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A Homoerotic Idolatry: Jerking Off At My Computer

The bright flicker of my computer screen was the only light in my room. I felt the electricity surge through my veins as I lay on my bed, rolling around in sheets soaked with sweat. I had been here before, hidden in my bedroom in a world of forbidden love. I had come to worship gods of undone beauty and devote myself to the feel of tight abs, rippling muscles, and wet kisses. I was here for one purpose: to indulge in an idolatry of homoerotic worship. An idolatry where I could confess my real desires through the images of macho, muscular men that littered my computer screen. It was time to kneel and pay homage to the Church of Homoerotic Idolatry as I jerked off my way to ecstasy.

Table of Contents

• 1. Embracing My Own Homoerotic Idolatry
• 2. Releasing My Tension In a Sexually Charged Frenzy
• 3. Unbridled Desire In a Solo Electronic Journey
• 4. The Sacraments and Pleasure of Gay Pleasure Online
• To Wrap It Up

1. Embracing My Own Homoerotic Idolatry

Worshipping At The Altar Of Male Beauty

For most of my life I have been an admirer of the male form – the smooth curves of a well-defined body, the deep dimples in a muscular back, and the lines of delight that course all around the handsome face. I have spent hours in ecstasy, absorbed in my own idolatry of devout homoerotic admiration at the altar of the erotic male beauty.

But my sanctuary of365 served such a higher purpose in the worship of the male form. I relished the explicit, graphically detailed images I found online, and I would keep vigil for long bouts of masturbation at my computer screen. My wide eyes drank in the altar before me – images and GIFs of tall, muscular men, flexing and posing with their bulging biceps and sharp glutes. Slick tongues, hidden under lips just as wet, eager for the opportunity to be dragged across my body from head to toe. And I was aroused.

Mistaking myself for god of this private shrine, I prayed as I fingered myself in frenzy, the sweat dripping slowly down my body. Eyes wide, eyes wandering continuously from figure to figure, searching for the one to deliver me from my secular drought. His beauty was a sigil of perfection, and I was tamed to succumb to his magnificence.

Then came the blessed release. My body trembling, my head swimming in endorphins, I screamed in worship of the beauty, waiting for the ritual to start anew.

This was my homoerotic idolatry, and I was in bliss.

2. Releasing My Tension In a Sexually Charged Frenzy

A Motion of My Own: Jerking off at My Computer

• The sweet thrill of sensuality surged through me, as if it was coursing an electrical current. I was aroused, enervated and stimulated, my craving, need and desire for pleasure had incited a hunger. I had this overwhelming urge to quench my lascivious thirst.
• I took off my clothes and started exploring the delight my body was yearning for, exposing and then caressing my own erotic form. My hands tenderly touched each part of my body, tracing an erect nipple, lingering over my chest, perusing my belly and slowing edging down towards my nether regions.

Obsessively, I explored my hidden source of pleasure, my fingertips finding my most sensitive buttons, and easily inciting a rich, delicious cum. Surging along with a growing wave, my arousal build until a series of frenzied moans and powerful thrusting set me free from restriction and plunged me into a moment of ecstatic rapture.

My climax left me trembling in satisfaction as I pulled myself from the chair and dressed once more. I had achieved the spiritual catharsis of an eccentric idolatry, a simple release of tension around my most sacred place, brought on by the physically aggressive and emotionally charged heights of solo masturbation.

3. Unbridled Desire In a Solo Electronic Journey

Exploration Through Pleasure

• The click of the mouse acting like a pathway to wonderment, allowing my fingers to navigate an ocean of possibility
• The anticipation of lustful gratification explosively mounting for my own personal pleasure
• The slow journey of eyes scanning each illustrious detail, engraving it onto mind’s wandering canvas

The journey over an immense catalogued universe of electronic aphrodisiac was helping me reach that point of no-return. Each second passing turned into a heartbeat-like tempo of homosexuality; my crevice subconsciously emitting a hunger only the videography of raw, unrestrained gay encounters could sate. I was on a quest to worship but it would also be of worship to let my own desires find their way, winding their paths across the landscape of my homosexual fantasies.

My solo journey through the screen was unfolding as each second lingered long, creating the desire to delve deeper into diabolical dementia. An idolatry of heightened arousal each image portrayed through the monitor, enlivening an immense force surging through my veins, electrifying my innermost desires. I was helpless to the storm, riding its wave as my hand took its own pathway, following the curves of my flagrant fantasy. It was a moment of pure crescendo, a moment of self-love and fulfillment. A moment that at once compelled both my own acknowledgement as well as the liberation of my intimate desires.

4. The Sacraments and Pleasure of Gay Pleasure Online

The Virtuoso of Sexual Fulfillment: Throwing myself on the computer, I see the familiar black blandness of the screen that soon transforms into patterns of pleasure. I begin to worship the symmetrical and organic lines which guide my hands in a passionate pilgrimage of pleasure. From head to toe I marvel at how the monitor still hums to life, opening the door to an solitude and journey to an orifice of everlasting bliss.

• The audio tandem between me, my computer, and the hundreds lurking in the digital world, sending streams of longing and electrifying pleasure.
• The marathon of self-love and joy – each lick, thrust and moan is saturated with an invitingly erotic aroma of gay pleasures.
• The visual ecstasy of icons, graphics and stunning images that brings onto the screen a swirling and seductive cornucopia of male fantasies.

The power of my fingers brings a steady climbing lust for more. Finally, I find a source of instant gratification that allows me to divest myself of inhibition and enjoy the beauty of homosexual desire. Erotic ejaculations translates into a needed elixir for happiness and its sacramentalism is filling my soul with an overflowing love for being a gay man.

To Wrap It Up

The night had almost come to an end, the stars had all gone from the sky and the moon was setting too. The idolatry was still there, a part of me since we’d started with an electric and crackling attraction that made my body tremble. Our homoerotic bond melted away as I finished my ritual of jerking off at my computer, my orgasm intense and long-lasting, my energy and pleasure going through me in waves. Now I’m forever locked in a state of idyllic idolatry – I’m not sure if it’s ever going to let me go.