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My Favorite Fetish – Glans Blame

my favorite sexual fetish, glans blame, also known as apple polishing, rosy palm, glans rubbing, cockhead torture

Hello, it’s me, Jeremy Watson, co-author of Sex270. I suppose my favorite fetish lately is intense glans palming, also known as glans blame, apple polishing, cockhead torture, rosy palm, or glans blame

I’ll have a friend start by tying me down by my wrists and ankles with soft ropes or bandanas to the corners of a bed or massage table. It doesn’t matter whether this friend is young or old, fat or thin, white or black, or male or female. Then the friend gets me erect, oils up the palm of one hand and starts rubbing it over the glans (tip of penis) while holding my penis in the grip of his or her other hand. If you’re a guy and have never had this done, you’ve gotta try it.

It is the most excruciating tickle in the world. You feel like you’ve gotta get away. Yet, it’s intensely erotic at the same time. You don’t generally ejaculate. It’s just too intense, But you might involuntarily pee. Anyway, that’s my favorite fetish at the moment, both giving and getting.

I have also enjoyed other fetishes such as firm testicle massage.

Janet’s Shocking Surprise

Janet's Big Surprise

My friend Zachary’s hobby is macro-photography. He takes amazing close-ups. I was looking at some a few months back and asking what they were. “Housefly wing.” “This is what Scotch tape looks like under a microscope.” One seemed to be some sort of black fibres covering a slightly rounded surface against a blue background. I asked what it was.

“That’s Janet’s pubic hair.”

Woah! My heard skipped a bunch of beats, and took me a moment before I could reply. I had seen his sister Janet around. Like Zac, she was very black – Sidney Poitier, Oprah Winfrey-black. She was short, perhaps 5′ 3,” slim, had short curly hair, and had a very engaging smile. Her breasts were quite small, only adding to her somewhat boyish attractiveness.

I’d say she is pretty much the opposite of me. I’m too tall at 6′ 4,” unathletically skinny, and with my light skin and blond hair, which I hate, I feel I am kind of weak-looking. Oh, I suppose if I think logically, I realize there are guys worse-looking than me, but still, I feel awkward. Maybe that’s why she is so attractive to me.

She is totally different. Not only in appearance, but in her activities. She is in her first year of medical school, and loves to play tennis. All I do is write computer software for my own little struggling company.

That evening I masturbated heartily, thinking that she and her brother must have had a wonderful time when he took that picture, and wondering exactly what they might have done. Did they pose for each other? Did he touch her vagina? Did he see her anus? Did they masturbate together, or maybe even masturbate each other? Do they do it often?

As my friendship with Zac grew, my mind would often wander back to that photograph, and being shy as I am, I never asked, and never struck up a conversation with Janet.

One day, she approached me. It seems she has been playing tennis with a partner at six in the morning, but this semester, he has an early class. She heard that I played a bit of tennis, and wanted to know if I’d fill in. Well, tennis is the only sport I have played, and I don’t do it all that well, so I told her I’d be a poor choice, but willing to try.

The next morning, there we were on the court. I found I could return her serves, but in any sort of rally, she instantly had me running all over the court. She seems to have an eye for where I’m not, and can always put the ball there. Well, to cut to the chase, we met on the tennis court every day, and started becoming more comfortable with each other. She started inviting me to her little studio apartment after tennis for a cup of coffee.

I was totally smitten, but too shy to do anything. At first. In time, things changed. We started kissing and petting. I have to say, that with most women, I have never enjoyed French kissing, but with Janet, something is just right. She tastes exactly right, smells lovely – I mean, there’s some real chemistry.

I started trying to push things farther. I’d feel up her tiny little breasts, which were really more like just nipples, and she didn’t object. I would work my hand under her bra (there was a lot of room) I could feel her nipples get hard in my fingertips. But when I tried to put my hand in her pants, she stopped me. Every time.

This went on for a month or so, and we kept on kissing and petting, but went no further. It was driving me crazy, and I didn’t understand. She seemed to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed hers. But, we couldn’t get beyond second base. What was up with that?

Another month, and I finally lost it. I got mad at her one morning. I started saying, much too loudly, “Hey! Why are you always stopping? Don’t you like me? What’s up?”

That’s when Janet broke down in tears. “I’ve got a big secret, and I’m afraid if you find out, you’ll go away forever.”

I told her there’s nothing that could drive me away other than another boyfriend, but that was not it. I didn’t know what ‘it’ was, because that’s all she would tell me between her sobs that day, and I didn’t press it. Oh, but I wondered what it could be. Was she a lesbian? Was she asexual? Had she been sexually assaulted as a child, and therefore sexually messed up? Was she having sex with her brother?

Later I found out it wasn’t her brother, at least. Well, they have masturbated together and masturbated each other on numerous occasions, but that wasn’t the big secret.

Yet another month passed, and I got frustrated again. I threatened to leave and never look back. More tears. Then, she surprised the heck out of me.

“OK, here’s my secret!” And with that, in one quick motion, she pulled down her pants and panties.

I saw her totally attractive naked self for the first time, and couldn’t imagine what she was trying to tell me. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Then I looked closer. Weird! Her clit was sticking out of her labia, but pretty much hidden under the hair. It was like an inch long and as big around as my thumb!

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Janet was intersexed. A hermaphrodite!

Janet's amazing big clit

We talked and talked. She has been afraid to reveal this to anyone since before she could remember. The only ones who know are her parents, her doctor, and her brother.

I told her that not only was her situation NOT a deal-breaker, it made her even more endearing to me! I loved seeing that big clit. It took me an hour to convince her. At one point, one of the things I did – not very romantic, I’ll admit, is that I pulled down my own pants and showed her my extremely hard erection, letting her know that she caused that.

Crude though that gesture was, it seemed to help her understand that she was no monster. She was totally, extremely attractive to me.

Fast forward another month to now: We are planning to get married. We have had all the usual sex, of which she is totally capable, but we particularly love masturbating each other. When I stroke her huge clit, it grows to about 1.5 inches long. It has a glans or head, much like a little penis, although it doesn’t have the loose skin that can be moved up and down like a real penis. If you could see it in cross section, it is not totally round. The bottom is like a piece of piece of pie missing. Whereas the bottom side of my penis is a third, softer section, her dorsal third missing, so it’s more like a slot. Of course she doesn’t ejaculate from it, but she does get very, very wet when she orgasms.

I particularly enjoy pushing my left index finger all the way into her asshole while I fondle her clit with the fingertips of my right hand. I can do it for hours, and she’ll have two, three, and sometimes even four orgasms. Then, she’ll turn around and stroke me lovingly, taking me to the brink of orgasm several times before finally hauling me over the edge.

Yes, we’re going to be married. I can’t wait to see if any of our children inherit the trait.

My Daughter Asked Like 16 Times

My daughter has always been a horndog. I’ve known that, but of course didn’t let her know I knew. And how did I know? Well, first of all, she her father’s daughter. But also, I caught her wanking in her room twice. Both times, I slinked away before she knew I had seen. I also caught her looking rather lustfully at a family photo that we usually ignore. We have up on the mantle except when we have company. It’s the whole family, naked at a campsite near the river. She was obviously interested in her brother’s equipment, which of course she’s seen in person, but on this occasion, you could tell by the way she was studying that picture. Anyway, on with the event.

Returning home from college for Christmas vacation, she started asking me, her own father, how often I masturbate, whether I enjoy masturbation, etc. I answered truthfully, but not volunteering anything more.

