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Aquarium Tubing

aquarium tubing used for urethral play

I went to an auto supply store, and bought 2-foot (60cm) lengths of clear flexible plastic tubing in the following outside diameters: 1/8-inch, 3/16-inch; 1/4-inch (approx 6mm), 5/16-inch, 3/8-inch, and 1/2-inch (approx 12.5mm). The 1/4-inch tubing is very similar to the plastic tubing used to pump air into aquariums.

I rounded and polished the ends, sterilized them, sterilized my hands and the end of my penis, and started playing.

I didn’t even bother with the 1/8-inch tubing, starting right out with 3/16-inch. It went in nicely, although it could have been a bit more flexible. It took a little while to push it through my prostate and urinary sphincters. What a remarkable feeling it is to have your prostate area invaded like that!

I pulled it out, and went to the 1/4-inch. That went all the way in easily. I noticed that once it was in my bladder, I had a kind of shuddering effect. The pee would flow through the opening, then the tube would be pressed against the wall of my bladder, shutting off the flow. Then with the pressure off, the tube would float away, and once again pee would flow. This shuddering against the soft bladder wall happened at a rate I’d guess to be around 4 – 6 cycles per second.
Next came the 5/16 tubing. It was a big challenge getting it all the way into my bladder, but I managed it!

The 3/8 could only be put in about 7 inches, to about where my penis disappears into my body. It just would not go any further, and I wasn’t willing to risk injury.

All in all, the afternoon was tremendous fun. However, a few weeks later, playing with inflating my bladder with water, I gave myself a huge infection. I recovered after a week, but have decided none of that is worth the risk. I have found much better ways to have sexual pleasure and orgasms, such as described here: Advanced Male Masturbation

Weird Double Massage

Weird Double Massage

Every Thursday morning at 10am, I go to this woman. It started when my wife just lost interest in sex after our second child. I don’t know why. She’s too young for menopause. She just doesn’t enjoy sex anymore. Can you believe it?

She tried to please me anyway, and so started giving me handjobs nearly every night. But she was usually tired, and the handjobs were weak and didn’t last long. I mostly didn’t cum, so I’d have to rub myself to orgasm as she was falling asleep.

Needless to say, it wasn’t very satisfying. I was complaining about it to a guy at work who recommended I see his ‘massage therapist.’

“I don’t need any stupid massage therapist,” I blurted out in frustration.

“Oh, she’s much more than that.” he quietly retorted.

Like an idiot, I booked a session without knowing anything about her. I arrived at her very nice 3,000 square foot home and was led to a back bedroom by an adolescent boy.

“Zacky, where are your manners? Offer the man a drink,” the just starting to turn gray-haired mother told the boy.

“He said, would you like a Coke, water, coffee or tea?”

“Ah, no thanks.”

“That’s my son. He’s home from school today. Some sort of teacher’s conference.”

The boy left, and I didn’t see him again.

“I’m Marie,” she said, followed almost immediately by “Take your clothes off.”

She locked the door, explaining that we wouldn’t want her kids barging in. “They know what goes on in here, but still, they don’t always respect limits. They think everything’s an emergency, requiring my immediate attention.” She and I both laughed. Me, a bit nervously.

Marie wasn’t fat, and she wasn’t tall, but tending to both attributes. She had a sweet face, but I could tell she also had a non-nonsense commanding presence.

I’ve had a few massages in my life, so I had no trouble disrobing in front of her. Well, maybe a little trouble. I am kind of a private guy. The funny thing is the practitioners usually leave the room while a person disrobes. She just stood there making a bit of small talk about her two children, and asking me about mine.

She had me hop on her table, face down. The massage began, and she was good. Not great, and so I had no inkling as to why my co-worker thought she was more than a typical massage therapist.

It was interesting that she didn’t drape me. I rather liked that. It seems like an unnecessary inconvenience.

As she was working around my butt, she kept just brushing against the back of my scrotum, which was surprisingly delicious.

After only five minutes of rubbing the back of my legs, arms, neck, back and butt, she had me roll over. My penis was slightly hard, but I figured she’s seen that before. In fact, even though it’s just an ordinary six-incher, I was somehow proud for her to see it.

She did more than see it. She grabbed it. Firmly. I was like “Woah.” but didn’t actually say anything, as she started working it like modeling clay. Unlike modeling clay that gets soft when you work with it, my cock hardened fully in her hands within a minute.

Then she went to work on my balls. First, massaging them gently, then working up into a very firm massage. It was starting to hurt. I was kind of moaning, and it was almost turning into yelling.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” I answered.

“Too bad,” she replied with a small wicked laugh.

She continued squishing my balls back and forth in my scrotum between her fingertips like wet bars of soap.

“If it gets to be too much, use the safeword. The safeword is ‘spaghetti.’ But don’t use it lightly. If you say it, the massage ends, right then and there. Understood?”

She worked in silence for the next few minutes, continuing to squeeze my balls really hard. Oh, it hurt, but at the same time, in a way I can’t explain, I was loving it. I kind of wanted to see how much I could take. Plus it was really turning me on. I knew she couldn’t harm me. Balls are tough, like chicken gizzards. They don’t burst or anything, at least not just with finger pressure.

Finally, she let go. But that was just the beginning. She grabbed my extremely erect penis with one hand, and started rubbing the oiled palm of her other hand over the tip. Slowly, and firmly. I was immediately squirming. If you’ve never had that done, you need to get someone to do it to you. It’s an amazing tickle, something you really have to get away from, but delightful at the same time.

Evidently I was squirming too much, because she stopped, came up with these velvet rope like things, and tied my wrists and ankles to the table. She asked with her eyes whether it was OK, and I just nodded my head. I didn’t know this woman, but I did trust her.

