A Helping Hand

guest post by Jason Graham

My masturbation history goes back to hidden stashes of Vaseline smeared on the side rails of my bed when I was 12 or 13.  I remember it then being such a taboo - the chairs against the door - the waiting at least an hour to ensure everyone else was asleep before sliding my hand down to my waiting boner.

Through puberty it was basically the same thing, stolen moments in random places - once while waiting for the principal to speak to me if you can believe that.  I was leaning over on the bench wearing a tent-like hockey shirt - allowing me to silently cum with the prudish secretary four feet away from me.  A precursor to other future public forays into self pleasure.

Through my twenties, it became less clandestine, and the realization that yes, women also make themselves cum, opened a brand new sexual attitude box to both investigate and participate along side. 

Now, 38, I still masturbate at least once a day.  With my guy friends we make reference to the classic married stereotype of not getting any (whether it is true or not) and tell tales of rubbing one out before pick up basketball or a job interview to settle the nerves.  My women friends are equally as candid, explaining to me the new toys, or the mixed preference of being penetrated or simply focusing on the caressing of the magical hooded pink button.

My wife knows I do it, hell sometimes she will be flipping through a magazine in bed, me rigid next to her, witnessing me squirting a dollop of purpose-bought lubricant onto the head of my engorged cock. Sometimes it entices her join, sometimes she just watches me finish.  Either way, my intent is self pleasure, everything else, including being watched, is just gravy.

Other times are more random, the shower of course, because water and soap and cock also make for fun time.  Sometimes at work in the stall.   Why Sir Edmund?  Because it's there.  I have no shame about it.  I will talk about.  Write about it (obviously) and will discuss both my frequency and technique with anyone who asks (most people don't).

My theory is why the hell wouldn't you give yourself the pleasure you know is within you?  Yes it is better with a partner.  Yes on a bus or in a cemetery are probably not the best places. 

But there are times, when I know I will have a rare moment to myself (I also have two sons, one 5, one 16 months) and I will plan a more elongated self service session.  Usually I need no inspiration; sometimes I seek it out on this magical porn palace called the Internet.  Sometimes slowly with lubricant, other times furiously with the firm knuckled grip of my left hand. 

My name is Jason.  And I am a masturbatoraholic.

Comments

[hot mama]

Hot Daddy loves watching me get my rocks off.

[Karen]

In my current relationship, watching doesn't come into play well yet-
but in my previous two?
Watching him get his fiddle and pump away got my rocks off in spades.

[Karen]

Get his fiddle and pump away? Wow that typo came out kind of funny- make that watching him fiddle and pump away -

[Karen]

Get his fiddle and pump away? Wow that typo came out kind of funny- make that watching him fiddle and pump away -