to help out, asked us what we'd like to see. We had our eyes on this one particular dildo. I forget the name, but it was pretty ornamental. The lady showed it to us, it was pretty cool, pretty standard. Had a clitoris stimulator and vibration capability. L asked what kind of value it was and the lady said they tend to break after about a year, they get lots of returns. She pointed us to a slightly more expensive model. She said she had used one for 4 years before it finally broke. She also specifically said she used it heavily while her husband was in Iraq, like, daily. Some might call that TMI, I call that good salesmanship. We bought the 40 dollar dildo, and I drove home with it in my hands on the top of the steering wheel, pointed at my face. It's bright purple, and I intended on letting everyone who passed me on the interstate see my joy at having a dildo pointing at my cranium.

Yes, that really happened, and yes, I got heads to turn.

So, we got home, waited until we had some private time, and we gave that dildo a solid run for its money. I think L used it on herself for about 30 minutes before I went in. We had a little sexy sex in the missionary position for a few minutes, then I whipped out the dildo and experimented for a good... 20 minutes, then I slapped on a condom and proceeded to sex her up for another 10 minutes. By that time we were both pretty exhausted, so we called it a night.

So, I've fallen in love with the dildo. If I were one to have sex with lots of ladies, I would get my own, and use it on all of them like crazy. It's absolutely delightful to me to be able to pleasure someone, and having a tool that makes up for my shortcomings and occasional impotence really makes me feel better about myself as well. We'll probably be going back to that store soon to pick up some different lube (the stuff we picked up there gets really tacky after a few minutes. Maybe it's the water base (which is the only kind you are supposed to use with this kind of dildo) or maybe it was just the brand.) and maybe a cockring or two to see if that helps my impotence. Also, I want to thank that lady for suggesting that particular dildo. Fun times.

Viagra, and sexytime today!

2008-08-31T01:17:00.003-05:00

My current lover/fuckbuddy/fuckfriend/sexpal/coitalacquaintance, L, and I have had some sexual contact like... five times in the past week. Much more than usual. It has been good overall and we've been having fun. Today, our roomate (who will be kicked out within the month for being irresponsible and rather pathetic at our expense) finally left the house to hang out with some friends of his that came to visit him for his birthday that was this past Wednesday. L and I decided to take advantage of the situation and lock my bedroom door and get busy. She doesn't have a DVD player in her room, or a computer that can actually stream videos on the internet, so we decided to watch some porn together, which we haven't done in a long while.

Now, when I watch porn, when I have that visual stimulus and the extra noise and such, I basically can't hold back, and I have really quick orgasms. So, L was giving me this swell handjob, just as foreplay really, and I came spiritedly. In fact, we made a split second decision to let me come first, then I would slowly and surely warm her up for the next thirty minutes or so, then I would take my last Viagra and would fuck her brains out.

(I had a trial pack of Viagra that my doctor gave me when I was on a depression medication about six months ago. I have a slight circulatory issue that makes maintaining an erection somewhat difficult. More on that another time I guess.)

So anyway, I'm waiting for my refractory period to end, working my fingers all over her body, thirty minutes go by so I grab that last little blue pill, down it with some water, and get ready. A few minutes later, I start to get an erection, so I strap on a condom, drop into a horse-stance and!!...

Deflation. I jumped the gun. The viagra wasn't kicking in, and I wasn't maintaining an erection for more than a few seconds. Whenever I tried to put it in, it would bend on my little hinge and wouldn't actually penetrate. It sucked.

Now, this isn't the first time my impotence has surfaced. I just have to work around it carefully. For instance, I can't shower or take a bath within like, six hours of a planned intercourse. Nor can I have had an erection within the past six hours (whether or not I had an orgasm). If I get a hard-on, I have to either take care of it then, or wait for half a day until I can achieve another one that CAN be taken care of. I learned today that Viagra does NOT allow me to circumvent that six hour time constraint.

