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Two Guys and a Wife on a Sofa

I’m a regular 48-year-old guy. So is my friend Jimmy. Well, actually, he’s 51 years old. His wife is 48. I’ve been over to their house about 6 times now and it’s the same each time, and I love it. Jimmy has rather unconventional ideas. You wouldn’t think so by looking at him. He’s of average build. Perhaps a bit short at 5’8″ and could lose ten pounds. He keeps his salt-and-pepper full beard neatly trimmed. He dresses conservatively. He’s an electronics test engineer, whatever that means. But unlike almost every man in America, he doesn’t like watching football, baseball and basketball on TV. That’s great, because I’m probably the only other guy in America who doesn’t enjoy just sitting there watching other people play sports. Oh, I like sports enough. In fact, I’m a part-time tennis instructor. The rest of the week I drive a taxi.

Jimmy was one of my fares. Like so many men around my age, I picked him up, and he gave me terse directions, and away we went in silence. My goal is to break these guys out of their silence. On a longer ride, I often get them talking about the most intimate things. I enjoy this game, and usually win. I won with Jimmy, and that’s when I found out he doesn’t like watching sports. I asked him whether he watches TV. He does. So I asked what he watches if he doesn’t watch sports. Porn, he announced. I mean, he just came right out and said that in my cab.

The conversation was getting interesting. I asked whether he is married, and he is. So, does his wife know about the porn?

“Oh yes. Sometimes she watches with me!”

I wanted to ask whether that gets her horny and whether they have sex afterward, but I thought that might be going too far, so I just kept silent for a moment. Then the oddest thing happened.

Jimmy invited me over to his house to watch with him.

So one Saturday evening not long ago, I took him up on his offer. I arrived at his door with a bottle of wine, and was greeted by his beautiful wife, Anna. She must be Greek or Southern Italian due to her olive skin. You could tell she was well past her youth, but still looked very fine to me! We introduced each other, and I felt a quite awkward. I hadn’t counted on her being there somehow, and now here I was, invited over to watch porn with her husband. She let me in, and pointed toward the living room where Jimmy was already settled in front of the TV, and stark naked. Not wearing a stitch of clothing. And, with his hand holding a full erection!

Well, that answered a question that had been bothering me. I was wondering what ‘watching porn’ with Jimmy actually meant, yet I was sort of prepared for any eventuality. I figured it could mean two normally dressed guys staring at sexual antics on a screen for an hour or two and doing nothing about it. Or, it could mean totally naked and wanking each other off. Or maybe something else I hadn’t even visualized yet.

And, now, what about his wife? Would she join us maybe? My God, that would be something! But at the moment, she was wearing an ordinary skirt, blouse and sandals. Well, like I said, I was prepared for any eventuality.

As I walked into the kitchen, Jimmy enthusiastically greeted me, as his wife melted away into the kitchen or somewhere. I kind of knew what to do: I immediately took off all my clothes and joined him on the sofa. He handed me the remote as I noticed what he had on the screen. It was a video you may have seen on the internet, of 27 young men jerking off all next to each other, laying on an assortment of sofas and recliners and on the floor. I let that one play for a while, and soon, I was slowly stroking my hard penis next to Jimmy. He was not circumcised, and it was a pleasure to see his hairy dick, and see his balls under the mess of hair. I’m circumcised and shaved down there. Jimmy complimented me on the way my genitals looked, and I was proud. I’m not big, and neither is he, but we are certainly average size. He seemed rather turned on by me, and didn’t mind staring rather intently at me as I jerked off.

I figured the evening would go well with one of us cumming, and then shortly thereafter the other, while his wife occupied herself elsewhere in the house. That was fine by me.

After a while, I handed the remote back to Jimmy, and told him to show me some of his favorites. He found a video of some people body painting and then posing in a park in New York City. There was an artist, a group of clothed onlookers, and two women and a man that were all painted up. They were kind of dancing around, and the guy was erect. That was really something. I was close to cumming.

Suddenly, to my great surprise, Anna returned, and was now completely naked. She’s a natural girl who was well-covered in black curly hair that made it’s way well up her belly. She had hair under her arms and on her legs. Her rather large breasts, laying flat, and seemingly a bit deflated against her chest, were quite attractive to me, with small, pointed dark nipples.

Jimmy had been pressed against the left edge of the sofa. I was near the middle, with about a foot of space between me and him. I figured Anna would want to sit between us, but instead, she sat to my right. Her thigh pressed against mine as she sat down, and I nearly came right then and there. This was one attractive woman! With her right hand, she started tickling her nipples, and then reached between her legs, evidently very lightly stroking her clit. With her other hand, she reached across me and grabbed the remote out of Jimmy’s hand. After blinking around a bit, she found a clip of two very white, full-breasted women trying unsuccessfully to fist each other’s pussys. Then, one of the women turned around (I love open ass views), and the other started working on fisting her butt.