She resumed the glans rubbing, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, over and over again.

I felt myself release an involuntary bit of pee. She said “That happens sometimes.”

The thought of what I just did, of how it was involuntary was too much. I was in such an unusual sexual situation that I lost control and started cumming right in her hands. It was one of the strongest ejaculations I’ve ever had.

Any normal person would just stop at that point, knowing that when a guy is done, he’s done. She kept going, and I discovered the squirming I had been doing was only ten percent of the squirming I was doing now. And yelling, laughing, and just going crazy. I kept thinking one thing: There was no way I was going to say ‘spaghetti.’ But, I did. And just as Marie promised, the massage ended immediately.

That was my first session. I’m wealthy enough to afford $100 every week, so I just told her to block out every Thursday morning for me.

After a few weeks, I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret from my wife. The way I introduced it was a bit underhanded. I told her one evening after one of her less-than-ideal handjobs, that it wasn’t satisfying me, and if she wasn’t going to be more involved sexually, I’d find an outside outlet. I went on to assure her that I wouldn’t fuck anyone, it’s just that I’d find a happy ending massage practitioner or something. Of course, I had already found that practitioner and had been seeing her for weeks.

My wife cried, she carried on, but in the end, she relented. I think she knew sex of some sort was so important to me that it would be necessary to save our marriage. Not that we were in any real trouble. I love her with all my heart and will always take care of her.

After the next session, my wife wanted a blow-by-blow description. I could see she was starting to get horny, which had become quite unusual for her. I suggested we go to bed, even though I was quite satisfied at the moment. Still, I didn’t want to miss out on any possible opportunity to have real sex again. But no, she wasn’t sufficiently horned up for that.

Now, on Thursday mornings, I leave my home office with my wife’s blessing. I think she knows Marie is taking the pressure off her for my sexual outlet.

I arrived last week to a total surprise. Marie greeted me at the door, and introduced me to Hank, her husband as we walked through her large living room. I never even thought about her personal life. Of course there’d be a man in it, she had kids after all. I probably assumed she was divorced.

Hank is a tall, and strongly-built man with graying hair on the slightly long side. Maybe he’s graying prematurely or maybe he’s older than he looks. He has a kind of boyish, well-tanned face. He is a contractor who still does most of his own framing carpentry. He’s home a lot during the winter months.

Marie asked whether I’d like a massage from her, or from Hank. I was shocked. She explained that many of her clients like getting their massages from her husband, and that he enjoys giving the massages from time to time. Internally, I was like “No way.” But was I really? I was immediately attracted to the strangeness of the situation. The naughtiness. The idea of a man handling my junk. That hadn’t happened since my adolescent years, and even then, it was another boy, not a man. I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Yes, this was an experience I had to try. Hank was smiling at me. I smiled back.

I was rather nervous as I took my clothes off. I mean, he was a big guy, he might squeeze my balls too hard or something. He went to work, and I was actually shivering with fear. Or maybe it was anticipation, or delight. I don’t know. He started out more gently than his wife. But he did get pretty intense. Oh, nothing horrible, but it did get me orgasmic pretty quickly. I was worried that I’d cum too soon, and things would be over.

Just as I reached the point of no return, he stopped. He just let go of my penis. It was too late. The pumping feeling started up, and after a moment, as I was looking down at my rock-hard cock laying against my stomach, a drop of white cum came out. But only one drop. That was weird.

Hank picked up my penis, and went back to work. He wasn’t glans-rubbing me like his wife normally does. He was doing a whole bunch of other things, like pulling hard on my frenulum. Really hard. Again, the contractions started, and again, he let go. The orgasm was building slowly. My penis pulsed several times, and a couple more drops of cum came out. Again he went back to work. All in all, I came three times. The last was a crashing super-orgasm in which I released all the rest of my cum. Afterward, he kept going. He was basically jerking me off after I had fully come. I could hardly stand it, but was reluctant to say the safeword. I never wanted this to end, yet I did go through that change in which one wants it to end. My silly penis stayed erect, which used to never happen to me after cumming. I was squirming way too much, actually hurting my arms, so finally I said “spaghetti.”

Marie and Hank have asked whether I’d like a double-session. Not one twice as long. I don’t think I could handle that. They want to work on me together. She told me that while’s he’s working me on the outside, she’ll be working me on the inside. I don’t know what it means, but I’m really looking forward to finding out. The price will be twice as high, but I’m sure it will be worth it.

36-Inch Flexible Dildo

36-inch dildo pressed into friend's anus

I have a friend that I play with from time to time. We usually just jerk each other off, but he does like anal play – a lot. I on the other hand, am not much into anal at all. Or, I should say I don’t like things stuck in me. But I do enjoy sticking things in my wife, and in my occasional male friends.

Usually, he likes ordinary dildos and things a few inches long. We have also experimented with fisting, and on a couple of occasions, I have gotten my whole hand into his rectum. He wants me to go farther, but I find he has a restriction about ten inches (25cm) in that I cannot get past.

One day, he showed me his new 36-inch (90cm) flexible rubber dildo. To give you some perspective, a typical man’s pants are only 31 inches in length.

He wanted me to put that in him. I was skeptical, and worried about physical injury. Still, he wanted it.

Se I lubed him and his dildo and went to work. He laid on his back with his knees up, and I started pushing it in. At about a third of the way, it was going nicely. At two-thirds, he had me stop a couple of times. He said it didn’t hurt, but he had to get used to the feeling. I resumed. It seemed stuck. I pulled back a little bit, then pushed forward again. It continued to enter him. There’s no doubt it was well into his transverse colon.

