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Go-To Fantasy

In a forum someone recently asked about whether weird sexual go-to fantasies are alright.

Here is my response followed by my own crazy fantasy.

Some people have very strange fantasies. If one doesn’t act on dangerous fantasies, it’s all A-OK.

For instance, many men and women dream about genital piercing. They imagine a big bar or ring in their glans, inner labia or even clitoris. Others dream about three-way sexual encounters, orgies, sex with the gender they’re not typically interested in, or sex with family members. They can have wonderful orgasms thinking of such things, but most would never act on them.

If you do feel you’d like to actually do something dangerous, it is a good idea to seek out professional help. For best results, that probably shouldn’t be your clergy or even a general psychologist, but rather one specializing in sexual issues. Seeking help for such things shouldn’t be a matter of shame, but rather pride that you have the strength to do what you know is right.

I believe I’m living proof that one’s fantasies can be quite off-the-wall. Or, at least mine can.
Perhaps my main go-to fantasy is that I’d like to teach advanced masturbation techniques (See Advanced Male Masturbation). The main technique is multiple or continuous orgasms. For women, this might simply be a workshop to extend what many can already do. For men, this would be the technique of dry orgasming, something many men don’t even know is possible. With practice, and knowing the right technique, a man can have very powerful orgasms. Between orgasms he can stay hard and aroused and do it over and over again. Or, he can have orgasms that last five minutes or more. It’s amazing stuff!

Anyway, I picture myself in a classroom outfitted with massage tables, mattresses on the floor, sofas, any sort of cozy furnishings. Like at the Masturbate-a-thon (, these could be old secondhand donated furniture. Everything is covered with sheets. My students, both men and women, but in reality probably more men than women, will all be naked, as will I.

First I lecture and demonstrate the technique, then as others practice, either solo, or mutually practicing in teams of two, I walk around the room demonstrating and perhaps helping out here and there. That’s my go-to fantasy. What’s yours?

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Why I Became a Prostitute

In grade school, I didn’t even know what a prostitute was. In middle school I was taught that whores are all miserable people who get addicted to drugs, then die young.

Nothing could be further from the truth, at least for me and the people I know.

Oh, sure, there are thousands of teenage girls who end up in a downward spiral. They meet a seemingly nice older guy who has a lot of money and gives them things, including drugs. It’s a fascinating world for these kids. They feel like adults ahead of their time. They start to become addicted. These guys they met let them know that in order to afford the drugs, which they now crave beyond control, they can have sex with customers. Most of the young girls hate the idea, but what else can they do? They’re addicted. The guys, their pimps, not only take a cut of the money, they take most of it. Many of them also sexually, verbally and physically abuse the girls. For these unfortunate teens, there’s no way out. They spiral downward and die. Very sad.

So now, let me tell you my story, which is entirely different.

My parents were not super-rich, but they were well enough off that they were able to send me to a Catholic boarding high school. In the summer of my 13th year, I was very happy to be going to the better high school. Fall came, and I learned from the very first day that parochial school was not all it was cracked up to be.

Now, I’ve always thought of myself as a good Catholic girl, but I have to tell you, praying silently for 55 minutes on hard wooden pews just isn’t for me. I was so bored! And the nuns were not very nice. For instance, one used to walk among our rows of desks, and would suddenly whack one girl or another on the wrist with a wooden ruler. Maybe it was for whispering to her neighbor, or doing poorly on a test. But it fucking hurt! Maybe it’s not like this in all Catholic schools, but in my school, most of the nuns were sour old women. Their personalities were wooden, and never allowed any sort of fun, even for themselves. Personally, I don’t think that’s the way to bring up studious, self-motivated kids. But what do I know?

Our school, being in a coastal town was only about 100 yards from the beach. There was a rumor in our school that used to scare the bejeepers out of me. It is said that the nuns were particularly mad at one girl a few years earlier. I think she accidentally muttered ‘God damn,” which the nuns overheard. Anyway, after dark, they dragged the girl down to the beach, took off all her clothes, and stuffed her vagina with sand.

I don’t know whether it’s true, but it had a strange effect on me. You’d think I’d be horrified, and I was. But there was something else. It was the first time I had really heard the word vagina used other than in medical contexts. It gave me a tingle down there.

The first time I tried confessing this horrible thought and related tingle, which of course I knew was terribly bad, I just couldn’t bring it up to the priest. I just couldn’t. So the following week, I had to things to confess, the second being that I couldn’t confess properly the week before. So, that second week, I tried to tell him, and he wouldn’t let me speak. Literally. As soon as the word ‘vagina’ was out of my mouth, the priest kept interrupting me. He wouldn’t even let me finish. He switched the conversation to homework and things like that.

My dorm room consisted of three other girls with whom I had become great friends. Being unable to confess my problem, I thought maybe I could at least carefully bring it up with them and get some opinions about what to do.

I really hadn’t said anything. Just something about wondering if the sand in the vagina tale was real, and that it made me feel ‘funny.’

Monica, with a kind of strange smile on her face asked, “What do you mean, ‘funny?'”

I tried explaining without saying anything, because as you can imagine, one, especially at that age, can’t really talk about such things.

By now, all the girls had stopped what they were doing, and listened with rapt attention. Monica allowed me to stumble though my little, halting explanation of what I felt. Then she said, “Oh, I know that tingle! Right here, right?” placing her fist right over vagina.

“Well… yeah, there.”

“Did you get wet?”

I’ll bet my cheeks turned three shades of red. That part I hadn’t mentioned. Hadn’t even allowed myself to think about. But it did indeed happen. That time when I heard about the sandy vagina thing, and a couple of times since, I felt a mysterious wetness between my legs.

Before I could answer, Monica said, “You were horny, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get horny all the time.” Joanie added.

Amy, who had been silent up until then asked, “Do you know what to do about it?”

I thought she was asking like she wanted to know. But no, she had some information for us. Very interesting information indeed. That evening there in the dorm, I learned about masturbation.

Oh, no one did anything, but it was a very remarkable and eye-opening conversation. For a couple of weeks, the whole thing really occupied my mind. First, was it something a good Catholic girl could do? What would God think? I mean, according to Amy, most girls do it. But did they really? I doubted it. She said boys do it too. Oh my gosh! That thought kept coming back to me, and I got that crazy tingle wetness feeling several times. I kind of wanted to actually touch myself there. It felt like the natural thing to do, but I didn’t dare. Too crazy!

Days later, when I was starting to forget about the whole thing, around 10pm, an hour after lights-out, I heard a very quiet squish-squish kind of thing. I didn’t think anything about it. I had heard it before, but just assumed… well, I don’t know what. Maybe one of the girls was massaging a sore knee or something.

Suddenly a flashlight came on, Monica and Joanie were all giggles, and Amy screamed. As I looked over, I saw that the two of them had pulled off Amy’s blanket. It took a minute for me to comprehend, but Amy was bare from her T-shirt on down, and her hand was in front of her vagina.

Moments later, Amy had pulled the blanket back over herself, the other two girls quickly jumped back into their beds, and the door opened as Sister Marie stepped in and said, “Girls, you’re too loud. Keep it down in here.”

What I had seen was so alarming that I barely slept that night. No one said anything to anyone. Amy just glared at the two of them. A day later, the two girls fell all over themselves trying to apologize to Amy. I guess they realized that what they had done was horrible.

Here’s the thing: I couldn’t get it out of my mind – I mean the part of Amy doing what I could only assume was masturbating.

Monica and Joanie continued to be super-apologetic for a couple of days. Then one night when Joanie asked Amy how they could make it up to her she said something super-crazy. It just floored me: She said, “You’ve seen me jilling. Now I want to see you. Then we’ll be even.”

‘Jilling?’ It took me a moment to realize she was talking about masturbating.

Both girls shook their heads, ‘No.’

Amy’s answer: “Then I’m still totally mad at you. You so violated my privacy. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”

Perhaps she was being overly dramatic, but that’s what she said.

Nothing more happened. The next night, as we were drifting off to sleep, Monica quietly said, “I’ll do it if Joanie will.”

“Do what?” Amy asked.

“I’ll… um… I’ll jill… I’ll let you see me masturbating…” she hesitantly, and very quietly answered.

“You know what? I will do it… If Sondra will also.”

I practically jumped when she said my name in that context.

It took me what seemed like a long time to answer. I opened my mouth, thought better of it, then started again like three times. Finally I answered as truthfully as I knew, “It seems weird. Besides, I don’t even know what it is. Something with my vagina, right? No, I don’t think so.”

Yet another couple of days passed. Something must have come over Amy because in front of the other two girls she started explaining masturbation.

“So look. Um… So, you rub your pussy and it starts to feel really, really nice. The a sort of explosion comes over. I mean, a good explosion. I can’t explain it. It’s like sneezing but a million times better.”

It was the first time I had heard ‘pussy.’ It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was talking about her vagina. All of this talk was having that effect on me again. You know, where you get that tingle between your legs.

“Well,” I added, “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Me too,” Monica admitted. “I haven’t really done it.”

Amy must have remained quite horny over the next couple of days, because she started working on us every night. Through insinuation, but never quite saying it, she indicated that we could learn to masturbate together, and she would show us how it’s done.

Maybe a week passed. Then Monica quietly piped in one night with, “Well, maybe I could help Amy show you. I mean, well… I’ve done it.”

I think everyone in the room was stunned. Nothing more happened for maybe five minutes. Then we heard some rustling around on Amy’s bed.

“Here,” is all she said as she turned on her flashlight and pointed it right between her legs. With her other hand, she was kind of petting the hair on her vagina.

I have to admit I was suddenly all tingles. I’m sure the others were too.

One thing led to another, and that night, after putting a a wedge-shaped doorstop under the door in case a nun might come around, which they never did unless we were too noisy, Amy and Monica showed Joanie and I how to masturbate.

With the sparkly eyes of all three girls watching intently, I, for the first time in my life put my hand between my legs for a purpose other than hygiene. I learned that the little bump is called the ‘clit’ and feeling the strongest tingle yet, and quite a bit of wetness, started rubbing in the little circles like Amy was doing.

It felt nice, and kind of a relief for the tingle, but nothing special. I quit rubbing.