On her second day home, she came right out and asked whether I’d enjoy masturbating with her. I told her, again truthfully, that while I probably would enjoy that very much, I didn’t think it was appropriate.

She kept on asking every time she had a chance, meaning every time my wife was out shopping and our son wasn’t home. It got tiring. Worse, it started to affect me strangely. I started thinking, “So what would be so wrong with that?”

The day came, and we arranged to meet in my bedroom. She walked in wearing only a towel while I was in my bathrobe. She immediately dropped the towel. I have to say, I’m proud of what her mother and I created. She’s a beauty with long raven hair just like her mother, and tits, well, actually larger than her mother’s. I shouldn’t care about breast size, but I have to say, big ones really do something to me. Even if they are my daughter’s.

Under the circumstances, I wasn’t as shy as one might expect. I got rid of my bathrobe. Only this time, I was already rock-hard. My daughter has seen me naked more than once. No big deal. But never with an erection. This was a big deal, a huge deal for me. It was simultaneously exciting and embarrassing. My heart was beating really fast. I even felt strangely weak in the knees and feverish.

She took command. She had me lay down on the bed, and the next thing you know, my daughter’s pretty mouth was around the knob of my penis, while simultaneously, my fingers went to that little slit I used to clean when she was a baby. Well, she was no baby now! I felt her getting wet down there, just like when her mother is excited. It didn’t last long. She didn’t even get more than the knob of my penis in her mouth. In fact, I doubt she had yet acquired the skill to blow the whole thing, but dang if I didn’t cum right away. And my daughter swallowed every last bit! Being the gentleman and father I am, there was no doubt that I had to reciprocate. I had her take my place on the bed, and licked her amazing little clit until she exploded.

Well, that was the first time. Perhaps at another time I’ll tell you about the three-way with my daughter, wife and I. I have yet to experience anything like this with my son, but I know he’s a horndog too. So, it’s only a matter of time.

Balcony Hand Job

By Spurtz

For several years I had a very unusual relationship with a woman who was much younger than I was. When we started seeing one another I was about 15 years older than she was. She was definitely of legal age…as I recall she was about 28 when we began our relationship.

It didn’t take us long to progress to a full sexual relationship but we both knew it was nothing more than a “fuckbuddy” kind of thing and had no future. She was obviously looking for a more permanent relationship and after a year or so she moved in with a guy. However, we continued to see each other as “friends.” She was a hairdresser and would come to my house to cut my hair and that continued even after she hooked up with the other guy.

She wouldn’t fuck me as long as she was with this other guy but she would jack me off. She was fascinated by masturbation….moreso than any woman I have known. On a previous occasion she brought a girl friend to my house and I jacked off for both of them. But that’s another story.

Anyway, on this particular visit, she had come to my condo, which was on the third floor of a building that had nine units, three on each floor. My place was quite elaborate and had a large balcony that stretched around two sides of the unit. One side faced onto a wooded area but did overlook a street.

On this day, we had finished the haircut portion and had been lazing around and getting increasingly horny. I had stripped off my clothes….as I commonly did when she was there…being somewhat of an exhibitionist. We were sitting on the floor and I was trying to coax her into stripping down too. Finally, she took her clothes off. Although not a raving beauty, she did have a very, very nice figure. Beautiful legs, a perfect butt, narrow waist, and nicely formed breasts. I just loved to look at her body. As we lay there together on the floor, I looked at her body and stroked my hard penis.

She said it was too nice outside to be wasting our time indoors….why didn’t we go out on the balcony? I was a little hesitant to do this since if any of the neighbors saw me, I would have to deal with that on a continuing basis but since she didn’t live there it was no big deal to her. She was also an exhibitionist as I learned one time on a trip to Cabo San Lucas back when she was still fucking me. We did the nasty on a patio outside our hotel room one night. I was on my back on a chaise lounge and she mounted me and stuffed my cock inside her and started bouncing up and down. People walked by our room and I know they could plainly see us but she never stopped until we both came.

Back to my original experience. She started needling me about being too chicken to go outside onto the balcony. Finally, I figured what the hell…there wasn’t too much of a chance of anyone seeing me. If somebody did drive by and happen to look up, there is a possibility that they might see us but I thought it was unlikely. There was only a sidewalk on my building’s side of the street and the angle was too steep for anyone to see us on a third floor balcony. In the unlikely event that someone might be in the wooded area across the street, which was hilly and parts of it were on a plane with my balcony, they could for sure see us. But I had been living there for several years and had never seen anyone in the woods.

So we went out to the balcony. I had a table and chairs there and we sat in the chairs side by side facing the street. I had taken a large beach towel with me so that if I need to cover up quickly I could…mainly to hide my straining cock which by now was very, very excited. She didn’t bother with anything because I guess a naked woman is a lot less shocking than a guy with a massive hard-on.

At this point, I had been hard for close to an hour and had been stroking my prick off and on the whole time. She had given it a few strokes on occasion but mostly just watched me play with myself. Once we were on the balcony, my prick was screaming for attention and I told her that she needed to give it some action.

She was a very accomplished hand job artist and just knew perfectly how to play my cock. She reached over and started expertly stroking my cock with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. She had a little bottle of Astro-Glide and she coated my prick with it. I slid down in the seat a little bit and she knew what I wanted. She took her hand off my nuts for a second and wiped one finger over my prick to lube it up. Her hand went back to my balls while one finger found its way to my butthole. It slid right in. Her other hand continued to slide up an down my raging prick….ready to erupt any second. She knew intuitively when I was close to cumming so she slowed down her stroking to make it last. She kept this up for close to 20 minutes. I would never have been able to last that long if I had been jacking myself off. In fact I came close to grabbing my prick and finishing myself off.

Finally, I could hold back no longer and she knew it and started furiously pumping my prick while her finger went in and out of my asshole. My cock suddenly shot an extremely long rope of cum that went right over the balcony railing and a second one followed it, this time not clearing the top railing but going between the top and second rail. Several more weaker shots followed that landed on the baclony floor and my thighs as well as her hand.

One of the things I loved about her hand jobs is she never quit or even slowed down once I started spurting. She would keep on pumping until every last drop of cum was squeezed out and even then would keep stroking until I literally had to pull her hands off my cock because the feeling was so intense I couldn’t stand it.

I cleaned the cum off of me and her hands with the towel and then wrapped the towel around my waist and looked over the railing. The balcony on the second floor was directly under mine but the ground floor had a patio that extended out farther than my balcony. I looked down and saw very clear splatters of cum on a patio table directly below me. I was hoping that whoever lived there (I didn’t know them) wouldn’t recognize what it was and come knocking on my door. Nothing ever came of it fortunately.

I had many more interesting experiences with this woman but always was somewhat amazed at how she could feel ok about jacking me off when she was supposedly in love with this other guy. I did fuck her once while she was still living with him but that is a quite involved story.


Jerking Off is Fantastic

by Spurtz

As we all know, masturbation is a great way to relieve stress. And it feels really good. I got to thinking about all the various places I’ve masturbated and thought it was worth reviewing. Maybe bring back some good memories to my readers.

Unfortunately I really can’t remember my very early days of masturbation. At least not the specifics. My guess is that it mostly took place in bed or on the toilet. The toilet would have been preferable due to no mess to clean up and the ability to lock the door. Locking my bedroom door would have raised questions I wouldn’t want to answer.

But jerking off on the toilet had a downside. I had to push my hard cock down at an unnatural angle to shoot my cum into the bowl. And to me, that detracted somewhat from the orgasm. Cumming always feels much better to me when my cock is pointing up. More on that later.

