I never used to be a bathroom jacker. I got started in a pool and have been masturbating in my room and the living room for most of my masturbatory life. I would never jack off in the shower because I would get really tired because it took so long. I would also not jack off on the toilet because I was never sure how to do it. However over the past year that has changed. Being in college you have a roommate. The only consistent time that you have alone is when you shower. So, I got brave and tried it one day. Ever since then it became hooked. My roommate was almost always in the room and so the shower was where it had to happen. Plus thinking about all the guys that had jacked off in that shower (or even in that dorm) got me going. Second semester my roommate was consistently gone so my masturbatory endeavors happened frequently in my room, but my roommate was unpredictable so I was never too comfortable savoring the orgasm. knowing your roommate could walk in on you naked and all cummy is a pretty good motivator to whip up and zip up. But I would also perfect my shower jacking, sort of. i was always in a hurry and afraid of getting caught so i would always try to go as fast as possible. A community shower is great for many reasons but it always brought with it the unknown of when someone else would enter.
I began to miss my own room a lot. I loved being naked and I loved falling asleep in the wave of ecstasy, my hands limp over my thighs just under my belly, my middle fingers go to the crease that separates the crotch from the thighs, elbows and triceps region resting on the bed, feet slightly apart. To this day it is the most comfortable position to lay in for me. to do that you need your own space. My mom had to sell my own space after the divorce and we were forced to live with grandma. I had no room of my own there. I could either sleep in the bedroom with my sister, or sleep in the living room on the pullout. No privacy. No time to be naked, to be free, to be alone. that is except for the bathroom.
I began spending very large amounts of time in the bathroom. I would strip naked as soon as the door was shut, I would open a book and sit my tooth on the pot for a nice poop and a few pages of my book. When i felt like I had read enough I would put the book away, whip out the iPhone, run the bath water and proceed to looking at some porn. the water masked the volume of the porn and the sounds of me pleasuring myself. after I was done i would sit and relax a little bit, wait for the bath too cool a little bit. I might even read a few more pages of my book. After the bath water was at a good temperature I would ease myself into the steamy relaxing water and recline, getting into my favorite position a previously mentioned. I would relax in the tub for how ever long I felt like it and then i would exit, dry off and put cloths on.
Depending on how much I lusted that day, or how much free time I had i would make frequent trips to the bathroom to masturbate. It was great, its been great, and I am going to miss it terribly. As I was in my bath this evening I realized just how much i am going to miss it. Next semester, and most of the semesters to come, will be very difficult for me to have any naked time. My roommate is in the room constantly. He does all of his studying in the room. He leave to go to work, eat, go to class, and work out. But i am seeing this up coming semester as a blessing, a blessing that could potentially cost a lot.
My constant masturbating and lust is not healthy at all. Often times my penis is sore, my stomach and balls hurt, and I waist valuable time. It would probably be different if i set aside a few hours one day a week to do some self loving, but I don't. Jacking off pretty much trumps everything. I could be writing a paper and be in a groove, but if my mind starts fantasizing I quickly make plans to go blow a load, ruining my role and distracting me even more.
All of this masturbating also rips at my relationship with God. After I masturbate I don't want anything to do with God. I see it as self worship. if i get in my daily dose of me, then I don't need a God. I don't need someone to talk too, to spend time with, to learn from, to listen too. I am my God. and my favorite form of worship is fantasizing and jacking off. When you don't spend time with God, your relationships dwindles. it dries up. You forget that there is an ever present God who loves you and is there because all you see is yourself. You feel alone, in a desert, and the only form of freedom; of satisfaction, sanctuary, and peace; of water come from groping your dick. But that water is salty, from a cactus that poisons you and leaves you even more alone, even thirstier than before.
So, what about that blessing? My roommate constantly in the room will significantly cut down the time that I have for an easy jack off season. Sometimes all I am looking for is a quick bust, and if that is not readily available its easier for me to choose to forgo the jack off session. Also. I plan to take out naps this semester. Naps are a great time to masturbate. Masturbation makes it easy to fall deep into a relaxed sleep for an hour or so. But, more often than not porn would enter the picture and I would spend two hours on the masturbation part and about two hours on the nap part. Thats my entire afternoon waisted just so I could have some salty cactus water. This hurt my grades more than I wanted to admit. That could have been four hours i could have been doing work, opening up four hours in the evening to build relationships with people, or with God, serving on campus or in the community. I could use the extra time to go to bed at a decent hour so I could get up, work out and spend some quality time with God, alone, before campus is bustling about with everyday business. I could also even use some time in the evening to practice writing or reading material that isn't just for class.
So, inorder to do that I am going to do what the Dean of Students at my school suggested. I am going to treat college like a job, getting up at a certain time (9 am I think) and working until another designated time (5pm). I might also do some group studying after that but the intense stuff will take place during those times. I would work in the success center where i would have someone there to insure that I stayed focused and accomplished tasks. By that time my roommate would be done with work and classes so he would be studying our room. So the only time I could safely jack off would be in the shower. But, I won't be able to look at porn because I wouldn't want to get my electronics wet. Also, to get porn further out of the picture I plan to get rid of my iPhone and use another with out internet or by a go phone. The computer won't be a problem because my school has blocks and I am too stupid to get around them.
If I cut out the porn I hopefully can reduce the lust, or be more successful at not sitting on my rump and goo goo eyeing the guys at school. If I stop feeding the beast maybe the beast will become less beastly? Who knows, I might even fill my head with the Word of God. Hopefully masturbation would then become less than the focus of my entire life. My desire to masturbate could even dwindle? Who knows. I haven't been porn free in years.
Here is the greatest peace to my plan. The worst part about jacking off for me is the distance I purposefully put between me and God. So, as i was in the shower I was stuck with an epiphany. Instead of running from God after I masturbate, why not run to him, pray to him, talk to him. I could talk about so many things.
1. Why I just jacked off?
2. What was going on in my world that made me desire to rub one out.
3. What I hoped to gain from masturbating.
4. How I feel at this moment. (Do I not want to talk to God? why? Do i feel dirty and full of shame? why? Do i feel better? why?)
I could change the direction of the conversation from there to things that are difficult for me to understand, hopes, fears, words of adoration...ect
I think this last thing will be the key to everything. If God is real, and who he says he is, then he would want me to run to him and not away from him. only then will i ever have hope of finding sustaining, living water.