“Keep going,” Monica practically yelled, in a strained whisper as to not bring the nuns to our room.

I figured ‘Why not?’ Then too, the tingle seemed to be taking over my brain. I somehow really wanted to do this. You’d think the invasion of privacy of having the three girls watching would put me off, but if anything it added to my excitement.

It didn’t hurt seeing them all naked. I must say, these girls had nice asses and legs. Monica and Joanie also had their bras off. What a sight!

Still nothing. Again, Monica told me to keep going. As I was doing so and becoming rather disinterested in continuing, suddenly Amy started moaning weirdly and arching her back. I didn’t understand and immedately asked the others, “What’s with her?”

“Watch!” Monica said.

So I watched, and Amy kept moaning, now even louder. So loud I thought it might bring the nuns around. She was moving her hand back and forth over her vagina so fast that her fingers were a blur. She was breathing heavy. Then it was over.

She laid back down on her bed. I noticed that her face had a sheen of sweat. She had an expression of something. I didn’t quite know if it was pain, or discomfort, or maybe it was bliss.

It was bliss. She looked at each of us in the eyes for a moment, then closed her own eyes and laid still.

Literally within a minute, Monica ended up doing something quite similar, although moaning almost not at all. But she too was stiffening all up and obviously in some sort of bliss.

Even if I didn’t understand what I was seeing, my body did. You might call it solidary. I’ll just call it the first orgasm of my life. My own moans were more like squeaks. Oh my god. I’m sure you know – the delicious fever-like chills, the toe-curling full-body contractions, and of course the feeling in what I came to know as my pussy.

As the years of high school passed, the four of us became ever more bold in our pursuits of personal pleasure. We learned what it feels like to have a finger or a tongue in our anuses, we learned about kissing, hugging, and everything that goes with sex. We got to study and watch each other give orgasms.

Either the nuns never found out, or more likely, they knew exactly what was going on in our dorm room and chose not to interrupt.

During those years I started wondering about boys. I had never seen a penis. This was in the days just before the Internet really caught on. There was no Wikipedia. Only Monica had ever seen a penis. She reported as best she could on what her brother’s penis looked like when a little earthquake caused him to run out of the shower, naked and in fright. Of course she had never seen it erect.

The one thing I knew is that I really, really liked masturbation, and thinking about all things sexual.

What a release it was to get out of high school. My parents could half-afford to send me to a good college, along with a student loan, and my grades were good. My first days at Berkeley were wonderful, but all academic. It was actually spooky for me, a Catholic girl, raised in a Catholic high school to be shoulder to shoulder with guys. They all seemed so big and tall.

I was invited to a party. I had never been to a party, but had seen parties in the movies. It seemed like a great idea.

I arrived by myself, and felt a little like, ‘I don’t know what to do,’ as I kind of hung back against a far wall just watching everyone else have fun. The music was loud. Too loud. People kept trying to hand me drinks, but I just didn’t feel ready for that yet.

A boy came up and said something in my ear. I couldn’t make out what he said with all the noise, I mean music. He shouted the same thing, and I still couldn’t make it out. Then he grabbed me by the hand, led me out of the building and on to the lawn where it would be easy to hear.

What he said was, “You look lonely. Would you like some company?”

OK, so I was naive, but I thought he really meant just company.

It turns out, he was naive also. He really did mean just company.

Freddy and I started hanging out and we became an item. I think the rest of the college community thought the two of us were rather weird. I mean, we were two peas in a pod. He liked sweaters. I liked sweaters. Sometimes, just for fun, we’d both wear our light blue sweaters. He was against alcohol. I mean really against it. He wouldn’t drink. He said his father set an example by drinking himself to death. Freddy did not want to follow in his footsteps. Me, well, I just didn’t feel ready to try alcohol yet so I totally supported Freddy in not drinking. That can be quite difficult when you’re surrounded by thousands of college kids who seemed focused on one thing: getting drunk. As if to justify their own interest in alcohol, they’ll try to get you drinking also.

It was about a month in when one of our hugging and kissing sessions turned into something more. When his pants came off, I orgasmed. I mean it. I saw his penis, which was already erect, and had that tingle between my legs so strongly that I immediately shuddered with a full-blown orgasm.

So, the first penis I ever saw was erect. It was weird-looking alright. I had no idea how a guy could hide such a thing in his pants, not realizing that erect isn’t their usual state. I reached out to touch it. How could I resist? I had no idea what to do. First I touched what I assumed was his peehole right on the tip with my fingertip. He shuddered, and I backed off right away. Did that hurt him? No, it was a sexual shudder. Then, I wrapped my hand around it. It was so warm! So soft on the outside, and hard on the inside. It started kind of expanding and contracting a little in my grip. Interesting. I couldn’t imagine what was going on. Then white stuff spurted out of his peehole. I jumped back in fright. He explained that’s what makes girls pregnant. Fascinating!

We didn’t have condom with us plus we had both orgasmed and were satisfied, so we just laid naked in the bed, hugged, and promptly fell asleep.

It didn’t take us long to figure out what humans have been figuring out for thousands of years. We did manage to get condoms. Together we learned how to use them. We learned so much more, too. We found out how nice oral sex is, giving and getting, I got to watch him pee, which I just loved seeing. He got to watch me pee. I was a little self-conscious so it took me a minute to just let the stream flow. But, oh what fun, exploring each other. In time, we had fingers, toys of various sorts, and his penis in every hole and in every situation imagineable.

I switched my major. I had been studying pre-med and wasn’t really liking it. It was just something I thought I might as well do – become a doctor. I decided I was to become a psychologist. Not just any psychologist. I was going to specialize in sexuality. I wanted to learn everything in the world about sex.

Freddy and I didn’t last. He was sort of forced to try some cocaine at a party one night. No big deal, right? But then a few weeks later, cocaine was offered to him again. He decided since the first time didn’t hurt him any, he’d just go ahead. One thing led to another, and within a year my beautiful Freddy became a drug addict. The poor guy was taking cocaine to get high, then he’d follow that up with heroine to get low. He used up all his money in short order, and had taken to shoplifting. Really! I tried reasoning with him, tried getting him in a treatment program, tried an intervention, nothing worked. In fact, it was the attempted intervention that broke us up. He was so mad at me!

Freddy taught me that I don’t want to go that route. I’ve never even tried anything alcoholic, nothing smoky, and certainly no drugs. The guys I’m with these days think it’s cute, or maybe quaint that I won’t do those things. When they’re with me, I insist they don’t either. If they want to fuck, they’ll have to comply, and they all do.

The one major thing I learned from Freddy is just how amazing it is to have a cock in you. I mean, I’ve tried sex toys of various descriptions, brush handles, and of course fingers of all descriptions, both from my Catholic school days and Freddy’s fingers, but nothing satisfies like a cock in the cunt. Pardon my language!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I realized I like sex. I mean, I really like sex, everything about it. I like talking about it, thinking about it, seeing it on the Internet, you name it. I like sex! Because I had a real interest, maybe you might even think of it as a calling, I was a very good student through my college days.

The one thing, though, is I couldn’t get enough. I dated a few guys and we fucked, and it was nice. But it was too few and far between in my opinion. One of the guys was a sort of male nymphomaniac. This guy could cum three times in a single night, and often did. We’d fuck, we’d fall asleep, then at 2 in the morning, he’d want more. You get to a point where enough is enough. Or, at least enough of the same guy, the same way, night after night. This nympho guy liked missionary sex. He didn’t want oral, he didn’t want different positions, he didn’t want to try anything new. Boring!

So, I couldn’t get enough, and yet, it had to be good or why bother?

There was very little mention of prostitution in my studies. You see, to become a psychologist specializing in sexuality, most of what you learn is ordinary psychology, not sexual stuff. But there were a few paragraphs, and one of them kind of woke me up.

The whole world talks negatively about prostitution. But why? What’s wrong with it? If you think of the concept intellectually, logically, it’s only the side-effects that are negative. Prostitution so often involves drugs, as I mentioned earlier. It can break up marriages. One can get diseases.

The idea of prostitution started rolling around in my mind. Might I like to play with that? Might it even be profitable? You see, my parents had been able to put me through Catholic high school, but the family business was a bookstore, and business was not doing great now that Kindle and all that ebook stuff was coming around. It got so bad that they had to lay off their two employees and my sister went to work in the bookstore. I had a $150,000 student loan to pay off. Hmmm, I was thinking, what if I could make a dent in that loan while playing with prostitution. Crazy, eh?

I put a notice on Craigslist kind of hinting at what I was offering. A guy wrote back. We wrote back and forth like six times, while I started realizing it was a stupid idea. Before we even met, I changed my mind and dropped him.

It took me a year to get up the gumption to actually play with this whoring idea. I thought about it and though more about it. It was becoming an obsession, yet I hadn’t taken one step to act on it. Well, I did take one step. I realized I could get in trouble, real physical trouble with random guys. So, I took up Judo, then switched to women’s self-defense classes, and finally to Karate. It was my physical education, and frankly, I was having a blast. Who knew that I’d end up becoming rather expert in self-defense? Sure, I got bumped around a lot, and even sprained an ankle once, but I was having the time of my life. Well sort of. I still wasn’t getting enough sex.

In fact, it was a fellow karate student that became my first client. I had gone out with him to a pizza place, and we had an enjoyable and long conversation. In fact, I was hoping he’d invite me somewhere so we could fuck. I would have liked that. Instead, we just kept talking. I spilled out my thoughts about wanting to become a prostitute. To his credit, he didn’t act shocked. Instead, he offered to become my first client. He only had $20 to spare, but I wasn’t complaining. I never mentioned that I would have had sex with him for free.

We went to his dorm room, he kicked out his roommate, and we were literally naked and fucking within five minutes. No fanfare, no foreplay. He just wanted to jump right into me. I thought that was weird, but a minute later, I was in absolute joy as I felt his warm, hard, throbbing cock deep in my body. Oh, my god! He had no idea how much I got out of this, even though he came and was out of me within two more minutes.

