Adventures on Sexroulette: Part 1

WATCHING AN OLD GUY JERK OFF

I don't have many hobbies. If "owning a cat" doesn't count as a hobby, then I don't have any hobbies at all. So, here's what I spent the last 20 minutes doing: eating a quesadilla, smoking pot, and going on sexroulette and nexting until I found a charming, small penis.

This penis belonged to a self-described "old man" who had "been married a long time" and wanted to know if a) I would get naked for him (to which I replied "no, I'm doing research for my class at college") and b) if I had ever seen my daddy hard (no.) The last four minuted of the conversation were full of long, long pauses, then he would repeat "this feels good," as if he would be masturbating for any other reason.
Chatroulette works because the purpose is to talk to people, strangers, and have streaming reciprocal video. Sexroulette is for propping the pillows up behind you to make the iSight focus on your genitals while still allowing you to view the screen so you can masturbate and, if you're optimistic, watch someone else (female?) pleasure themselves as well. Audio on sexroulette is like tits on a soccer ball -an awkward game ruiner.

I don't like talking to old strangers while they jerk off, and it wasn't particularly empowering to watch a man ejaculate while I clinically scrutinized his pulsing genitals, pausing to look off at my sleeping cat on the carpet and then blinking back to a screen of his bliss and his labored "mmm, look at that."

the end ?