Sugasm #60

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Christmas for the lonely wanker

I hate to admit it, but this time of year gets me a little down in the dumps. If you were to ask me in the real world, I would argue against it, full of stoicism, but the truth is, I feel lonely.

Why? Christmas is sold as being a time of togetherness and of people connecting, for some there are religious aspects to it that fulfill them. I have togetherness, and my whole extended family is coming down to our place this year, so I will be catching up with the relatives I see but once a year. Religion is not a part of my life, so I cannot count that. But there is no – one outside of those relationships for me. I do not have a girlfriend and the prospects look pretty bleak to tell you the truth. The 3 months into my 23rd year of virginity can start to be a little taxing.

It doesn’t help when I go to the shops to pick up presents that I am flooded by couples doing coupley things, coupley things I have never known. That is the part that gets me down the most. Of course, only knowing sex with my hand and fleshlight, certainly makes me a little itchy to actually try with a flesh and blood human, I could go a brothel any time I wanted to solve the virginity “problem”, but that isn’t what I feel I am missing out on. No, it is the togetherness that I cannot procure, I cannot replace with porn, fantasies and the occasional eyeful. It is odd, I feel like I miss it, yet never having experienced it, I don’t know what I am missing.

Why wouldn’t I admit to it? I am an only child, and growing up I spent a lot of time on my own, forced to amuse myself. This has been an asset in my adult life, I can enjoy and make the most of time with only my thoughts to keep me company. It has also built a strong sense of self – reliance. It is a blessing and a curse. I am quite capable of taking care of myself and my affairs, yet I fiercely defend it to the extent of turning away people whom on reflection were trying to be friendly and am now sitting here alone on Christmas.

Each year I get similar feelings, each year I shrug them off with the same steely determination. Yet this year it feels a little more major. I am hearing stories of people from high school getting married, having a kid, and I’m reading articles in the paper about my generation needing to get it all sorted by 25 or they’ll be sad old fuckers waiting out the years to the grave.

I had always thought there was a core contingent of people who held out on sex until they were married. Don’t get me wrong, I am not completely in the dark, people have sex and I am painfully aware. I just always thought there was a seemingly high number who held this antiquated belief. Reading in the paper the other day that in my age bracket, that group is less than 1%, shook that right out of me. It also brought the virginity issue back into my head.

My virginity has always been a non – issue for me. I had always considered it a lot like bungee jumping, I hadn’t done that either and it didn’t bother me. But in the present state of using sex to sell fumigation to telephone service I can’t help but feel (and am!) left out.

It has also had an impact on my wanking. I had never really thought about it before, mainly because I tend to come out of any little funk of depression pretty quickly. If I feel really down, I usually have a bit of a cry, go to sleep, wake up the next morning and feel fantastic. I haven’t felt as upset enough to bring any tears out, but I’ve just felt…bland. All the days blend into each other, all my senses feel muted and I just feel dulled.

I think the relationship stuff is going to have to wait, in my whole life I have been on 2 dates and have never successfully asked someone out. That is an area I am going to have to take slow and hopefully find a patient and understanding tutor in the future.

In 2007 I am going to change something. I actually have a bit of money sitting aside here and I’m going to use part of it to lose my virginity. I have thought fairly long and hard over whether it is a good idea or not.

1. Prostitution is legal where I live
2. The reputable brothels have strict rules for both their staff and customers, so I have a close to non – existent chance of catching something
3. A reputable place doesn’t force people into the trade
4. I can stop dwelling on the issue

I am interested in your thoughts on the matter. I know many people find the idea abhorrent, but when the time finally comes to actually be with a companion, I want to bring at least something no matter how insignificant to the table as at the moment I have nothing.

But enough of my saddening rambling, I hope everyone has a great Christmas, no matter what you end up doing with yourselves. It has been an interesting year for me, the first time I have ever really confronted too much about myself and I’ve always said that talking about things to complete strangers is much easier. Thank you for reading and all your comments, sorry if I was a bit lacking in replying to comments, I will strive to do better next year! Also, I hope to get to everyone’s requests for gotcum soon and a few new ones of my own, sorry if they are a bit late, this time of year is always busy.

Finally, a little Christmas cheer :)

The Christmas Present

The other night was my work’s Christmas party. It was the usual sort of work Christmas party, people got drunk, people exchanged gifts and a few people said things that they regret today.

I usually hang back, I don’t drink and I am not completely outgoing, so it takes me a little while to get into the spirit of the occasion and join in the festivities.

I tell you this because my favorite MILF co – worker was there wearing quite a revealing dress.

At the end of the evening, it was time for all the people who didn’t embarrass themselves to say goodbye to everyone else, and thank people for their gifts. I don’t really get into Christmas, but I do give presents (I know how cool it is to receive them, so consider it my goodwill!). It was time to be thanked, and thanked I was!

She went in to hug me, and owing to the copious alcohol consumed, it was not the normal hug between two people who are colleagues, there was a lot more contact, and my dream of dreams came true, for 5 glorious seconds her rather perky breasts were pressed hard up against me. I wanked to that as soon as I got home and into bed!

