Animal Instinct
Odd thing happened to me while I was editing the pics of the most recent SPT model.
Lust
I was telling envirobear last night that a strange thing happened to me while I was editing the pics from yesterday's post. I was in my home office chair, comparing the porn movie to the photo set. You see, the proprietress of the website thoughtfully posted the movie along with a series of photos of the same event, making my job of culling snaps a lot easier. There must have been a guy running the movie cam and a separate guy taking pictures, because the picture set contained several perfect shots of my guy, while the movie pretty much had the woman in full frame being fucked by a bunch of headless bellies.
So after a half-hour of lovingly resizing and cropping each photo, comparing this shot against that shot (while I posted about a dozen, there were many, many more of the guy), I became totally, almost ravenously horny. The build-up was subtle; I didn't even notice it. But by the time I did I was almost blind with the desire to have an orgasm. I wanted to fuck. Now. And not just fuck, but plunge balls-deep with wild abandon into a nice, chunky bear's ass -- much like the one on the guy in all those pictures. So I reached for the Astroglide gel.
Some guys jack-off dry. Hell, I even know a guy who humps his dick into a sock and didn't know how to beat-off manually (and still doesn't). Anyway, I can cum from a dry beat, but I much prefer to coax out a load using lube -- something that's not too thin, but not overly viscous, either. Elbow Grease is my preferred lube, but I am totally allergic to it. So I choose the Astroglide stuff and keep it slick with spit from time to time.
Since I was already stiff, I dropped my drawers and lubed up my hand. I actually moaned when the cool slickness of the lube slid along my cock, something I rarely do. But my eye never left the porn on my screen. My hand's pressure held firm and my hand flew back and forth along my dick head and shaft and it was not long before what felt like ten gallons of sperm came flying out onto the hair on my belly.
When I cum, I have to keep stroking the frenum or else it's an incomplete orgasm. At the same time, I can't hit the top of the head or it'll hurt too much. By now I'm well practiced in that but many guys I've been with are not so careful, even after erotic instruction. (The upshot is that if I do have an incomplete orgasm, I can come again in about a minute or so.) But I wanted this cum, and I wanted it bad. I let the side of my index finger stimulate the sensitive triangle right under the head for about a minute, short strokes, all the while my cock spasmed and shot the biggest load I've shot in about a year. It was fantastic. It was so complete that just one eye -- not both -- rolled back in my head as my teeth set hard against each other.
But before I could even clean up the huge mess on my belly, chest, shoulder, and chair (it was a big load), I realized that felt exactly the same way I did before beating off. As I thoughtfully wiped off all the jizz, it hit me: I didn't need an orgasm, I needed an orgasm inside something. In other words, I still needed to fuck, and for the first time in my life, I felt the need. I had to fuck someone or something. It was a need. It was if an animal instinct had taken over.
I yanked open my closet door and started throwing clothes and boxes on the floor in search of the one thing I owned that could give me what I so desperately wanted at that moment. A lustful smirk crossed my face as I put together the components of my Fleshlight and lubed it up with a combination of the gel and some ID. I flopped back in my chair and turned on the movie portion showing my man to advantage -- the only point in the movie where it did.
I queued it up to the point where he positioned himself in front of her and slapped his cock on her hole. I did the same with my fleshlight. He slid the length of his dick along her slit but didn't enter her, something I did across the hole of my own toy. And suddenly, with a little warning, he thrust his meat in as deeply as he could go. I gasped as the coolness of the fleshlight enveloped my cock but once it was in I let the lust take over and started fucking it with everything I had. This was what my dick wanted -- I wanted to fuck and fuck hard. My eyes never left the screen as I slammed into the tube, my balls slapping up against the cold plastic rim. But at that moment, the only thing I really felt was my cock sliding in and out of the slippery vise. The man on the screen moaned, and the ferocity of my thrusting added a fleshlight slurping noise to our lovemaking. The fl's sleeve got hotter as I fucked faster, making it almost body temperature. We were making love together. I was fucking him, hard.
I knew the orgasm was coming; it came up from my thighs. My muscles actually started to tighten to where they almost cramped, but I was too into the fleshlight to stop. I needed this fuck -- I needed it.
I stood up and turned around so the fleshlight was wedged into the arm of the chair. I watched screen as my man unloaded into the woman and still kept fucking her, and seeing the evil grin on his face as he thrust his increasingly frothy meat in and out set me over the edge. I actually saw visual ghost patterns as my cock head started to become overly sensitive, but I kept fucking. I started hollering, but I kept fucking. And finally, my cock started spitting out the sperm that so badly wanted to get out, and even then I kept fucking. The fleshlight started emitting slurpy belching noises as I plowed in with a lust I've never felt before. I needed this fuck.
I staggered a bit from my awkward position as the orgasm drained away, and it was then that I discovered that I had fucked the fleshlight so hard that most of my load had come flying out the other end despite the cap being on it. I gingerly pulled the fleshlight off my dick and immediately the rest of the juice came pouring out onto my thigh. Flopping back onto the bed, I noticed that the movie had kept running, and my man was trying to get himself up for another go. He may have needed it, but I no longer did.
Guys, that was by far the best masturbation session I'd ever had. It took almost 38 years to get here.
So anyway, the morale of the story, I said to Envirobear, is that porn -- really good porn -- can get me horny like never thought possible. But it has to be really good, like the guy from yesterday.