That was too much for me. As soon as her wrist popped into the woman’s butt, I came all over my stomach. Jimmy handed me a towel, and Anna complimented me on my great orgasm, which she had been watching intently. Fifteen seconds later, Jimmy came, releasing big white globs onto his stomach. I handed back the towel. A minute after that Anna came, screaming embarrassingly loud, in my opinion, yet I enjoyed the show. I noticed there was quite a bit of liquid between her legs. She hadn’t used any sort of oil, so she had generated all that herself. Some of it dripped down onto the sofa, but she and Jimmy didn’t seem to care.

We talked a bit, and then I went home, quite satisfied. I have visited them five more times since then, and every session is nearly the same. Sometimes Anna joins us from the start, sometimes later on, but once she wasn’t even home. It was just me and Jimmy, and that was fine. Somehow, we have invisible boundaries. We have never touched each other, and that has not even been suggested. I’m fine with that. I love jerking off with my new found friends. Perhaps in the future, we’ll expand the boundaries. I’d enjoy touching him, or her, or having either of them touch me. Maybe give each other massages. Or wank each other to completion. But I’m also happy with the way things are. No hurry. Now, if I can figure out a way to invite my rather conservative wife to join us without freaking her out…

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Swinger Memoir

I’ve been involved in swinger activities for a number of years. When my wife and I first started, it was with a like-minded neighbor couple. We used to get together with this other couple frequently and socialize. Despite being very close friends, the subject of trading wives had never come up.

But one evening we were visiting at their house and we all had a bit too much to drink and it just happened. I had gone into the kitchen to freshen my drink and when I came back to the living room, my wife was sucking Larry’s cock. My initial reaction was a fit of rage but as I saw her lips caressing his throbbing penis I got strangely turned on. Melissa, Larry’s wife, called to me and I walked over to her, unable to take my eyes off of my wife Sandy’s bobbing head. As I continued to stare, Melissa unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening penis. She peeled back my foreskin and sucked the head into her mouth.

Before the night was over I had fucked Melissa twice and although my attention was diverted from what Larry and Sandy were doing, I’m pretty sure he shagged her at least three times. She told me later that he had even fucked her in the ass, something I had never done with her.

The funny thing about the whole experience was that after the last cum, all four of us lay naked on the bed together and talked about how much fun we’d all had. No recriminations and no hard feelings. Even as we lay there and talked, Sandy continued to fondle Larry’s now limp penis and I gently stroked Melissa’s wet clit.

This was the beginning of our swinger life. We managed to get together with Larry and Melissa a couple of times a week. It was always the four of us together. There was something about sharing the experience that really made it enjoyable. I’ve never been able to fully understand it but it gave me great joy to see Larry’s erect prick slamming into Sandy’s wet cunt. As our meetings progressed I learned how much fun it was to suck another man’s cock while the two women lapped each other’s pussies. One of my favorite things to do was to literally pull Larry’s cock out of my wife’s pussy and suck her juices off of it. Larry had a really nice cock and when he got hard it was like a bar of steel. I grew to love his dick as much as I loved his wife’s sopping wet cunt. And he sucked mine with equal enthusiasm.

Our love of swinging sex with Larry and Melissa led us to wonder what it would be like to broaden our experience. Larry had learned about a swinger club that operated in our town. It was in a very large, but old mansion. Two lesbian women owned the house and held swinger parties there about every third week. It was by invitation only and no singles allowed. I never did know exactly how Larry got us an invite but he did.

There was a fee to attend but the house supplied condoms and lube as well as snacks and drink mix. Plus clean linen on the beds. If you wanted the hard stuff you had to bring your own. Fresh, clean white towels were in abundance for clean-up purposes and there was always a need for clean-up. By the end of an evening at the club, a generous amount of cum and pussy juice had been secreted.

The house rules stated that men had to be totally naked. Sandals were supplied for your feet. Women were allowed to wear teddies or a loose cover up but after the first hour or two pretty much everybody there was naked. I suspect that the invitations were limited to a certain age group. My estimate is the age of the members ranged from about 30 to 45. And everybody was quite fit. Other rules were you were free to invite anyone to have sex with you but “no” meant “no.” Anybody who was overly pushy was asked to leave, never to return. I only saw one couple ejected and surprisingly it wasn’t the guy who broke the rule but it was his wife who constantly pestered one of the male members who had politely refused her advances on numerous occasions.

On our first few visits Sandy and I had kept our sexual activities limited to Larry and Melissa. But at one point, an extremely good looking guy, with a very impressive erect penis, had approached Sandy. I could tell she was immediately interested. She looked at me with a question in her eyes and I slightly nodded.

