Wearing a cockstrap

Sitting here at the computer on this drizzly Saturday afternoon, clothes long since shucked off, penis fully erect and slick with Albolene and precum. Wearing a leather cockstrap this time -- sometimes I like to put it on when I'm masturbating because I enjoy the sausage-skin tightness it gives to my erection, the way it makes my large glans swell even more than usual, the way it pushes up my hairy nuts like a man's version of the Wonderbra. Have a JPEG viewer window open and am currently looking through my directory of cock close-ups -- studying the miraculously arousing beauty of the adult male penis in all its variety: different sizes, shapes, colors; thinking about the pleasurable sensations that were going through the guy's stiff dick at the moment the picture was snapped.

Imagining how good it would feel to be rubbing another man's erect cock right now... to feel someone else's hardness throb in my fist, to catch my breath in excitement whenever a glistening drop of precum appears at the head of his penis. Displaying my engorged shaft to him as I pump my fist up and down his hard-on: ''You see how much your fucking penis turns me on, man? Yeah, jacking you off like this gives me a FUCKING ERECTION... you like seeing my dick too, don't you? Go ahead and masturbate me, buddy... I wanna feel your hand around my cock shaft.''

It's now 5:45 pm EST as I hit ''post'' -- if you show up in the next hour or so, you can bet that I'm still here masturbating my erect penis, slowly edging towards a nice juicy load of sperm, as you're reading this...

Thank you kindly, sir!

Oh, almost forgot -- an envelope arrived today from a reader in Saginaw, MI, with a generous contribution towards my kung fu fund and a nice letter. I appreciate it, man, and hope that you'll keep on enjoying the site. Stroke a nice hot load out of that fucking erect dick up there in Michigan!

Poll Results: Porno Beats Lube As Top Prop

It has come to my attention that Brooklyn Jack has managed to win a few female fans (via MyJournal.com). Welcome, ladies -- kick off your shoes, grab a chair, and marvel at how scarily fetishistic men can be about those few inches of flesh that hang between their legs. (We do tend to revert to a primitive mammalian state once we really get going on our cocks, but we're still lovable, and we can open jars.) And be sure to tell your man about the site -- betcha a shiny new nickel he's thought about the circle-jerk thing before, whether he admits it or not!

Anyway, continuing my quest to collect hard empirical data on the Science of Onanism, here are the results from the ''J/O Accessories'' poll. It appears that just over 100 readers voted, and the most popular tools that respondents used to get their dicks really fuckin' hard were video porn and dirty pictures -- presumably photos from the inexhaustible pornucopia that is the Web. The big surprise, for me, was how low poppers scored. I mean, sure, they're probably not good for ya, but man oh man do they have a way of pushing you into that goon state where the only things that exist are you and your penis. Your erect, thick, throbbing, hairy, masculine penis, the fucking center of your manhood, the big stiff dick begging for your hand to masturbate it -- Sorry, where was I?

Oh, yeah. I thought it was particularly cool that 50 of you shared my fondness for stroking in front of a full-length mirror, or with a camcorder hooked up to a TV -- isn't it fucking hot to watch yourself masturbate, sometimes? I actually made my first "self porn" movie with my dad's camcorder back when I was 16; by the time I'd finished college, I'd filled up several tapes with j/o sessions, and I used to watch them over and over, playing back my voluminous teenage cumshots frame-by-frame, counting the spurts, and eagerly jacking off to the imagery of my own fucking erection shooting out all that creamy white semen. I still have those tapes, and every once in a while I'll pop one into the VCR and watch a younger version of myself eagerly stroking away at the meat -- it's like a masturbation time machine! [Yep, that's me; I remember shooting that particular session on the couch, with the sunglasses, the summer after my junior year of college...]

