Hey A2A clubbers, my first posting outside the masturbation thread. It is time to move on, a Mod thinks there is already a raft of masturbation stories there. Oh well, the fun is over. But if you had asked me 5 weeks ago when I first posted the hormone crazed “I can’t believe how horny I am” thread, if I had ever been caught masturbating or tasted my own cum, I’d have said “no” - I had long forgotten those memories. And that I’d share beating off stories with my surfing mates, or that I’d feel some kind of shame for jackin off into a library book, I’d have just laughed But now I should be focusing my attentions more on to THE question that I haven’t been able to answer since my first posting, that occurred at the end of a three week masturbation frenzy following the break-up with my girlfriend. It is this question I should be discussing with my ex, instead of killing time here remembering jerkin stories and techniques. That is what jackin world can do for you As such, I’m using this thread to articulate what I’m going to say. Plus, you never know, one of you guys might have gone through something similar. Or you never know - this might help you in the future from waiting 6 months to find an answer to a question you should have faced at the time instead of blanking it out.I owe it to one of the A2A members for putting all the puzzle pieces together leading to finding the question. The first piece was that I had never realised how guilty I felt about catching my best mate jackin at 15. I had never told my mate of catching him; that his jackin resulted in my subsequent masturbation frenzy at that age; and that I took actions that resulted in us becoming jack-off buds for six years. It was a guilt that I never personally acknowledged, but subconsciously, apart from taking the initial lead, I never did again lead in any of those six years. He dictated the what, when, and the how we did anything. And it was he who at 20, graduating to take on the adult world head on, that ended the “experimentation” with the phrase “it was all just about growing up”. It was time now to move forward. As I had a year off between high school and uni, I still had a year to go before graduating. Not being interested in any further “experimentation” without him, I followed a year later into the adult world. However, I’ve never had the same focus as he did - career; money; house/car and family are just not a driving force for me. As such over a decade later, I'm still pretty immature and having fun just growing up - which is not great for relationships The second missing piece was big. It lead me to last December to decide to make some major changes in my life. I decided to take separate holidays from my partner; I turned down a job promotion that I was given before going on X-mas leave; and I will take a year off to travel at the end of this year. I did all this before finally telling my partner about what I had not only decided but also done. Well, as you can imagine this didn't go down very well; and the relationship was all over by February. Well, the missing piece I strongly believe related to seeing again another dude masturbating following an evening that ended up trying to be a partner swap. In November, a couple who were friends of my partner invited us over for dinner. They are a friendly enough couple, but my partner was much closer to them than I. My closeness depended on what substances we were consuming at the time. The night in question was pleasant enough. As far as I was concerned it was an end of the working week dinner; with talk about what had heard/seen on the radio/TV that shocked, amused and entertained. Eventually though nature called and I had to go to the toilet; an event that would cause a sudden end to the night Their place had a separate toilet/bathroom. I locked the door when using the toilet, but left it open when using the bathroom. When I turned to dry my hands, I found the host standing at the door smiling. He starts telling me how great it was that we could make it and how great it is the end of the week type stuff. Since he is blocking the exit I decide just to rest back on the bathroom sink while he is chatting. He then goes on to say that it hasn’t been a great week in the sex stakes though, and that the Champagne and wine has made him horny as hell (I continue to masturbate even when having sex, so this is never an issue for me). While he is telling me this he has loosened his pants and is slowly massaging his penis. I don’t know what I was thinking during this. I think I was in shock, but I didn’t get the chance to find out, because suddenly my visibly upset partner came to the rescue. The moves by the hostess on her had apparently been far less subtle and we were soon out of the door quicker than lightning.I rang the dude the next day apologising, saying that is not our scene and to have a good life. But what I never faced, and seemed more than happy to just blank out, was what impact this had on me….. I still don’t know. But a month later I was planning a separate holiday that set in motion the events that ended in me masturbating like there was no tomorrow - something I hadn't done since 15. Life’s amazing.I just don’t know what I would have done if my partner wasn’t there; would I have just followed the lead again? For me gay curiosity was a teen growing up thing. Personally, I’m not interested in settling down with a guy; nor interested in having relationships outside of a partnership. I do admit though, that in looking back this past month I think I was infatuated by my best mate. And that seeing a guy masturbate is erotic and shouldn’t result in connotations. Well, time to follow up with the ex. Have a great life dudes,Sparkus
A tale of two masturbation frenzies
that was hell of a long speech ... but i read it neway! ive experienced mutual masturbation with my best mate, and would probably do it again when drunk.... but i very much doubt i will be doing it in the future!
In response to:ive experienced mutual masturbation with my best mate, and would probably do it again when drunk.... ---------------Hey horny_dude alcohol can certainly be a deciding factor in doing things. I wrote the above 'magnum opus' after returning from a few drinks on a Sunday arvo. Re-reading it now, I think I type faster than my brain works. However, it was good to get it down as it gave me the courage to see my ex girlfriend. I didn’t appreciate what a homophobe she is - to the point that it makes her physically sick. No wonder I didn’t discuss it earlier with her; which makes me feel a lot better for blanking out things.I owed her an explanation. But I think she would have preferred I didn't. When discussing the partner swapping; she looked ill. The thought of her doing anything with another female turned her stomach. Telling her what I did with my best mate growing up and my confusion about what I would have done if she wasn’t there actually made her be sick Even though I’d been completely faithful in our relationship and hadn’t done anything with a guy since leaving uni days she felt betrayed and dirty. I was not expecting that. But hey, she has to get over it.What I did next though, I hadn’t planned. I called the partner swap dude. Luckily he answered, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone through with it. He had heard that my partner and I broke up, but was surprised at the reason I gave. In a confidence builder, he told me that it was my smile that convinced him to set up the partner swap attempt with us in the first place I just assumed that it was set up for his partner to get on with mine.I’m not sure if this is a such good idea; but I’m meeting up with him Friday next (3 June I think) for a drink when his partner is having a girls’ night out (my mind boggles now). I think I might limit the drinks to stay sober - but it all depends It is interesting how one can be sheltered from things by the friendship groups one develops. Then boom - my world is rocked. And to think it was my partner’s friends who did it to us. Well off to a party; free willy style My usual smart arsed confidence is coming back,Sparkus