The house layout had two main large rooms that had originally had been the living and dining rooms. It also had a large number of bedrooms. Although the large rooms were more of a communal meeting area, some sex occurred there. I’ll be honest, I was totally shocked when Sandy and the new guy, who I later learned was named Rex, wasted no time whatsoever. They sat down together on a couch and within minutes she was sucking his large dick and that quickly led to her laying back while Rex shoved his dick in her pussy. She had her legs up over his shoulders and he pounded away with a real frenzy. They ended up spending the entire evening together going off into various rooms. She told me after we got home that he had fucked her five times and she sucked him off twice more. She admitted it was the best sex she’d ever had.

Now you would think I would be upset hearing that. But truthfully, I was just happy for her. As we had sex with more and more different partners, we both learned that it made us happy when our significant other had a great experience. Sandy and Rex fucked on a fairly regular basis but slowly the novelty wore off and she tried out other partners. I had a few women who I was partial to and they were to me, and we regularly had sex together. Sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with a third or fourth partner, usually including my wife and/or Larry and Melissa.

There was a surprising amount of male to male and female to female sex that occurred. In my younger days I had always assumed that same sex action occurred only between gays but my eyes were opened to the fact that almost every person there was bi-sexual. They just enjoyed sex and it didn’t matter what the partner’s gender might be. Then one thing occurred that I thought I would never do. Sandy and I were in a foursome with another couple. They were a bit younger than we were. She was very cute with a perfect body. The guy was in great shape but had a relatively small penis. Probably about 5-1/2” long and slim. Actually that is about the average penis length but I had noticed that as a group, most of the club members had larger than average cocks.

Anyway, I was fucking his wife Marie in the missionary position while Sandy sucked his dick. I wasn’t paying too much attention to them when I felt fingers wiping some lube on my asshole. Before I totally realized what was happening, John was penetrating my ass with his hard cock. It slid right in and although I had always said I would never let anybody fuck me in the ass, it actually felt really good. My wife knew of my aversion to being ass-fucked and was getting quite a kick out of me having a dick up my ass. I learned later that she put him up to it. She figured with his small size that it wouldn’t be that difficult to penetrate my ass.

I have to be honest, the sensation of my hard cock pumping Marie’s tight pussy while John thrusted his cock in and out of my rectum was almost more pleasurable than anyone had a right to expect. It wasn’t that long before I felt John’s cream spurting in my asshole and that triggered my orgasm and I flooded her cunt with a major cum load. Then as John pulled his cum covered cock out of me, Sandy grabbed his dick and sucked it clean while Marie did the same thing to me.

After we got home that’s all we could talk about. We relived the experience over and over. I sucked her clit to several orgasms and she coaxed another one out of me with her expert oral action. That led to a few days later her ordering a strap-on online. The cock on the strap-on was bigger than John’s and it took a bit of getting used to by me as it was initially a bit painful. I never understood what a woman gets out of using a strap-on but she said it gave her a feeling of power and that she usually had an orgasm. She had become extremely orgasmic as our sex experiences expanded, so I didn’t doubt that fucking me could make her cum.

She took the stupid thing to the club and she talked both Larry and Rex into letting her fuck their ass as well as several other willing club members. There was one guy in particular who really got off on her fucking his ass. He would get on all fours as she knelt behind him and fucked away. You could see his big hard dick dangling down and after ten minutes or so of her banging away, huge streams of jism would spurt from his dick. This became the talk of the club and it got to where they would do it in one of the main rooms with many members grouped around watching. The guy admitted to Sandy that her strap-on gave him the best orgasms of his life. Any time we were at the club and he showed up, he would beg her to fuck his ass. And she would. I told her she should start charging him a fee.

There was one gal who I was particularly taken with. She was probably the youngest woman there and was only 23 or 24. Her husband was older. Maybe 35. She had a very athletic body which I find especially attractive and a terrific set of real tits without any sag at all. She had a beautiful face and of course was in great demand but she was very particular about who she had sex with. Fortunately I was one she liked. Sandy used to tease the hell out of me about Gina preferring me over some of the studs that were members. Gina and her husband didn’t come regularly, maybe every other couple of months. But when she was there she always looked me up and I was only too happy to oblige. But the odd thing was, her husband did not want her to fuck anybody. Only blowjobs or handjobs. She preferred blowjobs. In fact she once told me she would rather suck a dick than fuck one. I don’t know if that was true or if she was just sticking to the party line.

No matter. Whatever the truth was, the girl sure loved to suck a cock. She gave, without a doubt, the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. It’s hard to describe exactly what she did that made her blowjobs so good. Part of it was she literally worshipped my cock the whole time she was licking and sucking it. To her, it was like my cock was the only thing that existed in the world. She would pull her lips off of it and then stare at my dick like it was the most wonderful thing in existence. She was also adept at deep throat. I’m only about 7-inches so it wasn’t a major feat to deep throat me but the frosting on the cake was as she took my entire length, her tongue would flick out and lick my balls.

On several of the times when she sucked me off, Sandy would be there just watching. Not participating in any way because she didn’t want to be a distraction. But she was hoping to learn what this girl’s secret was because I had raved about the quality of her blowjobs. And it paid off. Sandy became the second best cocksucker in the world. She never fully approached Gina’s competence level but came close enough to make me happy. Even Larry commented about how great her blowjobs had become.