We kept playing, and finally, I was holding the last two inches (5cm). All the rest was in his large intestine.

He couldn’t see what I was doing, so he asked, and I told him how far it was in. That excited him. His penis, which had been semi-hard the whole time became like a flagpole. He wanted me to push in further. All the way in. I thought that was irresponsible. Like, what if he couldn’t push it back out? Something short in the rectum can be pushed out, but that long? I had my doubts. But I was willing to go another inch. I believe the far end was right up against his appendix, because that last inch was impossible.

He said he wasn’t feeling any pain, but his physiology told me otherwise. He was kind of wincing. So, ever so slowly, I pulled the whole thing out. As I was doing so, he rubbed his own penis to a fantastic orgasm.

In fairness to you, dear reader, I should point out that a year later this fellow was hospitalized for a serious intestinal problem having to do with an overzealous enema. So, it turns out there are limits to sexual play that should be regarded. Over the years, I have found many ways to have fantastic orgasms without taking any health risks.

Like Shaolins

I attend a dojo where I’m learning to be a protector. I’d like to be strong, and able to defuse any altercation, even if my physical participation is required.

Fortunately our sensei, our instructor, is like-minded. He strongly believes in violence only in defense, never in offense.

To that end, we work not only on physical feats that would help us in a fight, but also NVC – Non-Violent Communication. Sensei is also very open-minded, always willing to explore new techniques.

Our dojo is in an old school building. Some of the other classrooms used to be for other adult education, such as pottery making and GED. These days, the only tenant left in the building is our dojo. We have the whole building to ourselves including the gym and showers.

It started before I came to the school. What I’m talking about is that after our sessions, we all shower together. We’ve all become good friends and so the communal showers are wonderful. They’re freeing. So much so that some of us will masturbate while sitting on the benches in the locker room and conversing.

I was delightfully shocked when I first saw it. In my first couple of weeks there, I was hanging out in the locker room, naked like the other guys. I had already learned that it was OK to be erect among the sensei and the other students, since I had seen several of them in that state. But on that day, I was talking with George about motorcycles or something, and as he was sitting there, he started idly stroking his erection. Right in front of me and the other people there!

Pretty soon, he drifted out of the conversation, in his own little world, and as the others of us continued our conversations, he tightened up, grunted, and sprayed sperm on the floor. The other guys didn’t pay any attention at all, other than a smile or two in George’s direction.

It took months before I was comfortable doing what George did in the locker room. But, once I finally felt free enough to do so, I was doing it all the time, and even did a bit of mutual jacking with some of the guys.

Sensei showed us YouTube videos from time to time of Shaolin monks and others who we aspired to emulate. One time, he showed us a video that included the monks hitting each other in the balls to toughen up that vulnerable area.

We discussed it a little in class, but later in the shower, we all discussed it in more detail. We decided that might be a good idea. All of us naked guys started playfully punching and lightly kicking each other in the balls. We got a little bolder, and started hitting each others balls harder until it started to hurt. A great time was had by all, and most of use were erect. Needless to say, all of us sat on the benches and had a nice circle jerk to end the evening. We repeated variations of this on many occasions. No one seems to have developed any more resistance to ball busting except for Sensei. I don’t know how he does it, but we can hit him in the balls pretty damn hard, and he doesn’t even wince.

Someone came up with the crazy idea of glans rubbing. Based on a Japanese technique called kitohzeme, also known as ‘apple polishing,’ we decided that the ability to withstand great discomfort is good for us.

To work on this technique, we have an old massage table in the locker room. We’ll take turns getting on the table, and being rubbed by another member of the group. The basic idea is that the guy on the table will be made erect. Then, oil is applied to the tip of his penis. The oil is also applied to the palm of one of the hands of the person who is going to administer the treatment. The administrator then wraps the fingers of one hand around the shaft of the recipient’s penis, and rubs that oiled palm over the tip of his penis.

If you’ve never had that done, you’re in for a real treat. Or, maybe it’s not a treat. It all depends on your perspective. It’s a crazy, horrible tickle sort of feeling. The man receiving the treatment will squirm and yell, and try to get away. Therefore, others in the group surround the massage table and hold him down.

At first, we used safewords. If a guy felt it was just too much, he could say ‘stop’ or something, to end the torment. Then, we decided since there’s no physical danger – you can’t get damaged, that we’d put an end to the use of safewords.

Well, there is one danger. One must use sufficient oil to avoid chaffing the glans. That’s sort of like sunburn. It can take a few days to heal. But with sufficient lubrication, it could potentially last all day without any harm whatsoever.

So anyway, we’ve taken to doing this to each other. Eventually, the torturous nature of the treatment changes into something more calm. After three or four minutes, it starts to feel really, really nice. It’s kind of a combination of a tickle, a gotta pee feeling, and a gonna cum feeling, but generally, we don’t ejaculate or urinate.

We have all done it at times, and we have all received it. Some are better at withstanding this torment than others.

However, I’ve seen all sorts of outcomes. Some guys will suddenly, involuntarily release urine. Some will cum. Most will stay dry, so to speak, but will endure the effect only with lots of yelling, laughing and carrying on. A few, like Sensei, and I’m proud to say, myself, can take it in total silence. Oh, sure we twist hard against the people holding us down, and we wince, making all sorts of interesting faces, but he and I can stay silent.

A few months ago, two college women wanted to join our dojo. The two of them were recently written up in our city newspaper for having apprehended a man who assaulted another man and stole his money. Evidently, without knowing any self-defense techniques, they managed to kick the shit out of the robber.