Jacking off in bed was more satisfying although it required clean-up and if I wasn’t careful, the clean-up could involve more than just wiping semen off of my stomach and chest.

Growing up as a pre-teen we lived on a 70-acre tract and as the only boy in the family and no other kids living close by, I spent a lot of time roaming the woods behind my house by myself. Many of those hikes included taking my cock out and jacking off in the woods and watching my cum spurt onto the ground or nearby bushes.

Like all teens in high school, my dick was hard almost all the time in class. I had a couple of pairs of pants that had a hole in the right pocket. I would manage to get my cockhead through that hole and sit in class with my hand in my pocket and massage the head of my prick. One time I went too far and ended up with a load of cum in my pocket. Fortunately it didn’t bleed through the cloth and I managed to do a half-assed clean-up in the boy’s room.

Lots of masturbation occurred when I was fully dressed. If I found myself alone but worried that I might get caught, I would just unzip my pants, take my dick out, and start pounding away. Depending upon where this was taking place, I had to be conscious of where the cum would go. Sometimes into a wad of Kleenex or toilet paper and sometimes just wherever I could shoot it. The biggest concern was getting it on my clothes where my mother might see it when she washed my clothes. That did happen often enough that I’m sure she did see it but she never said anything.

By the time I was 15, while still jacking off every chance I could find, I had also discovered girls. But my sole interest back then was fucking them. Like an idiot, if I was rebuffed, I never even considered the fallback position of a handjob. Dumbass me. So most of my jackoffs were by my own hand and not that of a partner.

As I got older and had more partners, masturbation by a female partner became a part of my regular sexual activity. Lots of variations on the theme occurred. My second wife and I enjoyed the use of an outdoor hot tub. I would put my dick in front of one of the jets and she would do the same with her clit. When I reached the point of no return, I would stand up and she would jump up and jack me off onto the grass around the hot tub. I did not want to ejaculate into the water for obvious reasons. She would let the water jet finish her off.

Another thing she came up with out of the blue, was she managed to get her tongue in my asshole while jacking me off. This was the first time I begin to suspect that she was learning these tricks from another partner. This was before the internet so she didn’t pick it up there. If I had asked her, she likely would have told me that one of her girlfriends told her about it. Possibly that was true.

Another new trick she sprung on me was lubing up my dick with Vaseline. Despite me being in my 30’s, it had never occurred to me to do that. I figured she might have learned that from whoever was fucking her besides me.

While married to my second wife, we lived on a one acre lot that was heavily landscaped. Tons of yardwork was required which I really enjoyed doing. My favorite dress for yardwork was a t-shirt and some cutoff jeans. With no underwear. The jeans were cut quite short and while working in the yard, my cock would manage to work its way down one leg with the head exposed. That would lead to me rubbing the head and getting a full hard-on. Once I was hard, jerking off was the logical next step. I remember the many times I would get my dick out right in my yard and jack off onto the grass. The heavy landscaping kept me from being seen by any neighbors or passers-by. This literally occurred every time I worked in the yard. There was something taboo about it that made it super sexy.

One girl I dated for a while liked to play with my dick while we were driving in the car. The problem with it was a couple of times she went too far and I couldn’t hold back cumming. At the time you don’t give a shit about where the cum is going to go but afterwards, when there’s jism splattered all over your clothes, it becomes a real problem. She always thought it was hilariously funny for me to be covered in cum.

For a couple of years between marriages I had a fuckbuddy who was great fun. Nothing was taboo and she loved to jack me off. She was a hairdresser and would come to my house to cut my hair. When I knew she was coming I would edge for several hours ahead of time so I was primed by the time she got there. I would strip and sit in a chair in my kitchen and she would cut my hair. When she finished I would jack off while she watched. The goal was to see how far I could shoot. She actually got down with a tape measure and measured off a couple of inches short of five feet. On a second similar try I thought I had exceeded that number but another measurement was basically the same. After I came, we would jump in the shower together and by the time we got out, I was primed for more sex which would entail blowjobs and fucking.

One other time we both sitting naked on my balcony. She jacked me off and I shot over the balcony railings. I was on the third floor. I looked down and the first floor condo had a patio and there on the patio was a table with several blobs of semen splattered on it. Luckily nothing ever came of it.

The two of us were in San Jose Del Cabo at the tip of Baja. We had a late dinner and then walked the totally deserted main street of the town. I had to pee really bad and she encouraged me to do it in a doorway. I said I would if she would hold my cock for me. She did and when I finished peeing she started jerking me off and kept it up until I shot a load onto the sidewalk. This was right in the middle of town but it was midnight and we were pretty much on our own.

Then my third wife loved to play with my dick. But she had a thing about not wasting my cum. I had to finish off either down her throat or in her pussy. That was a bit of a setback for me because I’ve always got off on seeing the semen spurt out of my dick. That’s a sight I dearly love. Plenty of women get off on a good cumshot, but not my wife.

So she would give me a great handjob but once I got close, I had to finish off down her throat. Don’t get me wrong. Those were some fabulous orgasms as she sucked the cum out of my dick.

Later in life between marriage number two and three, I got involved with some M2M sessions. Some mutual jackoffs with another guy. Then I promoted several circle jerks with anywhere from four to six guys total. Lots of great jacking off and cum spurting. Even had my then girlfriend join one of the circle jerks and she jerked off all four of us to spurting orgasms. Great fun. One of the circle jerk guys brought his cute girlfriend to a threesome with me. No fucking but she jerked us both off. I loved it when she took some tissues and wiped my dick and chest clean of cum. Very, very hot. I’ve never really understood my reasoning, but getting all the cum cleaned up by my partner is very erotic to me. Holding my dick and wiping the still engorged dripping head clean of cum is the best. Love it.

In recent years with the advent of the internet and endless porn available, most of my jacking takes place in front of the computer in my home office. My office chair sits on one of those large plastic mats and I can just spurt my load right onto the mat for easy cleanup. Again, cock angle has a lot to do with the degree of pleasure achieved through orgasm. If I remain sitting, I have to push my dick down in order to easily shoot onto the plastic mat. So I usually stand up and just bend over. But the process of going from sitting to standing while whacking away, somehow lessens the intensity of the orgasm. The solution is to remain sitting and just not aim my dick at the floor. Unfortunately, the result of that is cum shooting all over my chest and lap. Sometimes I’m in the nude so it would be reasonably OK to do that but most of the time I’m clothed with just my pants pulled down and the result would be sticky semen all over everything.

It’s been years since I’ve jacked off in bed. Occasionally, I will be sitting out on my back patio and get the urge to cum. So I go ahead and jack off and then shoot onto the adjacent plot of grass. I’ve been single for quite some time now, so I can jack off very frequently with no concern of being interrupted. Although I do think one of the gardening crew might have caught a glimpse of me jacking my dick one time. Years ago, in a different house in a different town, the gardening crew was a man and his wife. She clearly saw me jacking off one time and even after I was aware that she saw me, she continued to watch until I shot my load. I was too close to even think about stopping. Then she turned away and went back to work.

Even at a fairly advanced age, I usually jack off twice a day. Sometimes more

Happy jacking, fellow masturbators.


The Handy Squad

Fiction by Spurtz

Jill, Charli, and Amanda were three teen high school girls. They had been close friends since grade school. They all lived in the same neighborhood. They shared all their secrets with each other and it soon became obvious that all three had an unusual interest in cocks. Sure, they had seen plenty of photos and videos on line but all three agreed that was nothing compared to actually touching and feeling a hard dick.