I know it’s probably hard for some of you to believe, but our swinging lifestyle has really cemented our relationship. I love Sandy with all my heart but there’s nothing wrong with mind-blowing sex with other partners. Feeling those spurts of cum go down some stranger’s throat or vagina makes living really worthwhile.

That’s it for now.

Not Sure

My girlfriend says she’s not ‘ready.’ She won’t even masturbate with me or even show me her whole self naked.

On the other hand, my buddy and I have jerked each other off a few times. I’m starting to figure out that it’s natural and nice. One doesn’t have to be ‘gay’ to have a good time with a friend. Of course, if one is gay, that’s fine too, right?

So the day before yesterday, he proposed something new. He heard about ‘tantric masturbation’ and explained it to me. We decided to give it a try. Since the other day, I’ve read up on tantric stuff. I’m not sure that’s what we did, but it was fun in any case.

First, I started on him. The idea is I’d bring him close to cumming, but not let him go over the edge. I was basically sitting next to him while he was laying on his bed, and holding his balls gently with one hand, and jerking him with the other. Every time he got close, he let me know, and I stopped for a minute.

His cock became as hard as I’ve ever seen it. He was squirming, and laughing, but I could tell he was so close to cumming several times that he was like in another world.

After a while, I let go of his balls, pushed his legs farther apart, and placed my finger against his anus. I didn’t even push it in. He yelled “WAIT!” again, but it was too late, he came right away, spurting out buckets. I swear, his sperm went a foot in the air.

Then it was my turn. He wanked me and wanked me. Every time I got close, I let him know, and he stopped. This went on quite a while. I almost came like five times.

Before I knew it, and before I wanted it, it was over. He stopped. He told me it was better this way – that I should be satisfied without ever having ejaculated.

I wasn’t so sure. I’m still not so sure. I went home all sexually charged up. Contrary to what every bone in my body wanted, I didn’t jerk off when I got home. It would have been difficult anyway, with my sister home and all.

Now I swear there was a benefit. It just seemed to me that for the rest of the day, colors were a bit brighter, sounds were a bit crisper, my thinking might have been one notch clearer. Yup, I stayed horny, but it seems like it was in a good way.

After dinner, homework and some TV with the family, you can bet I jerked off. But taking what my friend said a step further, I kept doing that tantric thing, which I believe is also called edging. But, here’s the thing: I didn’t ejaculate. I haven’t even now, and it’s been two days. I did masturbate, I just didn’t let myself cum. I’m still seeing, hearing and thinking more clearly. Maybe even smelling and tasting with more clarity. Is that possible, or am I just imagining it? I don’t know. What are your thoughts about that?

My Brother Laramy

I’ve always been interested in all things sexual. It started before I can remember, but by the time I was fifteen not only was I masturbating at least twice a day, but I was always on the internet, looking for new information about sex.

I had figured out early on that I didn’t want to fuck. Too problematic in many ways. For three years after opportunities started coming my way (pun intended), I was still technically a virgin. However, in my early years, I had all sorts of objects stuck in any place they can be stuck, by both guys and girls. And, of course, I’ve been not only the stuckee, but the stucker, also.

But back to when I was fifteen. I had read that some women can orgasm from anal stimulation. I had already experienced clitoral and vaginal orgasms – plenty of them. All by myself, however. I hadn’t yet done anything with anyone else. It almost happened with this girl I know, but she geeked out at the last moment, so we didn’t even kiss.

The more I thought about the idea of orgasming from anal stimulation, the more I knew I had to try it. Oh, I had pressed a finger into my own butt, and sometimes an object or two. While enjoyable, nothing brought me close to orgasming. I started to realize I needed someone to help me out. I just couldn’t get it right by myself. But who?

The idea of my 13-year old brother came to mine. He’s a lovely kid, and would do any reasonable thing I asked. but no. Too crazy, right?

Well, you know how it is. An idea builds in your mind, and like a bulldog with a bone, you won’t let it go. So, feeling all sheepish and silly, and hell, downright embarrassed, I asked him.

“You want me to do what? You’ve gotta be kidding,” he ejaculated – in the old-fashioned use of the word. He was a late developer. I was pretty sure he couldn’t ejaculate yet, in the more modern use of the word.

I’m sure my face turned red. Now I felt like an idiot asking him to finger my ass.

Then he surprised me by saying in a bright, enthusiastic voice, “You bet!”

We got naked. It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other naked before, but that was like 8 years ago, when I was seven and he was five.

I was so horned up already, but then seeing him, with hairless little boner all hard and sticking straight out, well, I orgasmed, and I hadn’t even touched myself. It’s a good thing I’m a multi-orgasmic girl. From what I had read, not all women are like me. Some cum once, then like the boys I’d read about, they are totally done.