Ladies, guys feel shitty when they can't get an erection. There are numerous reasons, both biological and social for why this is. Firstly, manly men are supposed to be manly and get boners upon request. Secondly, as hunter-gatherer, my genes say I have to get a boner to produce children. They're basically going to feel a little down no matter what you say or do. We do, however, appreciate your sympathy, and you saying that it doesn't bother you. Please do not berate us or antagonize us in any way. (I've never had that happen, but I know it would really hurt if it did. Thank you L and K and A for being supportive.)

So anywho, L gave me a second orgasm roughly fifty minutes after my first. She's good with her hands, what can I say? I gave her one or two with my fingers, but my nails have gone untrimmed lately so I wasn't able to tap into my true power.

Anyway, so Viagra tends to make my wang ache. Like... underneath and just a bit out to the sides it feels... I dunno, like I've had an erection for hours on end, but really, I've only had two good erections today (one was just an hour ago), and neither lasted for more than say fifteen minutes. Odd.

I read an interesting article (Small nudity)

2008-08-22T11:37:00.004-05:00

This article is about boob jobs and plastic surgery. If you don't care to read it, here's a quick rundown. This Hollywood actor talks about his personal experiences with dating girls who have gotten some kind of plastic surgery. He ends up feeling like his relationships are based on some kind of dishonest platform when he dates girls who have had implants, and the track record for how long they last after he finds out goes to show how much it bothers him.

He talks about one particular girl that has natural breasticles and how much he loved them, even though they were quite imperfect, one being larger than the other and neither of them looking quite like your usual pair of breasts you see in porn or whatnot.

So anyway, lets talk about bewbies. I love boobs. I can't get enough titties. I likes me some mammaries all up in my face and in my mouth and in my hands. I like poking areolas with the tip of my dick. I like brushing hard nipples with my pecker. Yes, yes, God yes, that is exciting.

I've only seen a few breasts in real life. I mean, I've seen countless jugs on various computer screens and television sets, but right in front of me, I've only had three pairs. The first pair belonged to A, the girl I lost my virginity to. She had a child a few years before, and you could tell to an extent. I really actually loved her breasts until the last time we had sex. It was in broad daylight, we were in the cowgirl position and she was hanging over me doing that weird staring thing that so turned me off (She was crazy and I didn't even want to be having sex with her at that point.) and I looked up at her boobs to see... ew. They were not appealing. Wrinkly and stretched out. I put my hands up and massaged them just to cover up the sight.

However, a few days before, before the shit hit the fan in our relationship, I remember, she had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing this bathrobe. We were kinda bored and thought playing some video games would be fun. She had this old original playstation and the game Tekken 2 (I think). She hadn't played it in ages, and I had never played it, so we took some time practicing before we had our ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION!

I was steadily kicking her ass at her own game, and getting her all frustrated (in the cute way), so she grabbed my hand and placed it upon her glorious milk-fountain. My game slipped for just a second while I reoriented my other hand onto the controller. For two rounds, I groped AND kicked ass at Tekken 2. I can still feel that breast in my hand. It was amazing, slightly cool and moist to the touch from her recent shower, full and warm underneath, firm and responsive to the pinch. Looking back, I did not spend NEARLY enough time with my tongue on her nipples. My extreme dislike for her as a person now is probably why I was so upset by the last time I saw her hoo-ha's in their sorry state. This post is to glorify breasts, not trod upon them like they are worth less than gold.

So, pair number two, K's breasts. There isn't much to say, they are pretty small, A cups, and they sit a little low on her chest. She's an oddly proportioned girl anyhow. I do like her boulders though, as pebblish as they are. Her favorite way to be turned on (and really, the only one she would admit to liking) was when I would just lick and suck on her nipples. That was probably the coolest thing. It was so win-win. I loved putting those pink pokers of awesomeness into my mouth, and she loved putting her turkey timers into my mouth. Fucking. Awesome.

A weird thing, lets say she wasn't particularly aroused, and I started licking her breasts: At some point, she would shudder, shake just a little bit, the good kind, where you can tell she is experiencing a wave of pleasure; moments after that, her nipples would secret some kind of substance... It was very faint, I'm not sure if it was pheromones or sweat or what, but I would taste this bittersweet taste on my tongue when she became more and more aroused. It fascinated me, and was a good judge of how well I was doing, since she didn't bother to compliment me anyway...