The Handy Squad

All three had some minor experience with cocks. Jill had a regular boyfriend and every time they were necking and making out, he would put her hand on his hard dick through his pants. He was too shy to take it out and she was equally too shy to ask him to show it.

Charli had gone with a date to a notorious lover’s lane where many high schoolers parked to make out. After much kissing and hugging, her date got one of her tits freed and was sucking on it. He unzipped his pants and was in the process of freeing his hard-on when Charli noticed two guys shining a flashlight in an adjacent car. She told her date and they both frantically tried to get decent. Her date had just zipped up his pants when two cops appeared at the side window shining a flashlight in the open window. “Time to go home, kids,” the cop told them.

That event scared them both so badly that no further attempt at sex took place.

Amanda made it a bit farther along with her date. He got his cock out and placed her hand on it. After just a few furtive movements of her hand, he ejaculated several spurts of cum all over his pants and shirt. Some got on her hand. She had heard that teen boys could be quick on the trigger but this was ridiculous. The boy was mortified and nothing was ever attempted again.

The three girls shared these stories. Jill and Charli wanted to know what Amanda’s date’s cock looked like but she said it was so dark she couldn’t really tell. This started what became almost an obsession with the three teens to have some actual contact with an erect cock. They endlessly talked about schemes to achieve contact with hard cocks but all the various ideas were discarded as either unrealistic or had the potential to have them branded as sluts at school.

Finally, Jill came up with a unique idea. She had a part time summer job at a local AARP office. Plus she was super handy with a computer. She tapped in to the AARP member database and got the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all members between the ages of 60 and 70 who lived in their ZIP code and were single or divorced. She came up with nearly 50 names. Jill proposed that they approach these older men and propose to give them a free handjob. Jill said this could almost be viewed as a public service as chances were that the only sex they were getting was with their own hand.

“But,” Charli objected, “who wants to play with some shriveled up old dick?”

“I’ve done some reading up on it,” responded Jill, “and what I’ve learned is that as a guy ages there is almost no change in his dick. It looks basically the same at 60 as it did at 15. Just bigger. And bigger is always better.”

“But some of these old guys are going to be fat and gross,” said Amanda. “I don’t want to be jerking off some old fat guy.”

Jill had an answer for that. “If we go to the dude’s door and he turns out to be fat and gross or too ugly, we just tell him we are collecting donations for the Girl Scouts. He’ll probably turn us down and we just leave.”

After much more discussion the three decided to give it a try.

The girls chose to wear their school uniforms. The uniforms were plaid skirts, which were surprisingly short, white blouses with a little red ribbon at the neck, knee-high white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The girls thought this was a good idea as the outfits made them look about 13 or 14 and they figured that would get the old guys to get a hard-on that much quicker. They decided to call themselves “The Handy Squad.”

They went over the addresses they had and crossed out any that were in a poor neighborhood. They figured it was best to limit themselves to upper middle class or upper class addresses. They elected to start with addresses that were within walking distance or a convenient bus ride. Nothing too close to home. They thought that some of the men might be interested in a return visit so they set up an anonymous email address where they could be contacted. The first visit would be free but return visits would be $100. They also decided that any man they contacted would have to agree to a quick shower before they gave him their treatment. If they were going to play with a guy’s cock, they wanted that to be a nice clean cock.

When they headed out to their first address, they all admitted to being scared and nervous. They weren’t concerned about being attacked or raped as they figured with three of them, there was safety in numbers. But what they were doing was pretty bold stuff for three 17-year old teens.

They arrived at a very nice upscale home and rang the doorbell. They were all relieved to see the door answered by a nice looking older man who was casually dressed in nice clothes. Jill had been selected as the spokesperson for the group. They had agreed that if any of the girls objected to the guy, they would give a quick little shake of their head before Jill said anything. Jill looked at both of her mates and they were both smiling.

“Hi,” Jill said, “we are the Handy Squad and are providing free handy’s to older gentlemen like yourself as a public service.”

“Free is usually good,” the man replied, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what a handy is. Can you be more specific?” Jill was a bit taken aback with this response. “Well, it’s a handjob. That’s all,” she said.

“You young girls are offering handjobs?” the guy replied with shock on his face. “I could go to jail having sex with girls as young as you.”

“We’re in Pennsylvania and the legal age of consent is 16. We are all 17 so there is no problem. We all have I.D. cards with our photo and age that we can show you but we will have to cover up our names and addresses for obvious reasons.”

“Well, if you say you are 17, I believe you, but you sure look younger than that. OK, what’s the catch? How much are you charging?”

“No charge. Our only requirement is that you take a shower before we start,” responded Charli.

“Well, hell, let’s get started. Come on in. Get yourself a soft drink out of the fridge while I take that shower”

Ten minutes later he called out that he was ready and waiting in the bedroom. The girls looked at each other. If they were going to back out, now was the time. They smiled and Amanda said “Let’s go upstairs.”

When they got to the bedroom Mr. Johnson was standing there in the nude. His penis was jutting out, already about half hard, probably in anticipation of what was coming. The girls had decided beforehand that part of their routine was to complement the men on their cocks. They begin by telling him what a nice penis he had and how much they were looking forward to jacking him off. The girls told him that this was all new to them and they needed his instructions on things they could do to his cock that made him feel good. They had him lay back on the bed and Jill explained what was going to happen.

“I’m going to be the first to jack your cock. Then Charli is going to take over and Amanda will finish you off. Each of us will take about ten minutes stroking your penis. So the total treatment will last about 30 minutes. Any time you think you might be about to cum, you must say something and we will back off. You have to make it last until Amanda finishes you off. This is important. While we are working you over we want your instructions on what we can do to make it feel better. Please be patient with us as you are the first man we have ever masturbated and we want it to be great for you. After you’ve cum, we will clean you up and take several minutes to make sure your cock is nice and clean. Charli has a packet of washcloths we brought along specifically for clean-up purposes. We feel a thorough clean-up is important rather than walking off and leaving you covered in cum.”

“Are you girls going to get undressed?” he wanted to know. “No,” replied Jill, “this isn’t about us. It’s all about your hard cock. You’ve probably never had three cute teens jack you off before and we want this to be the best handy you’ve ever had.”

With that, Jill climbed onto the bed and got between his legs. Finally, she thought, my first real penis and it’s a nice one. She estimated it was maybe six and a half inches long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and had a very attractive cockhead that had a nice purple color. She really wasn’t expecting an old guy to have such a rock hard prick but of course she had no basis for comparison. She had felt her boyfriend’s dick through his pants but she didn’t think it ever felt this hard. She had seen numerous handjobs given on the internet so she roughly knew what to do. She lightly gripped his nuts with her left hand and started jacking his rock hard cock with the other. Over the thirty minutes that the three teens stroked the man’s cock he had given them a number of instructions. One was placing the palm of their hand on the tip of his dick and rubbing it back and forth in a circular motion. Another was steepling their fingers and sliding them down over his cock head which stimulated the coronal ridge, a very sensitive area. And of course he showed them how to pay special attention the frenulum area, even explaining that an ejaculation could be coaxed out just by rubbing that area.

When it was Charli’s turn she was thrilled. She had had many fantasies imagining what it would be like to actually have a nice erect dick in her hands and it was even more exciting than she had dreamed. She couldn’t take her eyes off of that throbbing cock. It was like the guy didn’t even exist, just his dick. He had to stop her a couple of times because he was on the verge of cumming. But even when she had to stop jerking him off, she couldn’t let go of that wonderful cock. She was hooked on dicks for sure.

