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Milking

Milking is a term with several definitions:

To give a man a handjob until he ejaculates.

To give a man a handjob until he ejaculates every last drop he has.

To give a man a handjob causing him to ejaculate more than once.

To stimulate the prostate gland, generally with one or two fingers, causing semen to flow out from the penis. This may occur without orgasm or full ejaculation.

Forcing a man to ejaculate with a handjob whether he wants to or not.

To extract milk from an animal’s udders.

To get every last bit out of a subject in conversation.

To continuously or repeatedly make fun of someone in conversation.

According to Urban Dictionary, another definition is to extract semen by giving a handjob to an unwitting roommate while he sleeps.

Extracting milk by hand, mouth or with a suction device from breasts.

My flight was delayed. I met a guy in the restaurant bar who was also delayed. We were scheduled on the same plane. It turns out we live in the same city. The minutes turned into hours. He and I got to talking, because what else was there to do?

Our conversation became more intimate. I was divorced. He had been a serial dater, but never married.

The conversation deepened. We were pretty much whispering because although there was quite a bit of noise in the bar, what we were talking about became, well, quite private.

We were talking about masturbation. We were agreeing with each other that it’s a good thing. We went on to agree that if everyone was more accepting of masturbation, it might cure some of the world’s ills. Like overpopulation and unwanted children. Like STDs.

Then he asked a weird question, “What masturbatory thing would you like, but you can’t do it to yourself?”

Normally, I’d never answer a question like that. I’d be shocked. But the way this conversation had been unfolding, it seemed fine to give him my answer:

“I have this fantasy of being tied down, and have someone rub the palm of their hand over the tip of my erect dick. It’s a feeling I can’t stand, and can’t get enough of, all at the same time.”

“Ah, I know the feeling,” he said, adding, “You know, I’ve always been surprised that with a little oil, the feeling is even more intense than with a dry hand. Plus it doesn’t rub the tip of your penis raw.”

I was glad to have some solidarity. Someone who experienced something like me, and was willing to talk about it. Because, face it, sex with women is great, but there can be something missing. Most women are into kissing, dating, and the whole package. Sometimes a guy just wants to get off. Sometimes a guy wants something weird, that most women wouldn’t understand.

“What do you like?”

“I like my balls massaged. Really hard, like rolfing.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. While I’m not so much a fan of that, I can enjoy a good, firm ball massage.

He went on to say, “But I don’t care for oral, anal, kissing or any of that.”

I was delighted, because that describes me to a tee.

They got the airplane fixed and we boarded, but not before exchanging phone numbers.

A day later he called. “When can we get together?”

I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Dude, I’m available right now.”

Fifteen minutes later found me in his apartment. We did all the things we discussed. It was even better than I could have imagined. He rubbed the tip of my penis so perfectly that not only did I squirm, yell, and carry on, I even involuntarily let out a little pee a couple of minutes before cumming.

I squeezed his balls so hard I thought they’d pop. He informed me that they are like chicken gizzards. Rubbery. You can’t pop them with your fingertips. You just have to be careful not to injure the back sides where the cords attach. I kind of knew that, but it was reassuring to hear. He was yelling, he was wincing, he was loving it. He kept wanting me to squeeze harder. It kept me very erect doing that to him.

He came without me even touching his penis. Then, he offered the same treatment to me. I had to ask him to be gentler, but found myself very much enjoying the testicle massage. I came a second time, but only because he let go of my scrotum, slowly buried a finger deep in my rectum, and jerked me off with his other hand.

We meet up every month or two. Most of the time we are happy with ourselves or the various ladies we meet. But every now and then, we want something really intense, and we know exactly how to give it to each other.

Sex Play with Encyclopedia

Perhaps my wife and I are a weird couple. We don’t have sex all that often, although I guess with two grown children, we’ve done it often enough.

We like other things. She likes inner labia stretching. She likes me to pull and pull. Oh, I don’t mean hard enough to hurt her. She just likes the feeling of being tugged on. I’ll do it for an hour sometimes. Meanwhile, I’m hard the whole time. Somehow, and I can’t explain why, it’s a real thrill for me to do that for her, almost every time.

Sometimes she’ll orgasm just from that, but generally not. Usually, I finish her off with a good licking while I probe her butt with one finger. She likes just one finger. Years ago, we experimented with more fingers, and got her up to four, and four in her vagina too, but these days, she just likes it simple.

There are two versions of labia pulling. One is dry. I can get a good grip and pull hard. That doesn’t usually last very long. She’ll get all wet. Her labia become slippery, and so my fingers keep slipping off. That’s the second version. I don’t get a good grip, and keep trying. This is what can send her into orgasm on the somewhat rare occasions when she does orgasm from this.

Every now and then, I’ll dry her labia as best I can, and pull and kind of shake really hard. She loves that, but doesn’t orgasm from it. I swear, her labia are somewhat longer than they used to be, but she claims they’ve always been the same length.

That’s her. Perhaps I’m even weirder. It started with gentle testicle massage. A few times, I’ve orgasmed just from that. She’d start by very lightly massaging my scrotum. Then, she’d get a good grip on each testicle, one between each thumb and first two fingers. She’d squeeze until the testicles would slip out of her grasp, popping into another position in my scrotum, like wet bars of soap. It’s fun. I can never tell which testicle will slip out first. She does it on purpose. It’s kind of a guessing game. Which one will pop out?

Yes, it kind of hurts, but I love it. Lately, she’s been squeezing harder. It hurts more, but I’m enjoying it more. I don’t understand it, but who am I to ask questions?

She says the more I yell and squirm, the wetter, and hornier she gets.

I’ve read several times that the gonads are like chicken gizzards, with very rubbery thick outer layers, and pretty much impossible to damage just with finger manipulation.

Sharing that info with her gave her an idea. We have an old set of encyclopedias. She decided she wanted me to lay my testicles on the edge of a table, and she’d pile more and more books on top until I screamed, “Stop!”

The first time we tried it was just last Thursday. She put a book on, and my balls popped up into my scrotum before much pressure was applied even by that first book.

OK, back to the drawing board. She tied a bandana fairly tightly around my scrotum so my balls couldn’t slip away. Then she put the book back on.

I felt the pressure, but it wasn’t in the slightest painful. My penis was rock hard, and she was having fun too, as I could see a drip of liquid escape from her vagina, and her nipples were as erect as my penis in their own way.

She added another book. Still, pressure only, no pain.

With the third book, we had to start over. The angle wasn’t right, and the books were sliding off each other. Finding a small paperback book, she put it under the far edge of the first book so that the books would be level, but almost the full pressure would be squeezing down on my balls. My that felt nice!

She slowly added books, in alphabetical order, of course. By the time we got to F, my balls were starting to hurt with that flaming kind of pain that anyone who has played with ball squeezing is familiar with.

She added G, and the pain wasn’t much worse. Staying like that for a couple of minutes, the pain entirely subsided. Now all I felt was pressure, and it was extremely nice!

My mind was thinking about what it would be like when she got several more books on the pile, and then it happened. Wham! Cum started squirting spasmically out of my penis of its own accord. I was having a wonderful orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it.

She wanted me to hold still after my cum, and add more books, but you know how it is. My attitude shifted, and I was done. I do believe we’re going for at least ten volumes later today when she gets home from work.