Now Laramy, my brother announced, “I can cum, you wanna see?” as he immediately started stroking his penis.

“Wait,” I practically yelled. I knew if he came he might lose interest in doing anything with me. I explained why I wanted him to wait, and he stopped. But he didn’t stop looking at my breasts. He was just staring, almost drooling like a fool. I was rather proud of my boobs, even though I was hoping they hadn’t fully grown in yet. They hadn’t reached that stage where they fold over and lay against my chest. I didn’t know if they would ever get that big or not. At the moment, they were really just bumps with little pink nipples on them.

On that occasion, Laramy did indeed cum, but it was like two little clear drips that seemed like water, or clear piss. I put my finger on one of the drips on his tummy, and it was kind of sticky, so I guess it was truly cum.

That was the first of many sexual explorations. He and I eventually became quite oral. There’s nothing like a dick in your mouth from a guy that you really and truly trust. Then, when that guy turns around and licks your clit, sucking your inner labia into his mouth, well, call it “Heaven!” We sometimes did 69, sucking each other at the same time, but more often, we’d take turns so we could more fully get the experience.

Around age seventeen, I met a guy named Ken. He and I hit it off. It wasn’t long before we were sexual. Oh, I know, but look, we were careful, always using condoms. As I’m sure all adult women know, the fulfilling feeling of a penis in your cunt can’t be beat, right?

The only problem with Ken was that Laramy became sort of jealous. Well, not quite that. He just missed our sessions together. Fortunately for Lar, that didn’t last long. One day Ken mentioned an interest in bisexuality. It took me like one second to figure I should set up something with Ken, Laramy, and me.

Fast forward ten years. My breasts never grew bigger. Oh, they’re OK, but they don’t flop down like I think I would have enjoyed. I’m still with Ken. Can you believe it? Laramy, Ken and I did fully play several times. A couple of times, in front of Ken’s delighted eyes, I did actually get fucked by my brother. Even in the ass one time. Always with condoms of course.

However, it didn’t last. It was inevitable that Lar would meet a girl. In fact. He’s been a serial monogamist for the past several years, but has totally lost interest in playing with Ken and his sister. Oh, well. Ken and I know how to have a good time with each other, and some other people we’ve met. But all that’s for another story.

She Loves Peehole Tonguing

She loves peehole tonguing

I’m kind of a weird case, I suppose. I just love it when someone will get me all sexually excited, so my inner labia loosen up, and then they can try to stick their tongue into my peehole. Of course, they can only get in a few millimeters, but I love when they try. Within short order, I’ll orgasm. And not only that, I’ll cum over and over again, sometimes for like five minutes.

I have had a couple of mild infections from this, but they itch or sting a little bit for a couple of days, then they go away.

It doesn’t matter who does it. It can be a male or female, young or old, fat or thin. No matter what, I just love it!

For some of my friends with whom I’ve done this, I’ll reciprocate. It’s the men more than women who like their peeholes tongued. I love a hard penis just a little way in my mouth, and then there I am jamming my tongue into their peehole. Sometimes with men, I’ll feel sudden resistance, as my tongue is pushed out by the flow of cum.

For fun a couple of times, I tried blocking the cum in a man’s urethra with my tongue. The cum always gets out anyway, but the guys seem to particularly enjoy that.

Yes, I’ll swallow. I guess it doesn’t taste especially nice, but I rather enjoy it anyway. I’m sure you know this, but there’s quite a difference from one man to another. Some have cum that tastes bitter, some salty, some almost sweet.

I do enjoy putting my tongue in the occasional woman who will let me do that also. I have induced some to involuntarily pee. No, I don’t swallow that! I have brought many to orgasms. Here’s the interesting part: Most women will refuse to have their peeholes licked, but once they acquiesce, they want it every time after.

Middle School Sexuality Test

Middle School (Junior High) sexuality test

Ever since junior high school at age 13, I knew I was bisexual. I’ve always been a bit of a rebel, but a considered rebel. I have always tried to think things through, and don’t necessarily go along with the masses, just because everyone else does a thing. I also don’t do something rebellious without thinking through the consequences. Having been taught to be a free thinker from an early age by my parents, I’ve been rather successful with my think-for-myself philosophy.

So part of that was deciding to be bisexual right from the get-go. It really opened doors for me. I’ve had a large number of spectacular encounters with many great boys, girls, and then men and women. The women and girls in my early life, have always been attracted to the openness of a guy who can come right out and admit bisexuality. The men and boys figured I was a safe bet to try out their own gayness or bisexuality.

I’ve always been discrete. I’d never tell anyone who else I slept with, or what I did with them. On the other hand, many of the people I played with, especially in my younger days, would easily tell everyone in sight – except maybe their parents – that they had played with me. Even many of the guys. Go figure!

So my reputation spread. And that was a good thing, because I’ve always been horny. My parents taught me early on that masturbation is a good thing. They told me it relieves stress, is good for physical health, and keeps horniness from building up to an intolerable level.