Then Amanda moved into position and took over. Charli hated to let go of Mr. Johnson’s cock but it was Amanda’s turn. The girls had decided that they would take turns being last as they moved on to other men, so that all three would get to experience actually bringing on the ejaculation. Amanda pumped away really enjoying watching the bulbous red head of his cock disappear and then reappear out of her fist. She knew he was close as his body started jerking in little convulsions. He blurted out, “When I start to cum, don’t stop. In fact grip harder and go faster.” She was already aware of this because all three girls had read everything they could find on handjobs and she knew that many women would stop pumping or even let go when the cum started shooting and that this really ruined the orgasm for the man.

Even though Amanda’s full ten minutes of jerking was not up, it was pretty obvious that Mr. Johnson had arrived at the point where even if she had stopped, he was going to cum. As his orgasm neared, he cried out “Tighter, faster,” and Amanda did just that. Without any warning the cum started spurting out of the man’s cock. Very forceful streams shot up his chest and onto his face. Amanda was a bit shocked because she really wasn’t expecting so much cum. It was at least twice what her boyfriend had ejaculated in her one previous experience. She kept on pumping as her two teammates screamed with pleasure as they watched stream after stream of semen jetting from Johnson’s cock. Amanda dutifully kept jacking until there was no more cum to have. She finally let go of his dick and picked up one of the handcloths and wiped her hands first. Then she delicately took hold of his wilting penis and wiped all the semen off and then wiped his chest and even his face. She noticed that his dick had a thin string of semen drooling from the tip and she went back and cleaned that up.

Johnson lay on the bed, totally wiped out. His dick was bright red from the beating the girls had given it. “Omigod, girls,” he gasped, “that was the best handjob I’ve ever had in my entire life. Can I get you to come back and do it again. In fact, if you give me a few minutes to rest, I’d like to do it again right now.”

Jill answered. “We can’t do it now, we have to get home. We can come back but seconds cost $100. First handy is free.”

“Cost is not an issue. It would be the best $100 I ever spent. What I would like to do is set up weekly visits at $100 each. In fact, make it $200, and if all three of you will get undressed while jacking me off, I’ll make it $300. What do you say?”

“We need to talk it over and will get back to you. We have your phone number,” answered Jill. “But let me warn you, if we agree to get undressed, it’s just for looking. No fucking.”

“How about blowjobs?” he countered. I could go $500 a week if all three would take turns blowing me.”

Unknown to the girls, he couldn’t hire a decent hooker for a blowjob for $500 but to them it was a lot of money.

Jill thought that this guy must have plenty of money to spend that much weekly. “None of us have ever sucked a cock before,” she said. “We really need to discuss it and let you know.”

The girls said their goodbyes and told him how much they enjoyed jacking him off and seeing him spurt. He was overjoyed that they had searched him out and explained how he thought his sex life was over and that having the experience with them was one of the most wonderful things that had ever happened to him.

As the girls walked home they joyfully discussed what they just had experienced. They all raved about the opportunity to see a real penis in the flesh and to jack it and watch it spurt. They talked about how many more names were on the list and although the offer for repeat performances with Mr. Johnson was greatly appreciated, the thought of many more different cocks was also very appealing.

Being the realist in the group, Charli pointed out that it didn’t have to be one or the other. They could do both. The only possible fly in the ointment was their time was not always their own. They had parents. It might be difficult to set up weekly meetings with Mr. Johnson where all three girls would be available. “How do you feel about sucking his cock and being totally naked?” asked Jill.

Amanda responded, “I don’t mind going naked. You know he will try to grab our tits and maybe get his fingers in our pussies. I can handle that. And he does have a really nice dick. I could picture myself sucking it as long as he doesn’t cum in my mouth.”

“That would be gross,” replied Jill, “although I see a lot of women on the internet taking a load in their mouth and loving it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. But if we agree to his deal, we could make a rule of no cum in our mouths. Anyway, we don’t have to make a decision right now. I’m looking forward to the next guy on our list. Variety is the spice of life, they say. The more dicks I can jack off, the better.“

Author’s note: You probably already figured it out but this story is a fantasy.

The Handy Squad – Part 2

Continuing the fantasy…..

The three 17 year old high school girls who made up The Handy Squad had made it their goal to approach a different older man each week and offer to provide him a free handjob. The initial contact had proven so successful with Mr. Johnson, who turned out to be quite wealthy, that he was willing to pay them a substantial amount of money to see him once each week and get him off. However, he had some special conditions which they had discussed at length as to whether or not they wanted to agree. One condition was that they all be nude. All three girls had really nice athletic bodies and weren’t afraid to show them off so that was not a problem. Jill had some concerns that Mr. Johnson would try to grab their tits or get his fingers in their bare pussies but both Charli and Amanda were confident they could handle that issue. The other condition was that all three girls would take turns sucking his cock. Again, all three were ok with that as long as he didn’t cum in their mouth and Mr. Johnson agreed with that.

None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before so they were looking forward to this new experience.

Their original plan was to meet the men on a school day. They wanted to wear their school uniforms which made them look even younger than they were. Their school let out at 3 pm and their parents usually didn’t get home from work until 5:30 or 6 pm. Jill and Charli both had single moms and Amanda’s parents both worked. So the girls could leave right from school and have about three hours to meet different older men and jack them off. And still get home before any parents did.

When they first started The Handy Squad they had addresses for older single men who were within walking distance or a short bus ride. They decided to meet Mr. Johnson for his weekly session on the weekends because they could always come up with some excuse to be gone for a two or three hours while they worked over Mr. Johnson’s hard cock.

The first repeat session with Mr. Johnson went extremely well. He was a really nice older guy who was very respectful to the three girls and never made any weird demands. Jill was the first of the three to take his cock in her mouth. None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before but both Jill and Charli took to it very quickly. They both discovered that it was something they really enjoyed. Amanda initially just tolerated it but as the weeks went by, she learned to look forward to having Mr. Johnson’s hard cock in her mouth. Jill knew it was just a matter of time before one of them took a blowjob too far and ended up with a load of cum in their mouth. The three of them had discussed it and all three had decided that they kind of looked forward to the experience since it would be a new experience.

They settled into a routine of hitting a new guy one day each week. A second weekday was set aside for repeats as nearly every guy wanted a repeat performance. The original plan was to charge $100 for a repeat performance but so many men requested repeats that they raised the price to $200. Coupled with the $500 Mr. Johnson was paying each week gave them enough money to pay an Uber to take them around so they didn’t have to walk or ride a bus. With plenty left over.

The men that came after Mr. Johnson were not all a winner like he was. One guy refused their services totally as he thought it was some kind of scam to blackmail him. Another guy couldn’t get fully hard although he did get hard enough that they eventually made him cum. Two guys were gay so that was a no-go. And one guy was a religious nut who went on a rant about what they were doing was an abomination under God and also illegal. They didn’t bother to argue the point but they were in Pennsylvania where the legal age of consent is 16 and as long as it was a free service, they weren’t breaking any laws. The repeat fee was probably illegal but who was going to complain? Anyway they told the guy they would stop what they were doing and repent their sins to shut him up before he called the cops. Even though the cops wouldn’t do anything because they weren’t breaking the law, they were afraid the cops would tell their parents.

But they also had many successes and learned even more about how to give a world class handjob. One guy introduced them to the use of a lubricant. Which they really liked and made it a point to always carry a bottle of K-Y with them on all future visits. Another guy tried to talk them into fingering his butthole while they jacked his cock but they thought that was gross. Until two more men suggested the same thing, so they decided to give it a try. That became part of their jackoff routine to the enjoyment of their partners.