Rusty Is A Homosexual (Eastern Bloc Edition)

This link is for the reading amusement of one particular Brooklyn Jack fan. (And, I suppose, for any other visitors who speak Russian -- just make sure your browser can display Cyrillic encoding.) I won't mention any names, naturally, but the guy knows who he is -- spasibo bol'shoe for the hot chat yesterday evening, buddy!

Shooting On Myself

Woke up this morning and smiled as I ran my hand across my chest, feeling the glazed-donut crackle of the dried semen that I'd feverishly rubbed all over my torso last night -- oh fuck oh fuck workin' this big hard male cock yeah pump that fuckin' fist, Jack, yeah gonna feel that hot jizz from my fuckin' hairy nuts oh yeah I love being a man love my erect hairy dong love to see other dude's stiff dicks love to masturboooooooooooooh FUCK! -- even as my right hand was still milking the last few spasms of cum out of my twitching erection. Usually I'll reach for a towel and wipe up after I ejaculate on myself -- nearly always has to be on myself, though once in a while it's fun to aim my erect penis horizontally and let it go all over the hardwood floor, trying for a distance record. But last night, after a nice long Yahoo chat with a buddy, I was just in the mood to leave the slippery mess of semen on myself, to smell the bleachy aroma of male pleasure as the spooge dried on my chest hair, knowing there were many millions of living sperm cells from my own heavy, man-sized testicles still thrashing around for something to fertilize in the larger cum-puddles that hadn't cooled yet. Anyone else know what I'm talking about?

Hmmm, let's see what's in the Brooklyn Jack inbox... Oh, yeah, here's one that I re-read a few times the other night while thrusting my fucking erect meat in and out and in and out of my Albolene-slick fist:

Hey man, very cool site! This is exactly what I've been looking for, and I too get totally hard thinking of other guys stroking their hard and heavy dripping dicks as they read other guys enteries.

As I'm writing this my cock is starting to get very hard very quickly as I know that either yourself and or other guys will be getting hard as they read this-I hope!

What I like to do when alone is read a story of man 2 man joeing, look at some hot male dicks, and let my 6.5" cut dick get hard and press against my whities. In fact it's now hard as a rock, and I'm starting to feel the familiar warmth of my clear hot pre-cum. I'm in good shape as I do work-out, and love to slowly strip in front of my full length mirror as I prepare to stroke my raging hard cock. I first will take off my shirt and look at my pecs, but have to get to my raging boner as it begs for release. I'll slowly take off my jeans like I do when I get together with my buddy, and will let my hard cock slap up against the treasure trail of dark hair from my belly button to my pubic hair just above my hard and dripping tool. I love the way my cock actually pulsates with my heart beat, and I love taking my thick cock in hand, pulling it down and watching it bounce forcefully back up to my abs. I also will walk around a bit just to watch my cock bounce and bob with each step. I remember seeing many cocks bounce around in locker rooms and this just intensifies my hard-on. The euphoria of watching this is unreal, and I start to smear the warm pre-cum all around my dinks big head which just causes more leaking so I have to smear it all over my shaft as well. Sometimes I'll taste it and that too gets me going even more until I have to jerk it to orgasm. I try to make this last as long as possible and force myself to stop as much as I can before letting my cock shoot loads of hot seed all over my bedroom floor. Hope this small entry gets you hot as it has me right now. I'm stroking in between typing here and will soon have to let it gush.

Later man,
......a fellow stroker.

Thanks for writing, buddy... it's always a pleasure to swap some hot j/o talk to help get each other's dicks nice and hard -- the next best thing to actually hanging out with another naked man, erect penises in each other's hands, is experiencing the bond of masturbatory brotherhood by discussing it like this.

Hey, troops! Sorry about the unannounced intermission; between paid freelance work and the distraction of the war coverage, I just didn't feel like blogging for the past few days -- which is not to say that I've been ignoring my dick, of course. As a rule, I try to blog every day, but if there's ever another hiatus like this, don't panic; I fucking love to talk at other guys about masturbation, so just be patient and keep checking back.