Cum Forced Backward

He is around 38 years old, white, medium height, slightly thinner than average, keeps his hair short, shaves most of his light body hair including his genital area, and works in the high-tech industry. He has a girlfriend, and I am married.

His girlfriend seldom ‘puts out’, and my wife says her hormones have shifted, so she’s no longer interested in sexual activities. So, he and I, although we don’t think of ourselves as gay, enjoy playing with each other very much.

We don’t kiss, do blowjobs or any of that. We just like our mutual masturbation.

He likes it rough, and sometimes I do too. We generally edge each other for an hour or so, then one of us goes too far and cums. The other then receives some more attention until he ejaculates also.

I particularly like ball massage, and glans rubbing. That’s when someone, male or female, rubs the palm of their hand over the tip of my dick. Oddly, the sensation is stronger with oil than dry. This glans rubbing business is hard to take. At first it makes one squirm and want to get away, but in a while, it transmutes into a combination of gonna cum or gotta pee feeling that is quite delicious and can keep one on the edge for quite a while.

My friend likes to be fisted, and I’m happy to do that for him from time to time. We have also experimented with sounding. I once worked a length of sterilized aquarium tubing all the way into his bladder. He orgasmed with the tube all the way in, and nothing came out. The ejaculation was blocked by the tubing.

The other night, as I was rubbing his rock-hard penis, and keeping him just below the threshold of cumming, we started talking about that ejaculation that was blocked. He said it was particularly enjoyable and seemed to last longer than the typical orgasm. I have experimented with blocked ejaculations a few times, and found the orgasms did last longer than usual.

I proposed that I might try something I have fantasized about, but would be too chicken to have it done to me. He is more adventurous than I am, and does rather like the rough stuff. I said could bring him to orgasm, and hold it inside by squeezing the tip of his penis. Then, after he came, since he likes various forms of post-orgasm stimulation, I would try to milk him backward. Starting from the tip of his penis which would still be held closed, I’d squeeze farther and farther down his shaft, forcing the sperm backward. I’d continue pressing past his balls, down as far as I could reach to the base of his penis, even reaching my fingers into his asshole if necessary, until the ejaculate was squeezed all the way into his bladder.

He was very enthusiastic about the idea. So, we proceeded. With this exciting new idea, he grew even harder, and came back to the brink of orgasm, where he had already been several times during the past hour. But this time, I kept going, and as his orgasm started, I did pinch the tip of his dick. But it was hard to get a good grip. My fingers wanted to slip off due to the oil we had been using. I tried to get a better grip without losing the grip I had. I didn’t want any sperm to leak out. It seemed like his orgasm was lasting longer than usual, and sure enough, I just couldn’t maintain a good grip between my thumb and the side of my forefinger, and a squirt of semen shot into the air. It was under pressure, so it shot a good three feet!

I quickly got a better grip just below the tip with my other hand, and at that point, I noticed something quite weird: He was still orgasming and the contractions were very, very strong. It was quite obvious. I could feel his dick pulsing strongly in the one hand, and my other hand, which had been pressing lightly on the spot just ahead of his anus felt convulsions there too. I had placed my hand on that perineum area expressly for the purpose of feeling his pulsing orgasm, and was rewarded with some remarkably strong pulses. But not just a few. He kept going and going. I was quite surprised that he was still orgasming.

As I was noticing all that, my grip was slipping again, and another squirt of sperm escaped, and shot well into the air again, landing in sprinkles against his stomach. WTF? He was still orgasming! I tried improving my grip, but didn’t get it right, and yet another squirt slipped out. Finally, I got a good grip, and after what had been probably a full minute, his orgasmic contractions weakened and subsided. Needless to say, we were both quite amazed.

I have had a lot of masturbatory experience in my life, and I’ve never seen anything like this. In all my experiences at the San Francisco Masturbate-A-Thon, SF Jacks, male tantric massages in Berkeley, the Power Exchange, and all sorts of experimentation with friends of both sexes, I have never seen a male orgasm last anywhere near as long as this one did, and have never seen such strong contractions.

I don’t know if it is something specific to my friend, or whether it could be like that for everyone who has an ejaculation blocked in just the right way. I certainly want to find out, and will be experimenting further.

Unfortunately, I had lost a good bit of the sperm I had hoped to trap, but there was still some in his urethra. Perhaps if I had trapped it all, the orgasm would have lasted longer, and been even stronger. I started the process of squeezing it back toward his bladder, and did my best, squeezing down and down. Past his balls. Around the bottom area under his balls, and finally into his asshole. I don’t really know whether I managed to actually move any sperm back or not. And don’t yet know whether I was able to get anything actually into his bladder.

I’m going to ask him next time I see him, probably in a few days. But better than that, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to try again. This time, I’ll make sure to get a better grip, so I can trap all the sperm, then there will be enough to tell for sure whether it is being forced back into his bladder. I might have him do it to me, too.

You might enjoy a similar memoir: Cum Blocking Friend.

Uncle Don Broke My Penis

My grandfather died when my father was 22 and his brother, my Uncle Don, was 24. Grandfather was a drinker, and managed to kill himself in a fiery single-car collision. He had some money that my dad and Uncle Don inherited in equal shares two years before I was born.

Uncle Don convinced my dad to lend him his half of the money so Don could buy a mobile home park. Somehow, Dad was never able to get repaid even after Don started accumulating wealth. While Don eventually owned three mobile home parks, Dad, Mom, and I rented one of Don’s homes. It was the only single-wide trailer in the park. To get technical, our’s was a mobile home. Anything made after 1974 is called a ‘manufactured home.’ Dad worked as a bus driver.

Mom ran off when I was twelve. The story goes that Don sexually assaulted her, resulting in her having two broken teeth. She took him to court, but lost the case, since there was no proof that he had done anything. Fearing for her life, she disappeared.

When I was 18, I decided to learn something about business so I started attending City College, which was quite difficult financially, even though I still lived with Dad. I had this notion that I’d like to own a mobile home park someday, seeing how profitable they’ve been for my uncle. Unlike Don, I’d treat my tenants right. I figured I could learn enough about business to manage my own park some day.

I was still in my first year, when something went wrong with the circuitry in our trailer. Without electric, there was no heat.

Don said he’d send his handyman, but knowing Uncle Don, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Don was well-known for treating his tenants badly, even my father, his own brother. After all, his tenants have no choice. Their mobile homes are fastened to the ground. It would cost them tens of thousands of dollars to move.

Uncle Don did invite Dad and I to stay in his place until the electric got fixed. I stayed in Nancy’s room, and Dad stayed in Ned’s room.

Those were my late cousins. Nancy committed suicide at 16, and Ned had taken up drugs and drinking. Soon, Ned was hopelessly addicted. Don threw him out. He was seen around town from time to time, barely hanging on. One day, he had fallen asleep behind a dumpster that was in back of Safeway. The next morning, a garbage truck picked up the dumpster, emptied it, and set it down right on Ned. But that may not be what killed him. According to the police, he might have already been dead, either from a drug overdose, or exposure to the cold. The poor guy had a cast on one leg when he died, so I can only imagine what his last weeks were like.

