Some enjoyable moments

Eriic

Life is a tapestry woven with threads of erotic adventure, laughter, and love. Taken snapshots that make the journey memorable.

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  • I refrained from masturbating for a week. During this time, sometimes the dreams are weird, sometimes they’re just awesome. I can’t control the context of it much. For instance, I frequently have dreams where I am naked and everyone else is dressed. So, I had a very very odd dream yesterday. Actually, I don’t know if I can authentically call it a dream. I’m pretty sure it started as a dream, then I woke up partially–kind of like I didn’t open my eyes or move, but I had control over my thoughts and kind of just went with it until I felt as though I’m ejaculating. Although I ejaculated while sleeping when I woke up, I was pretty horny all day, with random boners all the time at my desk for no reason.

    Here is a pic from the other night when I ejaculated:

  • If you are ever visiting a country in Asia, the best way to understand the food culture is by looking at the streets. You will find many different individual food stalls set up along the boulevard, selling a wide range of food everywhere – outside school, beside the church, at the street corners, inside jeepneys or bus terminals, etc. They are popular with people from all walks of life – but especially with the one who has to keep a tight budget. Here are the most common ones you would encounter practically in any part of the country such as Grilled Meat, Eggs. Stalls barbecuing meats over open coals will start early in the morning and carry on after the sun goes down. Choose the piece of meat you’d like (usually on a skewer or sandwiched between two bamboo sticks), and it will be reheated for you on the grill. Whole chicken, slices of pork, and beef or whole fish are my favorites.

  • # A Hospital Heartache again

    The following story is based on today’s events, expanded to reflect how I wished and hoped they had unfolded.

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  • I can remember getting a hard-on from age 12, or maybe even earlier. I always knew that it happened, but I suppose even then it was something so private that it never got discussed with my parents or anyone else. My friend’s older brother exclaimed “my wiener’s stiff”. I knew instantly what he meant, and I realized that my prepubescent erections were shared by others. I never had really noticed that it had grown in the last few months. When a friend shared his experienced things throughout puberty. For instance, he’d write the date and age when he first started getting facial hair or when he first started getting pubic hair. So, I would have loved to have like taken a picture every day or week from like 12 years old to see how much I changed. Because most changes are very slow of course, It would’ve been great to look back and see how much I’ve changed. I just think it’s a good way to keep a timeline. Does anyone else do this?

  • Has anyone ever had a teen ask you to show your erection?

    I don’t think it is good for them to seek out those things on their own. Having a public erection was bad enough. Not having had I would have been worse.

  • Today was one of those days where I just felt the urge to take matters into my own hands. It’s wild how my body just constantly churns out all those components of semen, isn’t it? So, after two days of holding back, I decided to jerk off a bit last night. Honestly, it was kind of fun, but it felt a lot like rubbing my arm or leg until I reached that point of orgasm. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but it didn’t really grab my interest like it usually does. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just going through the motions. It’s strange how something that can be so enjoyable can also feel a bit mundane.

  • Last week, I had this interesting chat with a friend about watching porn. He casually mentioned that he first stumbled upon it when he was just 10 years old. Can you believe that? He even talked about how easy it is to find gay porn online. I’d heard about it from some friends here and there, but I had never actually checked it out myself. I guess I always felt this weird mix of sin and fears holding me back. But curiosity got the better of me, and I finally wanted to see what gay porn was all about.

    So, I opened the link he sent me to this gay porn site filled with all these pictures of naked guys. When I got there, a video was ready to play, but it didn’t start automatically! I couldn’t help but wonder if my IP was banned or something. Anyway, after watching it, I found myself feeling incredibly aroused—like I had a raging erection and a ton of pre-cum. It was such a rush, and it made me think about all the things I’ve been missing out on.

  • My body constantly produces all the components of semen. Two days after my last ejaculation, I jerked off quite a bit again last night. I found that masturbating, although fun, is really no different than rubbing my arm or leg until I orgasm. Even then it was below my interest level.

  • When I stepped out of the shower and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Oh shit! I noticed a few hairs starting to pop up! I bent over to take a closer look, feeling this rush of excitement that I was finally getting some hair. Maybe soon, I’d have armpit hair too! It took me back to when I was 12, and I first saw those little hairs above my dick. I was so intrigued by pubic and armpit hair on guys.

    I didn’t really know much about sex or whether I was gay or straight back then, but every time I was at the pool or a football game, seeing those teenage boys raise their arms drove me wild. My little dick would get hard, and I wouldn’t know what to do with those feelings, but I couldn’t deny how much seeing their armpits turned me on. Then one of my friends clued me in on what a fetish was, and that kind of changed things for me. I wouldn’t say I have a strong preference for hairy, but I definitely don’t mind some stubble, and a clean-shaven look can be nice too. It’s all just part of this journey I’m on, I guess.

  • # An addiction to buying underwear

    II can’t say I collect underwear, but damn, do I love shopping for it! Every time I hit the mall, I still pop into underwear stores like a kid in a candy shop—even though Dr. Chan warned me to avoid anything too tight after my ahem “incident.” But hey, a guy can look, right?

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