We discussed admitting them to the dojo with Sensei, and mutually decided that it would be sexist and just plain mean not to let them join. Besides, they were our kind of people: Protectors.

The issue, the elephant in the room, was what to do about our locker room situation. I swear, more good things came from the hour in the locker room after class than during class itself.

Sensei decided to take the matter head on. He informed the two women exactly what we do after class, and let them know they were invited. He also instructed all of us that nothing overtly sexual should happen. No one was to penetrate anyone’s anything with the exception of fingers. Those, we could put anywhere, with the recipients’ permission. It was good he had mentioned penetration, because there had been some joking and kidding around about anal sex, and no doubt it might have started happening among us guys if not regulated.

To my absolute delight, the two young women joined us young guys in our locker room activities. And, they fit right in! Whereas we guys were experimenting with ballbusting, the girls found that being kicked in the vagina was in ways similar. Just like with us guys, it was more play kicking. No one really hurt another guy’s balls, and of course we were gentle with the women. Too gentle. It took a little demonstration of one woman walloping the other really quite strongly for us to understand that we weren’t really hurting them.

As to the glans rubbing, the girls loved doing it to us. On the other hand, we’re still working on ways to give them something similar to ‘enjoy.’ So far, we’ve figured out that vaginal and anal stretching can have the desired effect. Now, us guys are stretching each other’s assholes as well with various numbers of fingers being inserted. That’s interesting, but not the same as glans rubbing. When done just right, rubbing a clitoris with fingertips seems to be somewhat similar. Another technique that seems to work is to put two fingers in a girl’s vagina, curl them forward, and rub the front wall fairly firmly. The problem is this rubs their g-spots, and so rather than being particularly hard to take, at least beyond the first minute, it gives them orgasms, and they just love it.

We’re just now figuring out something new. The girls helped us to come to this understanding. As you know, once a guy cums, his mood changes, and he’s all done. It’s the same with some, but not all, women. Therefore, post-orgasm stimulation can be very hard to take. You guessed it, we’re now learning to be strong when presented with post-orgasm stimulation.

Just Smile

sexually assaulted in high school

My dad was transferred once again, and so once again, I was the new boy.

It doesn’t help that I’m slim and small. Being studious isn’t great for my social life either. I mean, school is free. You might as well take as much as you can get!

So starting at this new school, the first three days were typical. No attempts at teasing yet. The kids had to figure out who I was. They always take a few days to find out what you’re like before they start in.

Then the fourth day…

It was in the main hallway between classes. Two big guys came up, all smiles, pretending they wanted to be friends. I knew something was coming. At minimum, they’d throw my notebook down on the floor. But it might be worse. Maybe a slushy to the face like in Glee. Maybe punches to the stomach. Well they could try, but with three years of mixed martial arts lessons, they might find themselves flying against the wall instead. It’s happened before.

It took only a moment to figure out what these two idiots had planned. They tried pulling down my pants in front of everyone. My belt prevented that, so one of them actually fiddled with my belt buckle until it came loose. Then my pants were down. The other guy, probably a secretly gay kid, immediately pulled down my underwear.

So there I was in the crowded hallway with my privates exposed to like a hundred boys and girls, and I suppose a couple of teachers, too.

What does one do in such a situation? I don’t know what someone else might do, but what I did is I smiled. Then, I started touching my penis. I only had time to bring myself to a half erection in front of everyone, as I saw two teachers rapidly approaching.

I figured I was in trouble, but it was worth it. I pulled up my pants and the two teachers escorted me to the office. Of course. What else could they do?

Nothing was said about my little semi-masturbation demonstration. Actually, I had in mind to be discrete about it, so no one could really say whether I was masturbating, or just maybe sort of trying to, well, I don’t know, maybe take care of an itch or something.

I was all set for a lecture. Maybe they’d phone my dad, even. Nope. They were all over me like worried relatives. They realized I was the victim here. They knew the boys who had accosted me, and said that ‘justice would be served.’ I was sent on to my next class.

Days later, my status was affirmed. I had girls and guys surrounding me, wanting to invite me to their homes, to have me join their clubs, and so on.

The two boys who had stripped me were gone for a few days. I suppose they were suspended. When they returned, the one who took down my underwear apologized profusely. Then, putting his face very close to mine, he whispered, “You have a nice looking cock.” I have a feeling I’ll be seeing more of him, and I’m kind of looking forward to it. It would not be the first time I’ve masturbated with another guy. Maybe he’ll even suck me off. He owes me at least that much.

Involuntary Urination

I met this woman on the bus. My car was in the shop. So was hers. We got to talking. I was immediately drawn to her. She was a couple years younger than me, an upwardly mobile professional like I am, and she was, I have to say, very good-looking. I’m not much to look at, and not all that great as a conversationalist so I was surprised she seemed to be enjoying our little chat.

My stop came, and she hurriedly handed me a scrap of paper. I knew it was her phone number, and I was more than a little surprised.

Like a damn fool, I let five days slip away before I got up the balls to call her. I almost didn’t even then, because I was thinking it was probably too late. I mean a good-looking lass like that, no way she’d stay unattached for more than a day or two, right?

Then too, she probably had a guy already. But why, then, did she hand me her phone number?

So, very reluctantly, I called. My voice sounded little on the phone while she sounded great. She seemed truly delighted that I called.

We dated several times. At the end of each date, I was super-horny, but didn’t want to press forward too quickly, so sex was completely off the table.

On what I think was our seventh date, she’s the one who put it back on the table, but weirdly.

“I like torturing guys.”

I was like, “Huh?”

