Jack’d Off: Part One

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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I kept reaching up and gingerly feeling the recently installed port at the base of my skull as the rail sped through the city, carrying me home after a long day at work. It had only been a few days since I’d finally caved in and had it installed, but I was already wishing that I’d come around sooner. I’d always been too worried that the technology might not be safe, but enough years had passed, and enough generations of the technology had been developed, that I didn’t think there was much to worry about anymore.

So I booked the procedure.

I kept half expecting it to hurt, but there was no pain regardless of how hard I poked and prodded. My coworkers had all seemed amused by my change of position, poking good natured fun at me. I had been the one hold out left in the office, which had meant that I was the only one who couldn’t make it to the virtual meetings and seminars the company offered.

Now I could, and the company had even paid half the cost.

“How are you liking it?” A voice interrupted my reflections. I jumped and looked over to see one of my coworkers, Lester, grinning at me.

“Oh, hey, man,” I said groggily. “I didn’t know you were taking this train… Yeah, I’m enjoying it a lot. It’s like discovering the internet all over again.”

“Haha, I know, and that’s just the official market stuff. What security are you using? He asked with minimal curiosity.

“Ah, I just use the built in one. That’s why I waited so long to get on board, so they could work out the kinks and close the backdoors. Besides, I don’t want to spend the extra money.”

“You really should use better security,” he warned. I struggled not to roll my eyes. He pulled out a business card and scribbled on the back. “Here are some good free ones.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, thanks,” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster. The rail started to slow down. “Well, this is me.” I got to my feet as the rail came to a stop and got out, the business card already forgotten in my pocket.

A few minutes later my ears filled with the pounding techno and dizzying lights of a virtual strip club, my physical body back on my couch with a wire running from the back of my neck.

I was jacked in, finally; it had been a long day.

I settled back in a comfortable booth, watching the women dance. I’d come to worlds like this before; installing the porn gateways was one of the first things I did after getting the jack. The strippers might not be real people, but they sure looked real, sounded real, and felt real. I started ordering some no-consequence drinks and relaxed while I watched them dance.

Nearly half an hour had passed before I realized that there were no other men in the club.

The music seemed to get louder for a few seconds, and the lights dug into my eyes, and then all the strippers were focusing on me. It was like they had noticed I was the only customer here, too.

I felt myself getting harder, and blushed when I realized that I could feel the extra penis size I’d given my avatar.

It felt good.

“Wow, baby, I love to see a man enjoying the show,” one of the strippers whispered in my ear, caressing my shoulders from behind. “Why don’t you let it out,” she crooned. “Come on, baby, it’s just you and us here.”

“Yeah, give us a show,” another girl said from my left.

“Jack off for us, baby,” a third said from my right.

The encouragement kept coming. I was so horny, and jacking off really did sound like just the thing. I fumbled at my fly and pulled out my penis, marveling in how real it all felt. The girls all seemed to enjoy watching me jack off, so I made a production of it while they continued to dance and encourage me.

“You’re so good at it!”

“You love jacking off!”

“You want to jack off every chance you get!”

“You’re addicted to jacking off!”

With those words and a caress to my shoulder, I came. As I did, the music seemed to get louder, the lights flashed brighter again, and I convulsed as my erection sprayed into the air to splash down onto my fist. It came to an end, and I looked around at the strippers, suddenly feeling awkward. I concentrated on logging out, and opened my eyes on the couch, breathing heavy.

“That was intense,” I panted to nobody. I started to reach up to unplug my jack, stopping suddenly when I felt something wet dripping across my skin. I looked down and saw my smaller real penis sticking out of my fly. Somehow I’d managed to jack off in the real world and the virtual at the same time.

Maybe that’s why it felt so good.

I wiped myself clean, unplugged the wire from my jack, and headed up to bed, the strippers’ words still echoing in my head.

After work the next day, I settled onto the couch and jacked back in. I started to look for the strip club again but paused when I realized that wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted to jack off again.