My first night at Don’s, I went to bed around midnight. It was warm in Don’s house, so I figured I’d jerk off on top of the blankets before falling asleep. I was just about to orgasm when the door burst open and the light came on.

“I’ll have none of that in my house!” Don shouted. He was obviously drunk as he staggered toward me. He was carrying something that turned out to be a tennis racket. He took a swing and hit me right in one testicle and the side of my still erect penis.

I crumpled up in pain as he wobbled out of the room. My balls, my left testicle in particular, hurt so bad, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was choking as I lay there with my hands between my legs. Ten minutes later, I could breathe normally, but the pain was still unbelievable. I couldn’t even get off the bed to turn out the light.

An hour went by as I just lay there, not only in pain, but freaking out that I was badly injured. The testicle pain started to subside, and then I noticed that my penis was in pain also.

I pulled my hands away and took a look. My penis was as large as if it was erect. In fact, it was bigger in diameter than I had ever seen it, but it was soft and squishy. It had a big black lump on the left side, and curved oddly to the right, much like the picture below.

Not knowing what else to do, I yelled for Don to come take me to the hospital. After probably 15 minutes, he came back to my room, evidently a bit more sober. I showed him my penis. He refused to take me to the hospital, saying “It’s not that bad,” as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

The only thing I could think to do was call an ambulance. That’s how I got to the hospital. While the ambulance was on its way, I tried putting on my underwear. I couldn’t straighten up enough to do that, so I ended up putting on my sweat pants. I stayed barefoot.

After two painful hours in the waiting room, still barefoot, during which my testicle pain went away, but my dick started aching worse than anything in my life. My dad arrived and sat with me, occasionally swearing under his breath about Don.

When I was finally called into a treatment area, the doctors and nurses all took a look at my penis. I wasn’t embarrassed about them seeing my junk due to the condition I was in. How could something like this happen to me? My fear was such that my heart had been beating really fast for literally hours. A urologist was consulted. It took him another hour to arrive. He looked at my penis, held it gingerly, shifting it this way and that. Man alive, did that hurt!

He quit examining me, and sat on a stool to tell me the situation: I’d need surgery, which was to be performed later that morning. My testicle was fine, but Don had literally broken my penis. The side of the tennis racket, hitting my erect penis like that, caused a fracture of my left corpus cavernosum, the spongy tissue that holds blood when one is erect.

They were going to do something called ‘degloving’ to reach and stitch up the affected area. The idea totally weirded me out. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me. The surgeon was going to detach the skin of my penis all around just behind the head. Then, they dissect and peel the skin away all the way down, so the skin is piled around the base of the penis. That gives them access to the broken area. They’d do the repair and then finally, they would pull the skin back up, and stitch it back in place under the head.

Even with the medicine they gave me, I didn’t sleep much during the few hours left of that night, and was still in considerable pain.

The surgery happened, and my recovery was painful, but uneventful. When a nurse changed my bandages the first time, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was circumcised! I so totally didn’t want that. When the urologist came in for a consult, I asked him why that happened. He said, “I thought you’d like that.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The afternoon after my surgery, when I was still woozy from the drugs, Don stormed into my hospital room, and started yelling at me about the $2,700 the ambulance company charged him for the one-mile ride to the hospital. Two orderlies came and took him away.

I woke up a couple of times every night with sharply painful nocturnal erections. For days, I wanted badly to jerk off, but that fully wasn’t going to happen.

A week later, the stitches were removed by an attractive young intern. She had flaming red hair. I thought she’d use anesthetic, but she said, “You won’t need it.” That scared me, until she started snipping and pulling the stitches out. She was right. It didn’t hurt a bit. I became erect, and was remarkably embarrassed about that. She only said, “Aw, it’s fine.”

I noticed that my dick was quite numb as she was working on it.

Finally, after three weeks, I was starting to get back to normal and was way overdue for a good wank. Ever so carefully, I tried moving the skin up and down. It was totally numb. I could feel my penis between my fingertips, but the dick itself felt like a broomstick. There was no sensation at all. Still, I was able to jerk off and cum. What a relief!

The numbness worried me very much. I asked the urologist, and he said the feeling would eventually come back. It did, but it took six months. It took even longer than that to get used to being circumcised. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. At least the terrible sensitivity of the glans has gone mostly away. Just touching against my underwear was like an unbearable tickle for the first few weeks. To this day, my penis feels weird when I rub it, like there are little lumps under the skin.

Meanwhile, a friend of a friend had a father who was a lawyer and suggested I sue Uncle Don. The case dragged on for months. Meanwhile, I was back in our trailer with Dad, and back in college. In a courtroom appearance, pictures of my penis were shown. It was terribly embarrassing. First, the horrible picture of my black, lumpy, bent, fractured penis. Then my penis with stitches under the corona, and fully erect. The urologist had injected something called Caverject to make me artificially hard to check his work.

To my amazement, the lawyer won. I was awarded 1.5 million dollars. The lawyer got $500,000, leaving me a cool million. I was planning to buy a mobile home park of my own.

The only problem was, the money hadn’t been transferred yet. Don was pulling some legal shit that was slowing the process.

Just when I was figuring I’d never see the money, something unexpected happened. Don had gone out drinking, and somehow drove his car right into a bridge abutment. He messed up his innards something terrible. He languished in terrible pain in the hospital for three weeks before he died. I shouldn’t say this, but I was secretly happy. The world is better off without a guy like that.

I figured that was the end of my million dollars, but even more surprising was the call from Don’s lawyer. My fucked up uncle had written a will. He had left two of his mobile home parks to my father, and one to me. Mine was assessed at over $5 million.

Translation

I found this very weird translation from Japanese on a sex toy website:

Continue on the edge, the sperm cow shot from a few minutes to now can last for half an hour. ABS strong contraction, drive the anus shrinkage pull, thus driving the prostate extrusion, silent pleasure a wave devour the will of the fine cow. As a punishment, this time will not give him the power to ejaculate. Feelings of loss evoke the infinite desire and physiological desire of the fine cow for the next opportunity.

Edging:
Camouflage + elastic Binding belt, air filter hood reduces the Roar volume, but also forces the fine cow to breathe to obtain more oxygen. The scrotum binds to the traction to avoid the fine cow swinging violently because of the sensitivity of the tortoise, while also gaining a different pleasure through local numbness and pain. Coronal ditch smear Swiss navy lubricating oil, reduce friction coefficient, avoid fine cattle early horse. Then, it depends on the performance of the dairy farmers.

Sounding:
Three months, not less than three times a week, full paraffin lubrication after the expansion of the urethra, now, sent to his dream of double sounding. He says the desire for subjugation and unknown fear of urethral pleasure, mixed with prostate pleasure, is unstoppable. Again, the body’s ductility and adaptability is very strong, the body is a large sexual organs waiting for you to explore to develop. Do a good job of disinfection lubrication and no monkey urgency, the risk of infection is extremely low.

Tough Guys (And Girls) Club

The first few days of high school were confusing, as I suppose it is for most kids. This was a huge inner city school, full of kids of all colors, but I wasn’t afraid even though I was small for my age. The school had a reputation for being ‘safe.’ Plus, it didn’t hurt that my mom is a martial arts instructor. She works for big corporations, teaching women tricks to avoid and overcome attacks. From as far back as I can remember, she and I have enjoyed ‘playing,’ which was really me being taught self-defense.

