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Fingering Wife

By CJ

I leave work a little early one afternoon to surprise my wife and have a quite evening at home. As it turns out I’m the one to get the surprise.

As I walk in the door I look towards the office expecting to see her at work in front of the computer. But then out of the corner of my eye to the right of me I sense movement and a some subtle noise. As I gain my senses to what I’ve just come home to, I see my Honey Bunny on the sofa with her pants off, shirt pulled up and one hand teasing her beautiful nipples and the other one between her legs rubbing her honey pot.

“Now this is a sexy surprise” is all I can manage to say.

Without slowing down she whispers “I so glad your home I need some help.”

“What ever you need, I’m in.” I say.

“Suck my nipples so I can use both hands down below” she asks.

With that I drop my work stuff, lose my coat and very enthusiastically get to helping. As I feel her nipples getting hard between my lips I can’t help but look out of the corner of my eye to watch her fingers enthusiastically working the pleasure spot between her thighs. I feel my own excitement building. I see her fingers getting wet and hear her breathing began to get into a sexy low rhythm.

As this goes on I can’t help but think, ‘I don’t want it to stop but I also can’t wait for what I believe we both know what is next.’

Just then she whispers in my ear the words I’ve been waiting to hear, ”I need my vibrator.”

Reluctantly releasing her nipple from my lips and tongue I ask if I should get it?

“No let’s go up stairs.” She says.

I make my way to my feet then as I take her hand, I first suck her wetness off her fingers before helping her to her feet. As we make our way up stairs I am dropping my clothes as quickly as possible.

When we get to the bedroom she strips her top off and has vibrator in hand and between her legs as I shed the last of my clothes and shoes. As I get into bed I fumble for the lotion then apply it to her already in use toy.

“Can you suck my nipples?“ She asks.

‘Oh absolutely,’ I think to myself. But the words don’t come out I just start where I left off down stairs. As I am enjoying her nipples and she her vibrator, she asks if I can help down below too.

Now this is music to my ears. With some extra lotion I now begin to tickle between her beautiful ass cheeks. I can tell from her moans and breathing she is starting to build to climax. Although I don’t want it to end I do love the ending!

As I now am massaging her back door I feel the beginning of her first mini-orgasm. Just then very quietly she says between breaths “Put it in.”

My stomach flips with excitement. I know I am going to experience her amazing climax in the most powerful, beautiful and intimate way possible. As I slowly work my way in I feel both out hearts beating with excitement of what is to come. A few minutes later we are both rewarded with her incredibly wonderful orgasm.

The muscle contractions are so good I hate to feel them subside, but as they do I slowly let my finger slip out of its warm, wonderful location.

At this point she is spent but manages to roll over exposing her behind to my hard-on. As I slip between her cheeks and am enjoying the feel of her back side.

She says “I guess I don’t have to tell you I was masturbating before you got home.”

With that I explode.

As our breathing slows we drift off for a nap.

Later I am awakened by a familiar sound…

I printed and left this story for my wife under her pillow.

The next day I was out in my shop working on something. My wife calls me and says in a coy voice “Can you come in? I need some help with something…

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Back in the Day

Back in my early days I stumbled onto something that got me more sex than anything I could have imagined.

It started with my father. He was a very good do-it-yourselfer, as was common with men of the 1960s. When I was eight, I snuck down into the basement to admire his metal lathe. In the way a little kid will do, I kind of innocently flipped the switch that turned it on. With a quiet hum, it started spinning. That scared the bejeepers out of me. I went running upstairs to admit what I had done. My father accompanied me back down to the basement, and simply turned it off.

So, when it came time to explore his darkroom equipment, there was no way I was going to touch anything. Until he bought me a camera at age twelve. That thing was practically bigger than I was. It was a 4 x 5 Speed Graphic, the kind newspaper photographers used in the 1940s through 1960s. I don’t know what he was thinking. That huge camera was a real misfit for me. The one in the picture above is very much like the one I had.

Still, he encouraged me to play with it, and provided some film. I learned to take pictures. They weren’t very good, most being too dark, too light, or out of focus.

Of course one of the first pictures I took was a close-up of my little erection. As soon as I developed the negative, I destroyed it, being all worried about it being somehow wrong.

You see in those days, cameras weren’t like the camera on your smartphone. Every picture had to be manually set up. One had to gauge the amount of light, typically using a device called a lightmeter, and then turn a knob to make sure the picture would be in focus. Furthermore, you didn’t just click away, taking several pictures in a series. Oh no, to take a picture, I had to pull out o 4 x 5 inch cover slide, snap the shutter, put the cover slide back in, remove the film holder, flip it over and put it back in, ready for the next shot.

Sure, there were roll-film cameras, and even 35mm cameras by then, but that’s not what he got me. What was he thinking, really?

Then there was the whole developing business. With your digital camera or smartphone, your picture is instantly available, ready to text, email, whatever you want. Not so with photography in the 1960s. I had this big vertical projector called an enlarger. After developing negatives from the film, I’d put one in the enlarger, focus it on an easel on a tabletop, set up the exposure and focus, then put a sheet of paper in the easel and expose it to light from the enlarger for a few seconds. This all had to be done in near darkness. I had a dim orange light called a safe-light, that allowed me to see what was doing without ruining the picture.

I found that orange light very sexy somehow. I spent many an hour not developing pictures, but rather admiring and rubbing my penis in the dim light. My parents never came down to the basement except on wash day.

OK, so was that it? Expose some light-sensitive paper, than take a break to wank? No! Now I had to put the exposed sheet of paper in a tray full of a chemical called developer. I agitated the sheet back and forth with a pair of bamboo tongs. When the picture was fully developed, I lifted it out, and set it in a tray full of another chemical called stop bath, being careful not to touch the tongs to the chemical, since just a drop or two would kill the developer. Next the picture went into a final tray containing ‘fixer.’

Now was I done? Nope. From there, the picture had to be set in a sink and washed with water for 20 minutes, and then into a dryer. There. Now I had a picture!

The reason I’m telling you all this is really about the darkroom. One afternoon I invited my friend Debbie Cornwall to keep me company in the darkroom. While I was working away, she got off the stool on which she had been sitting, came over, and kissed me. You see, the dim orange light, must have affected her the same way.

I was annoyed. After all, I was only 13 years old. What did I know about kissing?

She was not the last girl, or boy, that I invited into my basement darkroom. Even though kids developing their own pictures was not unheard of back in the day, it was rare, and my friends enjoyed watching the process.

Fast forward about five years and at age eighteen, I had figured out what kissing was all about. No longer annoyed, I did a lot of kissing in that darkroom, and eventually lots more, which I’ll tell you about shortly.

I thought of myself as dorky. A kind of skinny techno-geek, and perhaps my friends thought that way too. However, I was such a crazy person that I accidentally developed a winning personality. The car I was driving, my dad’s car, was an old Land Rover, a fun jeep-like thing, which went around mostly topless in the summer. I took to wearing mechanics boots because they felt good and safe to me with their steel toes, and because I thought they made me look like a mechanic, which thought I might like to become. Well, within six months, most of the boys in high school weer also wearing mechanics boots. Then, I got a Stetson hat somehow. I think someone gave it to me as a joke. I started wearing it, along with plaid shirts and bluejeans, and the next thing you know, all the kids had Stetsons and cowboy clothing.



My father’s Land Rover, I drove it more than he did.

I wasn’t trying to be cool. It just turned out that the kids thought I was, especially the girls. I was still inviting them into the darkroom, but by then were doing a lot more than kissing. It’s just good luck that no one got pregnant.

One day, my good friend Michael wanted me to take some pictures of him. I was like, “Sure, why not?” But here’s the thing: He wanted to be stark naked. It felt weird to me, but remembering all the photos of naked women in the Popular Photography magazine articles, I felt that’s what photographers do – take pictures of naked people. It didn’t occur to me those were all women, and Michael was a guy.

So I took his pictures. By then, I had a smaller camera that used rolls of film. I developed the negatives, then hung them up to dry. So there was a long strip of 12 pictures of Michael totally without his clothes.

When my dad came home from work, and saw the strip of negatives, he went nuts. This normally fun-loving and mild-mannered guy was all carrying on about ‘homosexuality’ and things I hadn’t really heard before. For some reason, he was mad about Michael’s pictures.

My dad settled down after a day or two, and probably figured his son was going to turn out gay, and maybe that was alright. My dad was always cut and dried like that. It most likely didn’t occur to him that I might end up bisexual, ar maybe even straight, after seeing the pics of Michael.

Mike got his pictures, and to my amusement, he was showing them to the other kids in school. Even now, that’s a super-bold move. He didn’t have an erection in the pictures, but still, they were full-frontal.

John, one of Michael’s friends wanted me to take some naked pictures of him. I was like “No way” after the strangeness from my father. He talked me into it, plus the $20 he offered didn’t hurt. Back than, that would buy a lot of film.