About the fifth or sixth guy they successfully approached was Mr. Pirelli. He was a really good looking older dude. Very distinguished looking and lived in what was literally a mansion. He was extremely enthused about their offer. They later learned that he had a very active sex life but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have three cute teens jack off his penis. And what a penis is was. Jill thought it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and the other two agreed. Not only was it beautiful but it was very large. They all thought it had to be at least eight inches long and very thick. And extremely hard.

The girls, who all had an obsession with hard cocks, literally worshipped Mr. Pirelli’s monster dick. He insisted the girl’s call him Don. After the three took turns jacking his rock hard throbbing prick to a monster cum, they couldn’t leave it alone. They took turns taking a long time to clean up the cum and wipe his still firm penis dry. As they cleaned him up a small drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock and Charli leaned in and licked it off. Then the other two girls touched their tongue to his dick and all three lapped away. His prick responded as expected and this time the girls each took turns sucking his throbbing monster. Even though he had just cum, after five weeks of sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock, they were all talented cocksuckers and it wasn’t long before Don was ready to blow again.

Jill was the one sucking him at the time and she could tell he was on the verge of filling her mouth and throat with jism. And she wanted it. Knowing she could make him cum gave her a huge feeling of accomplishment and power. She jammed a finger up his ass and grabbed his nuts with the other hand as her lips flew up and down the length of his giant prick. She was the only one of the three who had mastered the art of deep throat and she had Don’s cock down her throat as far as it would go. As her head bobbed up and down she felt his body tense up and he grabbed her head with both hands and guided her bobbing head to the exact rhythm he needed to achieve orgasm. She felt his cock pulse as the semen coursed its way up the length of his prick and his balls twitched in her hand. Finally her goal was reached as spurt after powerful spurt of Don’s cum shot down her throat. As fast as the cum came, Jill swallowed and swallowed. For a second she was afraid it was more than she could handle and a bit did squirt out of her mouth. But she managed to take most of the load down her throat. Even after she was sure she had sucked the last drop of semen from Don’s monster cock, she kept on sucking as hard as she could. Finally, Don could take no more and pushed her head off of his dick telling her the sensitivity was more than he could handle.

They lay there together. His still hard prick just inches from her mouth. She slid closer and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. The other two girls leaned in and smothered his cock with kisses.

“Girls,” gasped Don, “I’ve had too many blowjobs to count, but without a doubt that was the best one I’ve ever had in my entire life and it was with a 17-year old kid. And you took my entire prick right to the balls. Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?”

Jill decided not to answer and let him wonder. Amanda said “Mr. Pirelli, we have to get going in order to get home before our parents. We’ve never gotten a guy off twice in one meeting before so we’ve been here longer than usual.”

As the girls got themselves together preparing to leave, Don handed Jill a thousand dollars in cash and said, “I know you girls don’t charge but I want you to have this. It’s the only way I can express what a wonderful experience this has been for me. And you will definitely be hearing from me again.”

The Handy Squad – Chapter 3

The fantasy continues…..

The three girls continued on their “public service,” as they liked to call it, of searching out older single men and giving out free handjobs. Jill, Charli, and Amanda had been super tight friends since grade school and all three had shared every aspect of their life, even their deepest, darkest secrets, with each other. One thing they all agreed on was they were extremely enamored with men’s cocks. Although prior to forming The Handy Squad, they had very little actual contact with a real penis. Which was why The Handy Squad was born.

In just the first few months of the Squad’s existence, they had managed to jerk off an impressive number of older men. Most of whom requested follow-up sessions. The first contact was free and what they considered a public service. But repeat sessions were $200 each. Plus they had a standing weekly get together with a Mr. Johnson who paid them $500 weekly for handjobs and blowjobs.

The girls had discussed about going to the next step with any of these men and allowing actual intercourse. They had decided against it. After all, they were only 17 and the men they were seeing were all 60 and up.

One of the men who they met was Don Pirelli. What they didn’t know when he answered the door of what could literally be considered a mansion, was that the mansion was only a guest house down the street from his real home where he had a complete staff in a really huge estate. He also carried the tile of a Count from his former country. And was fabulously wealthy. The girls were very fortunate to catch him alone at the guest house because if they had knocked on the door of his estate, it would have been answered by one of the staff and they would never have gotten close to the Count.

They did jack him off and that somehow led to Jill giving him what he called the best blowjob of his life. She did have some experience as they all had been sucking off Mr. Johnson for the past five weeks. The Count was so impressed that he gave the girls a thousand dollars and immediately made plans to see them again. However after a couple more sessions with the Count, Jill had become obsessed with his overly large penis. And it wasn’t just the size. She thought it was the best looking cock she had ever seen and had become totally obsessed with it. It was all that she thought about.

She contacted the Count and made arrangements to meet him at the guest house. She was already feeling guilty about not telling the rest of the Handy Squad what she was doing. But she wanted at least one session with the Count’s beautiful cock all to herself. In the last two sessions with him the girls had taken turns jacking him off. He was actually partial to handjobs and his reasoning was he liked viewing his cock being worked over with the hands of the three teens. And he especially got off on seeing his cock spurt streams of cum. If his dick was buried in one of the girl’s mouths, he couldn’t admire his bulging shiny cockhead and couldn’t get off seeing himself ejaculate halfway across the room. And the girls agreed. They also got off seeing him blast a load of cum out of his monster cock.

When Jill arrived at the guest house, the Count wanted to know where her teammates were? She explained that the three of them had agreed that no actual fucking would occur with any of the men they serviced. But she admitted to the Count that she had an all-consuming desire to have his big prick buried deep in her pussy. She told him that’s all she thought about 24/7 and it was driving her crazy. She told him that she’d never been fucked but spent all her waking hours visualizing what it would feel like to have her pussy stretched with the Count’s huge prick.

Don Pirelli was all for the idea. He confessed that he had visions of fucking her ever since he met her. They both shed their clothing and climbed onto the Count’s California King Size bed. His cock was instantly hard and Jill immediately grabbed it, stroked it, kissed it and sucked the bulbous head. The Count liberally coated his throbbing cock with lubricant and also smeared it over the entrance to Jill’s cunt. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. The Count directed the head of his penis to her opening and attempted to enter her. The head finally slid into her followed by about five or six inches of throbbing cock. The head bumped up against her cervix and she winced with the slight pain. He realized that he had to take it easy since she was a virgin. She had already told him that all three of the girls had already destroyed their hymens playing with Amanda’s mother’s large collection of dildoes and vibrators. They had spent hours getting each other off long before they formed The Handy Squad.

Still, it was important to take it somewhat easy with a girl who had never been fucked before. The Count spent the next hour thrusting his hard prick in and out of Jill’s now juicy teen cunt. Anytime he got close to cumming he would back off for a bit or change to a new position. The Count knew every coital position that existed and tried them all out on the willing teen. She turned out to be multi-orgasmic and they both lost count of how many times she came. Finally it was his turn and with an almost animalistic heaving of the two bodies, he felt the cum start to ejaculate from his big cock into the sweet teen’s vagina. They were back in the missionary position and she had her legs locked around him and screamed with ecstasy, and some pain, as she felt the semen splatter against her insides. Finally his thrusts diminished as the last of his orgasm brought him down and the two of them lay there exhausted. After a few minutes she felt his cock slip from her and she reversed her position on the bed and took his wilting penis in her mouth and sucked it clean of her juices and his cum. The combination of the two flavors was very unique and she looked forward to experiencing it many more times.