The last pair of knockers, and my current pair, are L's. They're also the biggest I've had, and so far I'm loving them. She's a bit older, and has had a son, so they behave differently than K's. For instance, K's nipples are very sensitive, she can clearly tell when I am rubbing my moist tongue in circles around her hard nipple, whereas L is a little less sensitive there. I actually pinch L's nipples, twist them a little, pull them a little. It was a little upsetting at first, I was afraid I would hurt her, but she really likes it. Now that I'm more comfortable with it, I'm less afraid to get a little rough with her if we are getting that way.

I did my first titty-fuck with L. It's really not that great, for anyone who was wondering. Maybe it's just the way our bodies are shaped in relation to eachother or what, maybe I'll try it again with someone else someday, but there is just not enough stimulation between the breasts for it to be more than a novelty, and the girl doesn't really get that much pleasure from it. I guess if she likes barely licking the tip of a penis that is thrusting her chin... hmmm, maybe the teasing is arousing. I didn't quite think of that. Who am I to say if a woman likes cock in her face anyway? L tells me she loves the cock and "has an itch in her throat" occasionally. I'm always baffled that anyone could WANT to put a wang in their mouth, but apparently L likes it. I'm way off topic now.

I have touched two other pairs of breasts, but I never got to see them. Two girlfriends in high school, we'll call them R and... I don't even remember the other girl's name at the moment... It was a rebound relationship, as much as I hate to say it, I didn't really care about her, I was so obsessed with R at the time that I barely paid this other girl the attention she deserved, and I ended up breaking it off with her because of the guilt.

In conclusion, breasts are absolutely wonderful, in every way. Women should celebrate them as much as men (I know, they're a pain to lug around, but even you can admit that they make you feel sexy when someone you like is touching them and having fun with them. There isn't anything unfun about a dude sticking his face inbetween them and going "ugggublublbulbbllblbulbulbblulblllllmmmmffffmfmfmmffmfhmhfmhfhmmmmhfmhmf")

The Biggest Problem With Roomates

2008-08-17T05:19:00.004-05:00

Specifically, roomates that you must share a bedroom with. You see, I have no time whatsoever to masturbate these days, because there is ALWAYS SOMEONE NEXT TO ME! He has plain view of my computer screen, and plain view of my trousers. It just doesn't work.

Some might say it's no big deal to jerk it while your roomate is sleeping. If you are one of those people saying that, you're fucking weird. I had a roomate in college that watched porn while I tried to sleep. Luckily, he never started playing with his man-toy, but if he did, I would have thrown his ass out the door.

I just think it's courteous to refrain from shuddering orgasms when people are trying to get some shuteye is all. Anyway, I like masturbating. If I'm alone and bored, I would probably do it three or four times in a normal week. Nowadays, I do it almost zero times a week. (Sexings are a different story, and that is on average once a week, because getting in the mood at a normal time (When the lady friend that is willing to put my wang in our mouth is awake and willing) and wanting some two-person action just doesn't always line up properly.)

Zero, that is, until I rediscovered PSP porn. Yes, the Playstation Portable, in conjunction with PSP Video 9 (Video conversion software) and a few websites that allow downloading of porn clips, can be a means of arousal in the privacy of one's bathroom.

So now, when I get in the mood, I can just discreetly start listening to music on the PSP, then stick it in my pocket and head for the bathroom. Flip to the porn, flop out the dick, cup the balls, work the shaft, etc. done and done. (If you want motivation to clean any bathroom fixtures or accessories, jizz on it. Then you HAVE to clean it up to prevent your housemates from leaning of your filthy filthy habit.)

There are only a few minor problems with this. For one, the PSP screen is way too small. Breasts are like dots that somewhat amorphously bounce to sexual rhythms and cocks are only a pixel wide at times. Occasionally too, if I don't have some high quality stuff to convert, I get blocky grainy bodies doing the nasty, and I can't tell if I'm getting off looking at two girls licking each other or two dudes. I end up having to imagine what I want to see instead of what I am seeing, and then I start asking myself why I bothered sneaking my PSP into the bathroom anyway if I'm just going to use my imagination to speed up the rate of my climax, cause really, I only watch the porn to waste less time having sex with myself (I can save five minutes if I have something to look at while I go underhand. Three if overhand.).

