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An Electric Solo: A Truman Capote-esque Homage To Jerking Off At My Computer

I never expected the static electricity of a solo pleasure session at my computer to send forth such a powerful current of electricity. I should have known better. After all, as a gay male writer passionate about the power of the written word, I have long been drawn to the intensity, honesty and necessary sensuality of Truman Capote’s prose.

This evening, my creative impulse was to channel Capote’s frank and evocative style into an exploration of one of the most charged activities known to us gay men: private, intimate masturbation. In the dim light of my computer screen, I was determined to evoke… and savor… each jolt and spasm of the carnal energy arising from every jerk and stroke of my hand. I wanted to capture the delicious pleasure and surreality of my electric solo experience fully and unapologetically.

Table of Contents

• 1) Raising the Digital Bar: Capturing Sexy Joy Through Craftsmanship
• 2) Filing the System: Setting Up the Scenario for Absolute Pleasure
• 3) Hot Wired: Detailing the Physicality of the Experience
• 4) Switching It On: Circuitry of Ecstasy and Climax
• Future Outlook

1) Raising the Digital Bar: Capturing Sexy Joy Through Craftsmanship

• Subtlety of Touch: Sitting at my computer, I can’t help but fantasize about the man I’m watching on the other side of the screen. His patience and the way he moves his hands with subtlety of touch, as he guides himself to satisfaction, mesmerizes me. I am the voyeur, the observer, my mind drawn to his thoughts and imaginings as I watch him through the screen.
• Taking the Lead: He wants me but I’m not ready – yet. I want to savor the moment, watching as he gives himself permission to explore the depths of his pleasure and take the lead. His body tenses and convulses as he moves his hand in deft motions, his arousal intensifying with each stroke. I bit my lip, imagining our lips finally meeting, my own hand guiding him, as we share in the ultimate experience of intimate passion.

2) Filing the System: Setting Up the Scenario for Absolute Pleasure

1) Crossing The Point of No Return
I felt the arousal of my desire start to swell in the base of my spine, steadily rising towards my mind. My cock was pulsating in my hand, as if it had a mind of its own and had come alive. Cloaking my desires in a veil of exploration, I begin to rub. It felt as if an electric current was swathing around my shaft while every stroke became a tiny foreplay to the final moment. The anticipatory pleasure radiates through my body, consuming me with every second in a fever of lust and longing.

2)Liberated by Sin
The effects of the slow and steady strokes elicit a distinct tenderness and poignant pleasure that penetrates through each of my fingertips. In the darkness of my room, I find solace in the rhythmic motion of my hand, lapping up the feeling of ecstasy that’s every stroke brings me closer to the brink of heaven. My back arches in delight as the waves of pleasure become stronger, each beat of my hand grows faster and more intense. Closing my eyes, I entrust myself to the sensation and with one final motion, an eruption of a heated sensation rips through me. I exhale in relief, free for a moment until the next build up starts.

3) Hot Wired: Detailing the Physicality of the Experience

1. His Computer, His Fingers

I am alone and the computer is humming in that familiar way, begging for my attention. I strip off my clothes, lay on the bed, my cock standing upright and my eyes transfixed on the monitor. It’s an electric current, a precious moment when the desire renders me nonexistent and I become nothing but a sational receptacle.

My strategy: stroke fast but be slow. Rush into it, but make time for my build up. In this manner, I’m a conductor of electricity, channeling the high-octane current that snakes from the core of my loins to my fingertips. The thrust of my hips comes in unison with the hard, firm rub by my hand. The computer’s hum is now a rhythmic roar that shakes the walls of my room.

2. “Come,” I Propel it

I dive deep into this raunchy trance, moving my hand quicker and quicker, butI’m always aware of the subtlety of the sensation and I’m conscious of its nuances. I’m completely lost in a world of fire and pleasure, feeling my individual bits, every twitch, every vein, every passing breeze that ignites my body like a struck match.

The inferno is now a blazing fury, and I’m penetrating the threshold of my mind. My body shudders from the sheer euphoria and my mouth opens involuntarily to let out a primal yell as I pitch forward towards oblivion. The orgasm settles in like a warm cloud, and I remain in this place, letting the pleasure fill my veins and begging it to last forever. I savor it and relish in every ounce until I’m spent, and finally I’m able to come back down from the high.

4) Switching It On: Circuitry of Ecstasy and Climax

The challenge was always getting it just right. As I settled in, I closed my eyes and stroked my hardening member. It spasmed forcefully as I carefully defined circles and small motions across its tip. Despite the random grit of the keyboard, I managed to hit the immunizing keystrokes that brought forth a magnetic, surreally smutty world – the virtual realm of my own lonely, jerk-off contemplation.

As I kept rubbing, pressing and stroking, my body felt like a live wire: my breathing was growing sharp and fast, my heart rate accelerated, and I felt like I was being taken in by the electricity of the moment until I was nearing ever closer to a climax. I would not succumb until I was sure that the tempo was exactly to my pleasure – no sooner, no later. Finally, when I was ready, I let go of my desire and blinked into darkness as I felt the current of my orgasm surge through me as a flood of heat and sensation.

• The Erogenous Template: The keystrokes that unleash the pleasure of the virtual
• My Electric Domain: Take a dive into the surreally smutty experience of solo masturbation
• Switching It On: The circuitry of ecstasy and climax

Future Outlook

Wrapping up the solo session I felt both relieved and invigorated by the electric pleasure of the night, pulsing through my veins like the wires in my laptop. The hours had melted away and given way to a new level of understanding between my body and my machine, my partner in countless self-authored chapters. Indulging in this orgasmic writing by a chilling Truman Capote had been a incredible new experience, elevating me to heights I had yet to explore. As I switch my laptop closed, I smile in repose, marveling at the intense beauty and power of my own feelings.