Stroke 7

This last week September 15th - 22nd 2024

There have been times when I felt horny but I just couldn't get the opportunity to get into a satisfying bate session.  

Self pleasure just doesn't seem so pleasurable when preoccupied with dealing with family business of a sick loved one especially when they live on opposite ends of the state. Add getting a phone call from relatives every time I even unzip, family drama and just being in a state of depression.  Let’s not forget lack of privacy.  

Though I love my husband immensely, both of us working from home has lead to not having the freedom to roam around the apartment naked, have my sexy self portrait photo shoots, or video chat with a hot horny stud online.

One would ask, “Why not just do it when he is there?”

Because masturbation belongs to me.  It is my time. Something I don't have to share with anyone else unless I choose to.  It is my get away from all of the noise. A place to delve deep into self, fantasy and eroticism without focusing on any other energy but my own.

Every single day, every single time I came close to getting into a groove I was interrupted.  I just give up on this week altogether.

Stroke 6

 July 12, 2024

            Friday

Around 11:30PM

Earlier this year I attend my second annual Gear Up Weekend camping event for kinksters.  It is Friday night; the second day of the four day camping event.  As written on my Daddy Scruff blog, Gear Up Weekend Friday, I play around with a few guys.  But for some reason I don't feel totally connected this year.  I feel like the guy outside, looking in.  

I’m feeling a little out of the loop.  Yeah I fucked two guys but I still would like to fuck my neighbor next to me but he seems so aloof.  I hear guys from the dungeon and by the pool having a good time and I just don’t seem to be as in the loop as last year. 

I feel like I want to be sexual.

  

Sexuality is all around me but I’m not involved.  I decide that since I don’t have anyone else to play with, I will play with myself. 

I strip down naked in my tent. 

The fan is blowing, gently tickling my thighs and blowing my taint.  I begin to open my legs and touch myself.  It is warm enough to unzip so that I can get a breeze through the mesh windows.  Also there is a part of me that wants the windows open so that I can see out and others can see in.  I'm not much of an exhibitionist but the vibe is totally there tonight.

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Stroke 5

Monday February 12, 2024

                                3:13am

I wake up. 

I feel the urge to pee.  I lower my arm to fumble to reach the empty piss bottle on the floor next to me on the couch.  This is my first time using it this way at night.  Usually I get up and go in the restroom, but I decide to try it this way so I don’t have to get up as much and I also just want to feel something different.  For the last few weeks I’ve had symptoms from my asthma brought on by a cold I caught last month.  I finally got some medication that has been apparently helping to bring me back to my normal state of health.

Lately for the last few weeks I’ve been mainly sleeping on the couch with a few pillows to prompt my chest up while my husband have the bed to himself.  

I lower my blue flannel pajamas just below my ball sack, sit myself up and pee into the 32 Oz empty bottle.  I get my yellow microfiber cloth that’s next to me and wipe the remaining piss off me.  I purchased those cloths specifically to use for wiping the piss off my dick.  Sometimes I don’t worry about it and just do like most guys do; shake well and let it be.  But sometimes I like to clean the tip off nice and good to get most of the droplets up.  I’m not really that much of a neat freak.  I actually do it sometimes as an excuse to “clean the tip.” A.K.A. Play with it a bit.  I do this as a casual behavior but if being honest this is nothing more than part of my masturbation scheme and I very much enjoy playing along; whether it is subconscious or deliberate.

Back in my early to late 20s I attended a church that was very much a part of my life.  The doctrine really shun a bad light on premarital sex, homosexuality and masturbation.  Needless to say it took me quite some time to reconcile my faith with my sexuality. Now at 53, I am comfortable with who I am and my faith.  Some of the concepts of walking that thin line of masturbation without actually calling it mastubation has crept in to my self pleasure play. Sometimes I don’t notice when I’m doing it like when I’m in the shower and I find myself getting aroused as I look down at the water hitting my crotch; or when I pay more attention to using the wash cloth to soap my genitals and watch the soap slowly run from between my legs. Other times are more obvious such as this morning; while I rub the soft fabric against my shaft and tip of my penis.

I already have 3/4 erection after pissing in the bottle. Paying the extra attention to it just seals the deal.

3:22am - 3:55am

I lay back down fully erect. I pull my boxers and PJs back up as I lay there for a few minutes.