That’s my Christmas present, and I am grateful!

Sugasm #58

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Mile High Club

I have half joined the mile high club. I say half because it was just me. A few years ago I had to travel to Europe to see some family. It was a long trip and a good slice of it took part at some sort of nighttime. When you pass over so many time zones, your concept of night is another’s concept of midday. Whatever it was, the sky was dark and the lights were dimmed.

All through the flight I had received a little more attention than I usually do on flights. It was my first time flying alone, internationally, and despite my pleading, my parents insisted they tell the airline to keep an eye on me. I was 17 and at the time wanted to be a commercial pilot and was obsessed with planes, I knew enough to get to where I needed to go! I felt a bit down about having a minder, a teenage boy, miles away from the parents, the last thing you want is a pseudo parent!

Anyway, the first leg was fine, fairly uneventful domestic flight. I found my way to my connecting international flight and realized that there would be a 3 hour wait. This was pre wireless and laptop days, so there is very little to entertain yourself with. I had some food, read newspapers from all over the world and eyed flight attendants. Pushing midnight and there was not long left to departure.

Since I had been watching beautiful flight attendants for an hour now I was quite ready to go to the toilet and relieve myself. I had a 10 hour plane ride ahead of me, and at the time it hadn’t crossed my mind of masturbating on the plane. I figured I could be seedy for a little while and go to the public toilet and rub one out.

Cleaning in progress!

Crap, I couldn’t go on the trek to find another toilet otherwise I may miss my plane. How on earth do you explain that? “Oh yeah sorry I missed the plane Dad, I was jerking off in the toilet”. No way. I’d have to leave it until Europe.

The flight was fairly uneventful, my minder came round a few times and made sure things were fine. About half way through the trip most people fell asleep, but not me. There was the changing over of the crew, and I had a new person assigned to me, Sophia. Sophia was hot, there was no other way to describe it. She had a sultry accent, and the looks to go with it.

Since I like planes, I took the opportunity to go for a little walk through the plane and have a chat. I ended up in the galley where Sophia was doing some busywork. We had a chat, where she had been, how the job is, is it fun and so on. I liked the company, and Sophia was certainly very pleasing to the eye and ear.

Back in my seat I had a nap, and the worst possible time for a sex dream. I never have sex dreams, maybe one every two years, they are so rare for me. I woke up with a raging hard on and wanking on the mind.

Right, this had to be sorted. I was uncomfortable, and very self conscious. I waited until my erection lost a bit of momentum, so I could hide it in my pants. I walked off to the toilet, passing Sophia’s galley on the way. Sophia asked as to my health and gave me the smile of smiles.

I don’t really know how people manage to join this mile high club with two people in there, the cramped bathroom on a plane seemed a bit awkward even with just me in there. But I persevered and managed to move with the minor turbulence to land all of my cum into the bowl. I felt great, I could land and see my extended family with a clear head. However, now to mask my activities and head back to my seat undetected. I made the usual sounds people make when they are in the toilet doing anything but using a toilet, the flushing (obvious need in this case) and the washing of the hands made very deliberate and audible.

I rounded my way back to my seat and sat down. Sophia came round in a half an hour with some water.

“You should drink some water after exertion like that”

Oh Fuck! Oh Shit! Oh Crap! Fuck!

My eyes went a wide and dinner plates, I either went white like a ghost or red like a fire truck, doesn’t matter which. I was sprung.

“Ummmm, sorry, but I’m young and it’s been a while, and I had a dream and, and, and” (I am terrible at hurried explanations).
“Don’t mention it, only you and I know, and I don’t care. I can keep your secret if you can keep mine”
“…”
“I was just in there doing the same”

Wow!

The rest of the flight was uneventful, we landed and it was time to leave the best flight I’ve ever been on. As we shuffled out of the plane and all the flight attendants, pilots etc. are thanking you for flying with them Sophia gives me a wink.

To this day, much like the school camp it remains burnt into my brain, I love to revisit this fantasy. Has anyone else joined the mile high club?

Sugasm #57

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November 2006 - Totals

In terms of wanking, November was not too bad. Unfortunately it was the worst month so far, but despite the figures not holding this up, it was quite enjoyable.

The traveling parent arrived home on the 4^th and left on the 26^th. Those 3 weeks were quite abysmal. Again, looking at the figures only, it would seem that in country was better.

However, during that 3 week period, a had a number of stretches without any wanking at all. The longest of which was 4 whole days. 4 whole days is a difficult challenge when you have a lot of time on your hands – and no way to use it.

So, how was it enjoyable you might ask? Well, even though I had only a few days, the way things fell meant I had a fairly rare amount of privacy. I did not need to be asked twice to capitalize on it!

The figures:

Total for the month: 23
Total in country: 12
Total not in country: 11

Totals for the year:

All up: 324
Total in country: 109 (33.6%)
Total not in country: 215 (66.4%)

335 days of the year have elapsed, and I have jerked off 324 times. I have 28 days left in the year, I need to masturbate 39 times to have a 1/day average, which I would like.

The challenge is on!