None of that mattered to me. I was fourteen years old, and the only thing on my mind was girls, and jerking off, probably in the reverse order. I jerked off at least once a day, and on one day, I had wanked five times. I loved my dick, and dicks in general. Not in a gay way – I think – but just was interested in how other boys jerk off, what they feel and so on. Oh, I looked at the internet. Who doesn’t? I saw the smooth women with big tits, and that would always send me into ejaculation in no time! What can I say? I’m a big tits guy.

About a week after school started, I saw a big guy smash a smaller guy up against a locker, and throw some significant cuss words at his victim. I couldn’t help myself. As the big guy was raring up to bash the little guy again, something happened to him causing him to fall on his face. That something was me.

He got up, and started aiming for me. Now, I was scared. He was at least 50 pounds heavier than me, and had that bully look in his eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle this. He came toward me as I was frantically reviewing in my head all the moves my mom had taught me, trying to figure out what to do. He swung his big arm, fist closed, as I cringed. The blow never came. An even bigger guy had grabbed the bully in a bear hug, saying, “Not today.” The bear hug turned into a throw, as the bully was tossed thirty feet down the hallway.

I thanked the big guy who may have saved me from a bad situation. His said his name was Jason. He seemed uninterested in me, just saying,”You’re welcome,” before walking away into the crowded hallway.

A few days later, in another crowded hallway between classes, I interceded in another altercation. Two girls had gotten into a fight, and fifty other kids formed a circle around them, just watching. Well, not just watching. They were taunting and egging the two girls on. It was really quite vicious. Without thinking it through, I pushed through the crowd, and broke the two girls up, being careful not to get hurt with wild grabs and punches myself.

Soon after, I found myself breaking up yet a third fight. I once again had to apply some of the things Mom taught me to avoid getting hurt and to make sure the bully was stopped. I’m sorry to report he got a black eye out of the deal. Someone asked how I did what I did. I just said, “My mother taught me Judo.”

That afternoon, a big guy came up to me, telling me his name was Nick. He seemed friendly, but I was wary. He could be another bully trying to pick on a smaller kid. He asked me whether I thought I was a “tough guy.”

‘Oh, oh,’ I was thinking. He wants to start something. I said, “No, I’m certainly not a tough guy.”

“I think you are.”

Fuck. I was becoming worried. Not that I couldn’t probably take this guy out with martial arts, but even when you win, you lose in such situations. First, I might get physically hurt. But also, I could get punished by the school, or would start being picked on by other bullies who thought I was a fighter.

Perhaps noticing my expression, he quickly added, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was actually sent to invite you to something.”

I was remembering the TV series Glee. I was literally thinking he was going to try to get me to join the glee club, or the chess club or something.

It turns out he wanted me to join the Tough Guys Club. He explained that there’s a group of guys in the school that defend against violence. It’s been a tradition in the school since 1975. That’s the reason this school is known as safe. The club isn’t exactly secret, but they do keep a low profile. He also explained that while most of the ‘tough guys’ are juniors or seniors, they could use me. They thought I could teach them the techniques they saw me use in the fights.

I was doubtful, but he talked me into attending a meeting. When I accepted, he hesitated a moment, then blushing, he said, “But there’s one thing: we meet Roman style.”

“Huh?”

“In ancient Rome, the men got together in what were called ‘baths.’ There they discussed the events of the day, they played games, and they had a good time.”

“So?”

Again he hesitated. Then he blurted out, “They were naked.”

“And so?”

Oh! I got it! These tough guys meet naked! A flood of emotions came over me. I had always wanted to be with a group of naked people. I had jerked off many times imagining myself in orgies, in circle jerks, being watched by a crowd while fucking, and so on. A group of naked guys, how cool was that? I mean, it would be even better if it were a mixed group, guys and girls, but this could be absolutely exciting in its own right. But then some sort of fear came over me, too. This was very weird, right?

So there I was, facing a decision. Right then and there, I could decline, and be saved from whatever weirdness this invitation might involve. But then, I’d miss out on what I thought was the biggest and best opportunity of my young life. I smiled at him, and accepted.

Thursday afternoon I was invited to Jason’s house. I explained I had no way to get there, and it was a long walk. Between classes, a big guy I hadn’t met came walking right up to me, then passed me a note. It said, “I’ll drive you there and back.” His name, Kevin, and phone number was on the note.

Between classes, I called my mom, and asked her if I could come home late, explaining I was trying out an after-school martial arts club. She was delighted.

I was nervous on the ride over. I asked Kevin questions about the Tough Guys Club. He was mostly talking about the history, like how they started over 40 years ago, and that the tradition had been passed down year after year. He said the school officials stay uninvolved because they know it’s a good thing, but they can’t endorse it – you know, possible lawsuits and things.

I tried to ask about the nudity and all, but I didn’t find out any details. Again that term, “Roman” came up, then he went back into history, telling me about how other inner city schools had riots and things, and how the academic standard was higher here, due in no small part to the Tough Guys.

Part of my nervousness was natural. Who wouldn’t be all freaked out about taking your clothes off with a bunch of other people? But part was due to my development, or lack thereof. I had like five or six scraggly hairs on my crotch. That’s all. I knew they’d grow in eventually, but at the moment, I looked like a child. My neighbor, on the other hand, had a full forest of hair at age eleven. Go figure!

We got there. There were twenty kids, all big kids, except me, crowded into Jason’s living room. His parents both worked evening shifts at the hospital, so the house was all ours. He explained that the parents knew about the Tough Guys Club, and supported it. In fact, his father had been a member twenty-some years before.

Two of the boys were already undressed. Fully naked, sitting on a sofa. Oh, my god: One of them was sporting a boner! He seemed oblivious, like sitting naked in a room full of boys with a boner was the most natural thing in the world. The other guys were equally unconcerned – like it was no big deal to have an erection in the group.

Everyone was talking about everything as the boys were undressing. I kind of hung back a bit taking off only my shirt. Somehow, my reputation had preceded me. Several guys came up to me asking questions about martial arts. They seemed genuinely interested, and more, they were downright friendly. Inviting. Acting as if I had always been a part of their family or something.

Now, most of the guys were fully naked, and here I was still only shirtless. I knew what I had to do. Otherwise I’d be embarrassed as a prude or something. So, I took off my clothes. When in Rome… right?

They had pushed the furniture out of the way in the large, deeply carpeted living room, and covered the floor with plastic sheeting, then bed sheets and large towels. These big kids started mock fighting. Some were throwing punches, some were wrestling. More than one was fully erect. I was delighted, but still a little scared. My heart was racing. Just what I was scared of, I don’t know. I don’t think it was that I was small and nearly hairless in a sea of big hairy guys. I think it was just the newness of the situation. For whatever it’s worth, not one of them said anything about my underdeveloped nature. I mean, they could have teased me endlessly about that. On the other hand, they could have teased the erect ones about being ‘gay’ or something. But there was no teasing at all.

Still, I was willing myself not to become erect. I somehow figured that would be a bad thing. As I was watching the fighting, I was thinking to myself, ‘It’s too bad they don’t know what I know. They’re being terribly inefficient. They’d be so much better at this if they knew a few of the moves my mom taught me.’