We went out into the woods. He took off all his clothes, and posed this way and that. He was erect the whole time. Silly me, I didn’t really understand that. I mean, sure, I’d been erect many times, even masturbated almost daily, but being erect in front of another guy? Weird!

His penis started to go soft but he wanted to stay erect. He asked me to help him. At first I didn’t understand, but before long, I was touching the first penis in my life that wasn’t my own. It had an almost electric-like shock on me. Within a moment, without intending to do so, I had the tip of his penis in my mouth and was very much enjoying running my tongue around his glans. He came. I nearly chocked, but managed to swallow it all, without really tasting his semen.

I had a lot to think about that night, as I masturbated myself to a crashing orgasm. It became almost an obsession. I wanted to know what his cum actually tasted like. I got that opportunity around a month later. He and I became wank buddies.

Meanwhile, Cindy, a super-sexy, huge-breasted girl that I really admired from a distance, had also seen Mike’s photos. She wanted a nude photoshoot. A girl, a real live girl, was offering to get naked in front of me! Holy mackerel! Of course we arranged that. My parents always went out on Friday nights, so I invited her to my room. She got naked, and I took her pictures.

That was enough for me. I mean, sure I would have loved something more, but I didn’t dare even touch her. What would she think of me? I needn’t have worried. As I later found out, Cincy was a true, card-carrying nymphomaniac. She reached out. She started by suggesting I get naked, show her how to work the camera and she’d take pictures of me. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea, but I went ahead with it. It was such an emotional high, or maybe a roller-coester getting naked in front of her. I was scared, horny, everything all at once. I was erect immediately. She reached out, and the next thing you know, I was the one getting a blowjob. Heaven! Except, I came right away. She spent a good few minutes trying to get me hard again, but I was too freaked out. I believe we would have fucked if I had been able to get it up again.

Cindy and I became ‘a thing’ for several months. I was so proud to be seen with her, let alone the feeling of hugging her naked body next to mine for hours at a time after intercourse.

We were young. We broke up. Why? Because I had become so enamored of the girls that I couldn’t keep it zipped up. By now, I had 3 girls a week paying me actual money to take their pictures. Oh sure, most wore bikinis or were otherwise not naked, but I was in heaven, and had plenty of opportunities. I took advantage of those opportunities at every turn.

Fast forward to now: I’m a professional photographer. Photoshoots are no longer $20, and I no longer use chemical photography. I left that behind years ago. My clients are mostly couples. Some want regular lingerie photos. You know, nothing overt, but very suggestive. Some, however, want the whole works. I mean they want to fuck, and they want close up photos of fucking, sucking, even anal intercourse. Especially the guys. I get guy couples, and the occasional single guy who goes all out. In general, it seems guys are less restricted in terms of their sexual expression. Guys or girls, I’m having a great time and being well paid. I never grow tired of this line of work.

Hey Dad, if you can hear me up there, thanks for the Speed Graphic!

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P-Spot Stimulation

“How can I learn to massage the P-spot on a man?”

For those who don’t know, the P-spot is about 2 inches (5cm) inside the anus against the front wall of the rectum. Pressing that spot compresses the prostate gland, which when done just right gives a delicious, sexual, gotta-pee-like feeling. Since the prostate stores semen, some can be squeezed out through the urethra even though the man doesn’t ejaculate. Sometimes, a man can orgasm from P-spot stimulation. That tends to be a bit different, a more full-body orgasm.

It does take some practice to massage the spot just right for maximum pleasure. A man can usually barely reach the spot with his own fingers. Some will use a tool such as a kitchen utensil with a blunt handle or a devise called Aneros.

However the best way to learn to massage the P-spot is to enlist the help of a volunteer. This can be a friend, coworker or family member. Anyone who might enjoy the pleasure without being geeked out about the possibility of encountering a little poop or thinking it is ‘gay’ in some sort of negative way.

As to poop, it usually doesn’t happen. The anal area is reasonably clean between poopings. One can also use rubber gloves, or an enema to clean the anal passage before engaging in P-spot stimulation. Playing with an enema can be enjoyable in its own right.



Aneros, available on Amazon

See also, Spots.

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PhD on No-Fap

I found this post on Quora, and thought it is well-worth quoting verbatim. It’s by Eugene Mormon who has a PhD in Theology from the Cypress Bible Institute

Young people typically “jump on bandwagons” and follow trends, and one of them, like most, was completely made up as a complete joke. The inventor of the “no fap” crap never took it seriously. Others made it into what it is now, a bunch of people making things up as they go along and pretending to have achieved some great accomplishment.

I’ve watched the same videos you speak of, people kissing their muscles, attributing them not to exercise but “no fap”. Others droning on about how masturbation was all they did, all day, all night, then “no fap” came along with the idea of going outside and talking to other people, and poof! magically, they start meeting new people! It wasn’t “no fap” that helped them meet new people, it was putting their penis down for five minutes and talking to other human beings instead of being in their mother’s basement masturbating for hours on end. I’ve seen the ones where one guy gibbered for an hour or so pretending to sound like a psychoanalyst, discussing some deep dark thing in one’s subconscious mind driving them to masturbate.

Some people have nothing else in life at all. Nothing to be proud of, no accomplishments of note, nothing that makes them stand out in the slightest. The idea of succeeding in overcoming a really powerful impulse is the peak of their lives. That IS something for them to brag about.

In the dark ages, there were tons of stupid things completely made up about masturbation, to a point of people reacting psychotically to masturbation, and making the people who made up these crazy things rich by buying their made up books, sadistic devices, and fake medicines. Some wasted good money on fake “clergy” “blessing” their children and “casting out the demons of masturbation” from them and so on. It was all a money-making scheme. In other countries, religious leaders made up complete nonsense about how masturbation will “harm” them and cause them to “lose their life force”, and with great irony endorsing beating the living shit out of their children for masturbation, supposedly to “prevent them from harm”!

The anti-masturbation freaks are far more harmful and have caused far more damage and misery than anything masturbation ever has. And people just keep making things up about it. Even in 2020, there still are crazed, mentally sick individuals that just keep making one idiotic thing after another up about it. It is their whole lives, OTHER PEOPLE’S CROTCHES. Could anything possibly be sicker? I mean, out of all the hobbies and sports and forms of entertainment available, they choose to obsess over other people’s crotches? And how to stop them from touching their own crotch?

To me, it’s a weird mental illness. It should be in the DSM and studied by medical and psychiatric professionals.

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Clean-Up Girls

A Spectacular Fantasy by Spurtz

I recently opened up a new start-up business. The name of the facility is The Masturbatorium, which might give you a clue as to what takes place there.

I leased an old abandoned warehouse in the industrial section of my town. No private homes or schools anywhere near the place. My city has an ordinance prohibiting locating any sex based business close to homes or schools. This ordinance was mainly used for XXX video stores and massage parlors.

Now you might think being located in such an out-of-the-way place would hurt my business. But word-of-mouth made sure that plenty of people knew exactly where the place was.

It was a two story building. I only remodeled the ground floor which was more space than I thought I needed. The second floor was for expansion if the need arose in the future.

I arranged the ground floor layout as follows. There was a large main room. Built around the perimeter of the room were 24 stalls in a circular layout and each one contained a luxurious chaise lounge. Each stall had dividing walls but only on three sides with the foot area open. Anybody in the room could look into any of the stalls but the walls gave each stall a minor amount of privacy, but not much. The men who used the stalls liked to be seen. In the center of the room was a slightly raised open area with four chaise lounges in full view.

In addition, the ground floor had twelve private rooms with doors. Each room was quite small and also contained one of the luxurious chaise lounges.

Men paid a fee to come into the facility and masturbate. They could do it in the total privacy of the rooms, or in semi-privacy of the stalls, or no privacy at all on the raised platform in the center of the main room.

What usually happened was first-timers would opt for a private room. But the thrill of being seen jacking off would quickly move them to one of the stalls. From there, the more adventurous and exhibitionists on hand would finally make it to one of the four lounges in plain sight of everybody.
Prices varied depending upon the location chosen by a patron but in general we had two price levels, one for 15 minutes and one for 30 minutes.

We had strict rules about everything being a solo act. So there were no instances of two men teaming up to mutually masturbate one another or suck each other off.

But the idea I came up with that really made the place a huge success was I employed cleanup girls. Their job was after a patron climaxed and covered himself in cum, a cleanup girl would come to his aid and using warm wet washcloths and dry heated towels, do a very thorough job of cleaning him off.
I could legally charge a fee for men to come inside and jack themselves off. But it would be against the law to have any of my girls do it. But it was totally legal to charge a fee to have my girls wipe these guys down. We had two different levels of clean-up. A quick two-minute session for $20 or a five minute session for $50. I had to keep the sessions short because the place was so popular I needed to keep bodies moving to make room for waiting patrons.