Speaking of overhand vs. underhand, I was demonstrating and discussing masturbation with L, my current sexytime companion that I live with. Going overhand is nice sometimes, because the natural curvature of the fingers when clenched around a penis, allows for more stimulation. You see, if you make a circle with your fingers (like you are looking through your hands, pretending they are binoculars), and then stick your johnson through it, each finger hole starts small, and as you thrust through, it has to open up to allow the head entry. This gives stimulation to the entire glans head, tip to crown (for us circumcised gentleman. Can't say for your natural-born man-pistons.) and both entry and exit during the cycle of thrust. When using underhand, you don't quite get the same stimulation, because the middle and index fingers don't naturally close in the same way as the ring and pinky fingers. So it's like pushing into a vagina, but pulling out of a paper towel roll, that kinda feels good. There just isn't the same stimulation on the helmet. Going in is from tip to crown, coming out is all crown.

There is a downside to overhand though. Dexterity. I was playing with a Mexican children's toy the other day (You perverts) which is basically a version of ball in the cup that some people play with today (sick perverts.). (I say it was a Mexican children's toy because it was painted red and green and the girl that let me play with her stick and ball (perverts)was of Latin descent. I really don't know and I might be racist.(I'm not)) The main difference is that Mexican parents enjoy torturing their kids or something, because this is like the Anti-Christ of ball in the cup games. You hold a little dowel, about 6 inches long and half an inch wide (That's about 13 cm by 1 cm for those of you that hate America.) that has an attached string that connects to a big wooden ball, with a 1/2 inch hole in it. What you do is hold the stick in your hand, and fling the wooden ball up onto the stick, connecting the two holes. It's more difficult than it sounds.

The way this relates to masturbation: You get one point for holding the stick upright in your hand, the way you would hold a glass of water, or a gun, or a wang in the underhand position.

You get FIFTY points for holding it with your arm twisted upside down, the way you would hold, say, a glass of water you were pouring out, a gun upside down, or a phallus in the overhand position.

I'm slightly off track. What I'm trying to say is that masturbating in the overhand position feels good because it covers more surface area, but you don't have the same degree of control or speed than you do in underhand because it uses different muscles. (Overhand utilizes the triceps more, which are not developed for small motor skills, but rather large ones, like punching the shit out of things. Underhand uses various muscles in your torso, such as your pectoral and lateral muscles, in conjunction with the bicep.) Suffice it to say, overhand is like a fine wine. Smooth, sensual, particular. Underhand is like fast food. Cheap and gets the job done nicely.

I like to change it up a bit, but underhand is usually my preferred method of masturbation.

Come to think of it, I believe I would pay to see a girl masturbate underhanded... Think about it for a second...

Serious questions I ask myself

2008-08-15T10:54:00.005-05:00

A few days ago, an old friend of mine and I were chatting via MSN messenger. She's about 27 years old now, single, never married, virgin, Mormon. We get along really well, and have overcome issues in our friendship only to have a stronger bond at the end of the tribulation.

Over the course of our conversation, she mentioned that I should come visit her (she insists I visit her just about every conversation we have, this is not the unusual part) and console her because she hates her job. Jokingly, I told her that my main method of "consolation" violates important parts of her religion. (Fucking. I console people with orgasms, if you didn't catch the reference.)

To my surprise, she told me she would take... Well, let me just copy-paste a couple sections of our conversation:

J says:
YOU come over and console me

Chris says:
my methods of consolation violate your religion XD

J says:
Well I'll take a day off from my religion then

Chris says:
...

J says:
just a day

J says:
or two

Chris says:
O_O

Chris says:
don't tempt me

J says:
better round it up to a week

Now, normally, I'd just assume she was joking, but knowing J, I recognize little patterns she makes that show me that she really wants something. Generally, she will continually bring up a topic that she wants to discuss in a really abstract manner. For instance, I remember a time that no matter what I or anyone else in our group of friends asked her, she would always respond with "Ice cream" until finally someone said, "Do you want to go get ice cream?" and she would jump up excitedly and run to the car.