“I want to tell you something. Please don’t take it the wrong way. If you don’t understand my little, um… interest, then that’s OK, but…”

My curiosity was killing me, but she started three or four sentences, and didn’t complete any of them. I noticed her cheeks were flushed. What in the world could she be trying to say?

Finally, she blurted it out: “I have this thing I do. It’s not sexual. Oh, well, maybe it is…”

Then she fucking stopped again. Geez! I just sat there, probably looking like a stupid clod, waiting for her to tell me.

“OK,” she broke the silence. “So, don’t think badly of me, but I learned this from my brother. He used to love it, and I’ve since done it with all the guys I’ve met. Oh, don’t get the wrong idea, it’s just been like with maybe five other guys…”

Again, silence. I prompted, “Go on, you’re killing me!”

“So when I did it with Sammy, that’s my brother, he loved it, and every guy I’ve done it with loved it too. I like to tie a guy to a bed or, well, now I have a massage table in my apartment, and then I rub the tip of his dick, his glans, with the palm of my hand.”

I didn’t get it. I’d never had that done, so it didn’t sound like much of anything. I must have looked as dumbfounded as I was.

“Well, we’re getting pretty close now. Would you like me to do it to you?”

I have to tell you, that’s the weirdest come-on I’ve ever heard, and I’ve seen a lot of movies.

I really wanted to get sexual with this woman, so I said, “Sure, I guess so.”

I figured I could put up with whatever-the-fuck it was, and then we’d screw, and a good time would be had by all, right?

She looked like she had one more thing to say. Then she just came right out and crushed me. “But I don’t like sex. I don’t want to have sex. I think it’s dirty, and it’s just not for me.”

Did I look crushed? I must have because she quickly added, “Oh, but you’ll have an orgasm. I just loving doing this thing I do, then giving handjobs to my guys. Can you accept me for who I am?”

I figured any sort of sex was better than no sex, which is exactly what I’d been having for quite a long time now, other than fucking my own hand, so I said, “Sure.”

We arranged for me to come over that night. I know this is weird, but I was literally shivering a little as I rung her doorbell. It wasn’t cold. It’s just that I had made a date to do a very weird thing, and I didn’t quite know what it was, with a woman who frankly, I didn’t know all that well yet.

She answered, looking beautiful. She was wearing a kimono. I hadn’t expected that. We had a glass of wine. Actually, sparkling apple juice. One of the things I found attractive about her is she doesn’t drink.

So, anyway, after some small talk in which we were both evidently trying to avoid the elephant in the room, and yet get started with this elephant, she finally just said, “Come into my second bedroom, take off all your stuff, and jump up on my massage table. I’ll take care of the rest.”

How does one strip in front of a woman, just like that? I mean, this evening was off to a very strange start. But she just stood there staring at me. Slowly, I took off my shoes, then my socks. She seemed in a hurry to get to the good stuff, so as I was unbuttoning my shirt, she reached in and undid the last two buttons.

I hesitated before I undid my belt, but as I finally did, she pulled down my zipper. I practically stumbled out of my pants. Weirdly, when you get out of your pants at home, you just step out, right? But with her watching, I practically fell over.

I was down to my underwear. I knew the only course of action that was right for the situation. I mean, what was I going to do, throw everything back on, and go screaming out of her apartment? Besides I was quite horny. I’m not sure why. Nothing like this had ever happened before. My experience with all the women that I had known, well, three women altogether, is that we’d turn out the lights, we’d strip together, get quickly under the blankets, I’d put on a condom, and away we’d go. Finally, boldly, I threw off my underpants.

She asked me whether I’d mind having my wrists and ankles tied to the table. That really set me back. Who was this woman, really? Could she be trusted? After a moment of hesitation, I decided she was safe. Still, I asked for a safeword.

First, she told me I wouldn’t need one. Nothing she was going to do would be harmful. Still, I wanted my word, so she said, “OK, if you say ‘kittycat,’ I’ll stop immediately.

She had me lay on the table. It was crinkly. There was a sheet of plastic under the bedsheet on the table. She went from corner to corner tying my wrists, then my ankles.

Remember, I was stark naked, and now totally helpless, in front of this beautiful woman in a kimono, and trying desperately to tell myself that as weird as this situation was, it was going to be OK. In fact, I was somehow expecting… I don’t know what, but it was having an effect on me. As she tied my last ankle, I noticed that my penis was rock hard.

That was embarrassing. I don’t know quite why, but somehow, being naked, tied down, and with an erection was just so super-crazy!

She grabbed my penis and started stroking me very softly and gently. I was about to tell her I’d cum if she kept that up, when she stopped.

She dipped her fingers into a little container of Vaseline, then spread it on the palm of one hand, announcing, “This is where it gets crazy. You’ll squirm, you’ll yell, but you’ll be OK.”

Suddenly, it was too much. Too insane. I wanted out of there. I wanted to just be home watching a nice movie or something. But I didn’t tell her. There was another component of me that was really, really looking forward to whatever was going to happen. I’ve been a rather straight, conservative guy my whole life, so to be this far out of my comfort zone, was a real adventure. Or so I was telling myself at that moment.

She grabbed my penis, wrapping her fingers around the shaft with one hand. That felt nice. Then, she started rubbing that greasy palm of her hand over my glans. Just like she had predicted, within a couple of seconds I was squirming and yelling. I was going crazy. I had no idea what was happening. No one had ever done anything like that to me before. It was the most horrible tickle-like feeling in the world. It was also wonderful. I can’t explain it. My body wanted to get away. It was a torture test, but a test I wanted to win. And, after a few minutes, I was starting to win. The feeling was dying down. I wasn’t squirming as much. Instead of pure horrible tickle, it was starting to feel like I might cum. And pee. Come to think of it, the pee feeling was winning. That was kind of odd, because I had peed only a few minutes before coming to her apartment.

