dear fellow blogger

alot has happened since my last post
but let it be known that,
the new post button you see above
can only promise more
entertaining
tales of self-loving debauchery .

whether this be my sad cry to friends lost in the world of masturbation blogs
or a wake up call to my fellow contributors
let it be known that to me ,
Mr.T.Seed
the thought of a new post
can always put a man to sleep.

Good Night,
And good morning to the slow revival of
http://ohsweetnuttin.blogspot.com/

Tim Seed

Don't Call it a Cum Back

I will start this post with a simple apology for my absence to the blog. Maybe my laziness is to blame, perhaps my desire to share my self-sexual escapades has diminished. What ever its been I will assure you the reader that mr t.seed is back in full self love swing, and will be keeping you up to date with every self loathing seed donation to the toilet paper gods.

This particular journey down masturbation lane was more out of self spite then lust. I awoke in the living room of my friends apartment(you'd know them as linley and crabbe) slightly delirious and hungover from the night before, it had been several days since my man missle had and human contact and it didnt seem to care. Wondering what was wrong with myself and sure i could bust a juicy morning nut in the comfort of the warm foreign shower I commenced war.My love rocket had other ideas perhaps the poor guy was still asleep or maybe its lost interest in the touch of my hand. The pains of vigorous stroking shot up and down my faithfull right and left arms.and i was beggining to feel defeated by my own penis. In a last ditch effort i decided to give it all I got.and reached the heavenly bliss of self ejaculation. I cleaned the stickey mess from my hand's washed my body and mind of the trecherous self battle and went on with my day with a slight grin on my face. So boys if your were wondering why Seed was occupying the washroom for and awkward amount of time this is your answer.

Good Day

T.Seed

Hand Solo

When my friends ask why I have a dozen large mirrors in my bedroom, I don't tell them it's because I host orgy's in which only I attend. I usually make up some lie like the Antique Road Show is coming into town.

Back to Dert

With sweat dripping from my forehead and onto my already soaked hand, I wonder " Are all my roommates fast asleep?". As I reassure my sulking, shameful self that they are most likely long since visited by the sand man, I promptly greet myself with a warm, familiar "hello" from my favorite smut ridden youtube parody. Within minutes, well seconds, of finding a worthwhile whore performing demeaning acts of self deprecating stardom, I find my all too expected stiffy to be forming a classic partnership with my own right hand. While a decent percentage of my blood is rushing to my peninsula of meat, I'm wondering "Really? Already?", but the obvious lack of self discipline is rearing its ugly head as I wipe up my self loathing with a dirty old sock. Until next time, I hate myself...

My friends favorite vert skaters

Dylan Toby - Tony Hawk
Freebs - Shaun White
Cyrus - Lincoln Ueda
Robbie - Darren Naverette
Dan Lintamen - Mike Crum
Bryn - Max Shaaf
Fabian - Bob Burnquist

The lust I feel for my own salty dog is a deep void that yearns for the warmth of a thousand mediocre looking women.

Nothing more.

Who am I kidding?

I can't quit. The only thing more addicting than the simulated accomplishment I get from my daily, if not hourly, self-services, is the compelling feeling to brag about it on the vast, guiltless internet. I suppose I'll be posting here for a while longer.

Retirement post

There's only so many metaphors for masturbation. Maybe I'll cum back, but I doubt it. Nuttin' left...

I think I might start a blog about my daily poops.

im out of my league

As I lay in bed half concience after a worthy weiner blow, I think to my self am I infact un able to keep up with my, what should be tri-daily posting habits. Not only has my presense been lack luster on this blog but my own personal one on one love making presense has gone out the door. It's a shame to think I haven't been beatin my meat daily not only for post sake but for my own sanity. The reader shouldn't assume each time a post is madeits the only time I have gone to war with my own pesonal desire because in my absensce,I do infact help my self out in this constant tug o war (though not as much as a healthy man should).
In an aid to calm the worried minds of fellow friends, followers(?) And blog contributors let it be known the second I finish this post (on a post) I will "post" up again.

Resorting to grode.