I say, “Why would anyone meditate when they could masturbate?” I do believe the benefits of masturbation far outweigh meditation. So, I always had guilt-free play with a whole bunch of people. Fortunately my parents told me everything about STDs and all that, and being one who thinks things through, I decided to become quite satisfied with non-penetrative sex in most cases. The only exception has been my wonderful wife, who I have been with for 22 years, and with whom I have two beautiful children. Yup, they’ve both told me that they are proud to be bisexual also.

Anyway, back to junior high school. It was called ‘junior high’ back then. Today it seems to be ‘middle school.’ Oh, I’m rambling, I know:) So, I developed a little technique I called the “Sex Test,” and all my male classmates just loved it. They told each other, and eventually, most of them came to me to administer the test.

They all wondered if they were gay, which was considered a bad thing in that time and place among 13-year-olds. So they’d come to my little treehouse in the backyard, into which I had dragged a slightly torn-up massage table I found in the trash. I’d throw a sheet on it, and I’d run the test. I’d have them take off all their clothes in the summer, or just lower their pants in the winter (winters were fairly warm in that part of California), and get on the table. I’d hand them a whole series of photos of sex. Some pictures were hetero, and an equal number were gay. I don’t remember where I got them, but I do remember cherishing the collection.

While my fellow students were examining the pictures, I’d start to massage them. For many, it was the first time their little penises had been touched. Mine was just as small and hairless at the time.

Some would come to me all quivering with, well, I don’t know what. Maybe fear, maybe nervousness, maybe anticipation. Some would be erect even before their pants came off. Some took a while to become erect. Most, at the time, were too young to ejaculate, although there were a few who had a full bush of hair and could cum in buckets – which I loved, since I myself, although I had already had many orgasms, couldn’t actually produce any cum. Many, like me, had dry orgasms. For several, I gave them their first-ever orgasms. In any case, They’d all leave in a most satisfied state! Well, sometimes they’d be a bit freaked out, but then they’d almost always come back to me a week or so later, and sheepishly ask me if I had any other ‘tests’ they could try, or if there was some way to repeat the experience. Of course, I always had something for them to try next. But that’s for another story.

For the ‘test,’ I’d typically start with very light touching of their scrotums, unless they were too ticklish. Then, I’d just gently handle their penises with my fingertips, and eventually work up to stroking them in earnest. I remember noticing that most of their penises were no bigger around than my thumb. Nowadays, the people I wank with are much bigger, of course. I just loved this business of jacking guys off – still do – and didn’t necessarily need reciprocation, although many of them did come back often after the ‘test’ and reciprocated most generously.

In the test, the moment they orgasmed, I’d grab the picture they were currently holding. If it was a man, I’d pronounce them ‘bisexual.’ You’ve gotta remember, calling them ‘gay’ would have sent them into a world of despair, yet calling them bisexual was just fine. Such is as it was then, with those kids. I was no psychologist (as you know, I am now), but at least I knew enough not to pronounce them ‘gay,’ and I think those who got the ‘bisexual’ title were relieved and appreciative. Those who were holding a girl’s picture would be pronounced ‘normal’ but I’d usually give my little spiel about everyone is somewhere on the hetero-gay continuum, with no one being entirely at one end. (I still say that today.)

A surprising number of girls came to me for ‘the test’ also. I never did settle on a standard technique for the girls. I always wanted to see their breasts, whether they were fully developed or not, so I insisted on full nudity. Why almost all of them complied with no complaints is something I still wonder about to this day. I’d generally hand them the pictures, and as they were going through them one by one, I’d rub their clits until they orgasmed. After a while, I learned to have them put their knees up, giving me full access. Then, I’d press a finger of my other hand gently against their little assholes. This way, I could generally feel when they were orgasming.

I took this test surprisingly seriously. I wanted to do a good job, so with the boys and the girls, it was important to notice when they started orgasming.

With some of them, even though I was pretty sure of the exact moment that the orgasm started, I’d tell them I wasn’t quite sure, so they should probably come back in a few days for another test. No one complained!

This went on until I was about sixteen, and then I don’t really know what happened. Perhaps I used up everyone in my school who wanted the test, or maybe I became bored, moving on to more interesting masturbatory pursuits, some of which I’ve told you about right here on Sex270.com.

Masturbate-A-Thon, Another Perspective

A Detailed Report on the Masturbate-A-Thon

I attended the annual Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco. I went three years running. Every year was better than the last. I considered it the world’s greatest sex party. This was my first year. About 120 people showed up, 70% male, 30% female. The idea was to wank for charity. Like a walk-a-thon, friends, family and coworkers pledged. But pledges weren’t amounts of money for miles covered. It was for minutes masturbated, or in a few cases, for number of orgasms.

