The Jerjermon

With all the hype surrounding the controversial Jejemons and their breed, I think it's fair to say that I focus this post on something better. Ahem! :)

Jerjer - an act involving explicitly forbidden interaction by partner or partners, heterosexual and homosexuals alike.

What The Fuck?

This was my first question to my friend who introduced me to this new term, jologs as it may sound but still quite catchy and that time, only a very few, selected, horny people know the word. Thank God I'm one of them. Hahahaha!

There is no denying that the young adolescent is tagged as the age range wherein the sex hormones are surging, elevating, increasing at an alarmingly rate. This could be a good or bad thing but I think it's good. Maybe, even better.

Ah, yes, the power of the youth is very much prominent and displayed through our hunger for jerjer. The pleasure it wields is satisfying, well, at least for the next couple of hours until we seek out for more flesh.

A wolf in search of its next prey, a lion ready to pounce a nearby mammal, a vulture out to scavenge for a new carcass. That's an adolescent in jerjer mode, in which I was so fondly doing. That time I wasn't thinking of hurting anyone nor trying to commit. Bam! Bam! Bam! One after the other, tireless and full of libido, this went on for years.

I can still remember one time when I was so frustrated with my parents that I locked myself upstairs and watched the television, you know those hook-up channels where some are looking for textmates and others were looking for fun? I was fond of those. Hell, I was hooked to those. Pun intended.

Everyone has everyone: guys looking for girls, girls looking for guys, girls looking for either girls or guys, guys looking for either guys or girls, guys looking for guys, the match-making is endless and it got my mouth water with flesh meat, I mean, fresh meat.

I remembered making a volley of texts to this guy who was living nearby, had a car and wants to pick me up from our meet-up point. After waiting for him for a few minutes, there I was, giving him a head while he drives to his fuck fortress.

After one steamy and raunchy humpback riding plus bodily fluid squirting, resolution phase came and it was time to bid farewell. That was one heck of a hook-up but my body, my frustration, is still brewing up and in order to relieve it, I had to hook myself again.

I need satisfaction and I need it now!

That was my former motto. God! I miss those times! I'm a good boy now. WEH! 

After one hook-up I went home and locked into the room again only to chat with another guy who lives far, well, sorta far but is willing to pay the price for a booking.

We met at a 24 hour store and went to our house, good thing is that I perfectly timed it when all of the people are out to buy groceries. Wahahahaha! The Porn gods are really providing me with my much needed blessing.

There wasn't any penetration involved just the usual OS but it was long. My mouth got tired, I thought I was going to have a lock jaw. The session ended with an explosive celebration. I had enough for one day.

And I think I had enough of this in my lifetime.

That phase is now over but the good thing is, I've gotten more in control with my urges and hunger pangs! 

The good old days still linger. Memories will only be kept concealed in my safe box. Only those who I shared it with are the privileged few men.

Ajerjerjer!