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FicklePickleTickle
Over 90 days ago
Male, 57
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Innocent.
Ever pretend that agreed with your friend(s) talking about someone "hot", while secretly wondering what the hell they actually saw in that person?
Ever pretend that agreed with your friend(s) talking about someone "hot", while secretly wondering what the hell they actually saw in that person?
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Granted, but she's dressed like Captain Jack Sparrow and the hotness just doesn't shine through in that particular costume.
I wish that I could fast forward through to the end of spring without having to experience the coming months.
I wish that I could fast forward through to the end of spring without having to experience the coming months.
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Something I almost never hear, complete and utter silence. It is bliss to me.
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A good friend.
Say that you fell in love with your best friend. The friendship if mutual, but the romantic love is not reciprocal: Would you rather try to hold onto an awesome friendship, knowing that it will always hurt that he/she does not love you back or end an awesome friendship because it would hurt too much to be that close, but not where you really want to be?
Say that you fell in love with your best friend. The friendship if mutual, but the romantic love is not reciprocal: Would you rather try to hold onto an awesome friendship, knowing that it will always hurt that he/she does not love you back or end an awesome friendship because it would hurt too much to be that close, but not where you really want to be?
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Mine is both unique and embarrassing:
When I was a teen, back in the 80s, we didn't have access to the Internet and sites like this and Pornhub. We had limited options and sometimes it got boring. Boredom sometimes leads to unusual ideas and actions.
Having known about, but never seen, vibrators at the time, I had wondered what it would feel like to have my cock vibrated. It sounded like it would be fun, but I had no access to one.
Well, I had the house to myself one day, and I was horny, but also tired of ordinary every day wanking, so I set out on a mission to find something different that day.
I started scouring the house, the kitchen, the attic, everyone else's bedrooms, the bathroom, and finally I ended up in the basement.
Our basement was not furnished. It was where tools and the washer and dryer were. Nothing special about it. Lots of junk and plenty to spark my imagination that day.
Nothing looked like fun until I discovered a power sander, the kind you can hold in one hand. Hey, those vibrate like crazy!
I had used this thing before to remove paint off something and remembered that it vibrated the hell out of my hand and wrist, so I thought this might be great.
I plugged it in, unzipped and dropped my pants and undies down and turned it on. I held it in my hand and the brought that hand to my cock, thinking that it would vibrate. Nothing, I couldn't feel anything. My hand was absorbing it all. Shit.
So I thought, what if I pressed my cock to where normally one holds the sander? I tried and really very little feeling came through. Well, this wasn't any good. A new tactic was needed, but what?
I didn't dare put my bare cock anywhere near the moving parts, but somehow I had to get that vibration to it. There was no sandpaper attached, so I thought of a new idea.
I pulled my pants back on and zipped them back up. By this time, with all of the screwing around and failed attempts, I was soft again. I figured it would be fairly safe to press the sanding area to the outside of my jeans, so I thought I'd try that.
I turned the sander back on and I lightly touched it to the outside of my jeans to test the waters, so to speak. It felt warm from the friction, but it didn't seem to have any negative effect though. No chance on the material getting caught or anything.
Seeing it was safe, I went for it and pressed it against my jeans right where the head of my cock was resting, still soft, inside them. I felt that whole area including my internal organs vibrate, it was super intense.
Maybe overwhelming would be the right word. Imagine that whole pelvic area vibrating inside and out all at once very intensely, and then magnify it. I know that sounds incredible, but it played out in a way that I would have never anticipated:
-Still soft, pressed it against the head of my cock in my jeans.
-Intensity instantly overwhelming, inside and out.
-Heat from the friction engulfed me.
-Still soft.
-5 seconds into it I lost all control, literally.
-Cock numb, no feeling.
-Orgasm with no pleasure.
-Very messy jeans and underwear.
-Numbness for an hour or two after.
In other words, I got no enjoyment out of the experience. I had no pleasurable feelings from it. I guess it was so intense that my brain shut off the nerves or something. No control meant absolutely no ability to squeeze that muscle that delays cumming. I felt no pulsing/throbbing/twitching/tingling/sensitivity/etc. nothing, my cock, soft, spurted and spurted but I felt none of it.
