Go Ahead – Beat It

I owe a debt of gratitude to follower CoreyJo for triggering an old memory and giving me the idea for today’s post. By the way, her blog Corey’s Dark Corner and Other Unreachable Places is an inspiration in itself! If you haven’t discovered it, pop on over there – you won’t be disappointed; I promise. You can click the title text above, or a link is in the sidebar.

Anyway, CoreyJo reminded me of a situation from my younger days. I was single (after divorcing a woman who thought jacking off was not only disgusting but felt it was “cheating”) and started dating a woman I’d met doing a show. Now, I don’t know if she knew I jacked off several times a week – even though we’d have sex on a regular basis – but, if she knew, she never said anything. If she had asked I certainly would have admitted it; I wasn’t afraid to cop to it and own it.

The thing with this relationship was this: It never failed that she’d be on her period and it would make me crazy-mad horny. It had never happened to me before and it’s never happened to me since. I don’t know what it was with her, but my cock would twitch up a storm and within a few hours my balls felt like they weighed a ton. And no matter what I did, no matter what I said or how much I pleaded, she never gave in. (It might be worth noting, she was also the only woman I loved going down on too!) I’d sit on that couch with her and my cock would snake down a pant leg like a log, straining against the fabric, and an ever increasing wet spot would emerge from all the pre-cum. There’s no way she couldn’t see it, but she still denied me any assistance – no fucking, no blow job, no hand job.

 

Well, there I was, cock as hard as a railroad spike and going back to my own place. The minute I walked through my door the clothes came off. I grabbed one of the sleeves from my AccuJac, lubed it up, slid it between two pillows and went to town. I didn’t bother hooking up the AccuJac itself – when these monthly times hit me, it couldn’t provide a fast enough or hard enough stroke. I slammed into that sleeve like I was hammering nails into a floorboard. I’d blast a huge load and keep right on going. I’d have to cum at least two or three times before my balls felt sufficiently empty, and my willie wilted, and I’d lie there exhausted, gasping for breath.

The moral of this post, I guess, is the need for us guys to get over our inhibitions. I wish I’d been smart enough at that age to have just dropped trou right there in front of her, grabbed my stick and gone to town. But I guess I was too embarrassed to do it in front of a woman – though I’d jacked off with plenty of guys by then. ‘Course, she never suggested it to me either and she very well could have I suppose.

Guys, if our partners can’t help, we should just become ballsy enough to wrap a hand around that raging hard-on and milk it dry. If they decide to join in, wonderful; if not, well, no problem. Ladies, it may also be part of the solution to larger problems: If your man is horny and you are indisposed for whatever reason, don’t let him (or make him) slink off to sit on the toilet…you can suggest (give permission?) he free his monster and beat it into submission, right then and there. It very well could be a great learning experience for you (to see what kind of stimulation he enjoys) but it might make it easier to be more open and honest with each other about other things too. Hmm, now there’s a thought.