What made this service so popular was I attempted to recruit as many cleanup girls as possible right out of high school. They had to be 18 to be legal and I only went after girls who were above average in looks. I didn’t have any trouble recruiting girls because, depending upon how many hours they wanted to work, it was possible to make anywhere from $1,000 to $2,000 a week. The other thing that made it easy to get girls is they were not required to be nude. They did wear some very hot looking little uniforms, similar to what Hooters waitresses wear.

I know that some of the girls that I hired had never seen an actual cock before, much less one covered in cum. Plus after a customer had cum, his cock would not always go immediately flaccid. The girls were trained to immediately attend to any customer who had ejaculated. So in many cases the girls were attending to a semi-hard cock. And usually by the time they finished clean-up, the patron would be fully hard. And that usually resulted in them paying for another round of jacking themselves off a second time. And a second clean-up. Usually the two minute one the second time.

My girl-friend Josie would put each new girl through a training period so they knew exactly what to do when they came face-to-face with a recently jacked-off cock covered in semen. We had a special private room off of my main office. Each time we hired a new girl, Josie and I would take her to the private room. I would disrobe and then my GF expertly jacked me off. Knowing in advance when one of these training sessions was going to take place, allowed me edge for a day or two prior. This resulted in me producing a massive cumshot. This prepared the clean-up girl with an excellent subject to perform her duties on.

Julie showed her how to roll back the foreskin (on those men who had one) and make sure all the semen was wiped clean. Josie also showed the girls the best way to clean down under my balls and even into my ass crack. She explained that guys who had watery ejaculations could have some of it leak down into some very personal areas.

Each girl had a rolling cart that contained all the necessary wet washcloths and dry heated towels. As soon as a girl finished up a man and sent him on his way, her cart also supplied fresh covering for the chaise lounge since typically plenty of cum ended up on the cover.

For the 5-minute cleanup sessions the girls were given extra instructions since that was a lot of time for a simple cleanup. First, they were told to take their time and to drag the cleanup out as long as possible. They were also instructed to keep one hand wrapped around the guy’s cock during the entire cleanup session. This was actually a legit part of the process because once his cock was wiped clean you wouldn’t want to let it go and drop into a puddle of jism on the guy’s body.

Once everything was mopped up and wiped clean with dry towels, out came the wet washcloths that were kept in a container of hot water on the cart. The customer’s cock and balls and entire pubic area were then washed down. The men loved this part and usually a full erection was the result. Again, one hand firmly held the man’s cock while the other hand did the final wash. Then a heated towel came from a compartment on the cart and everything was vigorously toweled dry.

The girls were trained to make sure that the patron’s cock was given special attention throughout the entire procedure. Josie instructed the girls on how to provide a bit of actual cock jacking while this was going on. But this had to be subtle because legally the girls could not jack a customer’s cock. The girls were instructed to move their fist up and down the guy’s dick for only one or two strokes and then stop. Then maybe 15 or 20 seconds later, do it again. Just enough to excite the customer but not enough for it to look like a conscious act on the part of the cleanup girl. We never knew if the local police sent in undercover agents to see exactly what we were doing. So we had to be careful.

The cleanup service was what made my place so successful. A guy can jack off at home without paying a fee. But he can’t get an 18 or 19-year old girl to lovingly clean up all his cum after he’s ejaculated. And our girls were very heavily trained on providing the most personal service possible. They were encouraged to complement each customer on how much they loved handling his prick and that it was one of most attractive cocks they had seen. The guys probably knew it was bullshit but loved hearing it.

Part II

I have interviewed several of the cleanup girls to get their thoughts on working at The Masturbatorium. I thought my readers might be interested in the feedback I’ve gotten. I’ve changed the girls names.

Serena – When I was first told about the cleanup girl job from a girlfriend, I thought it was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard. Me spend an entire day cleaning up cum? No thanks. But then she told me the kind of money she was making and I had to give it a second thought. I applied and was hired. At first cleaning up all the cum was as disgusting as I thought it would be. But handling all the guy’s cocks was fun and that part I really enjoyed. If they got hard again while I was doing my cleanup duties, that made me feel really good.

Jill – The thing that most surprised me was how different all the guy’s dicks were. Until I took the cleanup girl job , I had seen a lot of cocks on the internet and they all kind of looked the same to me. At that point I had had a couple of experiences with boyfriends in high school but to be honest, I never really got a close look at their dicks. Just that they were a lot smaller than the ones on the net. But once I got a good idea of a typical cock here at my job I realized that the guys in the XXX videos online all had oversized dicks. On average I handled maybe 20 to 25 different cocks every day so I had a very good idea of what the size of an average prick was.

Amanda – Cleaning up cum all day long didn’t bother me at all since the payoff was getting to play with so many different cocks all day long. Some of the younger guys really turned me on and I would have loved to jack them off to another ejaculation or even better, suck a load of jism out of one of those luscious cocks. But that couldn’t happen. At least not on the job.

Gia – I’m one of the more popular cleanup girls. I have a lot of customers who ask for me to be their cleanup girl. I think the reason is even though I am 18, I actually look more like 14 or 15. It’s no secret that a lot of these horny old bastards really love to have a young girl play with their dicks.

I’ve seen the other girls work and I know that somehow I have a special talent when I am wiping some guy’s cock clean of semen. It’s not so much what I’m actually doing, although that’s really important too, but somehow I give off the vibe that I am really personally into the guy’s junk. The guy thinks I really love what I’m doing (maybe because I actually do) and because of that, halfway through the cleanup process the guy’s dick is like a bar of steel. I generate more hard-ons during cleanup than any other two girls combined. Any time we can get a guy to come back for a second round of jacking himself off, we get a bonus. I made over $3,000 last week just wiping cum off of guy’s cocks and getting men to come back for seconds. And sometime thirds. I have one regular dude who comes every week and goes three times. He won’t let any girl in the place but me touch his cock.

Ariana – Not to brag, but I’m probably the sexiest looking cleanup girl at The Masturbatorium. I’ve got a killer body and a very exotic looking face. Nearly every regular who comes in asks for me but there is only so much of me to go around. There are guys dying to fuck me and they always sign up for a private room. They jack off and then when I come into the room for the cleanup, they offer me money to jack them off again, or give them a blowjob or even to let them fuck me. I’m talking big money. One guy offered me a thousand bucks to let him fuck me. The usual offer is anywhere from $100 to $300. But what I know, and they don’t, is every private room has a tiny concealed CCTV camera.

These guys can’t believe it when I turn them down. But I explain that for all I know they are a cop and if that was the case, not only would I lose my job, but the entire operation would be shut down. But since it’s hard to pass up that kind of money, I have some cards printed up with my phone number and an invite for a private session. I know that makes me a whore but between my regular job and the private sessions, I made over $200,000 last year. And I only give that card to guys who I wouldn’t mind fucking anyway.

Francine – I know a lot of the girls are turned off wiping up semen all day but personally I love it. I just wish I could sit right next to the customer while he’s jerking off and watch the juice squirt out of his dick. Since most of the guys can be seen while jerking off, by the day’s end, I have gotten to see a lot of different cocks spurting cum. But not up close. Sometimes, but not very often, a customer will cum a second time while I’m wiping down his dick. I really love that, but house rules are that as soon as a guy starts ejaculating, I have to let go of his cock. Most guys grab their dick and finish pumping out a load themselves. Management kind of looks the other way when this happens because everybody knows that this is always a possibility and nobody is to blame. When a hard cock is stimulated enough, cum is going to shoot. I do have one regular customer who does this every time he’s there. When I am wiping him down with a warm wet washcloth I always make an extra effort to rub the washcloth up and down a few times right on his frenulum. The rough texture of the washcloth always produces a second ejaculation. Management has told me to stop doing that because they want him to pay for a second session.

Josie – All the other girls call me The Size Queen because they know I really get off on cleaning up large cocks. But knowing that only ten percent of men have a cock that is 8” long or more, getting a crack at a cock that big is rare. However, I really appreciate any cock that is 7” or more. In a given week we might get fewer than ten guys with dicks that big. For me to get assigned to any of those big-dicked dudes was the luck of the draw. But most of the other girls don’t much care one way or the other, so when possible they will trade off to let me handle the guys with big cocks. There is one customer who shows up about once a week. He has a massive penis. It’s got to be in the 9” to 10” range. Even flaccid it’s huge. Because he is so unusual, every girl in the place wants to get a crack at him at least once. So far, I’ve only been with him twice. He’s easy to talk to and doesn’t mind talking about his huge cock. I made some crack about with him having a cock like that, what was he doing in here jerking off? He went on to tell me how much trouble it was finding girls willing to fuck him. As I wiped down that huge prick I was thinking how much I would like to try to get that thing inside me. Like Ariana, as well as several other girls, I had cards with my private phone number. As I wiped the bulging head of his prick with one of the warm, wet washcloths, I handed him the card and told him I would love to see if I could get that thing inside me.

