RuKsaK

Masturbating is a traditionally lonesome, shameful activity. Not to everyone though.

I’ve seen a scabby tramp give his rotting stick-of-a-dick a shifty on the main drag of St. Petersburg. It was dangling out of his pants and he just seemed to be making it sniff a square inch of the paving rather than pleasing himself. He didn’t even seem to be enjoying it, but people weren’t throwing coins at his homeless feet either. Maybe it was just because it was hanging out of his torn pants and it seemed only right to air it and scratch the bell-end. I didn’t get more details as it entertained me only for the few seconds it was possible to watch.
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On the other end of the scale is Morgan le Wankeur. Born to a shipbuilder he cultivated a right hand aristocrats would happily flick one off with. Besides his cock and angling wrist, he is a charming, sweet talker of a man, who women have always adored. Intelligent, well-read and a simply enchanting dinner guest to boot.
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There are two kinds of physical wankers: shooters and cuppers. Only the uncircumcised can be cuppers. They hold the foreskin over the cum as it ejaculates, holding in the release for a more rumbling impact. Morgan le Wankeur is, fortunately, circumcised. His exuberance, and need to fly, would not befit a cupper.
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We lived together for three years in which time he never wanked me off once. However, based on the frequency and the delight he took in his masturbations he must have modelled his fist into a very impressive socket – a prize of a cunt. Anyone’d think he had the best porn stars and the most beautiful models curled up in there. He’d spring from an armchair:
‘RuKsaK, I’m off for a wank!’
‘You go for it man.’

Some time later I’d get a report:
‘That was good. Blew my load up the headboard. Caught some creamy-shrapnel on my chin. Marvellous.’
Next day:
‘Good ‘un this morning. Shot up my chest. Needed a shower. Well dirty.’

I’ve heard many men speak of sex with other people like this – with graphic, euphoric pride. Morgan le Wanker was the only man I’ve met who could take his fist up the arse, which could give him a blow job, which could be blonde, brunette, experienced, virginal. I'm amazed he never put a ring on that fist’s finger.

Hoorah for Morgan le Wankeur.

He used bash off on the back of buses too.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Morgan le Wankeur