This guy had friends. Quicker that you can say “Fuck me hard!” I had a huge clientele. I fucked my way entirely out of my student loan by the time I graduated. For the first year, I was sure I’d get in trouble with one of these guys. I’d have to use my Karate skills. But it never happened. I also feared STDs. It worried me like crazy, so I was always super-clean, insisted that the guys take showers first, I used antiseptic creams, and literally had the guys wear two condoms. That kind of squeezes their dicks nicely. Although they may complain at first, they all seem to like it in the end.

One of the advantages of being a whore is the variety. Not all guys want missionary position within the first minute. Some want long foreplay sessions. Some are really weird with their own fetishes. More than one guy has paid me to just watch him jerk off, or to just wank myself while he watches. Some are very oral. Some aren’t oral at all.

Maybe because I was brought up Catholic and I thought for the longest time that everything sexual was dirty, I particularly enjoy the dirtiest sex of all: I just love being fucked in the ass. I can easily orgasm just from that. In fact, I more likely will orgasm from anal than vaginal sex.

You see, I don’t always orgasm. I have gotten to a point where I still totally enjoy the company of these guys and I always love the fulfilling feeling of a penis inside me, but I just don’t orgasm every time any more. And it’s all good.

Something I’ve been enjoying lately, but it’s still rather rare, is the occasional female client. That’s right. There are women who pay to have sex with me. Oh, I love licking out a woman until she has multiple orgasms brought on by my tongue!

Now that I’m getting older, I know I’ll lose my looks soon. In fact I already am, but I still have no shortage of clients. Now, they’re mostly older men. These are guys who are uglier than I am!

I have recently dusted off my PhD, and have been doing some private consultation for people who have, or imagine they have sexual disorders.

I’ve been accepted into Berkeley’s psychology program as a professor of the sexual psychology program. I guess the books I wrote helped my reputation as a sexual expert. I’ll start teaching this autumn. I’m so looking forward to that!

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Sex in High School

By Spurtz

Because it was quite some time ago, I’m not really sure what age I was when girls first started giving me sexual urges. I’m guessing it was likely about 13. About the same time I first became capable of ejaculating.

At that time the popular shoes for almost all high school girls were ballet style slippers. The front of the shoe was cut so close to the front that the individual back part of the girl’s toes were visible. I’ve tried to find a photo showing this style of shoe but none of the photos I found of that style of shoe have been cut back far enough for any toes to show.

Sexy ballet shoe toes

Anyway, where I am going with this is that seeing the toes would give me hard-ons in class. And since 90% of the girls in class were wearing them, there was no shortage of hard-on material. This was obviously the beginning of what later blossomed into a full-on foot fetish. But I am getting ahead of myself.

One of the major problems of getting an erection in class was that teen dicks, when hard, want to point straight up, right at the belly button. If my dick happened to be pointing down my pant leg when soft, once it started to get hard, my pants would keep it from getting where it needed to go. The result could be painful. Hard dicks do not want to be held down, especially during teenage years.

Any attempt to get it repositioned into a more comfortable location was defeated by tight jeans. In reality, the jeans would need to be unbuttoned and pulled down and then the hard cock could be pulled into an upright position. Of course, doing that in class was not possible. So I either had to hope it would go soft, or wait until class was over and rush to the boy’s room holding my books in front of my crotch to hide my hard-on.

I finally wised up and would position my cock before class started so that if it got hard, it had room to grow. Which was smart because I got hard in almost every class.

I had one pair of pants that had a good sized hole in the right pocket. While sitting in class I would work the head of my cock through the hole so that I could massage the head. I could also massage the frenulum and the coronal ridge, the two most sensitive areas. I could even jack it a bit but not a full stroke.

I would take a seat in the back of the class at the far right. This way nobody was behind me or to my right and no one was in a position to wonder what my right hand was doing in my pocket.

On a couple of occasions I carried this fondling too far. Once you get to that point where it is obvious an orgasm is imminent, there are only two things you can do. Stop rubbing your dick which doesn’t stop the orgasm. It just partially ruins it. Or you can keep on stimulating your hard penis resulting in a full-on glorious cumshot right in your pants pocket. Which is what I did. I knew I was going to cum anyway so no reason to lessen the enjoyment by stopping.

I always wondered if anybody noticed my body stiffen or my eyes roll back in my head as spurt after spurt of semen filled up my pants pocket. According to data on the internet, adolescent semen volume is about 1.0 ml where an adult’s is about 2.5 ml. So fortunately I wasn’t dumping that much cum in my pants pocket. I was usually able to get to the boy’s room after class and clean out my pants pocket with toilet tissue and luckily it didn’t seep through two layers or cloth and leave a visible stain.

I can’t recall if I ever actually exposed my cock in a class. If I did, it was in a way that nobody knew it. I never saw any of my classmates exposing their dick heads although I’m sure it must have happened.

At this same age of about 13, my best friend named Denny and I were approached by an older kid of about 15 as we were leaving school to walk home. We really didn’t know this kid that well but had seen him around. He started walking with us and at one point directed us to follow him into a dense shrub area telling us he had something to show us. As we got out of sight of anybody else, he kneeled down and directed us to do the same.

The kid unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis. This was a long time ago but I still remember to this day being very shocked at what he was doing. Back then kids just didn’t so stuff like that. He then invited Denny and me to take out our cocks and join him in jacking off. We both declined to participate. At that age I was way too shy to ever expose my dick to anybody. And even though Denny and I were the closest of buds, neither of us had ever seen each other’s dicks. Hard or soft.

However, despite being shocked to the core, we were both fascinated at what the kid was doing. I can’t speak for Denny but I had never seen any other kid’s dick, much less one that was fully erect and being masturbated for my pleasure as well as the dick owner’s pleasure.

At that age it doesn’t take very long to cum and in less than a minute the kid was pumping several streams of jism onto the ground. When he was finished he wiped his dick clean with a piece of paper he had, put his dick away, zipped up, and got up and left without a word.

Denny and I continued our walk home and not a word was shared between us about what had just occurred. As soon as I got home I went to my room and jacked off. Both parents worked and got home later so I had the place to myself. I had a three year younger sister but she was nowhere to be seen.

I never had any sexual contact with her. The closest I ever came was one time we were both alone in the house. I had been playing with my dick and was feeling horny and I walked to the door to her room with my erect cock sticking out of my pants and said something stupid like “Look at this!” She screamed and slammed the door shut. Nothing ever came of it, so either she never told our mother or if she did, mom decided it was no big deal.

About this same time another friend named Donnie and I used to let a younger kid hang with us. We told him that the two of us had formed a secret “club.” He pestered the shit out of us to join the club. Finally, out of the blue, Donnie told him he could join our club if he sucked both our dicks. This frankly shocked me. I wasn’t really ready to expose my teen dick to any other boys. But once the kid agreed to it, I had to go through with it. I had a stopwatch and the kid only agreed to have our dicks in his mouth for 30 seconds. I went first. My cock was hard and the kid put it in his mouth but didn’t suck it or move his head at all. So it was really nothing. After the 30 seconds was up he moved to Donnie and did the same thing. All in all, very disappointing.

Again, none of this was ever discussed and nothing close to it was ever repeated.

By the time I was 15 I had actually fucked five different girls, one of whom was my regular high school girl friend. One was a cute hooker that I and two other guys picked up. Another was a girl who was hitchhiking her way from New York to Florida with another teen. And one was another of my high school classmates. And last but not least was a very young teen who got my virginity by coming by a gas station where I worked and made it obvious that she wanted my cock inside her.

My girlfriend and I fucked every chance we could get. Mostly in my car (you could drive at 15 in my state at the time) which was an 11 year old Ford coupe. She also baby sat a lot which was really great because then we could do it on a bed or sofa. As the relationship progressed she spent a lot of time at my house where I lived with my parents. The house had a basement accessed by stairs from the kitchen. The basement had a pool table where we ostensibly spent a lot time down there playing pool while mom was in the kitchen making dinner directly above us.

Every time we ever went down there, I would bend her over the pool table and fuck her doggy style. Thankfully my mom never elected to come down while we were there. If she had, I’m not sure I could have put my dick away in time. Plus there would likely have been some pussy aroma that gave us away.

A great amount of the fucking we did was done with me fully clothed. I would just unzip and take my dick out, not even dropping my pants. My gf’s pussy generated quite a bit of pussy cream that ended up staining the fly area on my pants. It took a full washing to get it out so I knew my mom had to see those white stains and knew what we were doing. She probably assumed it was cum.

As a 15 or 16 year old kid, I was fucking her a minimum of four or five times a week. I never used a condom and somehow managed to get away with it for close to six years before I knocked her up. We were already engaged to be married and went ahead with it. Then my sperm must have kicked into high gear because in the next five years we had three kids and two abortions.

Overall, I had a pretty interesting sex life for a high school kid. Looking back the one thing I regret was that I never was involved in any circle jerks or jerking off with a bud or any other M2M stuff. No mutual blowjobs either. The “club” incident does not count as a blowjob in my opinion.

I’ve often wondered how many high school boys have secretly jacked off in class. And also how many teachers have been aware of the many hard-ons that were taking place in the class room.

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My Dad Jacks Off For Me

By Spurtz

My mom passed away when I was a little girl of twelve and I have been living with my dad ever since. Over the years, with just the two of us living close together, modesty has kind of dropped by the wayside.

My dad has a very time consuming job and unfortunately he has little time for socializing and meeting women. As a result he very rarely dates.

I have seen him masturbating in front of his computer late at night after he thinks I am in bed asleep. I’ve never been able to get close enough where I can get a really good look at his dick as much as I would like. I’ve just seen glimpses of it but enough to know it’s pretty big. At least big compared to most of the dicks I’ve seen on online sites.

Several times when we are watching a TV movie at night, I’ve managed to masturbate my clit without him realizing it. That’s one advantage of being a girl. With a blanket over my lap, I can work my clit pretty good without being obvious about it. And when I cum, I don’t make a big mess like boys do. I’ve been a bit concerned about the smell. If he has noticed anything, he hasn’t mentioned it.

One morning I came into the kitchen while dad was making breakfast. I was shocked to see that all he was wearing was a T-shirt. His dick and balls were clearly visible. He saw the look on my face and laughed. He said he hadn’t showered yet and didn’t want to get dressed to make breakfast and then have to get undressed to shower. He apologized if I was offended.

