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How I Attained Peegasm

So far, I’ve attained ‘peegasm‘ also known as ‘pissgasm’ only twice. Every now and then, I’ll try it again.

The goal is simple, to emit urine and semen at the same time. In practice, it’s so nearly impossible that it’s exactly the kind of challenge I like.

The male body is specifically designed to block the flow of urine while ejaculating. The urinary sphincters clamp down tight. My job is to thwart that. So, after trying a few different things, I finally settled on the following technique:

1. I wait until my bladder is uncomfortably full. One time I went too far with this and found out the body will start leaking out spurts of urine despite all efforts to keep it in. As I went running to the bathroom, urine spilled out on the floor leaving a trail behind me.

2. Then I start jerking off. As the ‘gonna cum’ feeling starts to build up, I try to maintain that feeling, but also try to let go and pee. Almost always one of four things happens:

a. The orgasm that’s starting to build subsides.

b. The urge to urinate subsides.

c. The piss starts flowing but I don’t cum.

d. I have an ejaculation, but didn’t pee.

Of course the last variation is the worst, because then the fun is over.

3. I go through a few cycles of building up to orgasm while really feeling the urge to pee, hopefully avoiding ejaculation until I’m actually urinating. Quite often, I’ll start to urinate, but the orgasm doesn’t happen, or the orgasm will shut off the flow of urine.

I’ve tried letting the orgasm happen, then opening the pee valves. That doesn’t work.

I’ve tried stimulating my cock really vigorously while peeing, hoping to instigate an orgasm. That mostly doesn’t work, but sometimes the orgasm will happen. Unfortunately, that shuts off the flow of urine.

The magic seems to be mental. You want to just let go. To really relax the urinary sphincters.

The first time it worked, my wife was asleep inside the house. I was outside on a hill in an orchard late at night at the edge of my front yard. There was traffic on the road nearby, but unless someone shined a spotlight sideways right at me, they would not see me from their cars. I think this semi-exhibitionism heightened my experience and may have made the peegasm possible.

I was standing, jerking off vigorously, and really, really had to pee. And then it happened. The pee was flowing, and then, it switched from a steady stream to orgasmic and very fluid spurts. I couldn’t see clearly in the dark, but I’m certain I was ejaculating while still peeing.

The other time, I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The tub was dry. The light was on, so I could watch clearly. Again it started with urine flow. That smooth flow was interrupted by spurts of white cum. ‘Interrupted’ isn’t quite the right word. The urine flow never shut off. The flow became chunky as the output was the mixed thin yellow fluid of urine interspersed with white sections of cum. Very exciting! It was a super-strong orgasm. Oddly, when it was over, I still had quite a bit of piss in my bladder, yet I couldn’t continue peeing for a minute. Finally, the muscle tension let go, and I was able to finish the urination.

That’s it for now. I’ve gotta keep practicing. In fact, I have a male friend who I think I’d like to practice this with. I’m not sure exactly what we’d do or how we’d accomplish it, but I can imagine it might start with us both sitting on the edge of the tub, but holding huge amounts of urine in our bladders, and maybe wanking each other, with a lot of feedback, like “Hey, wait a second…” and “OK, go on…” and so on.

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My Problem

My Problem, an interesting masturbation situation

My problem is on a higher level, and I say this with an unconcealed degree of pride.

I have learned to have continuous, long-lasting orgasms. I can go as long as 5 minutes in orgasm.

In case you’re wondering how it’s done, let me tell you, because you can learn it too, and it’s not hard. It just takes some practice, and not even that much. I have seen a couple of guys get it on the first try.

You may know about edging, where you bring yourself close to ejaculating over and over again, but before you get too close, you stop the stimulation, and let the feeling subside.

OK, do that. Except, every time you get close to the edge, stop the stimulation only for a moment, Maybe one or two seconds. Then resume. Optionally, you can reduce the stimulation without stopping altogether. The goal is not to let the pre-orgasmic feeling fully subside. Just let it fall enough that you don’t cum then and there.

Stay calm, and keep doing it, Pretty soon, a true orgasmic feeling, what I call ‘lower orgasm,’ will happen for a moment. You feel that wonderful visceral tickle, for lack of a better word. You feel the tightness in your genital region, and probably a super excited, super hard cock state. You may feel tingles, or sort of spectacular chills as distal as your head and feet. You are fully in bliss. Now, typically, it falls off after a moment, or you ejaculate. That’s where the practice comes in. You can find the balance and stay in the lower orgasmic feeling for longer and longer times. At first, it’s up and down. You’ll keep getting into the orgasmic state for a moment, then it will recede, then you can bring it back, and so on. But in time, you can just stay in it.