Keeping that in mind, later in the conversation, she brought up the topic again:

J says:
you've got no excitment for the big week

Chris says:
the big week?

J says:
ya

Chris says:
the week is big?

J says:
the week I'm taking off

J says:
when you come and "console" me

Chris says:
I'd be more excited if you were serious, because it would honestly be completely unforgettable

J says:
or whatever you crazy kids call it these days

Chris says:
haha

J says:
I'll just make a memo in my calander,"This week off" and you come adorned with whip cream

J says:
fair enough?

Chris says:
we're going to need lots of whipped cream then

Chris says:
and strawberries

J says:
bring it on

J says:
I want to hear what all the craze is about

Okay, so now we have background out of the way. Regardless of what happens between J and I in the future (Likely not much, but you never know.) it brings up some serious philosophical questions about the way we live our lives.

Imagine yourself for a moment as someone who was told their entire lives that the world was flat. Everyone you trusted and believed in told you the world was flat and that such a flat stable surface was a metaphor for how to live your life because it is healthy and wise, blah blah. Then, you get in a rocket ship by some chance and you see, the earth is ROUND! Imagine the heartache. Everything you believed, everything you based your life around, every person you trusted, wrong. All based on false information. It would be incredibly depressing and incredibly disruptive to your psyche.

So, imagine J, 27, virgin, wanting to get married, her ovaries are screaming for stimulation and baby making. Her church teaches her that living righteously will eventually yield a husband, but physiologically, her body is saying that she needs to get some cock.

Having been a Mormon, and disagreeing with many of the rather arbitrary beliefs, it's my personal belief that sex is a good thing for people. I agree with Dr. Kinsey that postponing sexual drive is unhealthy. The conflict in my particular scenario though is, which is more damaging? Postponing her sex drive, or knowingly engaging in something she has always believed was morally wrong?

I have a few ideas of how things would work out in this scenario. They would all start like so:

We'd see eachother, do our catching up, maybe watch a movie, and generally end up just talking for long hours into the night, like we usually do.

THEN:

1.) While both tired and foggy in our heads, we do something sexual. Not necessarily full intercourse, but probably just fooling around.

2.) While both tired and foggy, we start to do something sexual, but one of us says, "Wait, let's talk about this." and we decide not to.

3.) While both tired and foggy, we start to do something sexual, but one of us says, "wait," and we decide to continue.

4.) We cuddle and that's it.

5.) We cuddle and fall asleep together, then the next day, repeat the talking late into the night, except we cuddle, then get busy with the furious humping.

There are countless variations that could perceivably happen concerning the sexy time, but AFTER the act (or acts if she likes what I can do with my tongue), there are only a handful of possibilities.

1.) She does her best to repent and move on away from the sexuality, furthering the sexual repression, which is later allowed to blossom when she eventually gets married.

2.) She does some thinking similar to what I did, and slowly moves away from her faith.

The question I ask myself, is do I want to be the instigator of what could possibly be more destructive than what I believe her religion is? Can I be someone that upsets the status quo? Should I?

Taoism teaches us action without action. Meeting firmness with softness, and vice versa. Is her softness and reluctance to be sexual something I should meet with firmness (snicker) and resolve? Keep in mind, that I would never force sexuality on someone that is unwilling, but since J has brought it up and showed some subtle interest in it, should I push the issue or let it be?

I've already made up my mind, but the questions will haunt me for a long time I imagine. With the information I have so far, I cannot be the aggressor. I will not. If she expresses explicit interest, and only if we have a serious long discussion about the subject will anything non-platonic between us happen.

Afterword from another perspective:

Hello, this is Chris' man-piston, and I want to get with J. I want to all night long. I want to. All. Night. Hard.

And I thought I had more to talk about

2008-08-13T09:46:00.004-05:00

https://www.indiana.edu/~kinsey/astudy/1demogrph.pl

The above link is to an online version of the Kinsey Test. Dr. Kinsey, if you do not know, was a sexologist. Pretty much the first of his kind. He surveyed thousands of people on sexual behaviors, insisting on being as blunt and forward as possible, pushing the boundaries of society. Two major publications were produced, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female.