Then, it happened. I felt myself let go. She kept rubbing as if it wasn’t happening, but it was. I was peeing all over the place. There was nothing I could do about it. Purely involuntary. At one point, as her palm momentarily cleared away from my peehole, urine squirted onto my face. A little of the salty juice got in my mouth. I did the only thing I could do. I swallowed it. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be.

She just kept going, and the next thing I knew, I was orgasming. I hadn’t done anything to cause that to happen. It was just like naturally happening. It was also the strongest and longest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

We’ve done it a few times since. My girlfriend is quite weird. She’s never asked for reciprocation. I’ve offered every time. This girl doesn’t even like kissing. I’m a bit disappointed in a way that we’ve never fucked, and the only kissing is quick and perfunctory, but I’m so satisfied with the whole squirmy involuntary pee thing, and with her company in general, that I think I’m going to marry her.

Lately, she’s been taking it a step further, which I didn’t think I’d much care for, but now I’m loving it. She gives me what she calls ‘POT,’ post-orgasm torture. After I cum, she just keeps going, until my dick goes soft. The worst part is it stays hard for quite a while afterward. I guess it’s the ongoing stimulation. It’s very hard to take, but I love it.

Ickiest Thing

The ickiest thing: fisting another man's butt

I was recently asked about what was the ickiest sexual thing I have done.

I once put my whole hand in another man’s butt.

He was a friend. We had jerked each other off several times. He’d ask for anal fisting now and then, and I’d always decline. He kept practically begging, and finally, I caved.

He put some very viscous fluid in his microwave to warm it. He said it was some sort of veterinary liquid. It was clear, had no odor, and was very thick and slippery.

He got on all fours while I coated a finger in the slippery goo. I slowly introduced my finger into his anus. That wasn’t so bad. I’ve joyously put my finger in many female and male asses in my time. I’ve always enjoyed the tight feeling around my finger, especially when they are orgasming.

I pulled it out slowly, and went in with two fingers. I massaged his prostate gland for a while, which he was loving. A few drops of semen dripped out of his erect penis. I’ve learned this is natural. From compressing the prostate, where semen is stored, it will naturally be expelled.

My penis was also erect, but I ignored it.

I withdrew the two fingers, and put in three – ever so slowly. That went well, so I put in four. His anus was becoming relaxed.

Now was the time to go for the big event. I coating my whole hand with goo. Then, just in case we were successful, I also coated my lower arm half way to my elbow.

Slowly, very slowly, I pressed and twisted, and soon all five fingers were within him. He had me stop for a while to get used to it. When he was ready, I pushed and twisted some more, and felt his anus expanding to take my whole hand. Finally, I made it all the way in. He was in heaven. I just held still for a bit, then decided to go exploring. I pushed in farther, which was easy now, since the bulk of my hand was past his sphincter. I found a constriction about ten inches in that curved off to one side. I believe this is where the rectum meets the large intestine. He was wincing and going ‘ouch’ now and then, but he wanted me to push on. Finally, I was about 12 inches in with my fingers worked in around the curve, and as far as I could go. Or at least as far as I could safely go, in my opinion. I was worried that I could actually burst or damage his colon.

We had seen videos where you see a man on all fours like my friend was, but the other man’s arm is buried inside almost to the shoulder. In other videos, you’ll see a man on his back, and you can watch a bump move around within his stomach area, pressing upward against the abdominal wall, all the way up to the rib cage.

We weren’t able to accomplish that. I was happy with my 12 inches. In fact, I pulled back out a little bit so I could do some exploring. I figured I might be able to feel his kidneys, stomach, spleen and liver from within there. I imagined doing this to a woman, and finding and gently massaging her ovaries. Would that be as delicious for her as testicle massage is for us guys? I was thinking how fun it would be to get my fingers around his bladder and give it a little squeeze. I’ll bet that would be interesting if it had some fluid in it. But the definition of what I could feel inside him wasn’t very good. It was all just squishy feeling, except for his backbone.

After a while, he expressed doneness, so I very slowly removed my hand. It was difficult for him to expand enough for me to get the widest part of my hand back out, but of course we managed it. I figure anything that goes in can come out.

I went into his bathroom expecting the worst. I figured I’d be covered in poop. But no, I was clean as a whistle except for the goo on my hand and arm. However, that stuff wasn’t particularly water-soluble, so it took forever to wash it off. BTW, I should mention too, that there was never any odor. It seems my friend had given himself an enema before my arrival, for which I was very thankful.

In conclusion, while anal fisting isn’t something I’d want done to me, and I’m not particularly a fan of doing it, it made my friend very happy. I did stay erect the whole time, so I must have enjoyed it more than I’ll admit. He and I jerked each other off afterward.

Shortly after that day, I moved out of town, so we never repeated the experience. I’m not sure I would have if he had asked.

I believe this practice is highly dangerous. I present this account only for your amusement, and strongly caution you not to try it yourself. I actually met a guy who had undergone a colostomy from giving himself a high-pressure enema, so accidents, horrible accidents, can happen. I’m not sure how strong the rectum and large intestine are, but since there are so many other and fun ways to have fun and give yourself orgasms, I recommend those instead.

Horrible Handjob

Horrible handjob

I became s seriously interested in ‘glans blame.’ That’s one of the names for the activity in which someone rubs the palm of their hand over a man’s glans, the tip of his penis.

I’ve posted on this topic before, but here’s a different version, a different memoir.