I told him it was no big deal (even though it was) but I wondered to myself what was so complicated about pulling on a pair of shorts?. But I didn’t say anything because frankly I was thrilled about seeing dad’s manhood proudly on display. The only thing that would have made it better was if his penis had been fully erect. Now that would have been a sight to behold.

I was wearing a housedress with nothing under it. Feeling a bit bold, I quickly removed my dress telling dad that if I was also nude maybe he would feel more comfortable with his nudity. His eyes lit up seeing me totally bare

Once he had finished preparing breakfast, we sat in a booth in the kitchen to eat. Normally we would sit across from each other but this morning I slid in next to him. I’m fairly well developed for my age and I noticed dad was having a tough time trying to ogle my tits without me noticing. He obviously was getting an eyeful because I noticed his dick was getting bigger. Pretty soon he had a full-fledged hard-on and I must say it was very impressive. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

He saw me looking. More than looking, really. More like staring. He apologized profusely and said he couldn’t help it. I told him I was flattered that being next to him could cause that reaction. I saw that his foreskin had rolled completely back, exposing the smooth purple head of his prick. It may have been my imagination but I thought I could actually see his monster dick throbbing. It was sticking straight up and every so often it would twitch and actually slap back against his stomach.

I could feel myself getting wet and was thankful the dinette booth had plastic seating.

I felt sorry for my dad. I knew that having his dick fully engorged like that must be difficult for him. I worked up the nerve to say something I thought he wanted to hear.

I told him he should go ahead and take care of it. He looked at me in wonder and asked if I was serious. I told him that it would just be our secret and I knew that when men got that hard, relief was desperately needed.

He wrapped his hand around his prick and started stroking it looking at me like he felt he was doing something wrong. I told him it was really hot and I loved watching. That seemed to satisfy him that it was ok and he started really working that big dick. This was too much for me and I began openly rubbing my clit in a practiced manner that I knew would bring on an orgasm fairly quickly.

I was hoping that when Dad’s penis erupted with cum, that the sight of it shooting out would bring on my own orgasm. I couldn’t think of anything more erotic than a father and a daughter reaching their climaxes at the same time.

Dad was grunting and panting as he furiously stroked his cock. My fingers were circling my clit at an equally frenzied pace. I could not believe what a wonderful sight it was to see dad’s huge cock being pummeled by his fist. I desperately wanted to wrap my hand around it and make him cum but I knew we weren’t to that stage yet.

Dad’s body was bucking and thrashing in an orgiastic frenzy as he screamed out “I’m cumming….” And sure enough the spunk shot out of his dick like a firehose. It shot straight up and then splashed back down all over his chest, tummy, hands, cock, balls and a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs. At the same time I felt the strongest orgasm of my life hit me right in the cunt and I did a bit of screaming myself.

We both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss. I actually leaned over and put my head in dad’s lap. His dick was still pretty hard and I managed to wedge my head between his dick and stomach, ending up with my lips pressing against his shaft. I gave it a wet kiss and then moved up to the head and gave it a nice sloppy wet kiss, cum and all.

Dad warned me that I was getting cum all in my hair and all over my face. I told him I had to take a shower anyway so no big deal. Then I told him he needed some cleanup help himself and took the head of his still throbbing prick in my mouth and sucked all the cum off. Then I proceeded to lick up whatever stray cum I could find. His pubic hair was matted with semen and I left that for the shower to take care of.

There were a few stray strands of semen drooling from the tip of his penis so I put the head back in my mouth and sucked ol’ dad dry.

It was obvious from this morning’s shenanigans that there would be much more to come. I was in love with dad’s big dick and knew that some serious penis worship would be coming his way down the road. And knowing what a giving man he was, I knew that I would be learning all the ways he could repay me.

Then our doorbell rang. We lived in an apartment. Dad pulled his t-shirt down as far as possible while I quickly put my dress back on. He went to the door and opened it but not fully and stood behind the half opened door, keeping his exposed cock out of sight.

It was our busy-body next door neighbor wanting to know if everything was OK. She said she heard a lot of screaming. Dad apologized for having the tv on too loud and promised it wouldn’t happen again. The woman left and he closed the door. As he walked back to the kitchen I saw that his dick was still half hard and a strand of semen was dripping from the end.

I told him that some additional cleanup was needed as I fell to my knees.


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Sexual Caregiver
This is not my guy, but this gives you an idea

Orphans are not treated well in America. Until about age twelve I always believed the BS about being likely to be adopted. By sixteen, even though I was a cute girl with good manners, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. By eighteen, I was just itching to be released from the institution. That’s what I call it, because it wasn’t all that different than being in jail. Just finding a place to do something simple, like masturbating, is a challenge when you live with that many other kids.

On the other hand, I wasn’t looking forward to release at all, because what would I do? I knew for the first time in my life, I’d be so totally alone and I needed to support myself. With my lack of credentials there’s no way I’d get into college. I mean, I would have become a nurse if it had been possible.

The day came, and I still had no idea what to do. I was literally out in the street. No one had any suggestions, no one did anything for me. I found some cardboard behind a factory, and that’s where I slept, shivering in the cold, for nine days.

My only posession was my cracked-screen cell phone. I didn’t even have cell service. All I could do was go over to the library and use their wifi. I looked at Craigslist. What else was there? It was really quite hopeless. I had actually replied to a couple of ads, like for cleaning a house or loading a truck, but the people didn’t even have the decency to write back.

I had $87 when I left the institution. Now, I had $3. I was hoping to sell my phone. That might buy a couple of days worth of food.

I saw another ad on Craigslist. Some guy was wanting a live-in assistant. Well, that would be perfect, but I doubted he’d write back. No one else did.

He wrote back! I did my best to get cleaned up in the library bathroom, and went over there. It was 85 degrees out, and I walked the seven miles. I was a half-hour late and sweaty. I couldn’t believe it, just couldn’t believe it, when he gave me the job!

So this guy, Lewis, was in a wheelchair. What he wanted was someone to help him prepare and eat his meals, to help him with bathroom chores, getting in and out of bed, bathing, and that sort of thing. I could do that!

Now I figured he was some sort of creep. When you grow up in an orphanage and the occasional foster home, you come to believe that all men are creeps. But what choice did I have. I decided that no matter what he did, I’d treat him well. After all, he was willing to take me in and give me a job!

I didn’t lay out my whole situation to him. It would have been too embarrassing. But I think he had a general idea. Within 20 minutes of my arrival, he pointed me to his kitchen and said “Help yourself.”

I tried not to be a pig, but I was hungry. I did help myself! I didn’t even prepare anything. I was just that hungry. I grabbed some milk, an apple, and a slice of pie in his fridge and just ate like a maniac, meanwhile trying to hold on an intelligent conversation with him, as he rolled into the kitchen and watched me eat. Oddly, he seemed quite happy to see me eat.

He showed me to the bedroom that was to be mine. It was nothing special, but it was fine. He asked when I was going to bring the rest of my stuff over. I pointed to my backpack, and said, “It’s all in here.”

Days turned into weeks. We got on famously. Oh, at first it was kind of embarrassing, maybe even icky to take care of some of his needs. You don’t know gross, until you have to wipe another person’s butt. But I did it lovingly. Lou turned out to be a nice man.

He never came on to me. Not once! The closest he got was when I was bathing him a couple of times. His penis became erect, but neither of us said anything about it. I was frankly surprised that he could do that. I thought paralyzed people couldn’t have erections. It turns out there’s quite a variety of paralysis. Some people can’t use their hands at all. Lou had minimal hand function. Like, he could work his tablet once it was placed on his lap, but he couldn’t grab it off a table to put it on his own lap.

Weeks turned into months. A strange evolution happened. First, I was joining the human race. I felt like I was somebody, not just an unwanted orphan. I had joined a literary club on Wednesday afternoons. They accepted me as one of them. I had a degree of self-esteem for the first time in my life. Then too, Lou and I became fast friends. I mean, I’d rather sit at home and eat ice cream with him, just talking about whatever, than go out and party, or anything like that.

Another evolution was about bathing. Everytime I got him in the tub, I couldn’t help getting wet. Water would just splash on me and it was rather bothersome. One day, it felt OK to remove my shirt, just bathing him in my bra and shorts. He said nothing. I can’t explain it, but that charged me up. It made me kind of horny. Later, when I was alone in my room, I masturbated to a very nice orgasm somehow imagining myself being fully naked while bathing Lou. Crazy, eh?

Well, it happened. Within a few days, my shorts disappeared before bath time. I was just in my underpants and bra. Then, it just seemed natural to be topless, and finally bottomless. It wasn’t that weird, because of course Lou had always been naked during bath time. So this was just a sort of solidarity, right?

I didn’t really notice at first, but Lou was erect more often, and stayed hard longer during those baths.

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner. One day as I was frigging myself like crazy in my room, I suddenly realized, Lou must feel like me at times. He must get horny. But with his hands, I doubted he could do anything about it. Oh my god, I’ve been failing him!

The next time I bathed him, I did a little something more than just perfunctorily wiping the washcloth over his penis scrotum and anus area. I lingered on his very erect penis. He didn’t complain. Quite the opposite, he laid back with a very contented smile and moaned softly. I continued the attention and started stroking the cloth up and down along his erection. It took all of ten seconds for him to start spurting cum. I knew what it was because I had seen some of the boys at the orphanage showing off their ejaculations.

After he settled down, Lou was embarrassed, even ashamed. I did what I could to tell him that I was very happy for him. That all was well, in fact, probably better than ever. I also let him know in no uncertain terms this would not be the last time.

As soon as I got him dry and settled into his chair with his iPad where he could do his financial trading, I ran to my room, still stark naked, and just masturbated like a crazy woman.

The daily bathing ritual continued. Every day, I’d get us both naked, and get him really clean, inside and out. I didn’t need the washcloth as a shield between my hand and his cock any more. I stroked him directly. He didn’t cum in ten seconds any more. He could now hold it together for minutes. I can’t tell you how much, even without any reciprocation, that I enjoyed doing that for him.