Part III

More interviews with some of the young girls who work at The Masturbatorium. To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

While the girls are not specifically directed to bring on a fresh hard-on, this tends to happen when a warm wet washcloth is used to wipe each man’s dick clean. The girls are trained to grip the man’s cock with one hand while wiping it clean with the other. Once a new erection occurs, most men opt to pay an additional fee for a second jerk off session. Here is the result of some independent interviews with a few of the cleanup girls.

Sally – I took the job because I really needed the money. I had heard from Josie how much I could make. My dad is dead and I am living with my mother who has a terminal illness. When I told her what I would be doing, she was shocked to the core and begged me not to do it. But when I told her that most cleanup girls made between $2,000 and $3,000 a week and we needed that kind of money just to live on and pay her medical bills, she relented.

I told her I would be working at The Masturbatorium, which everybody in town knew existed, but I didn’t go into detail about what I would be doing. She wanted to know exactly what the job entailed. I told her that men came to the place and paid a fee for either a private room, a semi-private stall, or an open area. Once there, the men would masturbate themselves until they ejaculated. I assured her that I did not have to jack anybody off. Once a man had cum, one of the cleanup girls, like me, would carefully mop up all the semen from the guy’s body and also carefully wipe all the cum off his prick.

She wanted to know if what I was doing was legal and I assured it was. The fee the men paid for a cleanup was 100% legal. The only illegal act was if any of us girls actually jacked off one of the men or had any actual sexual contact. My mom couldn’t believe that it was legal for me to handle a guy;s cock and wipe semen off of his dick and body. I assured her it was or the place would have been immediately shut down by the authorities.

Karen – I was one of the first girls hired and for the first couple of months, business was pretty slow. We would only get five or six men a day. So I spent a lot of time sitting around reading a book or watching tv in the break room. I also thought the whole thing was pretty funny. I was getting paid to handle guy’s cocks which actually was kind of fun.

Then as word of mouth spread through town, more and more men were showing up. In fact it got so popular the owners had to redecorate part of the unused second floor into a waiting room. There were times when the place was packed with guys jerking off while ten or twelve men were in the waiting room. To put this in perspective, the place had twenty-four semi-private stalls, twelve private rooms and four chaise lounges in plain view. So when the place was full, that was forty men stroking their dicks and letting the cum fly. That’s a lot of cum and it was my job, along with all the other girls, to make sure it got all cleaned up. You might think spending an 8-hour shift wiping up semen was a disgusting thing to do, and while it was, I was surprised at how much I looked forward to handling so many different cocks in a day.

Because the time that a man spent varied depending upon how much time he had paid for, the number of dicks I got to handle in a shift was different every day. And because management eventually hired more than one girl per patron, that meant more than forty girls worked a shift. This was critical because to maintain fast turnover, as soon as a guy shot his load, there had to be a girl immediately available for cleanup so he could be moved out and replaced with one of the guys in the waiting room.
Nancy – I am the manager of the cleanup girls. With so many girls working, somebody has to ride herd over them and that was my job. Since the manager’s duties really were not a full time job, I still got to fill in as a cleanup girl, which I looked forward to. But management had a problem. As the place grew more and more popular, more guys wanted one of the only four chaise lounges centered in the middle of the main room. Most men started off with a private room. But then since many men enjoy showing off their cocks, they moved from a room to a stall. But I guess that still wasn’t enough to satisfy their exhibitionist tendencies and then they wanted to be in the center of the room. But with only four positions, this was a problem.

Management did not want to shut down the place to remodel, but there was still a large unused area on the second floor. So in a stroke of brilliance, they configured a room that featured three rows of chaise lounges with ten per row. This provided a total of thirty locations. But what was really brilliant was across from these thirty spots, they constructed a miniature grandstand that seated about sixty people. Between the jerk-off spots and the grandstand was a small stage area. For an entrance fee, anybody could come in, sit in the stands for up to a half hour, and watch thirty guys jacking off. And almost every jack-off spot was filled the entire day and evening. Each day a two hour period was set aside with a higher entrance fee, and management would stage a cum-shooting distance contest. Each man who wanted to compete would stand on the stage and jack off. The distance of his cumshot was measured and the guy who shot for the most distance won $100.

Sometimes this contest was different in that two guys at a time would stand next to each other, both jerking off together and shooting their loads as the viewing audience would clap and cheer. This new area was a huge success and was heavily attended by women. One other attraction that was popular was a dick measuring contest. A woman volunteer from the stands would be chosen to do the actual measuring with the winner getting $100. Usually only five or six guys participated because that was the usual number with large cocks. Winners were prohibited from competing again because a guy with a really big dick could win every week. The number of women volunteers grew each week because they obviously got a kick out of handling the five or six big cocks. Some of the women would attempt to masturbate a guy’s cock while measuring it but that was not allowed for obvious reasons. But phone numbers were exchanged between some of the contestants and the women volunteers.

Then once a year, a masturbate-a-thon was held. This was open to both men and women. The room was big enough that in addition to the original thirty chaise lounges, another twenty could be squeezed in providing a total of fifty participants. Each week, every chair was filled. And the viewing stand was also enlarged to hold about hundred people watching the action. As each male participant eventually ejaculated, a cleanup girl was immediately available. This continued until only one man was left and he got $1,000. Women could only participate but could not compete for the grand prize because, unlike a male ejaculation, there was no way to tell if woman had cum or not. But some women just like to massage their clits while a hundred voyeurs watched.

Francine – I hated the job as a cleanup girl. All that cum to deal with day after day. And a lot of the guys were fat, older men who I found disgusting. And they all tried to make conversation with me which was usually filthy and insulting. The worst was guys who wanted to talk about how much I loved cleaning up their dicks. They would then try to tell me how they liked me to wipe their dicks clean. Because I got paid to make these jerks happy, I always went along with their crap.

Then every so often, a nice young guy would come along and I would actually enjoy cleaning up his cum and wiping his dick clean. Originally I paid very little attention to the guy I was servicing. But as I was exposed to more and more of the good looking young nice guys, I found myself getting a bit more into what I was doing with the less desirable clients. And I found that I actually was learning to like it. As crazy as this sounds, I found that the guys who ejaculated large cum loads somehow started to turn me on. And I found that the more cum there was, the more I liked it. Where wiping up all that dick juice had been disgusting, I now even liked the way it smelled.

I even took a more tolerant attitude towards the old fat guys and would go along with conversation that I previously found vile and disgusting. Now as I would roll their foreskin back and wipe up any cum residue found there, I would tell them what a great dick they had and that I really loved wiping it clean. This turned out to be very smart of me because the more praise I heaped on a guy’s cock the bigger my tip was.

And my words of praise usually help bring on a second erection and a desire to pay for another stall so he could jerk off a second time. Each time a guy I was cleaning up did that, I received a bonus added to my paycheck. I was very successful and before I knew it, I had a great many customers asking for me by name.

It became a challenge for me to see how many bonuses I could pile up each day. Of course all it took was for me heap praise on the guy about what a great dick he had and how powerful his cumshot was and many other lies. And as I felt the guy’s cock start to harden, I knew I had more money headed to the bank.

Part IV

To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

Although the place was a huge success with guys lined up waiting in the lounge for their turn to pay to jack off, management was getting a lot of requests from regular patrons to allow the cleanup girls to actual jack them off. This obviously was not possible since it would be illegal.

However, the owners did come up with a great idea. They rented another empty industrial building in the same general area as The Masturbatorium but far enough away that there was no obvious connection. The new facility had no signage and entrance was made only by members. A key card on the outside gained you entrance to a lobby where you had to pass a visual inspection to make sure you were the person actually holding a membership. Members could not bring any friends with them. And membership was by invitation only and invitations were only extended to regular attendees of The Masturbatorium who were known to have no connection to law enforcement.

Referred to informally as “the jerk club,” the place did not actually have a name. Membership cards only identified it as “The Club.”

Members had to call ahead and make a reservation and they could request a specific girl to service their needs. Many of the girls had graduated from their positions as cleanup girls at The Masturbatorium where they eagerly accepted the new job which paid huge money.

An annual membership fee was $5,000 and then each visit was an additional $500. The high prices kept out the riff-raff, not that anyone of that ilk would ever be invited to be a member. After a year of operation the place had over 600 members and growing every day.

The cost was steep by layman’s standards, but the membership was made up men from the upper strata of society. Paying $500 was like pocket change to these guys. Sure they could go to the local massage parlor and get jerked off for far less. But the club was a beautifully appointed facility with expensive furnishings and high end art on the walls. Each individual room was furnished as lavishly as any millionaire’s own home. Plus each girl who worked there looked like they could have stepped off the pages of Playboy. A huge step up from a typical massage parlor girl who was usually an Asian who couldn’t speak much English.

Here are some comments from some of the girls who worked at the Club.

Jill – I had worked at The Masturbatorium for a couple of years and I was one of the most popular girls there. When I was approached about the Club, I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before management would even discuss what the job was. When they told me that I would be masturbating rich, high-end dudes, at first I was a bit put-off since I guess that would make me a prostitute. But when I was told that I would likely double my present income, that piqued my interest. The clincher was I didn’t have to do the semen cleanup unless I wanted to. After I jacked the guy off, then an actual cleanup girl would come in and perform the same duties that I had been doing at The Masturbatorium.
I had already been handling guy’s dicks for a paycheck. How much different could this new job be?