Lust
I was telling envirobear last night that a strange thing happened to me while I was editing the pics from yesterday's post. I was in my home office chair, comparing the porn movie to the photo set. You see, the proprietress of the website thoughtfully posted the movie along with a series of photos of the same event, making my job of culling snaps a lot easier. There must have been a guy running the movie cam and a separate guy taking pictures, because the picture set contained several perfect shots of my guy, while the movie pretty much had the woman in full frame being fucked by a bunch of headless bellies.
So after a half-hour of lovingly resizing and cropping each photo, comparing this shot against that shot (while I posted about a dozen, there were many, many more of the guy), I became totally, almost ravenously horny. The build-up was subtle; I didn't even notice it. But by the time I did I was almost blind with the desire to have an orgasm. I wanted to fuck. Now. And not just fuck, but plunge balls-deep with wild abandon into a nice, chunky bear's ass -- much like the one on the guy in all those pictures. So I reached for the Astroglide gel.
Some guys jack-off dry. Hell, I even know a guy who humps his dick into a sock and didn't know how to beat-off manually (and still doesn't). Anyway, I can cum from a dry beat, but I much prefer to coax out a load using lube -- something that's not too thin, but not overly viscous, either. Elbow Grease is my preferred lube, but I am totally allergic to it. So I choose the Astroglide stuff and keep it slick with spit from time to time.
Since I was already stiff, I dropped my drawers and lubed up my hand. I actually moaned when the cool slickness of the lube slid along my cock, something I rarely do. But my eye never left the porn on my screen. My hand's pressure held firm and my hand flew back and forth along my dick head and shaft and it was not long before what felt like ten gallons of sperm came flying out onto the hair on my belly.
When I cum, I have to keep stroking the frenum or else it's an incomplete orgasm. At the same time, I can't hit the top of the head or it'll hurt too much. By now I'm well practiced in that but many guys I've been with are not so careful, even after erotic instruction. (The upshot is that if I do have an incomplete orgasm, I can come again in about a minute or so.) But I wanted this cum, and I wanted it bad. I let the side of my index finger stimulate the sensitive triangle right under the head for about a minute, short strokes, all the while my cock spasmed and shot the biggest load I've shot in about a year. It was fantastic. It was so complete that just one eye -- not both -- rolled back in my head as my teeth set hard against each other.
But before I could even clean up the huge mess on my belly, chest, shoulder, and chair (it was a big load), I realized that felt exactly the same way I did before beating off. As I thoughtfully wiped off all the jizz, it hit me: I didn't need an orgasm, I needed an orgasm inside something. In other words, I still needed to fuck, and for the first time in my life, I felt the need. I had to fuck someone or something. It was a need. It was if an animal instinct had taken over.
I yanked open my closet door and started throwing clothes and boxes on the floor in search of the one thing I owned that could give me what I so desperately wanted at that moment. A lustful smirk crossed my face as I put together the components of my Fleshlight and lubed it up with a combination of the gel and some ID. I flopped back in my chair and turned on the movie portion showing my man to advantage -- the only point in the movie where it did.
I queued it up to the point where he positioned himself in front of her and slapped his cock on her hole. I did the same with my fleshlight. He slid the length of his dick along her slit but didn't enter her, something I did across the hole of my own toy. And suddenly, with a little warning, he thrust his meat in as deeply as he could go. I gasped as the coolness of the fleshlight enveloped my cock but once it was in I let the lust take over and started fucking it with everything I had. This was what my dick wanted -- I wanted to fuck and fuck hard. My eyes never left the screen as I slammed into the tube, my balls slapping up against the cold plastic rim. But at that moment, the only thing I really felt was my cock sliding in and out of the slippery vise. The man on the screen moaned, and the ferocity of my thrusting added a fleshlight slurping noise to our lovemaking. The fl's sleeve got hotter as I fucked faster, making it almost body temperature. We were making love together. I was fucking him, hard.
I knew the orgasm was coming; it came up from my thighs. My muscles actually started to tighten to where they almost cramped, but I was too into the fleshlight to stop. I needed this fuck -- I needed it.
I stood up and turned around so the fleshlight was wedged into the arm of the chair. I watched screen as my man unloaded into the woman and still kept fucking her, and seeing the evil grin on his face as he thrust his increasingly frothy meat in and out set me over the edge. I actually saw visual ghost patterns as my cock head started to become overly sensitive, but I kept fucking. I started hollering, but I kept fucking. And finally, my cock started spitting out the sperm that so badly wanted to get out, and even then I kept fucking. The fleshlight started emitting slurpy belching noises as I plowed in with a lust I've never felt before. I needed this fuck.
I staggered a bit from my awkward position as the orgasm drained away, and it was then that I discovered that I had fucked the fleshlight so hard that most of my load had come flying out the other end despite the cap being on it. I gingerly pulled the fleshlight off my dick and immediately the rest of the juice came pouring out onto my thigh. Flopping back onto the bed, I noticed that the movie had kept running, and my man was trying to get himself up for another go. He may have needed it, but I no longer did.
Guys, that was by far the best masturbation session I'd ever had. It took almost 38 years to get here.
So anyway, the morale of the story, I said to Envirobear, is that porn -- really good porn -- can get me horny like never thought possible. But it has to be really good, like the guy from yesterday.