The evolution continued. I found myself getting fully into the tub with him, and pressing his very erect penis between my boobs. And, in time, you guessed it. We had intercourse.

It didn’t stop there. I used to be totally uninterested in oral sex. It seemed cocks were somehow unclean, but since I was the one washing him, his seemed very clean to me. I sucked it with great satisfaction. When he licked my vagina for the first time, my clit was in absolute heaven. My whole body was in heaven. When he does that to me even to this day, I feel repeated orgasms in my whole body.

In time I became pregnant. We married. Today we have two beautiful daughters.

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Kenisha, an erotic tale

I like to get clients to dive deep into intimate, sexual details early on. It makes it easier to maintain rapport with them as I do my work. Plus, I have to admit I’m kind of a verbal voyeur. I enjoy hearing the details.

On Kenish’s first visit, she revealed, “I’ve had boyfriends before Mike. Most guys would fuck me for like two minutes, cum, and then want nothing more. It was all I could do to get them to lick or finger me to my own orgasm.

“Mike wasn’t like that. Maybe he was the only one in the world who could do what he did. He would stick it in, and just lay there with me. We’d often fall asleep connected. Fifteen minutes later I’d awaken slightly as I felt his softened cock pop out of me. It was so satisfying!

“Oh, we had orgasms from time to time. It wasn’t always weird sex like that. I’ve got my two daughters to prove it.”

I noticed Kenisha put Mike in the past tense. I asked, “What happened to Mike?”

“You don’t want to know.” Then after a brief pause, “He was a sanitation worker. He drove a garbage truck. You know how they have a yellow knob on the dashboard that sets the parking brake? That truck ain’t goin’ nowhere when the air brakes are set.

“Well, like all good garbage men, when he found things in the trash he liked, he’d take them home. He had piled some books on the dashboard, then he went out behind the truck to do something. The books fell to the floor, bumping the air brake button on their way down. The truck rolled back and squished Mike against a dumpster. They say his head burst. He didn’t have time to feel any pain, or even know there was a problem.”

It made me sad to hear that. To distract myself, I sometimes play a little guessing game in my mind with new clients. I try to figure out what they do for a living before they tell me. I knew Kenisha worked in the shipyards. I had her pegged as an administrative assistant, or maybe an accounting clerk or inventory manager, or something like that. Being small and thin, she fit the part.

I was really surprised to discover her actual line of work.

“Now, I was a black single mom with two little kids to raise. Fortunately, the city gave some money. Some lawyer figured out that the parking brake knob in Mike’s truck was defective. The city knew and hadn’t fixed it. So I took the money, hired a nanny, and went back to school.”

“What did you study?” I asked her.

“I’m a fabrication welder. That means I make the fittings and things that a ship needs. Oh, I started out doing big ol’ hull welding like everyone else, but advanced to where I make and attach equipment mounts, handrails and guard plates. I love my work.”

Like many of my clients, Kenisha came to me already fairly confident. She just wanted more, and in a specific area. With men. She explained that since Mike passed, she’s had a heck of a time associating with other men. As she explained it, she’d like to find a new daddy for her two girls, but can’t get to first base with any of these men.

We talked a bit, and I suggested she pursue an ordinary friendship with a man in her life. Not to date him, but just to start being able to converse with men. I said maybe she could find a man at her church, a distant relative, a coworker, or something like that.

“Well, there is this one guy. I don’t think he’s very bright, though. He follows me around with a grinder sometimes. His job is slag removal and smoothing welds. He’s quiet, and has such sad eyes.”

Bingo, I thought. That would be a good fellow to start with. We ended the session with me asking her to find out why he is so sad.

On the way out of the office, she dropped a bombshell on me. She mentioned his name, Eric. I know Eric, he’s another of my clients! I realized Kenisha is in for a huge surprise.

The next week I found out that Kenisha did indeed talk with Eric. It seemed to go well for her, but she hadn’t yet found out Eric’s secret. They made a date to go to dinner. I don’t think she thought of it as a real date. She just figured dinner would be a good exercise.

There was one thing that intrigued Kenisha about Eric. She and he had been on the job for about two years. During that time, he has disappeared for a month three times. She was surprised the company kept him on. Most guys who keep taking that much time off get fired.

Let me tell you about Eric. He’s tall, thin, sandy-haired and kind of craggy but very good-looking, not unlike a younger version of Mick Jagger.

Here’s the thing: Eric was a trauma surgeon. He lost his confidence, or more specifically, his interest in the medical profession, at least the way it’s practiced in America. Trauma surgery can be pretty rough. A trauma surgeon sees people die all the time. There’s a lot of horrifying sights, sounds and smells in that line of work.

But that’s not what got Eric. It was the way the medical system is run. One patient was the last straw. A woman came in with intense abdominal pain. She was 42 years old with a deadbeat missing husband and three small children. She was diagonsed with a mass in her intestinal area, and Eric was called in. He used a long needle to take a sample. The lab reported that this woman had a benign tumor of an unusual type. It would be a simple thing to have a gastroenterological surgeon remove it and she’d be fine. But her insurance wouldn’t cover it. They said that particular form of cancer ‘wasn’t in their charts.’ The hospital refused to do anything for her. Eric thought about doing the surgery himself and paying the hospital’s expenses. Surgeons have been known to do that sort of thing. But he didn’t. He kept quiet. The woman suffered through the night, then died in the morning. Eric was an emotional wreck. He could have saved her. It would have been so easy for him. But he just didn’t step up to the plate. A week later, after having cried himself to sleep every night, he took a leave of absence from the hospital.

That’s when he took the laborer’s job at the shipyard.

I didn’t tell any of this to Kenisha. She’d have to figure it out for herself. I also didn’t tell her the reason for Eric’s mysterious month-long disappearances. It turns out he was joining a hospital ship at his own expense, and performing charitable surgeries on injured or crippled children and adults in Haiti.

Over the following weeks, I strongly encouraged Kenisha to pursue Eric, and in Eric’s sessions, I gently pushed him toward Kenisha. I guess I was more of a matchmaker than a confidence counselor. But whatever, right?

Eric reported he had found a wonderful woman at work, but that she scared him somewhat. When I asked why, he first said that she was his boss, but then revealed he found her especially attractive. It turns out, in all his 36 years, he had never been serious about a woman. He initially come to me to regain his confidence in working within the American medical system. Now things were getting weird. He said he wouldn’t mind being a common laborer at the shipyards forever, even with the huge cut in pay. He said the money was sufficient.

Hmmm, was I failing in my job? I was thinking maybe not. Maybe it was OK for Eric to shift gears, and instead, I’d help him with Kenisha. What he really needed now was confidence with Kenisha.

One issue he was facing is that he hadn’t told her anything of his background yet. He was afraid she’d freak out that he wasn’t being a doctor ‘like he should be,’ as he put it. Then too, it had been weeks. The longer he put off telling her, the deeper the hole he was digging.

A few weeks after that, Kenisha came into her appointment all smiles. “Oh my god, you won’t believe what I found out about Eric!” I believed it. At that point, I had to come clean, and tell her that Eric was my client also, and I knew all about his past. She playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

The week after that, she told me that they had not only started having sex, they were talking about marriage. She revealed that she had always thought of white men as somehow weak, ‘you know, due to their light color,’ but that was not Eric. He had yet to learn Ken’s trick of holding still while fucking. Instead, he was very attentive to her, long-lasting and strong, making sure she had her orgasm first. She came right out and said she really like how his white penis could become rock-hard. According to her, it was harder and larger than Ken’s. She liked that he wasn’t circumcised. She could play with rolling his foreskin over his glans for hours, which he didn’t mind a bit.

Suddenly switching gears away from sex, she mentioned that he just loves her two daughters.

Time went on. They married. With my help, he went back to work at the hospital, realizing that he could do more important work from with in the admittedly broken health care system, than by staying away from it. Kenisha went with him to Haiti, helping out as a general hand on the hospital ship. When they found out about her welding skill, she became the ship’s fixit woman during the times she was there.

Kenisha now has a third child, a lovely little boy. The boy’s father doesn’t have sad eyes any more.

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Two Women Watch Me Jerk Off

By Spurtz

Two women watch me jerk off

I have mentioned parts of this story in the past but now I want to provide a bit more detail.

For a couple of years I had a very pleasant fuckbuddy relationship with a gal named Susan. No real pressure. We were both just in it for the sex. I don’t recall ever actually going out on a date although we did take a four-day trip to Aspen together and also a trip to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico. Normally she would just drive to my place and we would fuck.

I originally met her through the woman who was my wife at the time although we never got together until after my wife and I split. She was a hairdresser and cut my hair every few weeks. The first time that sex was on the table, although nothing actually happened, I jokingly said something about trimming my pubes and she said OK. So I went to her salon after hours and got a haircut both above and below. Although she handled my junk while trimming down there and I got a semi, that was as far as it went.

Then I moved about an hour away and told her I would pay her drive time if she would come to my place and give me my haircut. And a pube trim as well. The first time she came, it ended up being late she opted to spend the night. Obviously sex was on the table and for some fucking reason, I couldn’t get it up. She tried everything to no avail. I didn’t get much sleep that night lying next to her (she had a great body) knowing that all that pussy was there for the taking and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Well I woke up with morning wood and immediately put my dick to work. Before she left I had fucked her twice, she blew me once, and jacked me off once. Every time we were together over the next couple of years, it was instant hard-on.

I would only see her a couple of times a month and her visits usually lasted all day. We always started off with a haircut and pube trim. I would get totally naked and by the time she finished I would be sporting a major erection. She got off on seeing me spurt so the first action of the day would be me jacking off while she watched or sometimes she would do the jacking. Plenty of other sex would follow.

Knowing ahead of time when she was coming, I got in the habit of doing some major edging. The night before I would edge for a good hour and then another hour the morning before she arrived. So by the time I jacked off for her, I could produce some world class ejaculations. She actually measured my cumshot at just an inch or so short of five feet.

One day I was all primed for her arrival and to my huge disappointment she showed up with a friend of hers named Linda. I had met this woman once before but only very briefly. She was a nice-looking woman probably in her mid-thirties, same as Susan. To put things in perspective, I was about twenty years older.