On my first day at the Club I was shocked at how luxurious each room was. A fully stocked complimentary bar was on hand along with a 75” flat screen TV that featured an endless array of XXX videos that could be personally selected by the member. Some older guys needed a little extra help getting hard and ejaculating.

Stacks of expensive towels and washcloths were on hand and the king size bed had high end luxurious linens waiting to be stained with cum.

Sylvia – When I was hired, I was told that I only had to jack off the members but if a member wanted more, such as a blowjob or full intercourse, that was totally up to me. I quickly learned that some members had no trouble asking for a blowjob as they handed me money. The amount varied but was never less than $200 and could be as much as $500. The amount went up if they wanted me to fuck them. I usually held out for a minimum of $500 for a fuck but one rich old bastard just gave me $1,000 in cash right up front. The old fucker was a pretty good lay. He had a large cock that still could get as hard as a bar of steel and he enjoyed pounding that thing into my pussy as hard as he could. It could be a bit uncomfortable but, hey, that thousand bucks was non-taxable, so a bit of discomfort was no big deal. He must have enjoyed it because he came back every other week for a repeat performance for another grand.

I probably ended up blowing about half my regular customers. And probably fucked about 10 or 15% of them. So the bucks were rolling in. The club paid me $300 for each member I serviced. I usually limited the number of members I would handle to five or six a day. The fee the member’s paid gave them an hour of my time. Considering I had to freshen up between each session, six was about all I could handle on an eight hour shift. Although my services to members varied, I was still raking in around $3,000 a day.

One other thing, if any member got abusive to any of the girls, either verbally or physically, their membership was immediately revoked with no refunds. This was made abundantly clear when they signed up, and as far as I know, nobody had ever been kicked out. Some guys acted up a bit if they had too much to drink, but never to the point where I felt I had to report them.

Polly – One of the things I appreciated about the majority of the members was when they showed up, I could usually tell they had recently stepped out of the shower and had nice clean clothes on. I previously had a short stint in a local massage parlor and I sure couldn’t say that about that place’s clientele. In fact that’s why I moved on. I guess you could call me a cleanliness freak. So I was right at home at the Club.

I guess some of the members talked to one another and I developed the reputation as giving the best blowjobs of any of the girls who worked there. So I was in high demand. Since members had to call ahead and make reservations, the list of guys waiting to shove their dicks down my throat was quite long. One of the richer members had somehow gained a standing reservation for me for every Friday at 2 PM. Like clockwork the dude showed up every week. My standing fee was a thousand bucks and I guess I gave pretty good blowjobs because members were standing in line for my oral services. Part of the reason I gave such good blowjobs was because I truly loved to suck cocks. And I also really got off on taking loads down my throat. I happily swallowed as much cum as a guy could produce. Even after he had finished cumming, I would keep sucking trying to coax out every single drop of jism.

Because I was making so much money, I had cut back to doing only four guys a day. This disappointed a lot of guys. Due to the backlog, some of them were waiting a couple of weeks to get their cocks sucked.

Natalie – One of my regulars is a dot-com millionaire, maybe even a billionaire. His name is Steve and he always requests me because he likes ‘em young. And I’m only 21. On a recent session he hit me with a proposal that I couldn’t turn down. He wanted me to come to his house for a threesome with him and his wife Pat. He said this would be an all-day affair with non-stop sex. My fee? A cool $5,000 in cash. How could I refuse?

It turned out to be a fantastic experience. Steve had made his money at an early stage of his life and was only 42 and his drop dead beautiful wife Pat was ten years younger. I’ve never been much into women but for that kind of money it was “gay for pay.”

We literally did everything sexual that could be done including my first anal experience which was better than I expected. Pat was down for anything. In fact while Steve was fucking my ass, he pulled out and she took over sucking his dick. That kind of grossed me out but she seemed to love it.
Before the day was over, Steve had ejaculated five different times. I was the beneficiary of most of his cum, probably because I was “fresh meat.” Pat didn’t seem to mind. Her attitude was as long as it made Steve happy, she was fine with it.

About a month later, Steve approached me about a repeat performance. But he introduced a new wrinkle. The Masturbatorium also employed several younger men for those members whose interests lay in that direction. Steve had Frankie, a very good looking 22 year old guy with a very athletic body and an extremely attractive cock, join us for the next session. I knew Frankie was bisexual so I rightfully assumed I would get my share of his dick. I did, but the majority of Frankie’s efforts were directed to Pat who obviously got off on sucking him dry several times during the day or alternately riding his cock to multiple orgasms. Of course that meant Steve was thrusting his big prick up my cunt and spurting semen inside me several times during the day. Then either Frankie or Pat would get between my legs and suck the jism out of my vagina.

It was soon apparent that Steve was bi-sexual as he had Frankie’s cock down his throat almost as much as Pat did. In fact at one point the two of them were trading Frankie’s dick back and forth like a shared lollypop. And while they were doing that, I was sucking Steve’s cock.

Steve and Frankie would put their cocks together and Pat and I would take turns either jerking both dicks together or sucking them both. Pat had no trouble getting both dickheads in her mouth at the same time. I struggled with it at first but soon was simultaneously sucking away on both cocks. I was even able to get both men to shoot their loads into my mouth, almost at the same time. It was a lot of cum but somehow I managed.

I lost count of the number of ejaculations but I think both Steve and Frankie shot their load at least five or six times before the day was out. We started at 10 AM and finally gave up due to total exhaustion around midnight. I was very impressed at how both men could get rock hard erections with minimal downtime between ejaculations.

Heidi – I had only been working at the Club for a few months when one of the younger fat cats (he was in his fifties and married with kids) wanted me to become his mistress. His name as Dan. The deal was he would put me up in a high rise luxury apartment, lease a Mercedes roadster for me, and provide an allowance of $100,000 tax free money a year. With no rent check to pay and no car payment, I could live high on the hog for a hundred grand.

I had to be available to him for sex 24/7 and I was not allowed to have a relationship of any kind with any other men. The 24/7 thing kind of turned out to be a joke because between trying to run his very successful company and be a husband and father, he had very little time for me. If I was lucky I might see him for an hour or two one or two times a week. And those sessions were always rushed. I spent most of my time sitting around watching TV or reading a book. I also spent time shopping. The absolute worst part of the arrangement were the holidays. While he was enjoying Christmas or Thanksgiving with his family and friends, I sat home alone, usually crying my eyes out.

I was sorely tempted to hit a nightclub or two and hook up with some young stud who would fuck my brains out or even spend the night with me. I was tired of sleeping alone. But for all I knew Dan could have somebody watching me. His company had a large security staff and it wouldn’t have surprised me if men had been assigned to keep an eye on me.

I was not happy with my life but what could I do. If I left Dan I would lose this fabulous apartment and my Mercedes, not to mention the $100,000 a year allowance. I would be lucky to make half that plus I would have to pay taxes on it.

(Author’s note: My second wife and I lived in a luxury high rise apartment. Our next door neighbor was in the exact some situation as Heidi. And she felt the same way about it. She knew Dan was never going to leave his wife and kids and at some point she would be too old for him to continue keeping her on as his mistress. She was already 31 years old and still a knockout. Here’s an interesting side note. One weekend my wife and I were on the back deck of our boat at the marina having a drink and here came Heidi down the dock with who I assume was Dan. There was a big yacht tied up at the end of the dock with a party in full swing, which is where they were going. But the capper was another couple was with them and the man was Dean Martin of Martin and Lewis fame.)

Part V

Interviews with some of the men who visited The Masturbatorium and the private club.

Jeff – I heard about The Masturbatorium about a week after it opened. I didn’t get it. Why pay money to go in there and jerk off when I can do it for free at home? After about a year, I talked to a buddy named Jack who was going there twice a week. So I asked him, what was the big appeal that it was worth paying to go there?

His answer surprised me. First, he said that he, like many guys, had an exhibitionist streak. He got off on jacking off with people watching. The Masturbatorium had recently expanded into a new area on the second floor where Jack had guys stretched out on chaise lounges on either side of him whacking away while he stroked his own dick. Plus the management had installed a grandstand where up to sixty people could sit want watch a bunch of guys shooting their spunk.

But Jack said the best part was the cleanup girls. He said they were all young, fresh out of high school, and every freaking one of them was great looking. They were clothed, but wore outfits similar to Hooters girls. He said that after he had ejaculated one of the girls would immediately be at his side with wet, warm washcloths and she would pay an unbelievable amount of attention to cleaning all the cum off of his body, but the way they handled his cock was even more amazing and satisfying.