I just took that survey and revisited an experience I had with my ex-girlfriend. For anonymity's sake, I'll call her "K".

K and I dated for several months. The town we lived in was rather boring and small, so we really didn't have many friends besides each other. Within a month or two we became a little more sexual, mostly reserving ourselves to assisted masturbation with eachother's hands. She was new to the experience, and I had only had one partner previously (That's quite the story itself. Suffice to say for now, it was weird and short-lived). The main difference between us was that I was willing to experiment and try new things, and she was not.

So for the first month of our sexual adventures, I experimented with different ways to use my fingers, asking her where she likes pressure the best, inserting one finger, inserting two fingers, wiggling furiously, plain old going in and out, stimulating the clitoris with one or two fingers, inserting a finger and rubbing the clitoris with the thumb, etc. A few times, I also would give her oral sex, similarly, asking her how she liked me to use my tongue, using a combination of my tongue and fingers, whatever I could think of that would make the experience more pleasurable for her.

K, on the other hand, squirmed when she touched my penis and I ejaculated or even dripped mucous (pre-cum, as it's slangingly referred to). She's a bit of what you'd call a germaphobe, but it doesn't only apply to germs. Any unusual substance nauseates her. Needless to say, I didn't exactly feel good about myself after a handjob. This unpleasantness was reinforced by my past religious belief that what I was doing was morally wrong. For the 10 years preceding my dating of K, I was told that having an orgasm outside of wedlock was a sin against God and that I was going to hell. So, even having left the church, with reason and logic backing me up, the emotional side of me that was so ingrained with the belief that I was a sinner made it very difficult to overcome the guilt. It took a month or two before K and I discussed having sex.

We set a night that we'd have a chance to be alone, had a romantic date, etc. Got naked. Got impotent.

So, I was a bit upset that I couldn't get it up, and I don't remember the specifics of what happened next, but while K was trying to console me, we discussed how I was upset that handjobs were nothing more than "Step 1: Lightly squeeze. Step 2: Go up and down" and that she rarely even asked me what felt good, doing it even rarer..ly than that.

We got on the computer and looked up info on sex. We ended up here: http://www.sexinfo101.com/ which I had been to before and talked about a bit. K ended up making fun of me for quoting parts of the site when I asked her to do things for me sexually (For the record, I never quoted the site, I described things I wanted done in detail, and I just happened to have gotten ideas for what I wanted from that site.). I asked her to read it and try some of the things because it would make me feel less like...

Well, I honestly felt like the only reason she ever did anything sexual with me was because I initiated a lot of our sexual activities. She only gave me an orgasm because I gave her one first. "Well, might as well touch his wang so he doesn't get pissy!"

So, K never did any of the things the site suggested, nor any of the things I suggested (I think I got her to twist a little bit with her hand as she was going up and down the shaft of my penis.). It was never a rebellious attitude, it was more of... well, from my perspective, she just doesn't understand sexuality. She's a bit younger than me, girls are physiologically not as interested in sex at that age, and all of her sexual advice came from the media, so she had these beliefs that every sexual encounter was going to be like the love scene from Titanic.

You know, where the dude's cock pierces a hole in the side of the boat. (Maybe that's why she's afraid of it?)

Intro

2008-08-13T08:25:00.000-05:00

Thanks for reading. I decided to try and find an outlet for my thoughts concerning sex. Considering my family and the friends I've grown up with, I felt that these thoughts would be unwelcome on my usual blog, yet at the same time, I don't want to merely keep a journal, because part of me feels the need to get it out.

So! This blog will detail everything sexual that I encounter that leads me to blog about it. I'm very graphic and unafraid to explain the gritty details of my thoughts or acts because I think dancing around subjects and avoiding taboos makes for confusion and unease that I believe does not belong in our society.

I am a 21 year old male. I have lots of body hair and had severe acne until recently. I was raised Mormon and became inactive in early 2004, officially declaring myself an unbeliever in late 2006. My penis curves downward abruptly, and possibly has slight tissue damage resulting from a habit I had at a young age (I may go into it more later.). I consider myself straight, but I got a blowjob from a man once.