Susan normally cut my hair in my kitchen because it had an all marble floor which made for easy cum cleanup. I positioned a chair in the middle of the floor. Linda sat in a built-in kitchen booth that was located over my left shoulder when I sat in the chair.

I whispered to Susan something about not getting a pube trim this time and she replied that Linda had seen a dick before. So I assumed that Susan had planned the whole thing so her friend could see my cumshot show. But when I dropped my pants and my dick flopped out, it was obvious from the look on Linda’s face that it was a total surprise. I figured what the hell and kept on going.

Once undressed, although I did keep a T-shirt on, I sat down and Susan went to work. Between trimmings she would jerk my dick a bit trying to make me hard. Linda really couldn’t see anything because she was sitting behind me. But once Susan finished she said she was going outside for a smoke.

I wasn’t sure what to do. The normal thing would have been to stand up and get dressed. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping that Susan would come back and have me put on a show. So I sat there. But with Linda sitting behind me it was a bit difficult to carry on a conversation so she got up and came around in front of me and leaned against the counter. She was only a foot or two away from me.

As we carried on a conversation the whole thing seemed really odd. Here was a fully-clad woman who I barely knew standing right in front of me with me sitting there with my cock and balls on full display. I really wanted to get hard. I thought if I could just will myself into a hard-on it wouldn’t be as blatant as grabbing my dick and start jerking off. Bult try as I might, I couldn’t do it.

I had leaned one thing about Linda from Susan. Linda’s boyfriend needed to use Caverject in order to get hard. This is where a medication is injected directly into the penis in order to get an erection.

I figured she might enjoy seeing a dick go from soft to hard without using a needle. So I said “Fuck it” and started stroking my dick while we continued to carry on a normal conversation. I grabbed my nuts with my other hand. My dick was already slightly plump form Susan’s handling of it so it really didn’t take much to get fully hard.

Linda wasn’t the slightest bit surprised or put off with me jerking my dick in front of her. In fact it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Finally I said, “Would you like to see me cum?”

“Susan told me about your cumshots but I had no idea I would actually see one. So yes, definitely, I want to see you shoot.”

About that time Susan returned from her smoke and joined Linda at the counter. “I see you’ve started without me,” she commented.

So I am stroking away, totally in the moment with two good looking women watching me intently, which just added to the enjoyment of me jacking off.

It didn’t take long and I started bucking my hips as my hand flew up and down my cock. Then the first blast of cum shot out quickly followed by several more. I usually have three or four pretty decent spurts followed by about an equal number of weaker ones. The whole time the cum was flying the girls were squealing and clapping their hands.

I kept pumping away even after it was really over because it just felt so damn good. Finally the last vestiges of semen drooled out of the dick and I continued to milk it getting every last drop. The girls were jabbering about my massive ejaculation but I was in sort of a daze and didn’t really pay that much attention.

Finally Linda complimented me on what she said was the best and biggest cumshot she had ever seen..

Susan and I got some paper towels and mopped up the mess. Susan is a freak for champagne. Me, not so much, but I always kept a couple of bottles in the fridge mainly for her. She suggested we pop one open and celebrate my cumshot. So we did. I didn’t bother to put my pants back on and after opening the champagne the three of us sat down in the breakfast booth and drank a few glasses. Linda sat next to me while Susan was across from us.

As the girls laughed and joked about what had just gone down, Linda slid a hand over my thigh and wrapped her hand around my still half-hard dick. ”Nice cock…” she said.

Linda was quite animated about what she had just witnessed. She commented that with most of the ejaculations she had seen that the semen mostly just oozed out. She’d had one boyfriend who tended to spurt when he was really horny but even then she said it shot out maybe a foot. She had no idea it was even possible to spurt four or five feet like I had. Of course Susan had seen me do it many times so it was no big deal for her. Susan confessed that she had told Linda about my ejaculations but really hadn’t expected it to happen on this visit but was glad Linda got to see it.

I was actually up for another round but they had to be somewhere. But they promised that they would be back for more action in the future. Unfortunately, that never happened. Shortly after that Susan moved to Arizona to be close to her mother and I got into a hot and heavy relationship that quickly led to marriage.

Two women watch me jerk off

Two women watch me jerk off

Two women watch me jerk off

These pictures are of Susan, the actual woman in the story.

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Too Playful at the Nude Beach

I suggested we all go to the nude beach. I didn’t really think they’d say ‘yes.’ But I should have known. As many of you married guys know, when you marry, you get the whole family.

Now, Mae’s family has always been fun-loving. Take their names for instance. My wife, who is 26 years old, is Mae. Her sister, younger by four years, is June.

Their Mom, Sue, is 47. Sue is still a great looking woman. Her dark blond hair has a few streaks of gray in it, which makes her look dignified in my opinion. She is an all-natural, all-organic person, as is Mae, so she won’t dye her hair. Sue might be considered a bit heavy, but I call her curvy.

My wife Mae might be almost heavy, too, but being short, it looks good on her. She, too, has darker blond hair. No gray streaks, of course. Her breasts are big and full, and quite firm. I can never get enough of gently squeezing them, which she calls a ‘massage’ and we can do just that for hours.

Her sister June looks different. If they didn’t have the same mouth and nose, you’d think she was adopted. June, is skinny, with a bit darker skin, and dark brunette hair. She is only around 5′ 2″ also, like the rest of her family.

So, we went to the nude beach. Now, you may know that not all nude beaches are the same. Some are quite open in what’s allowed, others are conservative. There are no signs saying ‘no sexual activity,’ but at our beach, that’s pretty much understood. There are some almost militant people there who feel that they have to protect the beach from a political change in wind, which could close it to public nudity. Those people will act like Karens if something happens of which they do not approve.

So, it was a warm, early afternoon, the tide was low, everything was perfect. I was looking forward to seeing June naked. Now, I really appreciate my wife, but I have to say, June sexually excites me – from a distance. We’d never act on it, of course.

We spread a big blanket 50 feet from the nearest other nudists and about 30 feet from a young non-nude family. 50 feet in the other direction was a pair of nude elderly men. I’m guessing they were a gay couple. The people around us were doing the usual things. Drinking sodas, reading books, just laying around and talking.

I was a bit reluctant to strip in front of June, and especially Sue. Evidently, they were reluctant to strip in front of me, too. It took Mae to break the ice. She took off her bikini as casually as if she were in our own bedroom. Fortunately, Sue followed her lead. I was kind of afraid that no one would strip naked.

That happened to me once at a nude beach. I took off my stuff, and my companions kept their shorts on the whole time. I felt, well, naked! Vulnerable. But now Mae and Sue were stripping, and all was well.

Sue’s breasts are kind of flat and sag down a bit, but I’m not complaining. She’s still quite a looker, and always joking around, which makes her great in my book! The hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed and a bit darker than the hair on her head. She had underarm hair, and a thin coating of hair on her legs, which surprised me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all-natural woman. Now Mae may be organic and all, but she does shave. Even her pussy.

June took off her bikini. I was delighted. She is beautiful, like a super-model. Like Mae, she shaves everything. The only critique might be that her boobs are somewhat small with pointy little tiny nipples, but I’m not complaining. Mae’s nipples are not much darker than her natural skin, but big around. Same with Sue.

I was so excited by seeing the women, that i forgot to pull down my shorts. They started teasing me about that, especially June. So, with a bit of trepidation, I put my thumbs in my waistband, and pulled down, and stepped out of my shorts and underpants.

The women all started tittering. They seemed to like what they saw – an average size guy with an average size set of equipment. I shave down there, which Mae loves, but the other two knew nothing about that. Most men don’t shave, and so the other two were somewhat surprised. June instinctively reached out to touch my smooth scrotum.

Before she could quite reach it, Mae laughingly yelled, “Hey, don’t you dare touch my husband.”

June replied with “Or what?”

Mae said, “Or I’ll.. I’ll…” She was stuck without a plan. Then, evidently without thinking it through, she shocked us all by saying, “I’ll stick my sandy finger in your ass.”

June reached out with both hands, and cupped my balls. Mae playfully attacked her, and the next thing you know, they were both rolling around wrestling in the sand. Mae actually tried to carry out her threat. A couple of times, she almost reached her index finger into June’s crack. Then she did. June stopped dead in her tracks, while Mae slowly, carefully pressed in a bit. After a few seconds, Mae pulled her finger out, put it in her mouth, coating it with saliva, and then resumed her work, pushing her finger fully into June’s ass, while Sue cheered them on.

I must say, as fun-loving as that family is, I didn’t see that coming! It seemed to me this isn’t the first time, they’ve all played naked. I wondered whether John, the girls’ father, and Jason, their brother have played with them. I’ll have to come up with some way to invite them all to the beach on a day when the guys aren’t running the shop.

Seeing people stick fingers in asses has always been a big turn-on for me, and Mae must have known that. For now, my dick was starting to grow. I was concerned to be seen in that condition on the beach. To my horror, Sue saw me with my half-erection, and she casually reached out, and lightly pinched the tip. That’s all it took for me to go to full-mast.

The sisters stopped wrestling and watched, as Sue started non-chalantly stroking my penis. I laid back in the sand on my elbows with my back arched. My emotions went from horrified from having an erection in front of everyone to absolutely enjoying Sue’s attention. Mae and June egged her on. “Mom, that’s great. Go for it!”

In literally thirty seconds, I was spurting sperm all over Sue’s hand. A few minutes later, we were all playing Frisbee as if nothing unusual had happened. Perhaps for that family, it wasn’t all that unusual. I must tell you, I am absolutely delighted with my wife, and the family that came along in the bargain.

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Nude Bowling

by Spurtz

I’m Jack, part of a group of eight people who race at competitive running events nearly every weekend and also bowl together on a regular basis. Jill and Kevin are married, Monica and Sue are single, and Joe, Allen, Mike, and I are also single. For whatever reason, neither Monica or Sue have ever actually dated any of the guys. Lots of hanging out together but always in a group.

Allen and Mike also were pickleball fans and played regularly. We were all together in a café after a successful run. This was in central Florida where there are many competitive runs over a wide number of suitable trails.

