Bachelor pad, here I come!

I am not far away from having my own private Masturbatorium again. Apparently my credit history wasn't as grim as I'd feared, for I got a call today from the management of Fox Chase in Alexandria saying that my application to rent a 1 BR Dlx unit has been approved -- I'll be signing the lease and picking up the keys on Friday, March 5. (I mention the Fox Chase development by name because there is apparently a still-functioning porno theater nearby. Not a row of video booths, mind you, but an actual theater where they show -- or used to show -- beaver documentaries.)

I'm already making a list of things to get for the new apartment, and the very first big-ticket purchase will be a new computer and a high-speed Internet connection to go with it. (Neither DSL nor cable modem service is currently available in my parents' neighborhood, where I've been living since summer 2003.) Which means, for readers of Brooklyn Jack and my other blogs, that I'll be posting new content more often, so stay tuned. I hope to be back at my original Brooklyn speed by the end of March.

Thursday night fun

I'm dubbing a copy of my watersports video for a buddy in NYC right now. Naked and masturbating at the computer as the gold flows on the TV screen -- the video is something I shot a couple months back while dabbling in auto-watersports for the first time since late 1998. (I remember the approximate date since I went to my third and last group piss party shortly after moving to my studio apartment on 14th St.) I haven't "dabbled" further since making the video; for me the enjoyment of the whole golden showers thing is largely in its novelty, and after a Big Hurrah with the video -- which was, I admit, a whole lot of fun to make -- my interest waned.

Had a friendly chat an hour or so ago with The Naked Trucker, who hopes to finish up his "debut" masturbation story sometime this weekend. (As I said, he has a great archive of original male/male sexcapades, and is a regular poster on ClubStroke, but he considers this his first story-length treatment of the j/o theme.) The Naked Trucker has for some time been high on the list of Cyber Buddies I'd Most Like to 'Bate With In Person, and now that I'm about to sign a lease on an apartment (knock wood), he and I might actually get a chance to knock wood for real the next time his travels bring him to DC.

Mmmm, bear....

I posted a profile on bear411.com with a link to Brooklyn Jack, and got a response a couple days ago from a guy who apparently lives just blocks from my office. (And who apparently gets his booze at the same barrel-shaped liquor store I went to for provisions last Friday night...)

Anyway, he immediately got my attention by mentioning chest/nipple play up front [Where else would you do it? *ba-DING* -- Ed.], since I have been grievously disappointed in the past at failure of some guys to REMEMBER THAT I HAVE A FUCKING TORSO. Conversely, if a guy is into pawing at my pecs and chewing on my nips a bit and nuzzling his face appreciatively into my chest hair, I will jump through flaming hoops for a chance to be with him again and again.

Naturally, I will let you guys know if things develop well...

Be sure'n'tell 'em ''Large Marge'' sent ya...

Breaker, breaker, good buddies! A guy whose posts on ClubStroke I've long admired recently got in touch with me by Yahoo IM.

The Naked Trucker and I share more than our obsessions with naked men, stiff dicks, and masturbation; we both have a passionate love for writing. (And we're both, as yet, relatively undiscovered, but that may yet change.) He tells me he's at work on some j/o-themed writings, which I'm eager to add to the permalinks on the right sidebar. In the meantime, The Naked Trucker's Encounters page indexes a generous selection of real-life stories about the man-to-man pleasures he's found on the road.

This just in from Bawlmer

My long-time correspondent and occasional masturbation buddy Matt, formerly from Texas but now trapped in the otherworldly freakshow that is Baltimore, had himself a good time over the weekend, it seems:

_{OMG... I had the hottest JO session today -- 1.5 hrs solid, no breaks -- with this super cute, hairy, allegedly straight dude. He was 30, six feet, 180, auburny-reddish hair, and HAIRY body 6.5'' cut with a full untrimmed pubic bush.}

The hair on his balls was so blonde and the hairs were SO LONG. [Matt has a thing about pubes. I mean, he REALLY digs a thick bush, believe me. --Ed.] It looked like a fur coat. I cupped them, and all I could feel was hair for days. I couldn't even get to the skin. He was rock hard the whole time, and slow jacked it, legs spread on my sofa. We watched amateur str8 porn. The funny thing is that he NEVER once looked at me or touched me until I was about to cum, then he put his hand on my nuts to feel them, and watched as I whacked really hard, and shot rope on my tummy and chest. He said in a low voice, "NIIIICE." Then he shot a few ropes on his super red-hairy tummy.

He didn't talk much at all, but he did reveal, early on, "well I started jacking with dudes back in college with my roommate. We both did it anyway, so we figured we should just do it together." We were still dressed and I got so hard.

Then, when we were jackin', he said, "I wanna do a chick with another dude sometime. I think that would be so hot, and I have never done it. I also wanna try getting both our dicks in her at the same time, although it seems difficult. Not only are both of us in her pussy, but my dick would be RIGHT UP AGAINST my buddy’s hard dick!!! I can only imagine how hot that would be."

I nearly fainted. He didn’t really talk AT ALL except for those lines.

I sure do hope I see him again. I was getting a touch of homo vibe from him, but I believe he is definitely bi-sexual. Woof!

Matt, you've gotta invite me up to Baltimore if you're going to meet up with this guy again; he obviously needs some coaching....

Oh, by the way...

Reports of Brooklyn Jack being off the market were greatly exaggerated. Or too premature, actually.

He's a good guy, but sometimes these things don't work out, you know?

So, I'm still a swingin' bachelor, in case anyone's keeping score.