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Editorial Note
Consuming Passion
Just in case you haven't guessed it by now, I'm consumed by masturbation. Occasionally,
while I'm jerking off, just the thought that I'm jerking off can make me cum.
Solo, mutual, anyway, anywhere—that's my motto. And when I'm not actually
doing it, I'm either talking about it, writing about it, or reading about it.
That is, of course, the great thing about this job. Masturbation is not only my
life, it's my livelihood. And I love the idea that I work towards making you guys
jerk off. My interest in all things concerning masturbation extends to other people's
practices—especially my readers. I've written a few editorials asking for
your input on the subject, and seeing no reason to repress this particular obsession,
I'll probably write a couple more. I realized soon after I put out the call for
your jerk-off experiences that I had hit a nerve. That particular column elicited
more fantastic mail than any other to date. I've printed a few responses in this
month's Man Mail column, and there are a few dozen more filled with enthusiasm,
not to mention ingenuity, that left my mind stimulated and my shorts stained.
Apparently, I'm not the only masturbation junkie at the table. In an interesting
twist, no pun intended, not only are people writing to me and telling me about
how they do it, recently a couple of guys have insisted that they show me. I was
happy to oblige. At a photoshoot last month, the model asked if the photographer
or I would mind if he "finished himself off ' after having to keep it up
and glistening through a grueling forty-five minute set. He was just about ready,
but had to lay back on the couch with his knees pulled back and his feet raised.
Unabashed after our evening together, he explained that lie could only get off
when looking at his own feet. Cool, huh? A few days later, after an evening of
looking for "talent" with a different photographer, I ended up at an
after-hours club that is known to turn a blind eye to what goes on in the basement.
It was a sparse night and as I sat by the pool table this dark-haired, hot guy
in his early twenties started chatting me up. So I did what any red-blooded pornographer
would do—I gave him my card. Apparently a bit of an exhibitionist, he seemed
especially excited by the thought of a professional voyeur leaning against the
opposite wall. In no time his right fist was flying. I was a little surprised,
and more than a little intrigued as I watched his left hand edge up over his belly
and chest to his mouth—where he inserted his thumb and started sucking.
If anyone had told me beforehand that I'd be turned on by watching someone suck
his thumb, I'd have said he was crazy. But being privy to the oral fixation of
a gorgeous jock in a public setting was making me really hungry. What intrigued
me most about this guy was that he never took his eyes off me, or his thumb out
of his mouth. That is until he came. Then I watched in awe as he carefully caught
his load, lifted his hand above his mouth and licked at his knuckles as his cum
leaked between his fingers. He didn't miss a drop. This reminded me it had been
a while since I'd tasted my own cum, so I pulled my dick out and started yanking.
After the show I'd seen, it didn't take long. I got my hand cupped over my dickhead
and caught a real handful. Then, following his example, I lifted my hand up and
sucked down my load. Not bad. When some other guy came up and asked if I'd like
to eat my own cum a second time while he watched, it was tempting. But with my
dick poking out all hot, red and sore—well, I guess it's like one of those
things that pops out of a self-timing turkey: I knew I was done. For the time being, anyway.
