Or something like that.
And I’ll respond: “I looked it up on Wikipedia and the description there seemed close enough to what I wanted to get across—and shut up anyway! I’m a writer, not a chemist. Or fluid engineer. Or whatever.”
Wait. Let me start over, because this article is supposed to be about male masturbation. Part two in a three-part series for all fathers and potential fathers this month who may or may not have gotten cards on June 17. Or, better yet, gotten blowjobs or something similarly special.
Anyway, some of you may recall motor oil commercials many years back lauding their viscosity, so that your engine doesn’t grind to an agonizing, grinding halt like an epileptic who’s just been shot with a poisoned blowgun dart while in the middle of a seizure after being set on fire. The lesson there seemed to be that a nice, viscous liquid that maintained its viscosity (much like a good lube) was a hell of a lot better than hot pieces of un-lubricated metal rolling against one another in a hellish display of potentially fiery, engine-slaying friction.
Damn, now this article is like an episode of “Car Talk.” Really, I’m here to talk about masturbation.
And when it comes to wanking, I totally prefer the metaphorical hot but smooth sliding sensation of a well-lubed member to a fiery, scratchy, skin-shaving episode of furious dry jacking.
Really, men, that penis has either helped create some kids or it might one day do so. Also, it brings you great pleasure at times and provides a helpful outlet for all the pent-up beer in your bladder. Show it some love. Use some lube. (Note to the ladies: Same applies with handjobs. If you don’t have lube, please use copious amounts of saliva. Just as we men don’t choose to dry-hump a leg if we don’t have to and you don’t want a dick inside you before your parts have gotten all slick and wet, we don’t want a handjob that makes us think you’re trying out Girl Scout skills that taught you how to make fire with two sticks.)
Sadly, I think a lot of guys don’t bother lubing up their cock for masturbation at all, and I don’t understand this. I mean, if you’re only jacking off for 30 to 60 seconds for the sake of cumming, I get it (I guess), but I don’t know why anyone would want to rush that much. Enjoy the “moment” by making it go on for at least several minutes. You’ll be happier. Well, if you lube up, anyway.
Because if you don’t, I find myself wondering if you’re slightly masochistic or if you’re punishing yourself for masturbating at all because of residual guilt that there’s something wrong with doing it. (See part 1 of this series, “A Hand’s Best Friend”)
By the way, those of you guys who prefer to jack off into socks—and apparently there are quite a lot of you out there based on what I hear online and that just makes me sad; but we’ll get to you in part 3 of my wanking series—well, you guys probably don’t care, but listen anyway.
And ladies, you listen too, because you never know when some interesting or even kinky handjob action might be at your fingertips based on some of what I’m about to say.
I know, after 600-plus words and hardly any talk about actually jacking off, you probably don’t believe I have anything to say. Au contraire! (Which may or may not be French for “let’s talk about lube,” but I’m not sure. I took Spanish in high school, even though I’m half French-Canadian and half Luxemborgian.)
And I’ll respond: “I looked it up on Wikipedia and the description there seemed close enough to what I wanted to get across—and shut up anyway! I’m a writer, not a chemist. Or fluid engineer. Or whatever.”
Wait. Let me start over, because this article is supposed to be about male masturbation. Part two in a three-part series for all fathers and potential fathers this month who may or may not have gotten cards on June 17. Or, better yet, gotten blowjobs or something similarly special.
Anyway, some of you may recall motor oil commercials many years back lauding their viscosity, so that your engine doesn’t grind to an agonizing, grinding halt like an epileptic who’s just been shot with a poisoned blowgun dart while in the middle of a seizure after being set on fire. The lesson there seemed to be that a nice, viscous liquid that maintained its viscosity (much like a good lube) was a hell of a lot better than hot pieces of un-lubricated metal rolling against one another in a hellish display of potentially fiery, engine-slaying friction.
Damn, now this article is like an episode of “Car Talk.” Really, I’m here to talk about masturbation.
And when it comes to wanking, I totally prefer the metaphorical hot but smooth sliding sensation of a well-lubed member to a fiery, scratchy, skin-shaving episode of furious dry jacking.
Really, men, that penis has either helped create some kids or it might one day do so. Also, it brings you great pleasure at times and provides a helpful outlet for all the pent-up beer in your bladder. Show it some love. Use some lube. (Note to the ladies: Same applies with handjobs. If you don’t have lube, please use copious amounts of saliva. Just as we men don’t choose to dry-hump a leg if we don’t have to and you don’t want a dick inside you before your parts have gotten all slick and wet, we don’t want a handjob that makes us think you’re trying out Girl Scout skills that taught you how to make fire with two sticks.)
Sadly, I think a lot of guys don’t bother lubing up their cock for masturbation at all, and I don’t understand this. I mean, if you’re only jacking off for 30 to 60 seconds for the sake of cumming, I get it (I guess), but I don’t know why anyone would want to rush that much. Enjoy the “moment” by making it go on for at least several minutes. You’ll be happier. Well, if you lube up, anyway.
Because if you don’t, I find myself wondering if you’re slightly masochistic or if you’re punishing yourself for masturbating at all because of residual guilt that there’s something wrong with doing it. (See part 1 of this series, “A Hand’s Best Friend”)
By the way, those of you guys who prefer to jack off into socks—and apparently there are quite a lot of you out there based on what I hear online and that just makes me sad; but we’ll get to you in part 3 of my wanking series—well, you guys probably don’t care, but listen anyway.
And ladies, you listen too, because you never know when some interesting or even kinky handjob action might be at your fingertips based on some of what I’m about to say.
I know, after 600-plus words and hardly any talk about actually jacking off, you probably don’t believe I have anything to say. Au contraire! (Which may or may not be French for “let’s talk about lube,” but I’m not sure. I took Spanish in high school, even though I’m half French-Canadian and half Luxemborgian.)
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