He said he was not circumcised, so the cleanup girl would roll his foreskin back and then use her bare fingers to wipe out any semen collected below his dickhead. Then she would follow up with the warm, wet washcloth. Nine times out of ten, by the time she was finished, his dick would be rock hard. Half the time he would immediately pay for a second private jackoff session, just so he could get handled by one of the cleanup girls after he shot his second load.

Jack made it sound so inviting that I just had to give it a try. Now I am a regular there at least once a week. And it definitely beats jacking off at home and cleaning up my own mess.

Gabriel – I was invited by The Masturbatorium manager to join the private club they maintained at a separate location. This was all hush-hush and I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before they would give me the details. Invitations were only extended to the very wealthy which I was fortunate enough to qualify as.

The reason everything was so secretive was because the place was marginally illegal. But maybe not since it was a private club. But I’m pretty sure providing sex partners for hire is not legal, even in a private club.

The annual membership fee was $5,000 and each visit to the club would cost me $500. This bought me a full hour with some of the most beautiful young girls that one could imagine. The $500 got me a delightful handjob, but there was more available to me if I wanted to tip the girl directly. Anything other than getting jerked off was strictly between me and the girl. Depending on the time of day, there were twenty to thirty girls to choose from.

I was married but it was a loveless communion. We both pretty much led our own separate lives. Divorce would cost me too much money. Jeff Bezos of Amazon gave up $32 billion to his ex-wife. I’m not in that league but a divorce would cost me millions of dollars.

So I got my jollies in a number of different ways. But the private club was a real bargain by my standards. I could go there twice a week, pick out some teen-aged beauty, pay her a thousand bucks to fuck her, and walk away clean. It beat the shit out of a regular paid mistress who I would no doubt be tired of after a few months. I might end up blowing a hundred thousand bucks a year fucking girls at the club but that was literally pocket change to me.

I will admit that I was partial to one little beauty at the club and I made it a point to try to fuck her at least once a week. Then for variety, I would go to the club a second time each week and pick a different girl each time. I worked my way through the whole staff until I had fucked every girl who worked there at least once. Where else could a man get that much variety in his sex life, especially considering every one of the girls was a ten?

Hugh – I’m definitely a high roller and also bisexual. Like my buddy Gabriel, I don’t mind spending a lot of money at the private club. But I like to mix things up. The club also had a few young guys on staff. When I say young, I’m talking early twenties. These young men were available for the same hour long $500 sessions just like the girls were. Although I would go for a girl the majority of my visits, once in a while I would pick one of the boys to be with. The $500 included a handjob. Anything more was negotiated with the boy.

I don’t know where management found these kids, but every one of them had at least 7-inches of man meat between their legs. I loved to suck on a big thick cock. And for a generous tip, these guys would go 69 with me and suck my dick with amazing talent. Ass fucking was also available, both giving or receiving, but cost way more than a blowjob. I had to be in a certain mood to do anal. But I did sometimes enjoy fucking a boy’s tight ass while I did a reach around and jacked his prick. It was difficult to get the timing just right but every once in a while I would shoot the guy’s ass full of cum at the same time that I got his cock to start spurting.

Then a couple of cleanup girls would show up while the two of us lay side by side with our cocks dripping cum. The girls would go to work and have us completely semen free after a few minutes. Depending on my mood, sometimes I would beat the girls to it and clean up my partner by sucking all the jism off of his prick.

Stuart – I decided to try The Masturbatorium, mainly because I am an exhibitionist and there are very few legal ways that I could jack off for an audience. I really got off on being watched while pounding my prick to a cum eruption so I always opted for the upstairs room where up to sixty people could watch me jack off, not counting all my fellow jackers lined up next to me.

I really got off on producing monster cums. I won the cum distance shooting contest several times. My trick was edging. The day before I planned to attend The Masturbatorium, I would jack my dick for several hours. Stopping just short of cumming. Then I would repeat this for a couple of hours before heading to the facility. Then I would pay the fee for an hour of additional jacking. The grandstands never had less than twenty or thirty people during the evening. I always made it a point to be in the first row of chaise lounges so I was only a scant distance away from the avid watchers. It was surprising how many of the men in the grandstands would take their cocks out and slowly stroke while watching me and my jerkmates going to town on our own cocks. The women in the grandstands could be more discreet about it, but many of them rubbed their clits. Some I’m sure to multiple orgasms.

Anyway, about ten minutes before my hour was up, I would speed up my jacking and really go to town. When my orgasm finally hit, the semen shot out of my prick with amazing force and in great volume as well. The people sitting in the first row of the grandstand were all voyeurs who had seen me spurt before and they knew what was coming. My first couple of spurts carried the four or five feet to the first row of watchers and splattered on their shoes and pants legs. Some of these viewers were practiced masturbators themselves and were furiously jacking their own cocks while watching me. Several of them could miraculously time their ejaculations to match mine. So streams of cum were simultaneously shooting back and forth across the little stage. This always got a huge round of applause from the people in the stands. Even some of my fellow jackers would stop beating their own meat long enough to watch the cum shooting display.

Management set aside a two hour period each day for special events like a cum shooting contest, a dick measuring contest, and the one that I really loved was called a sword fighting contest. But the swords were our dicks.

We would choose off amongst ourselves matching up similar cock sizes. Me and a partner would stand on the little stage, both with similar sized cocks, fully erect, and start slapping our cocks against each other. A hard dick can take a pretty good beating without it hurting very much. You would be surprised what an entertaining performance this could be with two raging hard-ons slapping against one another. I know the viewers loved it.

Although it didn’t happen every time, sometimes one of us would be stimulated enough to achieve orgasm. When that happened to me, I would spray semen all over my partner’s cock and balls and I would wave my dick around enough that a few stray jets of semen found its way to the onlookers. The fans loved it and when they saw semen spurting from a dick, its owner got a standing ovation.

I hope the cleanup girls who had to tidy up the stage got a bonus payment because they also had to clean up any cum left on the grandstand by overly excited watchers.
(Note this is 100% a fantasy.)

Part VI

If you have been following The Masturbatorium series you will know that the facility has one large area set aside where up to 30 men on three rows of ten each can jack off while a viewing stand seating up to sixty people is usually filled with people who want to watch. Both the jerkers and the viewers pay a fee to participate.

Here are some interesting observations from some of the viewers.

George – I actually wanted to be one of the guys jerking off but didn’t have the balls to do it. But I wanted to get a feel for what it was like so I paid to sit in the viewing stand. This was in the early days and seating was first come, first served. But as the popularity grew, you literally had to make a reservation in advance and they charged a premium for the first two rows.

In the early days, guys in the stands were taking their cocks out and jerking off right along with the guys on display. Management soon put a stop to that although you could pay even more of a premium and be allowed to jerk off in the viewing area while watching the naked guys beating their meat. This did cause some problems and at first management made us viewers sign a waiver that we understood that we might get sprayed with semen by one of the viewers jacking off. But this too got out of hand and eventually a section of the viewing stand was roped off and reserved for guys who wanted to masturbate.

After my third visit to the viewing stand I finally got the balls enough to participate fully nude and on display for everybody. Plus it was cheaper than a seat in the viewing stand.

Fawn – I didn’t see much upside as a woman to being one of the nude masturbators on display. A few women did do this but I think it was just so they could get a close look at all the guys stroking their dicks. But I did like the idea of sitting in the viewing stands and watching the guys jerk off and cum. My favorite part of that was the period they set aside each day for the cm shooting contest, the dick measuring contest, and the cock sword fights. These all took place right on the stage and if you sat in the front row, you were only two or three feet from the participants. I always made it a point to pay for a reserved seat front and center. I had to book a spot weeks in advance but it was worth it.

This is going to sound odd, but we all have certain strange preferences when it comes to sex. But my favorite part was after the guys on the stage had cum, they would be standing there naked right in front of me with their dicks starting to wilt but still a decent size. Before the cleanup girls could get there, the guy’s dicks would still be dripping some cum. I loved seeing that. Sometimes a guy might use his thumb and forefinger and literally milk stray strands of jism out of his dick. I just wanted to drop to my knees and lap that cum off of his dick.

Jessie – My favorite thing to see as a spectator were the sword fights. The guys who took part in these fights were almost always young (20’s or 30’s) with athletic bodies and massive cocks. Somehow their cocks seemed to be harder than normal and when they would start slapping each other’s meat with those monster cocks, I literally could feel my juices running down my thigh.

Every so often while punishing each other’s cocks, one guy would experience an involuntary orgasm and streams of cum would blast out and cover the other guy’s dick. Not only his dick but his balls, stomach and thighs. Even a lucky viewer might get splashed with some semen.

On the most memorable day of my life, I had paid for a front row center seat. The two sword fighters were both drop dead gorgeous men bulging with muscles and with the two of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. My panties were wet before they even started slapping their dicks together. Once they got into it, these guys were over the top. Seeing those two humongous pricks slamming against one another was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

And then the most amazing thing happened. One guy slammed his dick against the other guy’s cock and when he did, a huge spurt of semen shot out, I had seen that before but then I got the icing on the cake when the other guy also started squirting one of the most impressive cum shots I’d ever seen. The best part? Much of it landed on me. But with both cocks now spurting impressive loads, and both cocks waving around all over the place, it was a cum explosion. Three or four of us in the front row got splattered but the two men got drenched. When it was all over they both had gobs of semen dripping from their bodies. What a beautiful sight.

