TODAY’S PICK: STROKE # 17

 Sometimes it's not about rubbing one out as it is riding the tease. STROKE 17 is that ride. Check it out at STROKE 17 on THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES.

CRY

 Dig if you will

The most wicked guitar intro followed by the drop of the beat.

A pattern unlike any I’ve ever heard.

Instantly I am snared into this infectious intro. 

It has only been ten seconds.

After the weeping of the guitar comes yet another cry.  It’s more like a gruff mixture of a moan and growl blending into the beat of the drum machine.  The music picks up with a melodic tune from the piano before it is all taken away except for the drum beat and the vocals that soon chime in.

1984.

I was just a thirteen year old kid.  

Glued to the radio, all activities were an annoying distraction that I would somehow attempt to block out for the next few minutes.

This is definitely what it sounds like.

I remember that summer so well. 

The song belonged to the soundtrack of that summer.  

Although every melody was a banger, no other song would reach a place in my mind and heart like such.

The poetry.

The eroticism.

The melancholy. 

From the dawn of my youth to now, it plays.

It plays just as fresh now as the first time.

And still inside I both groove and cry.

FRIEND ZONE

 LINK: LOGAN ARROW

 Thursday October 25, 2025

I spent some time with Logan.  It is the day after my breakthrough bottoming experience.  He was in town for a few days and we wanted to see each other.

I got to his hotel room and spent some time chatting with him.  Eager to share with him about my experience bottoming for the first time in ages, I went on and on like a chatty little kid about my breakthrough experience. 

Usually it is Logan that is the chatty one as he hates moments of dead silence.  Some of it is the awkwardness of "what to say now." But a lot has to do with time and feeling like he has to get in as much update as possible because there is so little time and well, who knows when or if we will see each other again. I get it. 

I'm different. I can just sit and enjoy being in the presence of someone I enjoy and be just as content.

But today is different. I have plenty to say which makes the conversation much more even.  

He decided to take me out to this West African restaurant.  I really was a bit hesitant because my stomach was still feeling queasy from the 2-1-1 Prep pill I had to take for protection.

As a matter of fact at any moment I was due for the restroom. There is nothing more embarrassing than destroying someone else's toilet bowl but you gotta do what you gotta do. After washing my hands and apologizing profusely for well, never mind; we took a march up to the restaurant. 

He ordered some type of dish.  I believe it was peanut butter something, something. 

I wasn't taking any chances so I just ordered a soda.  He really wanted me to try some so I got a small portion.  It wasn't bad but way too spicy for my taste buds.  

I wasn't going to take any chances and decided to just eat the small sample provided.

Going back to the hotel We chatted a little more before I took off.

On my way home it dawned on me, Logan and I are truly friends.  

I decided to name this entry "Friend Zone" because I thought it was a cute play on words although our dynamic is far from being in the friend zone.

Being in the friend zone would entail a friendship in which one person has romantic or sexual feeling for the other while the other is more like, "I love you like a brother stupid!"

I believe we both would agree that we have both grown into a high regards for one another.  

Although I definitely wouldn't mind hitting it every now and then, I know that his head space is somewhere different.  Hmmm.🤔 Maybe I did just define our dynamic as the friend zone!

You see, for me, I can totally be friends with people I have sex with because for me to have sex that is quality sex, I need some kind of emotional, spiritual  or intellectual connection. 

For Logan, he prefers that raw anonymous and I mean really anonymous sex where he is just an object and his sperm donor's job is to make his deposit. 

So how did we ever hook up?

Well it really just took one time.

I was condom only and he was willing to make an exception.  I don't know if he remembers this but our very first time I fucked him with a condom on.  I kept having problems with my erection and so I finally decided to take it off and busted inside him.

So I am one of the few exceptions that he would use a condom for and he is one of the exceptions I would go bare for.   I believe even though we would make exceptions for each other we are so set now in our policies that it just wouldn't be there like before.  

We are so highly different in our sex palettes and I believe that as we compromise and go with an occasional exception it just solidifies why we want to stick with our policies.

If we don't ever have sex again, I'm okay with that.  I would rather have it that way than to be able to fuck him and not know that human element that makes him so damn unique. 

TIMING

 Saturday 4, 2025

              Saturday 

               2:05 am

Usually when I take on a personal challenge, fast, or embark on a personal journey, I make a strong commitment to hold fast to that personal challenge. 

When I decided to focus on taking and posting at least one new image / clip a day, I didn't weigh in many factors like :

1. I'm not going to be feeling it every single day for the rest of the challenge.  There are days when I don’t feel sexy and faking it for “the shot”  feels more like a business than a blog.  That is when it becomes more about numbers than about the journey.

I do still plan on posting a picture or clip on my sidebar with the current calendar date along with the title and exact or approximate date the image was taken.

I do also plan on continuing to post more frequently on my brother blogs.  Keep an eye out for new postings on my blogroll from the five blogs listed on my blog entry.

Ciao for now.

FACT #36

FACT# 36

      When it happens

I make a noisy bottom. 

Quite loud.

Sorry neighbors.

ONE PICTURE A DAY

 It's been a while since I've made the time to take some self portraits.  

Since it is the beginning of a new month I figure I would challenge myself with taking at least one good picture of myself a day and posting it somewhere on my brother blogs. 

I woke up, scrolled through Scruff, hit Bsky and quickly got offline exasperated by the same look, same body type, and same demographic.  

It is then when the challenge to photograph myself and posting to one of my blogs everyday for the month of October came to mind. Look out for new posts on either 

                        THE DIRTY THOT

            

                                THE DIRTY JOCK

                    THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES

               THE MALE CASTING COUCH

I believe I will also start this month by posting at least one photo or video clip a day to this blog.  These necessarily won't be new clips but some new as well as some blasts from the past. But my goal this month is to be more active on my blogs.