So, I mentioned the other day that I got together with a first-timer over this past weekend. We'd had some hot chats online and over the phone for a week or so before that -- the guy was 26 years old and had long wanted to feel another man's hard penis in his hand, to be naked and erect with a buddy, but his very conservative religious upbringing had always made him ignore the urge he felt to express his masculine sex drive through mutual male/male cock pleasure. Reading my stuff here finally drove him to explore what he'd been fantasizing about.

So, like I said, we agreed to meet for lunch. He'd been worried, in email, that I'd think he looked ugly, but he turned out to be a handsome guy. Not movie-star handsome; just attractive in a nice, average way. A little overweight, but I think a few extra pounds can often make a man look solid, and that was the case with this guy.

''The whole day at work yesterday I was thinking about getting together with you,'' he said, as we sat there in the little Ukrainian cafe on 2nd avenue. ''And one of the interns came by and asked for my help with this thing he was working on, and I was like, well, it was not the ideal moment for me to stand up...''

''I think it's hot that you were getting hard at work,'' I told him in a low chuckle around a mouthful of cheese blintz, wanting to tease him a little by talking dirty in public, without actually embarrassing him. He grinned, eyes widening a little, and nodded -- it was noisy in the restaurant; no one could've actually heard what I said.

''Oh, man, I've been thinking about this for so long. You have no idea. My friends keep trying to set me up with girls, but I see guys at the gym and I know who I want to be with. God, do I sound nervous?''

''I remember how I was before my first time, when I was waiting to meet the guy I was gonna do it with,'' I said, feeling my penis start to stiffen at the memory. ''Couldn't sleep at all the night before... I was literally shaking with excitement in bed, just imagining what it would be like to get naked with another dude'' -- my voice dropped to an intimate whisper -- ''touch his dick.''

We finished our food like that, grinning, two guys talking about male/male sex in husky voices over blintzes, exciting ourselves. Finally: ''So... should we head to your place?'' We made our way to Penn Station to catch the Long Island Rail out to his neighborhood in Queens. Got in the door, door locked, coats off, kicked back on the couch, and...

''Well,'' I said, and then he was leaning in to kiss me. That was a minor surprise -- I wasn't comfortable with kissing another guy my first time -- but also very welcome, since my first time was ten years ago and I've long since grown to love the feel of a man's lips against mine. Deep masculine kisses, tongues wrestling, knowing that you're both gonna end up with stubble burn but finding that sexy as hell. I broke off the kiss long enough to comment on how eager he was to taste my mouth.

''I told you, I've been fantasizing about this a lot,'' he drawled, happy as a dog getting its belly scratched, before grabbing the back of my neck to pull our mouths together again. I responded by reaching down to caress the bulge in his crotch -- ah, the fucker was totally erect, just like me. He had his hands on my package about three nanoseconds later, grasping my rigid penis through the jeans so that you could clearly see the contours of the thick glans. I slipped my hand under his shirt... mmm, nice furry belly that I was gonna enjoy rubbing my throbbing cock all fucking over!

''Let's take our shirts off,'' I suggested, and he wasted no time obliging. ''Yeah,'' I breathed against his neck, my hands running over his back as the hardness in his pants jabbed like a flesh battering ram into my own crotch -- Let me in!. ''Look at those two fucking hairy male chests rubbing together, dude -- feels so fucking good being skin to skin with another man like this, doesn't it?'' He answered by growling and grinding his cock harder against mine, which I took to mean ''Yes.''

^{[Hmmm... come to think of it, I've got a backlog of other stuff I wanted to talk about and pics I wanted to put up, so maybe I'll make this story a two-parter and leave off with a thrilling cliffhanger ]}

''I want to see your fucking dick now,'' I said, my fingers grazing the ridge of the erection that surged in his pants, just two layers of fabric away from my eyes and my hands, as I fumbled at his belt buckle...