Your body helps out. When it learns what you’re trying to do, it actually supports you in this activity, making it increasingly easy to stay in the state. Maybe it’s like playing the piano. It’s pretty damn hard to play a tune the first few times through, but with practice, you don’t even remember to press certain keys, you just play the song almost on autopilot.

Once you get the knack of it, you can even hit what I refer to as ‘high orgasm.’ In that state, your penis pulses. You get the ejaculatory contractions, but nothing comes out. That’s ideal. In actual practice, sometimes one drop of cum will escape. That’s rather exciting, because you can have a session of mini-ejaculations over the course of minutes or even hours. As good as that is, to get into the high orgasmic state with contractions and all, but stay dry… well, it’s an absolutely delicious accomplishment.

Imagine: You can have orgasms better and beyond what almost any other guy has had. But you don’t have to imagine. This is real!

So my problem, on a higher level, is that I’m still not perfect. Whether by myself, or with my wife or male friends doing me, it’s difficult for me to stay in lower orgasm for more than a few minutes at a time. And my high orgasm state generally falls back to lower orgasm after a few seconds, and has to be brought back, over and over again. On some occasions, I’ve had five minutes of lower and higher orgasm several times in an hour or more, But usually, I blow it, and fully ejaculate too soon.

By the way, an interesting side benefit is you learn that you don’t have to ejaculate to be satisfied. Many times, I’ve received a dry handjob from my wife, then continued to rub myself for an hour next to her while she sleeps. I don’t even bring tissues to bed any more, because I don’t need them. Finally, I fall asleep, happy as a clam. On a few occasions, I have fallen asleep while she is manipulating my penis. My wife seems to particularly like that.

As I keep practicing, I’m very curious to see what will happen next. Will I be able to stay in higher orgasm for a half-hour non-stop? What will that be like? Is there something new, as yet undiscovered? Maybe, I’ll break through to a new threshold? Is there a state beyond orgasm?

Old Lady Testicle Massage

My buddy suggested this woman in the village who specializes in testicle massages. He said it’s great for a man’s health. I thought he was joking. Then I thought he lost his mind. Then I thought I might give her a try.

After all, I hadn’t seen my wife for 5 weeks. Although this testicle massage business didn’t seem to be a sexual thing, I was so horny, I couldn’t think straight.

You didn’t make an appointment with this woman. You just showed up at her hut. Well, I thought of it as a hut. It was a typical little one-bedroom house on the edge of the village.

I was instructed to wait outside. It seemed to take forever. The state of mind I was in didn’t help. I was horny, scared and doubtful all at the same time. Twenty minutes later, a man, much like myself, emerged from the house, looking sheepish or shy, and satisfied at the same time. I asked him, “How was it?”

He seemed reluctant to talk to anyone at the moment, but did manage an answer. “Oh fine. You’ll enjoy it,” and then he walked off.

She beckoned me inside. The woman was at least 50 years old, gray-haired and overweight. Her breasts – well, let’s just say I wouldn’t want to see her without clothing.

In very broken English, and mostly hand gestures, she asked for the money up front. I gave it to her. What could I lose? Twenty bucks was nothing. Then she motioned that I should take off all my clothes. It was even warmer in the hut than outside, so it was actually a relief to strip naked. However, it was also something else. How to describe it? Strange? Embarrassing? I mean who takes off all their clothes in front of a strange old woman?

Even though I was looking forward to the session, my penis was not the slightest bit erect. As I got on her massage table, she pointed at my dick and laughed. I’m not good at any language but English, but I believe what she said was “Small, like the guys around here.”

Well, at least she was a good-humored old bat.

She approached the table, liberally coating her hands with something that looked like melting butter. She reached out, and ever-so-gently lifted up my limp penis.

The touch was, well, for lack of better words, absolutely electric! I hadn’t expected that. She then started just lightly feeling my scrotum skin. The electricity continued. I decided immediately I was going to like this.

My penis shot to a full erection in a matter of seconds as she continued to lightly fondle my scrotum. We both ignored the erection. I was a bit weirded out by becoming erect in front of her, but I assumed erections in this situation were normal and OK. Surely, she was totally used to such things.