Two cleanup girls rushed to the stage and watching them handle those two pricks while wiping them clean was almost as hot as seeing the cum spurting out. Two more girls attempted to wipe off the cum that had landed on me and the other viewers. My girl was very apologetic but I told her I loved it. I told her I would love to cleanup one of those cocks with my tongue, and she said “Me too.”

Jim – I was one of the first guys in the viewing stand to take my prick out of my pants and masturbate right along with all the naked guys on display. I’ve got no problem showing my dick as it is quite impressive in size with a bulbous head that drive the women crazy.

The second time I did it, there was an attractive 30-something woman sitting next to me. I saw her eyes light up when she got a look at my cock that was already rock-hard. While I was getting off watching all the nude guys jacking their dicks, my seatmate was focused on my cock. Finally she offered to give me a hand. And I told her to go ahead. She grabbed my dick and started furiously jacking me off. I was in hard-on heaven. Several of the guys we were watching, who were on display, started cumming. It was too much for me. I was wearing sweat pants with no underwear for easy access to my dick, plus a T-shirt. I had never been jacked off in public before and believe me, it’s one helluva turn-on. The room we were in was very well lit, so nothing was hidden from view.

My seatmate was pounding my cock unmercifully and it felt fantastic. Getting jacked off with so many people watching, plus in turn, I was watching several hard pricks shooting their loads on the stage, was more than I could handle. With no warning my prick started gushing out cum that coated my t-shirt and sweat pants. Most of it shot up onto my T-shirt. The front of it was soaked through with semen.
One of my more spectacular cumshots. My jackmate kept pumping until every last drop of cum was released from my cock and balls. Then she wiped her hands on my sweat pants. I sat there dazed from the amazing orgasm I just experienced with my prick still drooling some stray strands of jism.

I realized everybody was looking at me and now I was embarrassed. I pulled my pants up and headed for the door. One of the girls who worked there, whose job it was to monitor what the viewers were doing, stopped me and told me that it was ok to jack myself off but allowing somebody else to do it was forbidden. She said she didn’t see what I was doing until after I ejaculated, but if I was ever observed again, I would be banned for life.

I apologized and told her I would never do it again and headed for my car, which fortunately was parked fairly close to the door. Only two girls who were headed into The Masturbatorium saw me, and must have wondered why I was covered in jism from head to toe.

Joe – I was too shy to expose my naked body and jack my cock in The Masturbatorium where I could be seen by everybody. I knew they had private rooms but that didn’t appeal to me since I could jack off privately at home for free. I didn’t know then about he cleanup girls which was definitely something I couldn’t get at home. And as I later learned, well worth the entrance fee.

So like a lot of other shy guys, I paid for a seat in the viewing stands where I could watch up to 30 guys doing exactly what I wanted to do but didn’t have the nerve to do it.

When I attended the viewing area I was surprised that about 30% of the viewers were women. But after thinking about it, I knew a lot of girls and women liked to watch guys jack off and cum. After I settled into my seat, I realized that the guys sitting on each side of me had their dicks out and were slowly stroking them. I looked around and although I couldn’t see everybody, it looked like half the guys in the viewing stand were jacking their cocks. This seemed kind of crazy because it cost way more to be in the viewing stand than it did to lay on one of the chaise lounges totally naked and beat your meat while being watched.

But I understood it after thinking about it. You were much less exposed just taking your dick out in the viewing stands than being totally naked and jacking off for up to sixty people watching.

The more I watched my two seatmates working over their cocks, the more my inhibitions started to fall away. And after about ten minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was already rock hard. My cock is pretty big and since it was fully hard, I knew I was going to have a helluva time getting it fished out through my fly. So I just said “Fuck it,” and slid my slacks and underwear down to my thighs and let the monster roam free.

I got some admiring looks and comments from my seatmates. My dick was substantially longer and thicker than either of theirs. I started to stroke my dick when one of the guys asked if I had paid for a 30 minute session or 45 minutes. I told him the full 45 minutes and he suggested I take it easy and just edge my dick making it last the full time period I paid for.

While slowly stroking my cock I watched the guys on display jacking their cocks. All thirty positions had somebody pumping away. Every few minutes a guy would cum and a cleanup girl would run to his position and starting wiping his dick and balls clean. As soon as she was finished, she would escort him to the changing room and his seat would be immediately filled by a new guy. Every once in a while one of those horny bastards would cum a second time while having his cock wiped clean.
Suzanna – I love to see guys jack their dicks and shoot their loads. My best girl friend told me about this place where I could pay some money and sit in a viewing stand and watch as many as thirty guys beating their meat. And it was all legal. So I had to check it out.

I didn’t really think it through and ended up arriving during a slack time. The evenings were best, I learned later, as every slot was filled. When I got seated, maybe half of the thirty chaise lounges had guys lying on them whacking away. Still seeing fifteen hard dicks being pounded was exciting. The viewing stand was also about half empty. But a couple of guys got up from the front row and left so I sat down in their spot. This was before you had to pay a premium and reserve a spot on the front row.

A good looking young kid sat down next to me. He had to be at least 18 to get in the place. I’m mid-thirties but am considered very attractive with a good body. The boy introduced himself as Stan and then proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It was only about half hard. I was a bit shocked as I really wasn’t expecting that something like that would happen. But then I looked around the viewing stand and most of the guys had their dicks out. Wow, I thought, this is going to be more interesting than I realized.

As Stan lazily stroked his penis, it started to enlarge and before long the kid was sporting the biggest dick I had ever seen and it looked so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

I’m pretty bold and don’t mince my words. I asked Stan if he planned to ejaculate and he replied that I could count on it. Then I asked where he planned to shoot his cum and he pulled out a large washcloth from his pocket and told me that when he entered and paid his fee they asked if he planned to jack off and when he said he was, they gave him the cloth to shoot into. He had two, one to shoot into and one to wipe down after.

I was really looking forward to watching him cum since he was sitting right next to me. So I had to divide my attention between the group on display whacking away on all those hard cocks and my boy Stan rubbing one out right beside me. Stan was in no hurry to spurt his load and during the time I was watching him, four of the guys on the display floor had orgasmed and been thoroughly mopped up by the cleanup girls. As they left, two new guys took two of the spots. None of the guys on the floor had a dick as appealing as Stan’s nor near as big. So I found myself focusing on his great looking dick.

He had paid for a 30 minute visit and when his time was almost up, he kicked his stroking up to another gear and really went to town. He was beating the hell out of that magnificent prick that by now was a bright red. The skin on the head was stretched so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

His dick did burst but not in that way. He held the washcloth in front of his dick and one of the most powerful cumshots I’ve ever seen blasted out, followed by many more. The jism just kept spurting out as he tried to capture as much as possible. He got most of it but some did drip onto the viewing stand foot rest. When he finally stopped cumming, he fell back, breathing hard and totally exhausted. I plucked the remaining clean washcloth from him and started to wipe the excess cum off of his dick.

I figured it was OK to do this as long as I didn’t do anything overtly sexual. I did roll his foreskin back and forth a few times to make sure I got all the semen wiped off. Finally he stuffed his wilted prick back in his pants, thanked me, and left. I was a little annoyed at his abrupt departure but did run into him at the place again and we traded phone numbers. I have had Stan visit me at my apartment a number of times and we’ve found many other uses for that terrific piece of meat he’s packing.

(Author’s Note – This is the final installment of this fantasy series.)

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Apology From 13-Year-Old Brother

(Note that while this memoir recounts interaction between two underage brothers, it should in no way encourage acting out with anyone below the legal age. Any such thoughts should remain only in your fantasy life. What many adults don’t realize is that even seemingly simple sexual acts with youngsters can have surprisingly strong, life-long, negative psychological consequences.)

Another story from a client. This boy is kind of a prodigy, and my youngest client.

Last year, when I was 15, my dang-blasted 13-year-old brother, who I love deeply, but who used to flummox me at every turn, borrowed the front quick release mechanism from my bike – and didn’t tell me. Later that day, I rode my bike out of the garage, got about 20 feet down the driveway, and crashed all over the place as my front wheel lodged sideways in the fork. I bruised the back of my right hand, but otherwise wasn’t really hurt. But I was mad. It took me like ten seconds to figure out what had happened.

I came gunning for Kent. I think I was actually planning to hurt him. The thought pains me now, but in that very moment, I was not feeling brotherly at all!

I found him in his bedroom playing Nintendo stark naked. It was a warm day, and my parents, who are actually rather wealthy, would not let us turn up the air conditioning. They are kind of funny about spending money.

Anyway… There he was in his room, nude as usual, as was our custom.