I had to overcome some serious shyness to ask friends and coworkers, “Hey, I’m going to the Masturbate-A-Thon, do you want to pledge some money?” Surprisingly, eight of them did pledge. They were all quite supportive. I expected some would be shocked, maybe even giving me religious anti-masturbation lectures or something. But no, none of that. I invited all them to attend with me, but none did.

I invited my wife, and she said “OK.” But then day before the event was to take place, she backed out, and was mad at me because I still wanted to attend. I was sad she wouldn’t be there with me, but wouldn’t have missed it for the world!

I showed up an hour early and volunteered to help out. I helped a guy move hand trucks full of snacks and soda, I ran a floor sweeper and things like that. A couple of the volunteers were naked. Most were clothed. I took my clothes off, felt silly, then put them back on. One guy, a fellow I’ve mentioned in other articles here on Sex270, was not only naked, but sporting a boner, as he climbed up a ladder to run a video cable to the stage area.

Oh, yes, people who signed a waiver and got a purple wrist band would be videoed if they so chose. The video was a live internet feed, and a downloadable video would follow. At one point, to my total surprise, I found myself on that stage getting a handjob from none other than Nina Hartley, one of the world’s greatest porn stars, while clothed technicians with big handheld video cameras were filming me, sometimes quite close. That ended all too soon. (No, I didn’t cum in her hands.)

Nina Hartley attended the Masturbate-A-Thon
Nina Hartley

All in all, it was a spectacular party. It wasn’t just that over a hundred strangers got naked together and jerked off, most managing to edge, to hold it in, for hours. It was much more too. It was great conversation and companionship.

I want to tell you the most erotic part of the whole thing, what I remember most, and what makes me most horny when I look back on it, even to this day. And, it isn’t anything you probably would have guessed. The thing that I really remember is that once, during our allotted 5-minute break every hour, I had to go pee. I had to walk through a narrow hallway that was crowded with an assortment of clothed people. There were San Francisco dignitaries, news people, and others. Some were coming from or going to the viewing gallery, where some people had paid $40 per head not to participate, but only to watch. Go figure!

So, squeezing stark naked through the crowded hallway, with my boner sticking out at a strong right angle, I was like ‘excuse me, excuse me.’ At one point, I turned sort of sideways, and slipped past an elegant youngish woman dressed in a business suit and high heels. As I passed, my penis brushed against her hip. I quietly said, “Sorry,” and she just smiled.

So that’s the thing. The whole giant party was spectacular, with all tons of jerking off, all sorts of female and male people to watch, to talk with, and who were watching me as we all wanked together. But that momentary little brush against the woman’s hip is the thing that really gets me, even to this day.

By the way, the longest participant set a Guinness world record that day, lasting eight hours and 43 minutes. I was the third longest at 8:20. I don’t know how I lasted that long, but I did, and it was glorious all the way through. I actually quit, letting myself cum with a huge ejaculation, at 8:20 because I was afraid of actually being the ‘winner.’ I didn’t think I would want that publicity.

You’d think I’d be sore, maybe tired the next day, but no, I jerked off a couple of times the next day, just remembering what had happened.

Luke’s Pond

Embarrassing erection and more at Luke's Pond
Not Luke’s Pond, but the scene was somewhat like this.

I almost envy the older guys who have trouble getting it up. My problem has always been the opposite. I’m erect more often, an in more inappropriate situations than I should be. Or, at least so I thought.

It started in grade school. I’d be asked to come to the front of the class to speak, or draw on the board or something, and I’d have to hunch over in an attempt to hide the erection in my pants. It wasn’t always successful, and more than once both the girls and the boys laughed at me.

In middle school, we had gym class and had to change and shower in front of the other guys. That’s when I learned that certain things will mark you as ‘gay’ and in our limited young boy society at the time, that was considered a bad thing. I didn’t do anything to deserve the label. All I did was have an erection when changing and seeing the other boys in various states of undress. It would have been even worse if there were any girls in there, but of course there weren’t.

In the first year of high school, I was invited to go skinny dipping at Luke’s Pond, a local hangout for the older kids. The younger kids were never allowed there, and so I knew only vaguely about it. It felt like a super-honor to be invited. Finally, I was old enough. But, I couldn’t go. People would see my erection, and I’d be teased to the ends of the earth. Oh, and I so wanted to go to Luke’s Pond! It would have been my first time to see real live girls up close and nude.

Suddenly, I decided, “Fuck it, I’m going!” I was thinking of Radar O’Reilly, a character in an old TV series. He was flawed. He was short, wore glasses, had a high, hesitant voice and could have been the type of person who would just have given up on being socially accepted. But no, he was just himself, and he was accepted in his group. Then, when it came to the important stuff, he utilized his talents (exceptional ability to hear and know things slightly in advance), was a caring individual, and good at his work.

I could be myself, too, couldn’t I? Now, I didn’t have any special talents, other than the ability to have an erection at the worst times, but whatever, right?

