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Every man I know touches himself. There have been times I have even been fortunate to watch. The last guy I remember watching, was around my age, like in his mid 30's. He had a vast library of porn on his computer to the point where he damn near needed the Dewey decimal system to find the genre he wanted. The first thing I noticed was that there was no performance anxiety. I let him know that I was only there to observe... well, observe and buy a car he was selling. I don't judge, I just ask the right questions that lead me into these weird situations: "What do you do with all this damn porn?" He was Freak of the Week and we were in his room relaxing as he was looking for the paperwork to the car. As I watched, I noticed that his technique didn't involve him pulling on his poor cock so ferociously that he looked like an Amish churning butter. Nor was there was any performance anxiety when he laid on the bed and put his hand in his pants. I sat a bit of a distance away and casually watched as he manipulated himself. I always took men as visual creatures, totally expecting that he would be looking at me and working it with this sleazy, pervy look on his face. What I didn't expect was for him to calmly exhale and close his eyes. The ritual began slowly as his hands found those familiar spots. He wasn't well endowed, but he knew how to satisfy himself. Like watching an execution, I couldn't look away. He would moisten his hands with either saliva, lotion or whatever lube he had nearby. In fascination, I watched how his face was so calm, he made no sounds. I would think he was sleeping if his hands weren't moving. A learned technique, possibly due to his mother walking in on him. I thought to myself, well, l since I am here I may as well learn something. You never know when such knowledge may come in handy. He finished in a respectable amount of time. On the whole, I found his technique totally mundane and unremarkable. I probably would've asked him what he was thinking about, but I pretty much wanted to get the car and go. He asked me if I wanted to do anything, in the same tone as offering me a glass of water, " You want to touch me or you want to touch yourself?" I and declined. I had pretty much decided that I really didn't want to sleep with him. Nice enough guy and all, but no. I was tired from just getting off of work and pretty much was only there for the car. Turns out that the car, like his dick proved to be pretty reliable and could take a lot of abuse.
The experience made me think of how I would look when I touch myself. I suppose the freak in me, knowing I had an audience, would feel like I would have to put on a good show. Have like a stage, fireworks and sparks, Good music, good moaning and just freestyle my way into coming. A jazzy mix of probing and rubbing. Maybe put on something lively from the 80's like Michael Sembello's Maniac. "She's a maniac MANIAC on the flo-oh or..." at the "la la la la" part my fingers are a flashdancing like Jennifer Beals' body double. I think the show with Old Boy would have been better with some music, like the theme song to Rocky. He could have been pumping to the beat or even the off beat and then, it would have been worth watching. I wonder if anyone has ever created a mix CD to beat off to....? Would anyone even be able to last until the last song?
I remember as a teen-aged virgin, I found a way of masturbating that didn't require touching myself. Late at night, I would "hold my pee" clenching my urinary pelvic muscles when sitting or lying down, I didn't know it at the time, but I was a Kegel ninja! For some reason those sensations, coupled with a really nice fantasy made me come. Unfortunately, I am holding my pee, and well, little accidents sometimes happened. I remember, one time, I had a really good fantasy going on and I was having multiple orgasms to the point where I was quietly moaning and writhing like a pig in heat. And then my MOM bursts in! She heard my moaning and she asked me if I was okay, thinking I was having a fever. She even felt my forehead! She wouldn't freakin' leave! I had to finally get up and go pee. I was like damn! The guy I watched, lived with his mom. So, in retrospect I totally understand Old Boy's method, all too well. Masturbation is like Solitaire, it's not as much fun to watch as it is to play, but to win, it's all in your hands.