The subject of conversation was pickleball and Mike commented that nude pickleball was the latest sensation. And that while all of the courts were located at naturist facilities (better known as nudist resorts to the clueless) six of them were right here in Florida and one was in Kissimmee, just a short drive away.

Mike said, “Allen and I have been kicking around the idea of giving it a go. But we are bit hesitant because not being regular naturists, we might be resented as “outsiders.”

“So,” Kevin said, “you have no trouble playing a nude sport with people you know?”

“Of course not,” replied Mike. “As long as everybody is on the same page and ok with nudity, what’s the big deal?”

Kevin shot back, “So then you would have no problem with us all getting together for nude bowling?”

“Where is there nude bowling?” Allen wanted to know.

“I suspect it could be at our local bowling alley if the proper palms were greased,” replied Kevin.

Let me tell you about Kevin. He’s a bond trader and literally makes millions of dollars every year. But you would never know it. He drives a restored ‘60’s era muscle car and jeans and a t-shirt would be “dressed up” for him. He works out of his home which, admittedly, is somewhat upscale and located right on the beach with a 40-foot Cigarette boat tied up out back.

“Let me talk to Claudia, the bowling alley manager and see if a private session can be arranged. That’s assuming everybody in our group is on board?”

Surprisingly everybody enthusiastically raised their hands and all said they were in. Kevin looked at me. “Jack, you seemed a bit hesitant in raising your hand. Do you have a problem getting naked for bowling”

“Can I be candid? I’m telling you up front that in a naked group I probably won’t be able to keep from getting an erection,” I replied.

Jill laughed. “Don’t worry about your little winky sticking out. I doubt anybody will notice.” Everybody laughed and echoed her sentiment.

“OK,” I shot back. “Consider yourselves warned.”

After slipping Claudia a thousand bucks, she arranged to open the alley one morning, just before lunch. On that day the alley didn’t open until four pm. She sat up some folding tables and we had a catering company bring in a nice lunch spread. She also rounded up some folding screens and blocked off one end of the alley. There were other employees there who knew what was going on but Claudia felt they didn’t have to see it. There had to be somebody there to service the pin setting equipment in case anything jammed up while we were bowling. This did happen from time to time.

Once we were all there, no time was lost getting undressed. Claudia had some extra folding tables where we could store our clothes. We still had to wear our bowling shoes.

“Omigod!” exclaimed Jill when I dropped my pants. “That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. How big is it? The rest of the group also had their eyes glued to my cock.

“Six inches soft, and about eight and a half hard, as you will soon see.” I could feel my dick start to thicken. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Within thirty or forty seconds my dick was like a bar of steel, sticking straight out from my body. No more pointing to the sky like it did as a teen. Probably too big and too heavy to do that anymore. But still, a major object of everyone’s rapt attention.

“Hey, let’s eat,” I said. Trying to divert the attention away from my dick.

Claudia had draped the tables with cloth coverings. As I leaned forward to access the food, the table height was exactly right for my dick to slide onto the cloth covering. As I moved down the table to sample all the goodies, the frenulum of my prick was sliding long the rough cloth.

Sue was closely watching my cock slide along the cloth. “Hmmm,” she said, “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?”

I looked down at my ever-hardening prick that was also starting to get more coloring in it. “You caught me. It feels damn good.”

She laughed. “I hope you aren’t about to shoot a load all over our food.”

I winked at her. “Maybe later.”

As we sat around eating our food, now my dick was sticking straight up. The head was quite dark in color and looked like it was about to burst. Jill leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Does that thing ever go down?”

“Eventually,” I replied. “But for some reason, once it gets hard, it could take several hours to go soft. Oddly enough, even after I cum it stays hard.” I lowered my voice even more. “I’ve had sessions where I’ve had as many as three orgasms and never lost my erection.”

“Was that with a partner or jacking off?” she asked. “Both,” I replied.

“What are you two whispering about?” Sue wanted to know.

In a normal speaking voice where everybody could hear, Jill said, “Jack was just telling me how his big ol’ cock stays hard for hours….even after cumming several times.”

Kevin, Jill’s husband, laughed and said, “Sounds like your kind of guy.”

“For sure,” replied Jill. “I don’t know if I could get it to go soft but I’d like to give it the old college try.”

“Hey guys,” interjected Mike, as we finished eating, “let’s get to the bowling before this party goes totally off the rails with all this dick talk.” I noticed his own dick had thickened. As the other guys stood up, everybody looked to be aroused. Not fully hard, but hard enough to see that the smallest cock in our group was probably at least six inches. And all the guys had very attractive pricks on display. And the three girls, all great athletes, had very toned bodies with great racks. I noticed a trickle of something liquid on Jill’s thigh and figured she was already juicing from our little conversation. It was obvious from Kevin’s comments that he was ok with her admiring my cock.

Once we started bowling the cock conversation dropped off but my prick stayed just as hard as before. That was partially due to my bowling form. Some bowlers take two steps before throwing the ball, some take three, and a few take four. I take four. And each time I took a step my cock would slap against one thigh and then the other as I strode forward. The sensation of my dick swinging from side to side and making contact with my thigh right on the frenulum definitely kept me hard.

The longer we bowled, the more excited I became. I tried to hide it but everybody knew my dick was getting a workout. By the third game I was super aroused. And when my turn came to bowl the 10th frame I knew I might be in trouble. Normally I would throw one ball per frame if I got a strike or two balls to get a spare, or sometimes an open frame. But in the tenth there is the opportunity to throw the ball three times right in succession. That would give my penis a major workout slapping from thigh to thigh. The first ball was a strike. The second ball was another strike. As I prepared to throw the third ball, I knew my arousal was way beyond where it should be.

I did my usual four step run-up and just as I released the ball, I felt my ejaculation coming. I didn’t want to stand at the foul line and shoot a load down onto the lane so I quickly turned around, now facing seven people who somehow knew what was about to happen. And despite the fact that I really did not want to spurt my cum for everyone to see, that’s exactly what happened. Without touching my cock, a stream of semen jutted from the tip. Some of my group were standing about four feet away. That first jet splattered about half way between us. I knew the second was usually the most powerful and sure enough it landed just inches from Monica’s shoes. My dick kept spurting and at that point I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and pumped it as hard and as fast as possible. Semen continued to spurt in stream after stream filling the distance between me and the rest of group with long patterns of cum on the wood floor.

Finally my orgasm subsided. I still milked my dick to finish getting all the semen out. A thin stream drooled from the tip of my cock to the floor. I stood there, guilty as hell. I really felt horrible blowing my load right there in public in front of all my very best friends. But looking at their faces it was obvious nobody was that put out about it. In fact, they all looked quite happy. Especially the other four guys whose dicks looked very happy.

Monica rushed over to me with a box of tissues and the two of us got down on our knees and mopped up the jism. Then we all sat down and Jill kind of took charge. “OK, gang, it looks like we have some more erect cocks that need servicing. I don’t think we can risk out-and-out sex here in the bowling alley, but I do feel handjobs are in order. I’ll take care of Kevin. Look how hard his dick is. Mike, we all know you are gay although you think you are firmly in the closet, and I know Allen is bi as he has stated that in the past. Why don’t you two guys jack each other off? The two guys grinned in anticipation.

“That leaves two hard pricks unattended. Sue, can you masturbate Joe’s nice hard-on and Monica, I can tell you are obsessed with Jack’s big prick. He claims he’s good for multiple ejaculations in a row so here’s his chance to prove it.”

Everybody thought Jill’s suggestions were right on target and everybody got busy. Hands were flying up and down multiple erect pricks. Joe was the first to cum as Sue actually finished him off in her mouth. Despite the major ejaculation I just experienced, Monica’s skillful handjob talents had me spurting a load next. The two guys were able to achieve simultaneous eruptions and Jill brought Kevin off to an impressive cumshot.

After all the guys had cum, we all sat there attempting to recover. All the limp dicks rested on their thighs and drooled a bit of semen. My dick was still rock fucking hard.

“Think you can cum again, big boy?” Jill teased. “No problem,” I countered. So Jill grabbed my dick and started jacking me off. And as advertised, I was soon shooting my third load of the day.

“What the hell,” Sue said. “I’m not about to miss my chance at that monster cock. Let’s see if I can coax a fourth load of jism out of that thing.” With that, Sue grabbed my dick and instead of finishing me off in her mouth like she did with Joe, she immediately engulfed the head of my prick with her mouth and furiously started sucking. She gave me the best blowjob of my life and in an amazingly short time, my fourth cumload of the day was squirting down her throat as she eagerly swallowed every drop.

As we all then sat around reflecting on what just happened, I brought up the subject of the lack of orgasms for the girls. Jill immediately responded. “Only answering for myself, I actually had three orgasms. One came just from watching all the hard dicks cumming and two were from rubbing my clit while jacking off first Kevin and then Jack.”

“Same here,” echoed both Sue and Monica. They both had masturbated themselves to orgasm while everybody was watching the guys getting jerked off.

As we cleaned up the last of the food mess and any stray cum splatters, we then all got dressed. Jill came over to me and quietly said, “Kevin and I would like to invite you over to our place for drinks one night this week.” I eagerly accepted as I knew full well what they had in mind. One surprise that I had in store for them was that I was secretly bi. I was looking forward to seeing Kevin’s facial expression as his erect cock disappeared down my throat.

That was pretty much the end of our first nude bowling outing. More followed and each one got more uninhibited. Before it was over, every guy, except Mike, had fucked every one of the girls, and every guy had sucked Mike’s dick. As all of the guys discovered they had no problem with some bi tendencies, everybody’s dick got sucked by both all the guys and all the girls. Kevin had no problem with his wife Jill fucking and sucking anybody she wanted as long as he was in attendance.


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Exploits of a Grower, Not a Shower

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Dallas, His Wife and Daughter, Grower, not a Shower, Flaccid and Erect
As you can see, I’m a grower, not a shower.
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I grew up in a normal functioning family that accepted open nudity at home. With my mother, father and two sisters I always tended to be the exhibitionist in the family. I remember being quite young, prepubescent and I wanted everyone to see my “new penis”. I felt quite proud and never tried to hide my erections. As we reached puberty and grew into our teens, we moved away from total family nudity only seeing each other nude while in the bathroom. I continued to be totally nude quite often around the house when we didn’t have company. I often walked around with an erection which always caught the interest of my two sisters. Our mother also took notice of their curiosity for my erections and told me I had to go to the bathroom or my bedroom to take care of it after she caught my sister who was two years older than me holding my erect penis while I was attempting to pee outside on the back patio.