After watching ten minutes of all this fake fighting and tussling around on the floor, one of the guys tried to tackle me. Suddenly, I was involved in the fun free for all. Because he was large, I focused, and I guess I rolled him a little too hard. He said, “Oomph,” as he hit the floor. I didn’t hurt him, and he came up laughing. He asked, “How did you do that?”

Suddenly, no one was wrestling any more. Everyone was looking at me. Kevin, seemingly the leader of the group, asked, “Will you show us?”

I felt like a fucking movie star in that moment. A naked movie star, but still a star. This was my moment. All these big, amazing, friendly guys, and they wanted something from me. Something I could give them!

For the next hour, I was showing them some basics, and they were practicing on each other. The erections had all subsided. This was serious but fun business. The nakedness normalized in my mind. Odd, I know, but it was as if we were naked as God created us, and it was all just fine.

Kevin called for attention. Everyone stopped what they were doing and sat down on the sofa, chairs or on the floor. “Now it’s that time of the day we’ve all been waiting for. Triple-T, Tough guy Toughness Testing.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of Triple-T. It sounded like something painful, or something that I’d be able to do only painfully. I was imagining arm wrestling. It was probably going to be something like that.

For my benefit, Jason explained to the group. “As you all know, we need a way to bolster our toughness. Our resistance to pain. But we don’t want to suffer pain or risk injury in the process. Forty years ago, the founders of the club came up with a technique that fits the bill so perfectly, we still practice it today. Glans rubbing.”

I didn’t know what a glans was, but I was pretty sure ‘rubbing’ something wasn’t going to be good. Now, I wasn’t sure I should be here. But everyone was smiling. They weren’t looking like they were going to undergo some kind of test, some kind of ordeal. Oh, and something else, at least half of the kids were erect!

Before I could figure anything out, the guys started pairing off. It turns out there were an odd number of us, so I just sat there wondering what was going to happen. It took only seconds to find out.

In each pair of kids, one laid down on the sheets on the floor, and the other knelt before him. Here comes the shocking part: The kneeling guys grabbed the laying down guys’ dicks, and started putting massage oil on them. Right on their dicks! Most of the guys were hard. Those that weren’t were getting gentle little handjobs to get them erect.

Soon, everyone laying down was erect. Most of the guys kneeling or sitting next to them were also erect. What a sight to behold!

One of the sitting guys leaned over and clicked something on his phone. “OK, three minutes,” he announced.

The kneeling or sitting guys were holding the laying down guys’ dicks with one hand wrapped around their shafts. At the three-minute announcement, they began rubbing the oiled palms of their hands over the tips of the laying down guys’ dicks.

Everyone on the floor was squirming, moaning, yelling and laughing. I had no idea what they were feeling, but it was certainly intense. This went on and on. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you I had a rock-hard erection just watching this.

Toward the end of the second minute, the yelling and squirming settled down somewhat. The guys were calming down. One of the guys started grunting, and ejaculated, right there in front of me.

It was all I could do to not start masturbating right there.

Ding. The three-minute timer went off. There was a sigh of relief throughout the room.

The laying down and sitting up people changed positions.

I would have been content to just keep watching. I knew I’d be wanking big time the minute I got home after witnessing this. But a guy came over to me and said that I shouldn’t be left out of the fun. I couldn’t have agreed more.

I took my position on the floor.

“Three minutes” was announced.

My big guy started gently rubbing my rock-hard, but little cock. At the very moment he started, it was nearly unbearable. I had no idea! I’m sure you, dear reader, have experienced this, but I hadn’t until then. What a crazy tickle. Not pain, as you know, but un-fucking-bearable. But kind of sexy, too. I knew what I had to do. I had to lay there and take it.

Now, I suppose I could have refused, or gotten up off the floor or something, but I knew that would mark me as a sort of looser. I’ll bet these guys would have accepted that, but there was no way I’d give up. I had to handle it, no matter what.

And it was hard – I mean difficult. I was hard, erect as I had ever been in my life, and in terrible anguish. Yet, wonderful anguish, if that makes any sense. Pretty soon, the feeling shifted. It wasn’t quite as unbearable, and started to feel like I was going to involuntarily pee, or ejaculate – at the same time. I had never felt such a thing.

Now, the ‘gonna cum’ feeling was building up more and more, but I still had to pee, too. I was going to ejaculate. There was nothing I could do about it.

“Ding.”

The big guy let go of my penis. I was so close to cumming that it actually pulsed a couple of times, but nothing came out.

We switched roles. Now I was sitting next to my big guy. Three minutes was announced, and I went to work. It was the first time I had wrapped my fingers around such a big cock. It felt amazing. I hadn’t realized how warm another guy’s penis could be. How soft the skin was, and how hard it was inside. As I started in on the glans rubbing. His face contorted all up, he squirmed, he moaned, but he didn’t quit on me. No, instead, he ejaculated all over my hands. I was delighted to see so much cum. It was thick and white, and there was a lot of it. Not clear and just a couple of drops of clear liquid like mine. I looked forward to the day when I could cum like that.

All in all, it was the best afternoon of my life.

We met every Thursday, and I was always so up for it, literally. Sometimes I’d end up ejaculating, mostly not. Some of the guys let out involuntary streams of pee. That was always problematic, because we could not, absolutely could not, get anything on the carpet. The sheets could soak it mostly up, but still, we had to be careful.

In time, I grew bigger, topping out at 5’11” with a reasonable six-inch penis, and a nice forest of hair on my crotch. Perhaps to make up for my late start, I grew a mustache, then a bit of a beard when I was only seventeen.

One day started out like all the others, but then Jason wanted to discuss something. The group was considering a girl. Suki was her name. She was of Samoan descent. She was rounded but not fat. She was also quite tall. She was a fighter, but always as a defender, not an instigator. She was a good fit for the club, other than being female.

I was all in favor of adding females. My heart was racing, thinking about having a naked girl among us. I was wondering how a girl would participate in glans rubbing. We had a vote. To my astonishment, it was unanimous, even the outspokenly gay guys were in favor. I suppose it does make sense. Why on Earth would we exclude females if they could be ‘tough guys’ also?

The first meeting with Suki was awkward at first. We all kept all our clothes on. Fortunately, Suki is a gregarious individual. She simply said, “I know you guys all get naked. Don’t let me stop you,” and with that, she lifted up her T-shirt revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pendulous brown breasts with jet black nipples were amazing. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. Same with the other guys. Everyone was naked within a minute, even Suki. She was beautiful – I mean to me. Some might say she was too heavyset, but I wasn’t complaining! She also shaved her crotch hair, as did some of the guys. Pretty much all the guys, including the gay ones, were erect. Maybe their erections were due to seeing their male buddies reacting to this female. I don’t know. I was just happy to be here in heaven.

We wrestled for a while. There were more erections than normal. Suki took it all in stride, as if play fighting with naked and erect guys is just another ordinary activity.

Then it was time for the Triple-T. No one knew quite how to proceed. There was a long moment of awkward silence.

Suki broke the silence. “Now, from what my brother has told me,” Suki began, quickly explaining that he didn’t tell her anything about the ritual until after she had been confirmed as a member, “you guys have some sort of test…”

One of the guys started telling her the details. He was blushing severely. She interrupted him. “I already know, I’m all in.”