Jill had been gone for a long time and had to get home. The Count gave her another thousand dollars which sounds like a lot but was pocket change to him. At any given time he carried fifteen to twenty thousand in cash. She took an Uber home and once there, called Charli and Amanda and asked them to come over to her house.

Once all three girls were there, Jill confessed to what she had done. She was afraid they would be mad at her but actually they thought it was great that she took that step. She offered to split the money with them but they said she earned it. But they both now admitted they would like to fuck the Count as, like Jill, they wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by a cock that large. She told them it was fabulous. She was frankly a bit jealous to share the Count’s cock with her friends but she realized there was no room for jealousy. Because of many factors, her relationship with the Count would never be anything more than sexual so it was only fair that the other girls get their share.

Another meeting was set up for a few days in the future and the three teens hooked up once again with the Count. Jill was surprised that she actually got a sexual thrill, along with some pangs of jealousy, watching the Count’s huge member thrusting into the pussies of her two best friends. The Count fucked Charli first and after a few minutes rest, he assaulted Amanda’s waiting pussy for a second ejaculation.

After both copulations, Jill made it her duty to suck his cock clean of semen and her friend’s vaginal juices. The Count felt bad about not being up to fucking Jill in the time they had left but made up for it by licking and sucking her clit to several screaming orgasms. Jill was on birth control but the other two were not. But the Count had Julie pills available for the girls to take and neither was in what was considered their ovulation periods so the risk of pregnancy was almost non-existent. They made plans for another hookup the following week and the Count promised to fuck all three of them.

The Count handed out another thousand dollars to each of the three girls. As the girls headed home in an Uber they discussed what to do about all the money they were getting. There really was no way to spend it and hide it from their parents. Between the $500 a week Mr. Johnson was giving them and then another $200 a week for a repeat with former sessions, plus the thousand a week each girl was going to be getting from the Count, the total was $3,700 a week. Divided three ways, that was $1,233 a week for each girl. Tax fee. That was almost $65,000 net a year. What to do? Charli came up with opening savings accounts and just saving the money until they were older. With a bit of cleverness they could keep the accounts hidden from their parents and build a nice little nest egg for when they left home and were out on their own.

And realistically, how long could they keep up the pace with The Handy Squad? At some point all the jacking, sucking and fucking was going to get to be too much too handle. But for now, it was sure a lot of fun to play with all of those different hard cocks.


Sex Play with Encyclopedia

Weird couple has 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.

Waxing, Erect or Not?

Waxing, erect or not?

I’ve been shaving my crotch almost from as the time I’ve been shaving my face. I like the smooth look. But it’s not really that smooth. My wife tells me it’s like sandpaper down there against her face and her other parts. I therefore started thinking about waxing. I looked it up on YouTube, and to my surprise, you can actually see videos of guys getting their cocks and balls waxed. They guys didn’t seem to be flinching, because that was my concern, that it would hurt. So, I signed up for an appointment at a local spa.

The practitioner was a woman, and pretty good-looking too. She had dark hair and really white skin. She could loose a couple of pounds, but only a couple. She had really nice, ample breasts, which I always appreciate.

I was nervous. Not that it was going to hurt, but just the idea of being seen naked by a strange person, a woman at that. I didn’t even really think about her actually touching my penis and all, but of course, logically, that would happen, right?

The spa had given me a white robe. After saying ‘hi’ and introducing herself, she asked me to remove it in a very matter-of-fact clinical way. Part of me wanted to run out of the room, Another part found the notion of what was about to happen terribly sexy. I do believe I was actually shaking a bit. Of course, I did step out of the robe, trying to act as casual as possible.

She instructed me to lay down, then just like a doctor or an accountant or bricklayer for that matter, she went to work. She wasn’t much of a talker, doing her work quietly.

Don’t let anyone tell you that waxing doesn’t hurt. It hurts like a mother! Why those guys on YouTube didn’t flinch, or even yell out, I have no idea.

I guess I’m proud to say I didn’t get hard. I had to do some pretty intense math in my head a couple of times, but mostly what she was doing just stung too much.

It seemed to take forever. I didn’t actually yell, but I’m sure I jumped pretty good a couple of times. I had pretty well decided I’d never go for waxing again. Then she said, “Finishing touches.”

She reached over and grabbed a pair of tweezers, announcing, “For this procedure, you’ll need to be erect.”

I was floored! Did she actually just say that? She went on to explain that in this procedure she pulls out a few remaining stubborn hairs. It seems to hurt guys less if they are hard. And, she can better see the hairs when a guy is in that condition.

I just laid there like an idiot.

“Go ahead and get hard,” she said.

I couldn’t quite understand that she expected me to lay there and jerk off for her, but that’s exactly what she expected. So, I did. What else could I do? It took me like 30 seconds, and I was hard as a rock.

She went to work, pulling out a half-dozen hairs, holding my erect cock this way and that, pulling on my scrotum various ways. I was just starting to get that wonderful tingle, that gonna-cum feeling, when she announced she was done.

And that was that.

Waxing Spa

Three years ago, I saw a thing on YouTube. It made me jill myself silly right away, having an especially long orgasm, or maybe a series of orgasms – I can’t quite tell. I usually have just one, then I’m done, so this video truly affected me. A man was having his genitals waxed – you know, hair removal. As it was happening his penis became erect. Now, I’ve seen pornography on the Internet before. You can’t escape it. But seeing that got me to thinking. I was imagining me being the practitioner. How much more fun would that be than being an accountant for a grocery chain?

Every day at work, when I could let my mind wander, I had thought about becoming a massage practitioner. But that took long and specific training, and it would be hard work. Imagine spending an hour kneading the muscles of clients. Your wrists and everything would get really sore, right?

The minute I saw that waxing video, I knew that was for me. That’s what I had to do. It took another year to line it up. I got my training and got a ‘chair’ in a spa. I was able to quit my accounting job, and work full time at the spa, even though the money was half as much. I had just finished paying off my student loan after all those years, and what did I have to show for it? I had learned to be an accountant, a job I never liked. Well, now, things were different.

So, why was I crying myself to sleep? The spa job wasn’t quite right. Ninety percent of my clients were women. I was waxing vagina after vagina. And worse, sometimes it was armpits, legs and backs. Oh, yes, some women have hairy backs. Now, don’t get me wrong, it can be somewhat exciting to work with another woman’s vagina and anus. I did sometimes get horny after waxing those women, and I’d masturbate myself something silly at home in the evenings remembering my clients of the day. But I wanted men. Men, damn it! In a year at the spa, I had never waxed a single dick. Never even seen one. Oh, there were a few guys who had me remove their chest hair. One guy, a bicycle racer, came in to get his legs waxed.

It all changed on a Thursday afternoon. An elderly, heavyset fellow had set an appointment for genital waxing. I was sure one of the other practitioners would get him, and was all set to be mildly jealous as I would be waxing yet another vagina. However, the strangest thing happened. None of the girls wanted to do it. They were quietly carrying on near the desk. I thought were repulsed by his age or weight or something. But no, they were squeamish about touching a dick. Imagine that! These poor women were so conservative, brought up so up-tightly, that they couldn’t enjoy what would be a most enjoyable job.

Of course I stepped right up, and said, “I’ll be glad to take him.” I didn’t mind a bit. The girls knew I was kind of a rebel type. They probably even expected that from me.