Going ahead a few years I’m now in college and we had a favorite beach that was unofficially clothing optional. Our group of friends six guys and seven girls started out with our bathing suits on but we quickly went over to the total nude area. The women were quite shy initially and nervous, the men threw caution to the wind as guys so often are quite comfortable nude.

I was one of the first to lose my bathing suit and be nude and by the time the women started to undress I had very firm erection. I’m what they call a grower not a shower. So, when I’m flaccid and in a cool temperature area I’m around 40mm (1.5”) in length and when I have an erection, it grows to 190mm (7.5”) long.

This of course drew a few giggles from some of the men and women. Being the exhibitionist that I am it made my erection even firmer. Some of the men also started to arise to the occasion. The women were trying not to stare but it was obvious that they were quite curious. To put things into perspective this was good friends only and not a sexual encounter. I was able to maintain a firm erection while we were splashing about in the rather chilly ocean however the cold water caused my scrotum to tighten up so much my testis disappeared. We were all having naked fun in the sun playing Frisbee.

We took a refreshment break and sort of sat around on our towels or just stood talking. A few of the women draped a towel around their shoulders and dried their hair. In the group of thirteen only five of us were completely shaved in the pubic area. Myself and one other man and three women. Back then it wasn’t as common to have your pubic hair clean shaven. That really added to the curiosity in our group.

Sara, not a student but a cousin of one of our friends was also one of the women who was clean shaven or should I say waxed. Sara was quite slim with very firm perky breasts. I love her tan lines that made it look like she was wearing a see-through white one-piece bathing suit. She had been keeping her eye on me and said she had never seen a man keep an erection for this length of time.

Being ginger haired with very light skin, I had to be careful of too much sun exposure so I suggested that we walk over to a part of the beach where some trees would give us some shade. Once over there Sara removed her towel from her shoulders and asked me if I wanted her to apply some sunscreen on me.

Sure, I said and she started with my back and shoulders then she moved around to the front of me and again with nothing on but a big beautiful smile, made a comment about how long I’ve had my erection and was it painful. I told her that it isn’t painful at all but it does feel really great to have an erection even when it’s not in use.

She said that I should put sunscreen on my penis because, as she put it, we don’t want to get that “guy” sunburned, do we as she started slathering sunscreen on my penis and scrotum. She commented on how smooth I was. That was it. I couldn’t hold back a second more and I ejaculated all over her hands and legs. We burst out laughing and I told her that now the spell was broken.

I said my poor penis is now going to make a disappearing act. She asked what I meant and I told her I’m a grower not a shower meaning that my penis is quite short when it’s limp holding up my two fingers to show her the length that it will be real soon. She laughed and said I don’t believe you.

A few minutes later, she believed me. We both started laughing and she said I need more sunscreen down there. I agreed and said I can’t have too much sunscreen down there the way I burn. She proceeded to rub the lotion all over my penis, scrotum, perineum area and buttocks. She again made a comment about my very light almost nonexistent body hair even though I only shaved my groin area.

She told me being so smooth like that is a real turn on. Sara had never seen an uncircumsised penis before and was just in awe at how the foreskin could move over the glans and back so smoothly and easily. My flaccid penis shrunk back but if you pulled at the foreskin, it would stretch out 3 to 4 inches past the glans. Even with a full erection I showed Sara that my foreskin could still be pulled over the glans but would roll back once I let go of it. Sara marveled at this ability.

We did a little kissing and softly touching each other but Sara was not interested in starting a new relationship as she was engaged in a committed relationship with a planned wedding the following May.
It seems as if we talked about everything in the world and a few hours latter it was time to head home. It had been a great day. We said our goodbyes and hugs. Parting with words like we should do this again and see you real soon.

I never heard back from Sara. Her cousin told me that she did get married the following May and has a young daughter now. She also said that Sara asks about you and remembers the great day we had together and that she felt so safe and comfortable with me while totally nude.

Fast forward several years. I married a great woman; Kathy and we have a beautiful daughter Lisa. Lisa was a very calm baby.

As a family we were very open about nudity. We did a lot of camping always looking for those clothing optional beaches. We joined a nudist resort club and for several years that was where we spent our summers. I did have to be careful of my spontaneous erections. Just like most nudist clubs ours had a very strict rules about blatant male erections. You had to leave the area or cover your erection with a towel.

Times were changing and the nudist clubs and resorts started losing members and closing down.
As Lisa started into puberty, she slowly stopped being nude around the house except for going from her room to the bathroom. She didn’t keep her bedroom or bathroom doors closed but she no longer wanted to go to our nudist resort or go to clothing optional beaches. We understood that and respected her privacy. She told us that she was very comfortable with our nudity around the house or in our swimming pool frequently joined us on the patio or pool in her bathing suit.

Lisa soon went off to college. When she came home for the Thanksgiving weekend, we noticed that she had really matured and had a very self-confident manner about her. She was really enjoying her first away from home experience.

One evening while I was showering, she came into the bathroom, sat down on the chair and asked me if we could talk.

“Sure,” I said. “What’s on your mind?”

She giggled nervously and asked if she could talk to me about my penis. I was surprised by the question and replied, “Sure Lisa. What would you like to know?”

I quickly rinsed off and came out of the shower and while I was standing right in front of her while toweling off my hair, she said that she has a friend, not really a serious boyfriend but we sort of play around. Don’t worry dad, safe sex only. I’m sure she saw the relief on my face.

Then Lisa said that his penis looks so different than yours, saying I know it’s because he’s circumcised and his foreskin was removed at birth.

“Why weren’t you circumcised?” she asked.

I started to explain that when I was born my parents could make that choice of circumcision of not. I then stated I’m really grateful that my parents left me intact telling her that there are hundreds of very sensitive nerve endings in the foreskin. Keeping it clean is a very important daily routine. I started to tug at my loose penile skin and stretched it out. Lisa just stared and looked mesmerized by how long it would stretch over my glans. Having just finished a warm shower, it measured out at around four inches past the glans. I said that your mom always calls it the hood.

I could feel myself getting aroused and had a flashback memory of those many years ago while skinny dipping with Sara. The blood pumped into my penis and in a matter of seconds I had a very firm erection. Lisa is just starring at my penis and exclaimed that she had seen me nude many times with an erection but didn’t realize that it was that big. My foreskin had retracted quickly behind the corona and my penile papules were showing quite prominently. I explained to Lisa that I have a very loose foreskin and that some men require a little help to roll it back when they get an erection and that even with my erection, I was able to manually pull my foreskin completely over my glans.

Lisa asked me about the bumps on the back edge of my corona and I explained, as I rubbed them that some men don’t have papules but they are very sensitive and add to the man’s pleasure. I mentioned that I believe that they were leftover from when men were evolving. She said her friend didn’t have papules and his glans was very smooth.

As I finished drying myself Lisa didn’t take her eyes off of my penis which was still maintaining an erection. I positioned myself to give her the best view being the exhibitionist that I am.

The bathroom door was open and a voice asked if this was a private meeting. My wife Kathy, Lisa’s mom was standing in the door way.

“Come on in Mom,” Lisa said. “I was just asking dad about his penis.”

We all burst out laughing. Now Lisa and my wife are looking at my penis. I thought I was going to explode when my wife grabbed my erect penis firmly and started to stroke it slowly. A few drops of precum formed on my meatus. Lisa was giggling and starring just waiting for me to explode. Mom said Okay guys it’s my turn in the shower and with that she quickly let go of my penis and said you are on your own.

I went to our bedroom to get dressed and Lisa followed me in there and asked me if I was going to masturbate as my erection was still firm and the precum was starting to drip. She said that she would like to watch me if I was. I said sure why not. I was a little nervous about this and as always when I get anxious, I try to use humor. Okay I said but no video. We both laughed. I laid down on our bed and folded the towel next to me. Lisa moved right to the side of our bed and watched earnestly as I slowly stroked my engorged penis and lightly rubbed my very firm scrotum. I could feel the ripples and wrinkles on my scrotum and I starred at Lisa’s face enjoying her watching me.

I was right at the point of no return when mom walks into the bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her head and asked with a laugh, am I too late for the lesson. Mom stood right beside Lisa as I spurted the largest load of ejaculate in my life. I could feel my orgasm pulse though my body and it seemed to go on for several minutes. I had never felt an orgasm so intensely.

Lisa said, “Mom, did you see dad’s eyes?”

Kathy started laughing and picked up my towel to clean up my ejaculate that had spurted everywhere including on Lisa’s arm.

Lisa said, “I’m okay Mom. I’ll take care of it.” I could see Lisa holding her arm so as not to let the ejaculate run off as she left our bedroom.

Kathy then closed the bedroom door and asked, do you have anything left for me? I said yes baby lets do it. It was great sex with Kathy. I just love going down on her especially if she is completely hairless and freshly showered which she normally is. I can help her have several orgasms by oral stimulation and by then I have a very firm erection ready to come again.

Sunday afternoon Lisa was packing up to return back to college. At lunch with us Lisa said thanks so much for being the best parents ever. She mentioned that her college friends find their parents boring and controlling.

We said our good byes as one of her friends pulled into the driveway for the journey back to school.
Latter that evening Kathy and I were talking about when Lisa was a little care free girl. Now a grown woman. During our reminiscing I told Kathy about my college days and my encounter with Sara. Kathy said she was jealous because her collage days, in her words were quite boring. You found excitement because you were a little exhibitionist and with that statement, we both started laughing.

Kathy suggested that we go to bed and show off your exhibitionism.

While I do say that I’m an exhibitionist, I only do that where the people around me don’t mind or care that I’m nude. I’m not the type to shock or threaten people with my nudity.

Here are more of my pictures on Wikimedia Commons: CalusUse’ (Dallas) Pictures