So I had no fun that day and ended up having to clean up a mess that wasn't even fun to make in the first place. lol
When I was a teen, back in the 80s, we didn't have access to the Internet and sites like this and Pornhub. We had limited options and sometimes it got boring. Boredom sometimes leads to unusual ideas and actions.
Having known about, but never seen, vibrators at the time, I had wondered what it would feel like to have my cock vibrated. It sounded like it would be fun, but I had no access to one.
Well, I had the house to myself one day, and I was horny, but also tired of ordinary every day wanking, so I set out on a mission to find something different that day.
I started scouring the house, the kitchen, the attic, everyone else's bedrooms, the bathroom, and finally I ended up in the basement.
Our basement was not furnished. It was where tools and the washer and dryer were. Nothing special about it. Lots of junk and plenty to spark my imagination that day.
Nothing looked like fun until I discovered a power sander, the kind you can hold in one hand. Hey, those vibrate like crazy!
I had used this thing before to remove paint off something and remembered that it vibrated the hell out of my hand and wrist, so I thought this might be great.
I plugged it in, unzipped and dropped my pants and undies down and turned it on. I held it in my hand and the brought that hand to my cock, thinking that it would vibrate. Nothing, I couldn't feel anything. My hand was absorbing it all. Shit.
So I thought, what if I pressed my cock to where normally one holds the sander? I tried and really very little feeling came through. Well, this wasn't any good. A new tactic was needed, but what?
I didn't dare put my bare cock anywhere near the moving parts, but somehow I had to get that vibration to it. There was no sandpaper attached, so I thought of a new idea.
I pulled my pants back on and zipped them back up. By this time, with all of the screwing around and failed attempts, I was soft again. I figured it would be fairly safe to press the sanding area to the outside of my jeans, so I thought I'd try that.
I turned the sander back on and I lightly touched it to the outside of my jeans to test the waters, so to speak. It felt warm from the friction, but it didn't seem to have any negative effect though. No chance on the material getting caught or anything.
Seeing it was safe, I went for it and pressed it against my jeans right where the head of my cock was resting, still soft, inside them. I felt that whole area including my internal organs vibrate, it was super intense.
Maybe overwhelming would be the right word. Imagine that whole pelvic area vibrating inside and out all at once very intensely, and then magnify it. I know that sounds incredible, but it played out in a way that I would have never anticipated:
-Still soft, pressed it against the head of my cock in my jeans.
-Intensity instantly overwhelming, inside and out.
-Heat from the friction engulfed me.
-Still soft.
-5 seconds into it I lost all control, literally.
-Cock numb, no feeling.
-Orgasm with no pleasure.
-Very messy jeans and underwear.
-Numbness for an hour or two after.
In other words, I got no enjoyment out of the experience. I had no pleasurable feelings from it. I guess it was so intense that my brain shut off the nerves or something. No control meant absolutely no ability to squeeze that muscle that delays cumming. I felt no pulsing/throbbing/twitching/tingling/sensitivity/etc. nothing, my cock, soft, spurted and spurted but I felt none of it.
So I had no fun that day and ended up having to clean up a mess that wasn't even fun to make in the first place. lol
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Wow, two good replies. Thank you both for sharing. Keep 'em coming. 
[Edit to add: I wrote my story on the Ask the Guys version of this topic that my friend posted. Go have a laugh at my expense. hehe]
[Edit to add: I wrote my story on the Ask the Guys version of this topic that my friend posted. Go have a laugh at my expense. hehe]
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Always wade before floating in Egyptian ponds.
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Always wade before floating in Egyptian ponds.
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What is the most unique and/or embarrassing way that you've even had an orgasm?
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Pregnant quail remark strongly to albino bats.
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Pregnant quail remark strongly to albino bats.
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Dirty rotten imbeciles never keep eggs refrigerated.
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Dirty rotten imbeciles never keep eggs refrigerated.
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