I waxed the guy. He did become erect, just like in the YouTube video, and although I made sure not to show it, I had a wonderful time. Well, except for one thing: In all my training and experience as a waxer, I had never actually done a scrotum. I found it difficult to hold the skin taught as I tore off the wax, so as to not hurt the poor fellow. He winced and even suppressed a scream or two, as I learned my craft right there and then. He did stay erect the whole time, so I must not have been hurting him too badly. At one point, I hadn’t realized I was kind of leaning the palm of my hand right on one of his testicles. He squirmed and told me what was happening. I was embarrassed.

Even though he was a big old guy, I went home with a big smile, and jilled to several crashing orgasms that evening.

A week later, a friend of the old gent’s came in, wanting the same thing. The girls in a semi-circle at the desk all turned to me. I just said, “Of course.”

This guy was a quite-fit, fifty-something guy. I would have fucked him given half an opportunity. Being divorced and without kids, I can think such things. It’s OK to just think them, right? Anyway, I waxed him, but no erection. I was disappointed. Again, I’m a professional, so I made a point to hide my disappointment.

A few days later, another guy came in. He was thin and really old, like maybe eighty. I had no problem with that. Before I even started waxing him, he was erect. He apologized.

I said, “Most of the guys get erect,” as if I had any experience in such things.

I went to work on him, now expertly handling his scrotum. Both of us had a good time. He stayed erect the whole time.

To cut a long story short, these guys were on a bowling team or something, and they knew people, who knew people, and pretty soon, I had a full practice. I was touching up to six cocks a day. And that brings us up to date.

Every day, I arrive at the spa at 9am for my first appointment, and have four to six cocks a day. That’s what I jokingly call my appointments, “cocks.” I don’t even do women, or legs, or chests. Just cocks. I let the other girls take all the other appointments, and they’re fine with the arrangement. Well, sometimes, I’ll take a vagina. That can be fun at times.

With the guys, and the occasional girl, I start out with their assholes. I have them get on their knees, and wax their butts. I would say that when that’s done, and I have the guys turn around and lay on their backs on the table, sixty percent of them are erect. Of course the women don’t get erect, but maybe eighty percent of them are moist. I actually have to grab a tissue and wipe them dry down there so as to not interfere with the waxing.

Oh, yes, more than one woman has orgasmed under my ministrations. They try to hide it. I want to tell some of them, “It’s totally OK, let it happen. Enjoy it.” But that’s not professional, so I just let them pretend they’re not orgasming. But I can see the contractions in their perianal area. It’s obvious.

Forty percent of the guys don’t get hard. That’s OK. Well, maybe mildly disappointing. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly frisky, I try to do things to get them erect. I hope they don’t realize what I’m doing. Like, I’ll grab a tissue, and ever so lightly let a corner of it drag over their frenulum. Or, I have a big fluffy brush that’s used for distributing the powder. I’ll just run that over their frenulum a few times. That often does the trick.

I just love the sixty percent who do get erect. It doesn’t matter whether they are young or old, thin or fat, I just absolutely enjoy holding their erect penis in my hands, and knowing I’m the cause of that. Every now and then, one will ejaculate during the treatment. It’s unfortunate if it happens too soon, because it makes it hard for them to enjoy the rest of the treatment.

Men will often apologize for being erect. I always let them know to relax, that it’s normal. Some of the ones who ejaculate get all embarrassed, red in the face, and stammer out an apology. Others just let the cum flow out onto their bellies, and don’t say a word, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And it is.

Me, I’m just loving this work. I now make as much as I did as an accountant. The spa charges $90 and I get $60. One of the clients was just too gorgeous to ignore, so I took him home. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but he’s my boyfriend now. He has no problem with me jilling myself around the house, or masturbating myself to sleep on the days when he’s too tired or what-not. Considering what I do for a living, there’s no way I don’t come home horny, practically out of my mind, every evening, and have to do something about it.

An example of my male genital waxing work
Here’s an example of my work.


I actually have a good many dollars, but I liked eating at a low-end diner. Frankly, I liked the food better. Nothing beats the biscuits and gravy, friend chicken, and sloppy Joes this place makes.

There was this one waitress who was really sending me. I mean, she’s tall, like 5’10” and has really long, sleek legs. She wore short shorts – that’s the kind of diner it is – showing her legs off even more. She must know the effect she had on guys. She always served me with a smile.

I’d been eating there for three years, ever since my divorce. I got married too young and I was an idiot, but that’s another story.

I was probably averaging two meals a day at the diner.

In time, this waitress, Marie, and I started conversing. She found out that I’m an investment banker, working exclusively with my extended family’s own account. I was reluctant to tell her, because when people find out my financial situation, they can get all weird. Like trying to sell me stuff, or wanting me to invest in their crazy business ideas.

Sometimes, when things were slow, she’d sit down opposite me and talk a while. Frank, the owner of the diner, didn’t seem to care.

The day came when I asked her out. Her answer was not what I expected. Maybe I’m too full of myself or something, but I was sure she’d say, “Yes.” Or at least tell me she had a boyfriend.

“I can’t,” she said. She went on to explain that due to our relative financial positions, she’d feel like she’d be tempted to take advantage of me.

I told her I was very relieved to hear her say that. The honesty, you know. Nevertheless, we didn’t go on a date until months later.

It was a nice date, in a fancy restaurant, which made her slightly uncomfortable. Still, we had a brilliant conversation about nothing in particular, and I could see she was enjoying my company. She was brilliant with repartee, which I really liked.

As the place was closing, and we were the last ones there, she told me, “I don’t want you to be disappointed…”

‘Oh, no, here it comes,’ I thought, assuming she was going to give me the ‘like you like a brother, don’t want sex’ speech.

“I’m a nymphomaniac.”

I was at a total loss for words.

She continued, “It’s painful for me to tell you this, but I think you ought to know. I’m not a nympho in the classic sense. I don’t like fucking.”

Now I was confused.

“I just love orgasms. I can have them over and over again. So, here’s the thing, I want a guy who would enjoy playing with my clit and my tits, and my asshole. It could be with your tongue, or your fingers, or with various toys.”

I was still speechless. I have to admit that all I could do in that moment was to stare at her dumbfounded. I did notice that she said ‘your’ pretty much indicating she truly meant me, not some generic idea of a guy.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong…” she said. “I love penis. As much as you do for me, I’d love to do for you, too.”

Finally, my voice returned, although in a whisper. I was frankly shocked that she was willing to confide that to me, and not only that, but in a public restaurant. I was embarrassed that even though the restaurant was now empty, the kitchen staff may have overheard her. I answered, “I can’t believe this. You are a woman after my own heart. I just love tongue, finger and toy stuff. I’ve never been much of a fucker….”

She and I laughed at the literal use of the term.

We got to my place. She looked around, admiring the spaciousness, the real wood, the stonework. It didn’t take long before we were naked and kissing our heads off on my bed. James, my valet came in, took one look, smiled, and quickly left without saying a word. It wasn’t the first time he saw me naked. He’d walked in on me masturbating a number of times. No big deal. But this was the first time with a girl. Marie was momentarily freaked out, then it seemed that him seeing her like that made her twice as horny, if that was even possible.

Soon enough, we got down to business. First she masturbated me for ten solid minutes. She’s a real expert. She got me to the brink of coming like four times.

Then I did her, with my tongue, bringing her tasty, slightly salty pussy to complete, crashing orgasms like ten times. I didn’t even realize a girl could do that so many times in a row.

We established a rhythm that lives with us to this day: It’s approximately ten minutes for her, then ten minutes for me, and we trade back and forth like that for an hour or two.

Oh yes, we have had conventional sex, our two kids are proof enough of that, but that’s not really our thing. Weird, I know, but there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

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Interesting and unusual sex toys for men and women