If you’ve never had it done, you’re in for either a treat, or a terror. It starts off as a kind of severe tickle that you can’t stand. It’s so bad you can’t do it to yourself. You won’t stand for it.

Ideally, you’ll be tied down so you can’t squirm away. This tickle is really difficult to accommodate, yet it is harmless. It’s not some kind of extreme sexual play in which a person could become injured.

When I was a kid, I found a darkroom timer in the trash. I didn’t know what it was, but it worked, and could set it for a number of minutes and seconds. It would run and then beep when the amount of time was reached. The neighbor kid and I played a game in which we’d set it for a specific amount of time, then we’d rub the other guy’s glans until the timer beeped. First it was like 30 seconds, but then we worked up to seven minutes each.

For the first couple of minutes, you really can’t stand the feeling. It’s a real challenge. You continue with it only to see how much you can take.

Then you start getting used to it and it changes. It becomes sort of a cross between a ‘gotta pee’ feeling and a ‘gonna cum’ feeling. There’s nothing else quite like it. Generally, neither happens, but sometimes, the kid or I would lose it and involuntarily pee. Sometimes the urine would just be a little squirt amounting to a few drips. Sometimes it was like opening a faucet. Every now and then one of us would cum, but that was rare. We’d stay in a sort of pre-orgasmic state. Really quite nice. Of course, after the glans rubbing, we’d have the the other guy stroke us to a beautiful orgasm.

Fast forward to the day I posted an ad specifically requesting glans rubbing. I was specifically looking for someone would give me some good, solid glans rubbing. I was sure I wanted that.

A guy answered my post. We emailed back and forth a few times. I determined that he was safe.

I got to his house. After a bit of small talk, he had me take off my clothes, while he remained clothed. He said he didn’t want any attention, this was all for me.

There are guys like that in the world. They just love playing with dick, and yet, they don’t need, don’t even want reciprocation. Maybe they have body dysmorphia and don’t want to be seen. Perhaps they think their penis is too small. If only they knew: It doesn’t matter. They could be played with by people who would appreciate their idiosyncrasies. In this case, I was delighted. What an offer: To be played with, without having to play back.

So, in our emails, I let the guy know exactly what I wanted: Very lightly fondle my balls and my dick until I become hard. Put some oil on his hands. Then start in on the glans rubbing. For those who don’t know, the ‘tickle’ is even worse with oil than dry. You’d think it would be the opposite. But the main thing is that the oil prevents chaffing, something I discovered with my neighbor as a boy.

There was to be no safeword. After all, this is not like testicle squeezing or fisting, where there’s any real danger.

So, I get on the guy’s bed all naked. I was soft. You’d think I’d start right out with a raging erection, but no, it takes me a while to get erect with a new guy. Maybe it’s because in my younger years, I was in places where having an erection in front of someone would be a bad thing. Like boys’ locker rooms, or conservative nude beaches. So, I’ve subconsciously learned to keep it soft at first.

The guy started in. But he didn’t start out with gentle touching. He just grabbed my soft dick and started pumping up and down. It hurt. I had to tell him to stop, and start out more gently. For a moment he complied, then he resumed wildly jerking me off. I became resigned to what he wanted to do. It stopped hurting and I did become erect after a short while.

The minute I was fully erect, he started in on the glans rubbing. He didn’t hold back. He was rubbing with long, firm strokes. It was terrible! I had dreamed of a sweet but somewhat gentle torture. Instead this was the real deal. It was unbearable! I was squirming all over the place.

The major part of me wanted to tell him to slow down, or take off the pressure, or just plain stop. But I was reminding myself that this was what I came for, and the intensity was what I had thought I wanted. I had been hoping for a very intense session. Now that my dream was coming true, it was more of a nightmare.

It was excruciating. I can’t remember clearly, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t having fun. Well, maybe, part of me was enjoying it. Maybe the part that had fantasized about how nice it was going to be. Well, was it nice? I wasn’t so sure.

After a couple of minutes, the feeling did settle down. Now, I was starting to enjoy the guy’s ministrations, and true to my previous experiences, it became less of a horrible tickle, and more of the slow welling up of a gunna cum feeling. The pre-orgasmic feeling got stronger.

I said, “I’m gonna cum,” thinking he may quit rubbing with his palm and stroke me to a nice finish.

But no, he suddenly increased the speed and pressure. The intensity returned. In fact, It was starting to fucking hurt! At the same time, it was sexually amazing, and I did ejaculate. That moment was actually nice.

He kept going as if nothing different was happening, my cum adding to the lubrication. The orgasm was short lived. He rubbed on, still with greater speed and intensity. I was done in that way that all guys know: After you cum, you immediately don’t want any more sexual attention. I said “stop.”

He kept going. The tip of my penis was starting to sting. I yelled, “STOP!” He kept going. Finally, I was so sure I had had enough that I pulled up really hard and got off the bed, immediately throwing my clothes back on. I thanked him, and left as soon as I could.

Once home, I took a look at my dick. There was redness on the tip. He had chaffed me, even with the oil. It took a few days to heal, during which jerking off had to be done carefully so it wouldn’t hurt.

In retrospect, I enjoyed the experience in a sort of perverse way. I would never go back to that guy because he really didn’t communicate well. He didn’t do it the way I had expressed that I wanted. It was seriously too intense. But, I have done that with a few guys since then, and it has worked out much better. With the other guys, except for one, I reciprocated. I did it more gently of course, monitoring their responses so I knew they were having a good time. Most did love the glans rubbing. Some didn’t, so I just switched to testicle massage, jerking them off, whatever they wanted.

My wife will do it for me sometimes, but she’s usually too gentle. She thinks she’s hurting me. I cannot manage to express to her that I love the intensity.