I open my eyes and pick up my iPad that’s right on the floor next to me.  I begin to document what’s is going on.  Everything you read now is what I have done in real time.  Well it’s past tense now; but I’m documenting my nocturnal playtime as I go along.

I decide to take my PJs and boxers off and just lay here with my thermal top on and my bottom part naked with the exception of putting the cloth back on my hardon again.  I never sleep naked I usually always have some PJs on during the colder months; but I decide I want access, at least for now.

As I stroke I feel my heart increasing.  I’m curious to know what my heart rate is as I get excited from stroking.  Next time I have to pee I’m going to get my pulse oximeter.

4:52am

I’m still naked bottom half.  I’m currently flaccid.

My heart rate is 52 bpm.

My legs are cold.  I’m putting my PJs back on.  I take another piss in the bottle and lay back down. My feet are cold so I put my socks on.

6:30 am

I wake up take a piss.  Pulse is at 63 bpm. Flaccid.

7:49 am 

I wake back up, take another piss.  The bottle is almost full now.  I pull my PJs off again, clean the tip again.  I rub it, getting it swollen again.  I have the cloth just laying on it with my legs open on the couch.  I grab it gently.  I stroke the tip putting a deeper squeeze and more momentum as I get into the rhythm of stroking.  I feel the tingle at the tip of my piss slit as my heart rate increases.  I’m at 72 bpm now.  I come to a halt.  I can feel that rush in my cock.  I come to a total halt.  My dick has not started throbbing yet.  I don’t want to get it to throb.  That is the point in which it’s more difficult to hold back the ejaculation.  I just want to ride this edge and make it last.  I stop for now.

It’s 5:00pm in the Afternoon 

I prepare to take a shower.

The water is a good temperature.  I allow the water to get me good and wet before I soap up to wash. 

I use the the exfoliating cloth and soap it up real thick.  I’m not quite hard.  I pick up a bottle of lube that I had in the tub and lube my dick with it.  I enjoy how the slippery cold texture hits my skin.  I begin to stroke my cock spreading the lube evenly.  This is in no way the best lube I have.  The consistency is rather thin for my liking but it’s what I have closest to me right now.

I Spray the soap off from washing myself.  I lift my left leg and place it on the edge of the tub giving me an open leg stance. I change the setting to a gentle mode.  I reach from behind hitting from my buttocks down to the taint and slowly sprinkling my balls.  It feels amazing having my balls tickled by the gentle spray.  It wakens me to semi arousal. I start stroking. 

The hardest I get is 3/4 of an erection.  I apply more lube but the lube really doesn’t do much for me.  I hold my cock in my hand, spit on it and stroke.  It feels a little better but I’m still not satisfied.  I stroke my hard but not all the way tumescent dick.  I feel that level of cum building up so I stop.

I finished cleaning myself and now I’m mainly playing with the various shower settings.

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Stroke 4

Thursday December 19, 2023

                    7:45am - 8:00am

 I’m laying on the bed watching some videos I made with sub Zero.  

I have a dark blue long sleeve shirt and my black scrubs on.  Under my pants, I’m wearing my striped KnitLord briefs.  I usually don't like striped underwear.  I am more of a tighty whities or a solid color kind of guy (with the exception of boxers) but

these are a variation of blue, light blue, gray and a few other colored stripes giving the briefs a cool tone.  Also the briefs are made of what is called bamboo viscose making the fabric soft.  It feels good on the skin.  The waistband isn't tight.  It fits snug but stretchable so that my hardon is comfortable.

My dick is so bricked up right now watching the video of me fucking Zero in the ass. 

I reach in my pants, into my underwear, grab the tip of my dick and stroke it.  I'm not stroking fast or hard; just enough to ride the bate a bit.  

The masturbation feels okay, but it doesn't feel great without some type of lube or my spit; which I sometimes enjoy just as much.  But I choose not to get anything.  I don't feel like getting up and I don't want to interrupt my flow even though I don't plan on being in bed too much longer.

I just stroke while I enjoy the mediocre feel of my dry hand on my dry cock. 

After a few minutes, I get up and prepare to get ready to do some chores for today.  Before I do that, I reach back down my pants, into my drawers to check for precum.  I hate the feeling of being wet and sticky throughout the day (at least when I'm out and about or doing household chores) so I check to make sure I am not leaving a wet stain in my drawers.