As I'm finishing my third session for the day, I can't help but wonder if my routine quests for my own slimy white refuse have gotten somewhat tedious. This leaves me to question whether there could be other ways to spend my treasured alone time. I'm using this post to ask the reader: What do you do in order to spice up your nutting? Perhaps scented lubrication, the practice of fucking your own mattress, or even the classic finger up the ass?

Ain't got nuttin' at all.

While my posts on this website can sometimes be sparse and infrequent, I assure you that I seldom let my abusive relationship with myself take a day off. Today is an exception. In order to obtain a fruitful tomorrow, I have decided to refrain from my daily habit today. I've come to the realization that this enjoyable, yet at times torturous, past time has taken a toll on my noodle and a brief vacation is dearly necessary. While I'm disappointed to bring to the blog a story such cowardliness, I promise it will only make a for an even more prosperous tale next time. 

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Preventive measures.

On a day like today where the sky's are covered in a grimy shade of gray and the pavement is covered in a layer of liquid disappointment, there is little to provide a barrier between me and my own thunder sword. I struggle to find any reason at all to limit the amount of onesomes I undergo. I've given myself a personal daily maximum of five services, but who knows... The day is young and rules are meant to be broken.

Treating my body like it's an amusement park

Today is the last day of my brief three break from the labor of love I like to call working at a shitty department store. Before I head back the exhausting seven to three-thirty grind, I like to give myself some "me-time" to really unwind. As you, the loyal reader, can probably guess, my favorite chapter of this peaceful solitude is the pulverization of my lower horn. Only after I have totally obliterated myself and and the line between pleasure and pain has long since been crossed am I really ready to face the oncoming day.


P.S. Welcome back Linley.

JIZZ KEG

Linley is coming back from oblivion. Linley has not fucked anyone or jerked off for quite some time now. Linley simply didnt have any urge to do either. Linley feels like morissey. All this abstinence has sent Linley into a shameless void of 3rd person omniscience. The only way for Linley to truly re-enter his being and take charge of his sex/blog life is to force out an oh so unwanted and possibly painfull nut! So unless Linley does something, he could be floating around on the outside looking in, for what could easily turn into the rest of his life. Tonight, in a matter of minutes, Linley's man worm will wriggle once again! Puking enough man worm puke to fill a fucking keg.

Linley out,

Udder Failure

I feel an overwhelming sense of shame as I post today, not only because I failed to accomplish the post-worthy story I had hoped to bring you, but also because I was beaten to the first official nut provided by an actual women in the blogs history. Seed, I will be thinking of you tonight when I'm locking my bedroom door and using my own tears to soften the blow I put upon my tiny little friend.

Bushwacking

This weekend I was able to the un-thinkable. While on a group campin trip and having 20 to many beers inside me I was able to trick a member of the opposite sex into fornicating with me. A surprising feat for me to say the least.. Now I wish I could say it ended well and everything was safe..but in my drunken state I decided it would be better to rip the condom off and raw dog it here's hoping those stains on my shirt were in fact jizz stains, or else this ladies goin to get an unexpected visit from a coat hanger soon.

Journey to the center of a girl pt. 1

Tomorrow yours truly has plans to be in the company of a specimen of the fairer sex, a rare occurrence. Perhaps this means Crabbe will be obligated to make the first post of our blog that isn't entirely self involved.  While my prior experience with the succulence that is women is not completely fargo-sounding, my loneliness driven balls and pathetic-ism of the website present a heavy determination to stuff my pal into her whatnot. I promise to conclude this post with another soon. Whether part two will be a heroic tale of beautiful, natural fucking, or a depressing yet familiar novel of a solitary night in, I can't tell yet.

Mellow Night.

Pretty tired tonight. I was kind of feeling this whore. Eventually I just got over it, didn't even finish. Can't win 'em all...

While you were sleeping...

There's no better remedy for a restless night than a quick tug before you turn out the lights. Last night I found myself awake at unmentionable hours of the morning, knowing I had to get up in only a few hours. With the sand man not doing me any favors, I looked to the hand man. After successfully tricking my penis into thinking it was fertilizing some sweet tang, I was a goner.