So, with my heart in my throat, I rode my bike over to Luke’s Pond. As I approached, I saw about a dozen nude bodies, and some were indeed girls! One was Cindy, a chick I would have loved to get to know, if only she didn’t have eyes only for the ‘cool’ guys. But there she was, with her big, glorious boobs, and spectacular ass, naked as the day she was born! She was even better looking nude than I had imagined. And there was Sandra, looking sexy even if surprisingly blubbery in her slightly overweight condition. Being naked only enhanced her fetching smile. Oh, my god, I noticed that she had shaved her crotch area. I could make out the slot of her pussy with a bit of inner labia showing.

Of course my dick was already hard in my pants. I had to ride the last few hundred feet standing up because sitting kind of hurt my stiff dick a bit, being caught up in my underwear.

The big moment came. People said “Hi” as I arrived. They didn’t tease me, as had so often been the case. Let’s face it, if since grade school you’ve been mocked for erections, the teasing doesn’t stop there. You become everyone’s go to person for making fun of, for picking on.

OK, the big plunge, and I don’t mean into the water. The time was here to disrobe in front of these people. With actual fear, so much fear that I was shaking a little bit, I took off my shorts and T-shirt, and quickly jumped into the water, my erection waving in front of me as I ran along the little muddy beach.

I was expecting an actual wave of laughter, or perhaps mockery, or at least pointing and snickering. But nothing. Just a few variations of “Hi Ron.”

Well, I couldn’t stay in the water forever, so finally, I came out, still erect, walked over to a log and sat down. “Let them see it. No big deal,” I was trying to tell myself.

And it turns out it was no big deal. In retrospect, it was quite the opposite. For the first time ever, Ralph was willing to talk to me. Not snort, not tease, not laugh. He started an earnest conversation. Oh, it was nothing special, just about the broken old car his father had given him that he planned to fix up some day. But, he was talking in earnest to me!

Jim came over. Pretty soon the three of us were sitting on the log, like old friends. Them with their soft penises, me with my erection. After awhile, my erection actually went down, at least until Cindy came over and joined us. I kept staring at those boobs of hers. Oh, I so wanted to just reach out and touch them.

My erection grew again. No one said anything. Then, to my absolute surprise, Ralph said, “Hey Ron, nice boner!” The thing was, I could tell by his voice, that he wasn’t mocking. He was seriously complimenting my penis. At least I hoped that’s what was happening.

Then Cindy floored me. “Can I touch it?”

All I could say was “Um…”

She took that as a yes, took a couple of steps over to the log where I was sitting as I spread my legs further apart in invitation.

Cindy reached out, first lightly touching the head of my penis with her fingertips, then wrapping her hand around it. “Oh, it feels so good to hold,” she exclaimed. Then, “Here Julie, check it out,” as she moved aside for tall, sexy, dark-skinned Julie who had joined us.

Julie wrapped her black hand around my penis, and instinctually started moving her hand up and down.

“Oh, stop, I’m going to cum,” I horsely whisper-shouted. She let go immediately, and the pre-orgasmic feeling hovered for a minute then subsided.

Looking around, I was delighted to discover that I was no longer the only boy with an erection. By now, all 12 of us were gathered around the log. It seems I was the focus of attention, but all the other boys were standing there watching Julie and me with full erections. Some were idly stroking themselves.

George asked Julie, “Can I try?” She reluctantly let go of my penis, which she had resumed holding but not stroking and moved aside. No one said, “George, are you gay?” They were very accepting of whatever it was that was happening.

George put his hand on my cock, and I came instantly. Arching my back, moaning against my better judgment, wanting to not let on that I was in the throes of an amazing orgasm, but there was nothing I could do. I, was beyond my control.

It occurred to me that I ejaculated in a boy’s hand, not a girl. I didn’t want to be known as ‘gay.’ On the other hand, I was so blissed out, what did it matter?

The summer wore on. It turned out that George wasn’t gay, or at least I don’t think so. He was what I later came to know as bisexual, as was I. The fifteen or so kids who frequented Luke’s Pond became very good friends indeed. We had decided early on, after quite a bit of discussion, that we would keep our activities to masturbatory things. For the girls, us guys learned quickly how to tickle a girl’s clit until she cums. We learned how to kiss vaginas with lots of wet, sloppy tongue action. The girls, and sometimes the boys, learned how to give blowjobs without scraping with their teeth. We talked about sex all the time, but we all figured it was just too risky.

I kept being the boner boy – the most erect one in the group, but all the boys did have erections from time to time. We’d frequently jerk each other off if the girl’s weren’t giving us handjobs. It was all OK. The word ‘gay’ disappeared from our mutual vocabulary.

The strange part about the whole thing is that I, the former laughing stock, the one who was always teased, became not only totally accepted by the group, but when school started again, I was almost like a celebrity. People talked with me. They accepted my opinions. They even asked for my opinion on various things. I was exactly who I wanted to be, erection and all!

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.

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