Our parents were fine with that. We’ve all seen each other naked many times, even with boners. Well, not my mother, of course. But Kent, I, and my dad have all sported wood at one time or another, and it’s fine.

My parents have had the ‘birds and bees’ talks with us, and I think they know I masturbate, which is OK with me, but kind of embarrassing to think about in a way.

I’ve never seen them do anything sexual, although I’m sure they must – in their bedroom or somewhere, I guess. They do hug and kiss a lot. I mean a real lot!

So Kent was there with his little hairless three-inch woodie sticking straight up from his cross-legged sitting position on the floor, looking kind of well, cute, innocent?

As I’ve done some times in the past when I have been mad at him, I melted. I couldn’t yell at him as I was planning. In fact, my mouth was already open, and I had been rehearsing some choice words as I stepped through his open doorway. But instead, I just showed him the small damage on the back of my hand without a word. He knew right away what had happened.

He said, “Oh, oh, I meant to tell you that I had borrowed that bike part.”

I don’t know if it was his erection and his all-smooth little self that did this to me, or just what, but I was somehow a bit horned up. And you know how you’ll make inappropriate jokes, or generally make a fool of yourself if you are too horny. So, foolishly, I said, “Kent, now I can’t jerk off,” even though the damage to my hand was insignificant.

I guess it wasn’t too embarrassing to say that, really. He had caught me in the act two or three times although he had never seen me actually ejaculate. And I had seen him playing with himself, although not actually masturbating in the classic sense. I don’t think he had ever really done that yet, and hadn’t been able to ejaculate.

Kent, being the little angel he is, immediately said, “Jamie, I apologize! And don’t worry about the jerking off problem. I’ll jerk you off!”

I was flabbergasted, not flummoxed, for a change! So I took off my shorts and climbed onto his bed.

I wasn’t concerned in the slightest about taking my shorts off in front of him. But, as I reclined on top of his bedspread, and started to get erect, I started to feel kind of ‘funny.’ I can’t quite explain it. It was some sort of cross between embarrassment and pride. Like, ‘should I be growing a boner in front of my little brother?’

But, I really liked the moment he wrapped his rather tiny hand around my dick. It immediately felt warm, and, well… right. I was proud of how large my penis was compared to his. I usually didn’t care much for the small tuft of dark brown hairs growing around the base of my penis, but in that moment, I was very happy for him to see the hairs up close.

He started squishing my balls around, and I had to tell him to stop that. It felt almost on the verge of pain, as he was squeezing just a bit too hard, even though I didn’t lose my erection in the slightest. Then, he started wanking me up and down, and I had to tell him to slow down. He thought he had to go like a hundred miles per hour. First of all, I wanted it to last at least a couple of minutes. But also, he was pulling on the skin too hard, and it kind of pinched. After I showed him what to do, he became an empathetic genius. It’s almost as if he naturally knew exactly how to make me feel just right.

I spurted much too soon. When I came, he was fascinated by my sperm as it poured out all over his small fist. I don’t think he had ever seen a real, live ejaculation up close, or at all. Perhaps on the Internet, I don’t know.

Then, I did him. I found his little marble-like testicles in his evenly patterned snow-white scrotum fascinating. I was worried about squeezing them too hard, but he actually wanted me to massage them rather firmly. His penis was surprisingly small, but also surprisingly solid. Also warm. I moved his slight foreskin (circumcised, like me) up and down gently at first, and eventually worked my way into full-on stroking.

Because his dick was so small, I didn’t wrap my fist around it, but rather held it between thumb and forefinger. This went on for a while, then he said ‘Oh, keep doing that!” He then squirmed around quite a bit. He didn’t cum, but I think he orgasmed. He said he did. He also said he had felt that once or twice before, but never as ‘excellent’ as that, as he called it.

At the time, I wasn’t even sure if he knew what an orgasm was. Was he faking, just to make me feel like I had done something good for him? Or, was he really feeling an honest-to-goodness orgasm? I really couldn’t tell.

Over the next few days, I became very curious about that. A few days later, very much wondering about his evident inability to produce sperm yet, I carefully crafted a conversation around what had happened, hoping I could somehow talk him into doing it again.

In like two seconds, he told me that he really wanted to do it again. Well, that was alright with me!

With him laying on top of his bedspread, I jerked him off while pressing my first two fingers against his perineum, the area between his anus and under his scrotum, and after a few minutes, while watching his face scrunch all up, I felt the contractions. That’s when I knew he was having as much fun as I was.

After he came, I smelled my fingers which had been so near his ass, and to my astonishment, they smelled sweet. A very nice smell.

We have since jerked each other off many times. We have learned much from ProWank, including about prostate massage, and have been practicing that. My parents have a strict Internet policy.

They say we can ‘study’ as much sex as we want on the Internet, but only from two sources. One is Wikipedia, the other is ProWank.

Although they’re too tight with money, we love our parents, so we pretty much always respect their wishes.

Regarding the prostate massage, at first we didn’t know that you should use some sort of oil, and so it was difficult at first, but still enjoyable. Now, we use coconut oil and we’re old pros at it. His ass still smells sweet, especially combined with the coconut oil.

Recently, Kent has developed like three hairs coming out of the intersection of his penis and lower belly above his little balls. He also sort of ejaculates now. Oh, it’s only one little clear drip, but it’s progress!

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Perfect Invention for Lesbians

I thought I came up with the perfect invention for lesbians and women with adventurous boyfriends, until my friend Spurtz told me it already exists.

The versions you can buy right now, one of which is shown above, are like strapless strap-ons. With the business end, you can penetrate your girlfriend’s pussy, or her anus, or your boyfriend’s anus, just like a strap on. But here’s where it gets interesting: You wear the other half inside your vagina, so while you’re thrusting, you get pretty much the same internal sensations a man would get. Not only that, but it appears to have a clit stimulator also.

Actually, I’m not clear whether the end you wear goes in your pussy or your anus. I would think pussy would be better and more realistic. Well, if this one isn’t right, there are several competing models on Amazon.

The version I invented was slightly different. I thought it might have inflatable components, so once inserted in yourself, you could pump it up for a super-snug fit. The other end could be separately inflated to maximize what your friend can accommodate.

The ones you can buy don’t do that, but I guess that’s not necessary. However, something I never thought of is what they do instead: They have integrated vibrators.

I believe some versions even have two separate vibrators, probably Bluetooth controlled, so you can feel one vibration intensity and pattern inside you, while your partner can experience a whole different sensation. If this version doesn’t do that, I’m guessing there are others on Amazon that do.

Have fun!



strapless strapon for lesbians and women with adventurous boyfriends
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Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish is our kind of hero!

In an April, 2024 interview with Rolling Stone, the famous singer she publicly stated some very bold things about her own interest in masturbation including:

“I should have a Ph.D. in masturbation.”

“Self-pleasure is an enormous, enormous part of my life, and a huge, huge help for me.”

“People should be jerking it, man. I can’t stress it enough, as somebody with extreme body issues and dysmorphia that I’ve had my entire life.”

She went on to talk about how she likes to get naked and wank in front of a mirror, “Partly because it’s hot, but it also makes me have such a raw, deep connection to myself and my body, and have a love for my body that I have not really ever had,” she said. “I got to say, looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking ‘I look really good right now’ is so helpful.”

“You can manufacture the situation you’re in to make sure you look good. You can make the light super dim, you can be in a specific outfit or in a specific position that’s more flattering. I have learned that looking at myself and watching myself feel pleasure has been an extreme help in loving myself and accepting myself, and feeling empowered and comfortable.”

What is Billie’s current sexual orientation?

“Dude, I’ve known people that don’t know their sexuality, or feel comfortable with it, until they’re in their forties, fifties, sixties.”

“I’ve been in love with girls for my whole life, but I just didn’t understand — until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina.”

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How We Managed Simultaneous Orgasm

My wife and I attempted simultaneous orgasm often, but never managed it early in our marriage. Of course we enjoyed practicing.

In time, we learned a couple of tricks that made simultaneous orgasm not only possible, but fairly easy to accomplish.

First, I had to overcome premature ejaculation. In time, I learned not only to hold off orgasm for a while, but to actually have dry orgasms, staying erect and aroused, and able to do it over and over again.

The second problem is that while my wife is very orgasmic in general, like many women she doesn’t often orgasm from ordinary intercourse. In the early years, after I’d cum in her, I would use my fingers or tongue to give her orgasms. We both enjoyed this very much.

Then, we figured out that she can orgasm from intercourse if we do it in doggie position. That means she’d get on her hands and knees, and I’d be on my knees behind her. Perhaps something about the angle of my penis within her in that position does the trick.

Putting the two together allowed us to reach our goal: Simultaneous orgasms.

One of the fringe benefits is that in the doggie position, I have a great view of her anus. When she orgasms, I see her asshole rhythmically contracting, which is a huge turn-on for me. If I’m otherwise going to be a bit late in orgasming, seeing that sends me over the edge.

See also Simultaneous Orgasm.