“Now, I can’t speak for all women, but I don’t think we have an exact equivalent of glans rubbing. However, after we orgasm, there is such a thing as too much clit rubbing. I think that may be similar. I’d love to experience that.”

I just can’t tell you how lucky I was to be paired with Suki that day. I was the first ever to rub her to multiple orgasms, and then keep going, causing her to moan, squirm and scream with the rest of us.

When it was my turn, I came almost immediately. I really tried not to, but the moment her hefty fingers wrapped around my penis, I knew the effort was useless. I ejaculated within the first thirty seconds. She was delighted, claiming this is the first time she had seen sperm in person. She cautiously licked some from her fingers, said ‘yum’ and then licked more off her hand.

By the time I had graduated from high school, the tough guys were almost half female. The school won a national award for being the school with the least number of violent incidents.

Tied

A bunch of guys, typically around six of us, get together on Thursday evenings. I’m one of them. We start off with small talk, beers and snacks. Then George, the host, plays some porn on his big screen. Pretty soon, it turns into a mutual masturbation orgy. Our wives know. Maybe even our children know. It’s all good. It’s a great way to let off steam, or equalize, or something. I’ve noticed these past couple of years I’ve been even closer to my wife than in the past. I don’t know if it’s because of Thursdays, or not, but I’d like to think so.

Normally, we’re pretty tame. Basically, it’s a bunch of naked guys exchanging handjobs. Last week I was feeling a bit frisky, and so was a guy named Steve. I was idly wanking him while he was laying there enjoying the attention, when he announced something that he was interested in trying, what he called ‘post-orgasm stimulation.’ I thought he wanted me to do that to him, but no, it was the other way around. At first I was reluctant, but then the other guys, overhearing us, pretty much dared me to give it a try. I foolishly relented.

George has some soft ropes just for something like this, but we’ve never used them. The guys tied me to George’s sofa by my wrists and ankles. Just being like that, all vulnerable, fully inflated my penis.

Steve announced how it was to work: He was going to get me off. But then he was going to keep going. No safeword. No way out. He figured that would make it more exciting for me. My heart was starting to beat hard and fast in my chest. I was sexually excited, yes, but something more, too. I was scared. This was starting to spook me out.

Steve continued. The only way out was to become soft. He would keep up the post-orgasm stimulation until my penis lost its erection. He asked whether I wanted to proceed. He was giving me an out. I actually thought about changing my mind, but I knew I had to do this.

Steve started in on me, and all the other four guys stopped what they were doing, gathered around the sofa and watched me get my treatment. Now, Steve is an artist. He wasn’t going to simply jerk me off. No, he was going to seriously edge me, and torture me too, with a bit of rubbing of the palm of his hand over my glans. Oooh, that was hard to take. I twisted this way and that, trying to get away from that oiled up palm rubbing right over the top of my penis. What a horrible itch!

Fortunately, he switched back to some other things, like pulling on my frenulum. Then, when I was about as erect as is humanly possible, he pulled the skin of my penis down as far as it would go, causing my erection to strain against the pulled skin. It almost hurt, but it didn’t really. He just kept holding my skin down like that. It started to feel downright orgasmic. I told him I was cumming, but he just kept holding my skin pulled down and tight like that.

The contractions started and I threw a few spurts of cum high into the air. He was still just holding the skin of my penis pulled tight down toward my belly, with my penis convulsing. The pulsing subsided, and then he changed his plan. He let go of the skin, and started jerking me off as if I hadn’t just cum. It was immediately excruciating. I was twisting hard in my bonds, I was alternatively moaning and hollering, but there was no way I could get out of his grip.

Then he did the unthinkable: He returned to rubbing his palm over the head of my penis. I shrieked, I laughed, I begged, I continued uselessly twisting with all my might. I was in a weird kind of pain. Well, it wasn’t exactly a pain, and it certainly wasn’t a tickle, but it was un-fucking-bearable!

He just kept going. My penis took its sweet time going soft, but finally, finally, it did, and Steve quit his ministrations.

I was so spent that when the guys untied me, I couldn’t even get off the couch for a few minutes. Everyone seemed to be admiring me for what I had just endured. A bit later in the evening, some of the guys did the same thing to each other. I even tortured Steve in the same way. Oddly, he came twice. His penis didn’t go soft as soon as I would have expected. In fact, he stayed hard, and stopped squirming so much. He shot a second load, which was mostly just a couple of drops of clear liquid, but cum again he did. I’ve never seen that before. I didn’t even know it was possible. I continued stimulating him after that second cum, and then he did squirm and yell. Boy did he squirm, but I was undeterred, and made sure his dick was good and soft before I was done with him.

That torture was by far the worst thing I’ve ever endured. It was also the best. I can’t wait to do it again next Thursday.

That’s me in the picture below, the very penis that Steve treated so badly.

Double Penetration

These comments about double penetration were compiled off of the internet by Spurtz. A few of the comments are by men. Most are by women. Some of the comments refer to one cock in the vagina and another in the ass while other comments address two cocks in the vagina or two cocks in the ass.

DP can be a mind-blowingly pleasurable sexual act. Which is sad, because only 2.9% of men and 1.2% of women have tried it.

1. “You think you know what it’s going to feel like having two dicks inside you at the same time, but you’d be surprised. First, there was the first one. Vaginal. Normal. And then — fuck. This guy slips into the backdoor. Anal. That alone hurts, but when there’s the added pressure of another dick already inside of you, it’s off the chart indescribable.” —Bailey O. from Massachusetts

2. A welcome surprise. “I had this threesome once, and I guess I never considered the fact that they might try to both enter me at the same time. I’d just never done it. Didn’t really cross my mind. But then they have me sitting on top of one of them, while the other guy enters me from behind, but like, in the same hole. Their things were rubbing up against each other’s, but they didn’t care. I enjoyed it.” —Katy P. from Delaware

3. “If I could describe my experience of double penetration, the best way I can describe it is by describing myself as a cupcake with cream filling. Basically, I was the cupcake, and they were two syringes filling me up. If you think that’s too descriptive, then you clearly never had to have two cocks railing you from both sides.” —Kim B. from Michigan

4. “I’ve had two guys fuck me at the same time, but I’m never letting it happen again. It was weird. I felt uncomfortable. I’m not blaming them. It was just as much my idea as it was theirs. But I’m most likely never going to do it again. I just felt strange. It wasn’t a great feeling.” —Marilyn O. from Washington

5. “I didn’t literally feel bloated, but I think it was like a mental thing where I felt stuffed or full. Yes. Ha. Ha. Very funny. But really, that’s kind of how I felt. You’ve got so much more pressure going into you than you’re expecting, so you feel like you need to fart or something. Whatever, this is basically anonymous.” —Stef J. from Florida

6. “When these guys said they wanted to DP me, I thought I knew what they meant. I thought they meant they wanted to see if they could fit both of their dicks inside my hole. Well, they did. But not that hole. I’ve done anal before, but oh my god I was not prepared for this. My asshole was stretched out like you wouldn’t believe, and even though it took a while to get used to, I loved it.” —Annie H. from South Carolina