I started scrolling though the available adult worlds, looking for any title that caught my attention. When I finally came across it, it was as if it was glowing in my vision; it was meant to be, I belonged in the Jack Off Club. It felt right.

When the room materialized around me, it was almost identical to the strip club, except that there weren’t any strippers in this room, just a bunch of naked men. I could hear conversation, and moaning, and watched with fascination as some of the men just started jacking off right out in the open.

Of course, they are! It’s a jack off club!

I giggled and looked down, gasping when I noticed that I was naked, too. My massive digital erection was standing proud between my thighs, throbbing in the air, begging for my fingers to wrap around it. I obliged, my moans melting away into the mélange.

“Hey, you’re really good at that,” a naked man asked, sitting down to my left.

“You really are,” another man agreed, taking a seat to my right. “You must love jacking off.”

“Y-yeah, I love jacking off!” I agreed between pants.

“I can tell,” the first man said. “You’re clearly addicted to jacking off. I someone would jack me off like that.

“Me, too,” the second man concurred. “I bet you could do it better than I ever could.”

“You clearly enjoy how a dick feels in your hand.”

“Stroking dicks feels good.”

They kept going on and on, their voices melting into a drone as waves of pleasure crashed against me again, and again, and again.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” The first guy said in an aha tone. “Jack me off, bro. It’s okay, I can tell you love how it feels to jack a dick. Jack my dick.” I looked over at it, taking in his erect flesh, even more impressive than my embellished member.

“Go on, it’s the Jack Off Club, nobody here will judge.”

I was feeling so good, so hard, so horny, that it was getting hard to think. Now that they were talking about it, I couldn’t seem to shake the thought of jacking off other penises. I surrendered and reached out with a moan, wrapping my fingers around his erection.

It felt so real.

Is this guy real, or an NPC like the strippers?

“Jack my dick, too, bro,” the second guy encouraged me. “You like stroking dick; stroke mine instead of yours.” My fingers fluttered away from my shaft as I reached for his erection. I decided that these guys had to be NPCs, so it wasn’t gay to enjoy stroking their dicks.

I looked down at my own penis for a moment, my fists still flying up and down. A small part of me missed the stimulation, but a greater part was taking delight in the purity of the feeling of these guys dicks in my fists. I was so fixated that I barely noticed their words.

“You love jacking off.”

“You’re an expert.”

“You’re so good at making penises feel good.”

“Making other guys’ penises feel good feels even better than making your own feel good.”

“You love making cocks cum in your hands.”

I felt it happening—both men were going to cum at almost the same time. I felt the heat of their cum as it splashed down onto my fists, and the coolness the air caused as it moved across the dampness. Both guys got up and walked away without another word. I was disappointed for a moment until two more guys sat down and guided my hands to their dicks.

I started stroking, exploring the two new dicks and comparing them to the first two…

“ARE YOU THERE?” Words flashed red in front of me. I struggled to understand what was going on, and then realized I was still jacked in. A clock hovered at the edge of my vision, staying out of the way. I deliberately flicked my eyes toward it, and it moved into view.

Four hours!

I’d been logged in and jacking dicks for four hours. I logged out and blinked back in the real world. I’d forgotten that I took off my clothes before jacking in, but I was naked on my couch, just like in the Jack Off Club.

That thought sent me off, a series of needy throbs running up and down my erection. With no other dicks available to jack off, I grabbed my own in both hands and started pumping, remembering how much better all those other dicks had felt in my hands.

I could remember aiming the men’s penises as they came, sending burning cum splashing across my hands, arms, legs, chest, and stomach. Even though it hadn’t been real, the sensation of each splash across my skin had been tangible evidence of how good I was at making penises feel good.

That thought filled me with a glowing pride that sent me spiraling over the edge, my own cum rocketing up to blast me in the face before running back down my body. Spent, exhausted, I got up from the couch to seek out my bed.

To be continued...

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