Jerk-Off [Story] by Misty Rampart

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Shane drove a truck. He was just starting out and was a one-man show, just he and his used box truck. It was hard; a lot of long days, but at the same time liberating compared to his past life: desk-bound, all but completely miserable. He got to see the country and best of all, be his own boss and make his own hours.

One day he saw something he couldn’t quite believe. It was like that scene from Vacation where Christie Brinkley pulls up beside Chevy Chase in her red convertible. There she was: blonde hair blowing in the wind, dark sunglasses, perfectly painted ruby lips, the kind of lips men dream about having wrapped around their cocks.

It was bad enough without this scene as being on the road already made him horny. Maybe it was the vibrations from the road, but the distances also gave him plenty of time to think and of course he thought about sex a lot. What man wasn’t like this? Shane considered himself quite normal at least in that regard. But for Shane there was a certain aggravation if not despair about the whole thing. An injury to his penis had caused a curvature in it which made erections painful, if he could get one at all. His confidence was shot. To make things worse, once that had begun to repair itself (after painful shots, plenty of Cialis and vitamin E) he suffered his worst bout of depression ever, forcing him to go on anti-depressants, which prevented him from being able to have an orgasm, or at least a full, pleasurable one. He felt sexually cursed and as he approached middle age he wondered if it truly was “all downhill from here.”

He thought about getting to the hotel that night. In fact, it was all he could think about. He was really looking forward to jerking off and felt like it was something he would really enjoy. But, he wondered to himself, “would I be able to get the job done?” His confidence soared high with hope; he was definitely semi-erect in his pants for the last hundred miles. He decided to just enjoy the anticipation of what would hopefully go well later on that night.

When he got to the hotel he was still in no hurry, so he checked in and got settled. There was a good steak place within walking distance so thankfully he didn’t have to climb back into the truck after just getting out of it. He enjoyed dinner thoroughly and took his time. People-watching was also of his favorite activities. A cute waitress was another plus. He wondered if anyone could tell what he was thinking. Maybe it was written on his face: Demon Sperm Build-Up.

Finally arriving back at his room, he got showered and changed into his sleepwear. The anticipation of gaining some kind of release was almost more pleasurable than the orgasm he longed to have. His mind being so out of sorts still, it helped to have a visual. He hoped to god it wouldn’t always be like this, that once he healed both physically and mentally, he would return to his previous robust sexuality. He had a vivid imagination and if that failed he could always recall an encounter with someone from his past.

In a previous relationship, he had what he would consider a healthy sex life. But problems developed and coinciding with his physical injury, plus losing all desire for this woman mentally and emotionally, including ability to perform, made sex impossible. Shane wondered if this was what getting old was about. If so, he didn’t any part of it. Yet there was still hope, he figured he would get through it, adjust to everything including the medication, and return to his previous state.

Visuals helped get him to the finish line; as gruesome and ridiculous as porn seemed at times it was necessary to bridge the gap that seemed to exist between his mind and body. He truly wished it were otherwise, but he had to do it, if for no other reason than his health. So, with his tablet he found a porn site that would potentially satisfy his needs. He thought about the Wi-Fi at the hotel and whether or not they could tell where his dirty eyes and potentially dirty fingers were wandering, as if any minute he would hear a knock on the door and a “are you watching porn in there?!” from the desk clerk.

He always went with the thumbnails of the videos and possibly by what category they were tagged under, like “Big Tits” or “Cumshots”. He was not turned on by the male body at all, but all-lesbian porn seemed to lack the magic, the conclusion if you will, and he liked to pretend it was he that was with the woman, and that he, in a sense, chose her, in the same way he chose the movie.

He found one with the description “Blonde with big tits gets fucked hard” which just what seemed appropriate under the circumstances. Certainly Christie from earlier in the day fit that description.

Grabbing a hotel towel, he laid flat on his back and positioned the tablet so he could see it and the towel on his stomach. She was a pretty girl, and seemed to be enjoying what the man was doing to her. He was vaguely foreign, European perhaps, and quite a bit older. Apparently he was teaching her how to fuck because he kept giving her little hints and instructions, telling her to lay this way, and put her what have you in a certain posture.

Shane didn’t like that very much. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” Shane thought. He couldn’t really tell if she was enjoying it all that much; he remembered he had seen more than his fair share of “out-of-it” strippers, who were either on their first day or last day, he couldn’t tell. Don’t do it if you don’t enjoy it he thought.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He was going to succeed, although the speed in which he had to maintain his stroking was nearly beyond his strength. He was not ambidextrous, so his right arm nearly became numb, burning with resolve. Finally, he came on the towel – shivers ran down his spine and legs, down to his toes. He was so relieved! It was a terrific orgasm, complete, full, voluminous. He even watched it as it came out onto the towel, thick and glorious.

If he was successful at nothing else that day, he was able to come. That was something. His mind was quite a bit clearer and he felt amazing physically. Shane then focused on other matters, such as getting cleaned up and getting to bed. It would be another long day of driving tomorrow.

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