Post Warning Note – Just for this post theme, I am allowing myself to use a lot of euphemisms that I normally go out of my way not to use. So expect silly sayings ahead.
What To Do With A Big (For Me Anyway) Stiffy When You Are Not Turned On
Last week, I told you about the start of a little Birthday adventure. You can read about that, if you missed it, through the following link.
IN SPACE, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU CUM
When using the device in this photograph
And a restraining band, I managed to get my old love pole in a state of standing up, very proudly, whilst having no desire to do anything sexual, either with a partner or by rocket polishing. So I decided to get myself interested, with a selection of my favourite F/x video clips.
Getting To Grips With The Situation
So I had some serious wood
That the vacuum device had left a little larger and a lot veinier than normal
As I started to play a video, I looked at Tommy the Todger, in his ultra expanded state, maintained by a restraining band and wondered if I dared give him a handshake. What was I frightened of happening?
Well, something like that. But I took the plunge and started to explore this strange alien thing with my left hand. To my surprise, The red and purple veins, that I do not normally possess, were softer and more pliable to the touch, than the eye would suggest. So I popped open my favourite Solo, Grown up, Happy Time, assistant.
Enjoying the smell of strawberry and started to stroke Willy the One Eyed Sailor, even though I had no inclinations to do so, whilst I watched a few video clips. After about five minutes, I found that my mind started wandering and the situation became interesting to me.
I do not enjoy orgasming. Not to say that I do not like sexual exploits, either solo or with a partner, but I find far more pleasure in taking the journey than arriving. An orgasm just means an end to the fun, for me. Not sure why this is, perhaps I suffer from weak orgasms, it is hard to tell without the ability to experience the same sensations that another person’s body might experience.
Anyway, Back To Choking The Chicken
The videos and my imagination were having the right effect. And the joyful sensation that I normally get from playing with the greasy pole was enhanced a lot by the pole being a more textured than normal. After about 15 or 20 minutes of Cuffing the Carrot and imaging what someone similar to the person in the picture below might do to me.
The inevitable, disappointing climax was reached. But this did not put an end to Mister Stiffy. I felt the bodily juices trying to exit the building, but the ejaculation was stopped by the restraining band. As the orgasm subsided, I was still left with the one eyed monster, in all its enhanced glory. So I broke out more lube and carried on playing five on one. To my surprise, things had developed greater sensation. At this point I broke out an old but favourite fantasy. The one where I am a much younger (but just legally adult) version of myself and am a prefect in a school, who has gotten on the wrong side of the Head Girl (who is also just legally adult). The Head Girl decides to take me in hand, Mercilessly 🙂
After a good fun, further half an hour (that is an estimation of time). The inevitable end game was reached again. And again the restraining band contained the blast and kept things standing to attention. After the show had dropped its curtain, I thought that it was time to bring things to a close and removed the restraining band. I expected the Meat Stick to lay down and go to sleep, but it did not. It lost its little extra length and returned to its smoother, more normal self, but the popsicle did not melt. There was only one way to bring this to an end and I indulged in more videos and self manipulation. At this point, I was glad that I was not with a woman, because Rumpleforskin had become hyper sensitive and I could not have explored a woman’s tender tunnel, under any circumstances. A feather-light touch was applied until…
It was the most impressive pearl fountain that I had ever produced, but I suppose that it was three loads arriving on one train 🙂
A Final Thought
This was an experiment to satisfy my curiosity and that end was achieved. But along the way I did find a way of prolonging the act of self-satisfaction, which proved highly enjoyable. Afterwards, though, it did leave me a little tender and I had to go and find my baggiest under crackers to wear. I suppose every joy cums at a price 🙂
In mind’s eye, one sees our intrepid Prefectdt in the role of Captain Ahab… ascending the mast (as it were)…. until with a mighty shout he exclaims “there she blows…!” And a good tale was read by all.
It is a good job that I was on my own, txdwcr, or I might have been shouting “From hell’s heart I stab at thee” 🙂
Charming! and educational. It’s always interesting to read from the guy’s perspective, I mean gentleman’s.
Now, kind sir, what a lady shall do to lure you to her blog? I wrote a limerick called Mona Lisa Cries, and another one coming tomorrow.
Hopefully I will find some time on Sunday, Sore. I am sorry for not being able to pop around much, but I do have incredibly limited screen time, in a normal day.
Oh my goodness, this was such fun to read Prefectdt, but not as much fun as you had I bet lol. Love the euphemisms lol.
It was educational, always interesting to hear how things work (for want of a better way to put it lol) from the male POV.
Glad you liked it, Roz. I have to admit that I was a bit wary, writing about this part of my personal activities. Although many people love hearing about a woman doing this, men telling you about their solo exploits, often gets a “creepy” label. That’s why I asked people’s opinions about it last week, before committing this post to the keyboard.
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