I slightly rub the tip and a large smear of precum lubricates my cock.  This sends a sensation throughout my body.  I start to stroke the tip.  This is the feeling I needed to turn that mediocre stroke into a nice bate.  I keep stroking.  I'm at that point where it feels so good I don't want to stop at least not until it dries up. 

I come to a halt once it dries and go into the kitchen to work on my chores. 

I am off today so I will be stroking on and off for most of the day.

Noonish

My bathroom is located in the office.  My husband 

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Stroke 3

 It was about 10 am in the morning.   My husband was in the other room we call the office. He was on a conference call. I was in the bedroom. Though I could faintly hear my husband talking to his colleagues on their online company meeting, I was able to tune out the muffled voices coming from behind the closed door of the office.  I had the bedroom door closed as well.

“Would this be the proper time to reach in my boxers and fondle myself?”

“I’m not sure how long this conference call will last.” 

These are the thoughts running through my head as my husband is working from home.

It may seem somewhat juvenile that as a grown man I am sneaking to masturbate.

I have friends whose partner’s would freak out if they caught them playing with themselves. 

Some of their reasoning:

“It’s just like cheating”

“That’s so weird”

“What! Am I not good enough?”

Fortunately, my husband knows I masturbate. 

I doubt that he would have any insecurities about me doing it. For fuck sake! We’ve been in an open relationship for the last 20 years so I doubt me fucking my own self would be an issue.

The reason I’m so private about it is because it is one of the few things I get to enjoy all by myself. 

ALL BY MYSELF.

As much as I enjoy sex with my husband and with other men; there is something to be said for being able to be in the privacy of my own space and explore my entire body.

I can say the nastiest, raunchiest things and not worry if I’m being too weird or over the top. I don’t have to worry about the possibility of crossing anyone’s boundaries. 

Anyone who follows my Daddy Scruff blog knows that Domination and being Daddy is my forte. I’m Daddy with my boys and I’m Daddy in front of the mirror or video camera. Sometimes I dress in my Leather. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I raid my underwear chest.  I have just as much of a fetish for tighty whities, and sexy underwear / jockstraps as I do for my leather. I love playing in my underwear. I’m like a fucking kid in a candy store.

Sometimes I just want to be Mark without the Daddy persona. In my younger years I was more versatile. Sometimes I can feel deep in my hole the desire for a man to take it and make it his. Lately I have been training my hole to open more by slowly reintroducing it to fingering. I’m very tight and it takes time. But sometimes I can get two fingers in (told you I am tight) and go deep.

This is all part of my bating experience. 

Masturbation for me is more than stroking my dick. It is using my hole, my mouth, feeling my chest, stroking my cock, being top, being bottom. It is using every part of my body to bring self pleasure. 

Masturbation is me, right now righting this entry and being so horny and hard as I explain what masturbation means to me. It’s the big fucking tent in my PJs, the wet tip in my underwear as I type and occasionally stroke myself.

When I created this blog I decided instead of brainstorming for titles; I would number the posts strokes.

I chose this because it just felt right. What better concept for a masturbation blog than to name your post stroke and the number in which you posted it?

Stroke 3 has definitely been my most involved post so far. But I look forward to seeing what other Strokes are in store for The Chronicles.

Stroke 2

Saturday  November 18, 2023

I’m getting ready for a dinner party.  I don’t really want to go. All I really want to do is Jack myself into oblivion.

Nipples: hard.

Underwear: moist 

Frustrated I feel like I hardly have “Me” time since after the pandemic. 

I miss time to myself. I miss having the place to myself when my husband was away at work. Now that we both work from home having the time to focus solely on my body and mind has been a challenge to say the least.

Later Saturday night.

We got home from the party. We actually had a great time. I enjoyed myself immensely. 

I’m definitely in a different headspace now. 

Before I was horny and frustrated. Now I’m very glad we got to mingle with old friends. I’m no longer horny but I’m sure tomorrow I will find some way to have some time to myself.

Stroke 1

Masturbation goes deeper than stroking one’s dick up and down until it explodes with cum.

It is the orgasmic feeling that electrifies every nerve throughout the entire body.