Orgasm Without Ejaculating

Learning the Art of High and Low Orgasm

I have brought up this subject before. I believe it’s so important that I’ll talk about it again. Practice and Enjoy!

My wife has lost interest in sex. Still, she often gives me wonderful edging handjobs, and something I particularly enjoy: testicle massage. Often I don’t cum, and that’s fine with me. One can learn to really revel in the feeling of an erection that someone else is fondling, without absolutely needing to cum at the end. In fact, on more than one occasion, I have fallen asleep while she is ‘doing’ me.

But this isn’t about that. The other night, I woke around 2 in the morning. Something was worrying me at the time, although I don’t recall what it was now. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

So, while she slept next to me, I brought my hands down to my scrotum, and just idly manipulated it between my fingertips, sometimes massaging the balls themselves, but mostly just the scrotum. In time, I became erect. That was my signal to get more serious.

I started wanking, and brought myself to that pre-ejaculatory state. You may not know that state like I do. With practice, I’ve learned how to not only approach orgasm, but actually remain in orgasm without ejaculating. I can do it for minutes at a time. I’ve taken to calling it ‘low orgasm.’ It’s absolutely wonderful in it’s own right. Now most guys will be unable to resist the urge to cum just seconds after entering low orgasm. They may not even recognize that they went through that stage. But believe me, when you learn it, you’ll love it.

There’s also a state I call ‘high orgasm.’ This is like ‘low orgasm’ but you actually start having urethral pulsing. Actual contractions, but nothing comes out. Or, sometimes, a single drop of cum will come out, and you can then keep going. You don’t lose your erection with low or high orgasm, and can potentially go on for hours. In reality, you usually fall back off the edge after a couple of minutes, or on a good day, after several minutes, but can get right back into low orgasm in a minute or so.

If you’re like me when you fall off the edge, you can bring yourself back, or you might be satisfied for a while. Sometimes after being in low or high orgasm for a while, I’m just done. Satisfied without having ejaculating.

If you’re like a lot of men, you may not even believe this. How can one be satisfied having been so close to ejaculating, and then not actually cumming? We’ll I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself. Heck, you may not even believe all this stuff I’m telling you about being in long-lasting orgasms. You may not think it’s possible. Well it is! It certainly is.

On a really good day, I can waver between low and high orgasm. I’ll be in low for a while, then the contractions start, I’ll back off a bit, and get back into low-orgasm where I remain for a while until the contractions start again. In reality, I sometimes fall too far off, below low-orgasm, and have to build back up again.

I have a male friend I play with from time to time. We’ll typically trade positions. First he’ll lay on a bed, and I’ll work on his cock and balls for a while. Then, we’ll switch positions and he’ll do me. Although it’s more difficult than working on high and low orgasms by oneself, it’s even more fun. We learned this technique together really. When we first started meeting up, it was mostly just ordinary handjobs, with some testicle massage thrown in. Or, if we were feeling especially feisty, we’d give each other glans rubbing with the palms of our hands, and see how much the other guy could take.

If you don’t know that technique, it’s absolutely horrible. A sensation that makes you squirm and yell. To be done right, you ought to be tied to the bed, because you’ll really want to get away. But it’s harmless, as long as you use some lubricant so as not to chafe the skin. On the other hand, it’s so intense that you might have a heart attack:) If you can stand it long enough, the feeling changes. It mellows out, and becomes an odd and very enjoyable sort of ‘gotta pee’ combined with ‘gonna cum’ feeling. Normally neither happens, although I have occasionally had men involuntarily start peeing.

When he and I started working on edging, and then discovered low and high orgasms, we were delighted, almost not believing that what was happening was possible.

The last time we were together, a month or so ago, I had him in high orgasm, and he was letting out a drop or two of cum at a time. He basically ejaculated four times. So, it wasn’t really high orgasm. It was something different, but we both enjoyed it very much.

When he did me, I thought I was in the mood for a really long session of high orgasm. Another way to refer to that might be ‘dry orgasms’ or ‘dry ejaculations.’ Anyway, he started in on me, and I managed perhaps two minutes of high orgasm, but then I lost it and came. I came hard, squirting up to my chin.

However, I wasn’t done. As per our prior arrangement, the minute I started squirting, he entirely let go, what’s called a ‘ruined orgasm.’ That’s a crazy name for it, because it isn’t ‘ruined’ at all, but a very delightful, if somewhat frustrating feeling. You want the person to keep rubbing through the entire orgasm. You really want the ongoing stimulation, but you aren’t getting it. The cool thing about it is that you often stay hard after the ejaculation is over, and can even cum again shortly afterward.

Before I could calm down, he very gently started fondling my dick again. This is the important part. It has to be quite soon afterward, and really gentle, because as you know, a guy is really sensitive after a full ejaculation. He was gentle enough that it wasn’t bad. Within about two minutes, my penis, which had started to soften only a little bit, was rock hard again. He resumed good, solid stroking, and I came again. Again, it was a ruined or hands-free ejaculation, but after this second time, when he resumed, I knew I was done. Maybe next time, we’ll see if we can do that, perhaps combined with the one-drop mini-ejaculations, over and over again.

The main thing I want to work on next is to stay in high ejaculation for a very extended time. What would it be like to have ongoing, continuous urethral contractions for ten minutes or longer?

The other thing that interests me is peegasms, also known as pissgasms. It takes a lot of practice, but when everything is just right, you can literally cum and pee at the same time. I’ve done it twice, so I know it’s possible. I haven’t been practicing lately, because right now I’m so enamored of this low and high orgasm business. But one of these days…


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