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Blogs > rm_sgtrock60 > Yeah I'm easy

Red Hot Poker  

rm_sgtrock60 63M
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8/26/2005 11:20 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm
Red Hot Poker
What is it with this whole masturbation thing?

I can’t remember when the first time I touched myself was but I know it was early probably second grade. My first erotic images were Sears catalogs until I grew old enough to find my dad’s Playboy’s. Going to a catholic school was rough if you played with yourself. Father would always give a lecture every year to the boys during lent about sinful thoughts and touch. Growing up in the sixties was rough too we didn’t really have a whole lot of television to get you excited except maybe PBS which had Monty Python.

Going into high school I found some freedom as my parents let us choose whether or not we continued in the catholic school system or went public. I chose public and what a choice this was. No more uniforms except for sports. It was the early seventies and things like mini skirts and short shorts were now available, along with heavy petting.

Masturbation now went to greater heights as you could still remember plying with the girl next door when you went to bed or better still you could still smell her on your fingers.

When I went into the marines I wasn’t much for masturbating but there were some brave souls who could keep the whole squad bay awake at night pulling their meat.

Having regular sex didn’t seem to stop my urge to play with myself it only seem to enhance it. I know some wouldn’t readily admit that they play with themselves but I do and I’m not ashamed by it. I have had girl friends that actually become aroused by it. Knowing that when were not together I perform my solo act with images of them in my head or sometimes they will get carried away over the phone (thank god for speaker phones).

Now there is this whole Internet thing. It has made erotic images more readily available and conversations with similar thinking adults that much more easier to have. Take this site for instance I have gotten off with woman of all types, men and transsexuals too. It has been a less inhibiting experience all in the safety of your monitor’s soft glow. I readily admit that I am a nudist, exhibitionist and a tease but some wouldn’t perform the way they do here in person due to their own and societies inhibitions.

As for myself I love rubbing the head of my cock with the first droplets of my sticky pre cum sliding down my shaft as it continues to swell. Caressing and rubbing my clean-shaven body as it begins to throb and bob up and down against me. Pulling it slowly at first as I slowly bump and thrust my hips into my hands simulating a good slow fuck. Until my pace quickens causing my shaft to become a deep red from the friction as I can feel my hot cum building. Then suddenly it explodes with such force it shoots across my chest on to the floor until it only oozes slightly the remaining fluid as my hands releases its grip on my<b> red hot </font></b>poker.

Damn I did it again…I got to go so I don’t ruin another keyboard. For all of you monks out there who say you don’t do it you are to be pitied for if you don’t know what makes yourself feel good how can you make others feel good.

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