7. “This was not your typical sexual experience. Never once did I not have a dick in me. If one guy was fucking me up the ass, the other one was taking me from the front. And vice versa. They clearly couldn’t stop themselves from keeping their dicks wet.” —Cara C. from California

8. “People talk a big game when they’re talking about double penetration, but it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just sex. If you’ve ever had a guy inside you, then you know what double penetration feels like. Just imagine like… a much bigger dick, I guess? It’s not that crazy.” —Meg I. from Ohio

9. “Not only did my boyfriend talk me into having a threesome, he talked me into having a threesome with his best friend. At first, I was like hell to the freaking no way in hell, but you don’t know my boyfriend. He’s convincing. So we did it. But what I didn’t think was going to happen was that he and his friend were going to go as far as they went. It was… intense. But, like, they asked first. I just wasn’t expecting it to go there.” —Caitlin R. from Rhode Island

10. “This is not a lie. Honest. These two guys were inside me, and I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but they got stuck. Both of their dicks were just like stuck in my vaj, and they were just rubbing against each other. We got lube and fixed it, and but for a little bit, it was weird and kind of scary.” —Bri M. from New Jersey

11. “When I did this, I think it was just too much for one of the guys. Obviously I was into it, but I have rules. One being: don’t cum inside of me! But this one guy clearly couldn’t help himself. The idea of double penetration just got him too hot, clearly, and he came inside of me… I was not a fan.” —Leslie S. from Oregon

12. “Honestly, getting penetrated by two guys made me feel like a sandwich. I was just kind of there while they humped me from both sides. After a while, it stopped being sexy and became more of a balancing act. And it just made hungry for a sandwich.” —Janet U. from New York

13. “Some girls say they’ve been double penetrated. Let’s give them a hand. Not only was I double penetrated, I was triple penetrated. Mouth, vagina, butt. Three dicks. All just plowing into me from all ends. I was a happy lady that night, and I look forward to the next one in the near future.” —Kasey B. from California

14. I love it! The feeling of both of them inside me at once is so incredibly intense and amazing. I lose all control and become a quivering orgasmic being. I don’t notice anything around me. I don’t even notice my husband watching or taking pictures. It’s like I’m on a different plane of reality.

15. Yes, I very much enjoy it. There are these two younger guys…I think 22 and 24….that are roommates and live very close to me. I go to their place almost every Saturday morning, and it always ends with them double penetrating me. They’ve gotten so good at it that now they almost always cum at the same time, sometimes twice. I absolutely love to feeling of two cocks pumping cum into me simultaneously. I’ve been going there for nearly 2 years now, and they always fuck me on the same couch in the living room. So much so that their poor couch has a huge stain from my squirting all over it.

16. I just turned 18…when I had my first dp…and I was amazed at how much I loved it and having both of my tight little holes being used at the same time…I know right there I’ll never be ok with just one guy and one dick.

17, I don’t know about the others but in my experience, it is awesome how it feels, you can feel your flesh expanding and both dicks really easy and it eases the pain in the ass when you are feeling pleasure from both holes. So yeah, it is really good

18. I did it only once, last Sunday, after the Super Bowl and I loved it. So there are at least some women who do! I had the 3 cocks who were cheering for the Rams (they won). The 3 guys cheering for Cincinnati got nothing. I will definitively do it again and I won’t wait for the next Super Bowl!

19. Call me kinky, but I’ve been in many group sessions and parties which involved me and multiple men. I have to be honest that I do fantasize having both holes filled almost all the time, but as a small girl (I’m less than 5′ tall) it’s both filled with excitement and fear.

20. I’m very sure most men have thought of trying out double penetration but only a few would actually try it out. It’s easy to find group sex members, but not when they both are touching each other. Recently, after some serious discussion with my friends-with-benefit, they decided that they will try double penetration with me. It wasn’t easy, we tried multiple positions, many of which will involve these men touching each other and , they were uncomfortable. In the end, it’s a big turn-off for me.

21. As of now, after multiple sessions with different people, and having met the right “boys” for dp, I admit I’m in love with dp for the following reasons.

a) I’m filled! This is physically arousing. Having both holes filled with the perfect sized penis is insane. Yes it hurts a while after climax but during the session it feels like heaven. My body trembles and shakes at the excitement even after the session. I don’t do drugs or weeds but I feel that the excitement is similar to them. It makes me happy, and I feel that my body feels much better after each session.

b) I feel like a Queen! Having multiple men giving me love is great! I don’t care if they feel awkward on the next day, but I’d trade anything to have multiple men giving me love. Maybe it’s just me but I enjoy guys telling me that they “love me” and “you are great”. They gently caress me and seemingly is intoxicated to make love with me. I’m abolishing the traditional Asian “sex is for men” phrase, having multiple guys on me is like “men are for women”

c) I’m more self-confident with my body. As a small girl with a A-cup, I’ve been having issues of confidence . I am unable to wear something sexy, even push up-bras hardly help. Having guys insanely in love with me (even if it’s just for sex) is a tremendous confidence booster. I feel that I could work better, speak in much more confident manner and do my work better after my first successful dp session.

22. No doubt at all. I really enjoy DP during MFM sessions. Naturally my hubby used to be one of my partners several times. It gives me lots of orgasms more than anything. Now I am mad about fantasies of having gangbangs.

23. It’s an acquired experience. For women like myself who by their nature are extreme submissive, sexually obedient and sluts. Allowing guys to dominate you and enjoy themselves is part of the sexual arousal that myself as slut enjoys and it gets my juices going. That I am being treated in that way. Double penetration is a natural flow of that submissive nature. The extreme pleasure I get when 2 big black fat cocks are penetrating me at the same time is arousing. The feel that each cock is pounding both of my slut holes causing me pain is extreme pleasure. The big fat black cocks get encouragement from my load moaning and they go even harder, roughing me in the process. Both guys pinning my lower body around the hip and ass in such a way that there is limited movement for me and not allowing me to ease the pain by shifting my ass slightly. It is enjoyable and I get it regularly during my gang bang sessions.

24. It’s the happiest When I need it. When it works at the same time it makes me feel great. I don’t know which one gives me the most happiness.

25. If I told you my opinion, then it’s very comfortable and energetic for me. I love to do double penetration

26. I’m still a virgin, tight, closed pussy but really would enjoy to experiment with double penetration. Both dicks in ass. or both in my pussy. I need to try it

27. I love double penetration especially double vaginal penetration. I had two strangers vaginally penetrate me at the same time and they both ejaculated in my pussy at the same time getting me pregnant. I went through with the pregnancy and gave birth to a healthy baby girl on my birthday. I had her up for adoption 13 years ago because I didn’t want my parents to find out. I’m now 29 years old and haven’t seen my daughter since I gave birth to her.

28. Married to a wonderful man and a mother of a brilliant young man, I’m a woman who enjoys sex in every form and taste. Of all the styles and forms of sexual interaction I’ve had, I would go ahead and say that I’ve enjoyed more when I’m being pampered and pinned by multiple men at the same time.

29. I love being double penetrated. it’s like the way they say in sequels: twice the force, twice the action, twice the fun. I sleep with only the men I’m comfortable with, so when I was spit roasted, it was the ones I’ve already shared my bed with. The understanding between each other was so well that we didn’t even need to vocalize everything we wanted. We just knew what the other person wanted. That must have the reason why I enjoyed that session so much.

