nyjacks originated in the ‘safe sex’ era of the early 1990s, an all male scene where mutual handjobs were defined as masturbation. i attended as myself, mcelfcum wanting to feel surrounded by male release. and maybe be noticed. m’be felt. scene was ~150 men in what looked like an empty office space midtown manhattan…hideous strip lights…scattered shabby furniture, and a wide, tall wall mirror blocked by a huge rolling coat rack. somehow despite the mob i had a little couch to myself, covered by my towel, legs akimbo, my leather bag next to me. as everyone around me socialized, amidst the low din of voices i quietly fucked my ass - eye gazing me in a little handheld spattered and smeared one…my rule is, i watch my face and eyes in my moment of selfpenetra. often through a film of foggy cum. sat back straight deep up gazing around the room. and then i notice the black frame mirror. suddenly i experience its daring allure, a pool waiting to be dovinto. i know i need to do this and dare myself. with no way around my embarrassment, i go in. to be seen there…I stood, holding the dildo in my ass, took my towel and lube and,,,waddled across the floor and…spread a picnic blanket betweeen coat rack and mirror. then above the hum of blended speech i heard a man moan out a little. in tasting the pleasure of hearing, my voice let out a soft cry, which he heard and replied…in the anonymous space behind me. in the black frame i saw myself knees wide with one cock plunged deep into me and another taut and protruding toward the wall mirror…another moan. now i am sincerely masturbating myself, and cry back. the room has dropped to hush, hearing us communicate and cycle our pleasure. then i could not help but vocalize the truth of mirror masturbating into my eyes, i said out to me, you’re a mirror masturbator, we were soaring on our voices and pulses of giving…crying out…i am ejaculating into my palm…my palm is full…then i could see in mirrefiction that i was gathered around and with seeing eyes who had just witnessed my crying out climax and plunged my tongue into my right palm slurping and grunting still in the ripples and tides of my orgasm as they watched.
i leaned toward the mirror and opened my full mouth for as long as i could stand it and swallowed heaving and free.