30. It was an immersive experience. The varying degree of pressure and pleasure, the dynamic motion, the exhausting and exhilarating orgasms and the sounds of sex. Slapping, slurping, sweating, swearing, sighing, squirting, screaming, sounds of sex. As I always say, two is better than one.

31. Double penetration is an absolutely fantastic experience but it can be a little tricky to position yourself for vaginal and anal penetration at the same time. I love the feeling of having two cocks working deep up in me and if I also have a third cock in my throat I feel like I am in paradise.

32. Not all women enjoy it, because it’s a lot like everything else about sex. not everyone likes all the same things. Not all women like penis. Some of us like both penis and vagina. But yes, some women can and do enjoy being double penetrated. Just be gentle and listen to her. She has more of a sense of what she can handle than anyone trying to put anything into her.

33. I absolutely love it. Not “same hole DP” but both hole DP. I’ve even enjoyed being “airtight” on occasion. I had a fwb with two roommates that I would visit once or twice a month to be “used”. Double the thrust, double the passion, double the fun, double the lust, double the moans, double the feel.

34. I love being double penetrated – it takes me to a place nothing else can. Even the thought of losing control over the part and banged by two men turns me on. Few things are as pleasurable and fun as making love with two men simultaneously. It is fucking amazing.

35. Yes, but varies with person and trust. I had my double penetration with my friend’s wife and she loves double penetration so much and enjoy lots with her hubby and with me. My friend and his wife love experimenting in sex and in that way we did double penetration to spice up sex. They were planning for double penetration for long time but finding trustworthy partner was a difficult task for them and keeping private their sexual acts too. Since we are close friend and work together, so he finds me suitable and comparatively young for his wife. As planned I joined for fun in night at his home and had my first double penetration with his wife. She enjoyed two cocks at a time in her ass and pussy and now we do regularly when we find time and she loves to enjoy double penetration.

36. Once we interviewed the XHamster porn actress who told us that with double penetration she gets the feeling of languor when you absolutely lose control over yourself. If you have one partner, you are able to control the speed of the movements, changes in the position, the degree of penetration, etc., whereas with two partners you have nothing but a deep feeling of being totally filled up. You simply switch off and FEEL. She says that the pleasure is incredible just because you have to lose control and leave it to the partners moving in you.

37. I think that some women enjoy the feeling of being penetrated in multiple ways because it can provide a more full and satisfying sexual experience. Additionally, some women may find that double penetration can help them to reach orgasm more easily or more intensely.

38. Well I do enjoy DP. I know lots of girls who are in otherwise monogamous relationships who find that doing this in a threesome with their man works really well for all parties. I know they think that they won’t or that they never would do this, but anal, vaginal is actually really dreamy and spaces you out amazingly. If you pre-plan, do STD tests all round and you can have that amazing feeling of being full of two men’s sperm too. Really – try it (or if you are male try it with your girl). You won’t regret it! PS: Don’t get judgmental – I’m a very respectable, innocent looking woman and you’d never guess.

39. I’ve got a tight pussy and tight asshole, but there is nothing like one cock drilling my asshole while another dick is pounding my pussy… to top it off, I’m sucking the third schlong hard as he attempts to ram it down my throat.:) That is 3 men/3cocks filling up all my holes = wonderful pleasure.

40. Me, personally, no way. But you never know if you don’t bring it up. I agree, you don’t just want to come out with this, but make it part of a lighthearted conversation about fantasies and desires. If my partner did ask me about it, I wouldn’t think badly of him unless he really pushed the issue after I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested.

41. Some women do. I do. I like ‘airtight’ even more. But DP can take getting used to. It helps a lot if the men know what they’re doing. At least among the people we know, it isn’t that common. Many women we know won’t do anal so of course they won’t do dp.

Author’s Note: These comments were compiled off the internet. A few of them are from men but mostly women.

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Proper Testicle Massage

We have emailed each other on occasion and you know that I actually am a true masturbationist. You have mentioned in some of your stories about testicular massage. Since that would fit right into the services I already offer my clients, I’d like to learn exactly how to do this for guys.

Are you aware of any websites that have video training about how to give a man a good testicle massage? I don’t want to hurt any of my clients, (unless that’s what they are into) so I want a legitimate source from which to learn the technique.

Thanks for any help you can give me.

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I don’t know of any websites that offer information on the techniques of testicular massage.

I have given and received several in my life. The only thoughts I have that might be helpful:

Avoid pressing on the area where the spermatic cord attaches. That is sensitive, and could possibly cause injury. However testicles in general are very tough. They’re rubbery with a thick outer layer, much like uncooked chicken gizzards. You probably can’t injure testicles with just your fingers, although if you squeeze really hard, most clients will not be happy.

Most guys who claim they only want a light touch, seem to like a heavy touch. However, you have to work up to it slowly.

It is most helpful if they can be erect during the massage. It makes them far more receptive to anything you want to do.

Most men come into a situation like this with a degree of concern. I think it’s important to let them know that some will get erect, some won’t, it’s not necessarily a gay thing – for those who would worry about that, and that it’s been done to millions of men for thousands of years.

However, there’s the concept of therapeutic massage, in which sexual excitement is not supposed to be part of the process. I think there are some guys who would like this, although my guess is they are fooling themselves. Like going to a nude beach and saying it’s not a sexually exciting event, a testicle massage probably has a sexual component for everyone.

I like to start with a very feather-light stroking of the midline of the scrotum, or just the hairs on the scrotum. Try it on yourself. It’s important to understand just how light this should be to have maximum effect. When done properly it is a delicious kind of tickle. You may have some clients who are extremely ticklish. Perhaps for those men, you should not touch lightly, but immediately cup their balls in your warm hands.

The light tickling can optionally be extended to the frenulum of the penis. Don’t be surprised to see an immediate erection if not already erect, and the penis may jump a centimeter at the beginning of each stroke.

Next, you might try some light ball slapping. Some clients will like this, while others may not care for it at all. Some may ask you to intensify the slapping until you are really hitting them hard.

The techniques I use vary, but one of the standards is to grab both balls at the same time, one between the thumb and first two fingers of each hand, pulling slightly toward the bottom of the scrotum and pressing and holding for a long time.

A great variation is to continually roll or squish the balls back and forth a few millimeters in your grip, or press harder and less hard rhythmically.

Another is using the same grip, you repeatedly let the balls slip out of your fingers, like wet bars of soap. The men will generally flinch or jump a little bit when this happens, but most enjoy it tremendously.

Some men get a lot out of simple scrotum massage. They don’t want or need their actual balls massaged as much as just touching of their scrotums.

One thing I enjoy is scrotum pulling. Stretch that skin out and hold it for a while by grabbing with both hands, being careful not to engage your fingernails.

When a testicle massage done right – with as much pressure as you can apply without hurting your client, the person comes away with a delicious feeling of slight heaviness in their balls that lasts for an hour or two afterward. I believe that the men actually have a greater sense of well-being, feel physically stronger, and see the world in brighter colors for several days afterward. However, this condition is generally so slight for many men that it’s hard to notice.

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