She very slowly evolved her touch from just a gentle scrotum massage, to manipulating the testicles inside. Then she became firmer. And firmer. I believe she said, “Let me know when it’s too much.”

I was determined to take as much as I could. She wasn’t actually hurting me, but let’s just say the massage was very, very intense. This old thing knew exactly what she was doing!

At one point, she yelled something out the window. I knew exactly what it was. She was telling the next guy to wait outside.

My penis was as hard as it had ever been. I started getting that feeling, you know the one, where you know you’re gonna cum and you can’t do anything to stop it. And yet, she hadn’t touched my penis at all, except for that first moment when she lifted it away from my scrotum.

I was so close. I figured she’d seen plenty of ejaculations in her life. Nothing to be shy or embarrassed about.

Suddenly, she stopped. “Thank you,” she said in perfect English.

And that was that. I tried to insinuate, to actually communicate, that I wanted to have her finish. To give me an orgasm. But she wasn’t having it.

I put on my clothes, noticing the rather wonderful feeling in my balls. They were like heavy, and it was nice. Satisfying in an unusual way. It’s a feeling that stayed with me all afternoon.

I couldn’t wait to get back, find some quiet time, and jerk off.

As I left the hut, the guy who had been waiting outside asked me, “How was it?”

“Oh fine, you’ll enjoy it.”

She Loves Peehole Tonguing

She loves peehole tonguing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horrible Handjob

Horrible handjob

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girlfriend Fingering Peehole

My girlfriend is obsessed with my peehole. It started simple enough when she really took notice of me ejaculating. Now, she prefers to jack me off instead of sex, so she can watch the semen cumming out. But it doesn’t stop there.

She just loves watching me pee, especially if there’s an opportunity to urinate outdoors. She likes to hold it when I’m peeing. One time, she tried stopping the pee by squeezing my dick in the middle. It hurt like hell. I yelled, and she immediately let go, releasing a surprisingly high-pressure stream of piss.

Next, she took an interest in sticking her tongue into my peehole as much as she could. I have to say, that was just heavenly! A couple of times, I came, flooding her mouth with my cum, which she seems to especially appreciate.

Girlfriend fingering peehole

Lately, she’s been trying to jam her little finger in my peehole. She says she wants to feel the inside of my urethra. You’d think any sensible guy would stop her from doing that, but the truth is, even though it kind of hurts, I love it.

So far, she hasn’t gotten her little finger in past the first joint. We’ve tried various lubricants from spit to olive oil. Coconut oil seems to work best. She presses, she twists, but can’t get her finger in past that first joint. It actually hurts like hell, but for some reason I can’t explain, I love it. I’m hoping my peehole will eventually stretch, and we’ll see just how far she can stick it in. I fantasize that she could jerk me off from the inside. Wouldn’t that be cool?

One time, while her finger was jammed in as best she could, I came. I felt the most wonderful contractions of my urethra as it filled with semen that couldn’t get out. I swear, the contractions, the orgasm, lasted twice as long as usual.

The other day, she almost got that first joint in. Finally, it was hurting me too much, so she pulled out. Man, did that sting! Sometimes, it stings for a day or two afterward when I pee, but I think it’s worth it.

The most recent thing she’s been doing is she’ll put her hand down my pants when I’m driving or watching TV, or even under the table in a restaurant, and try to work her pinkie into my peehole. She does this with no lube, and although she doesn’t make much progress, it sure feels nice!

I’ve been trying to get her talked in to letting me finger her peehole. She hasn’t relented yet, but I’m getting closer. Lately, while working her vagina with my tongue, I’ll press my tongue into her peehole as much as I can, which has given her spontaneous, crashing orgasms.

Literally Attacked By Four Girls

My sister

I’m going to tell you how I ended up cumming in my twin sister’s hands while her three girlfriends watched, and she ended up making money.

Our parents are fairly wealthy. Quite wealthy, in fact. So, we have a backyard pool. My sister’s three friends have hung out at our pool in their bikinis since before I can remember. Sometimes I, and some of my friends, would hang out there, too. We still spend time out there any time it’s warm and we’re away from college. When we were little, our mom and our friends’ moms used to watch over us.

So far, four times, I have fallen victim to my sister’s goofy money-making scheme out by the pool.

You see, our parents are trying to teach us to be financially responsible, or something. Sure they pay our college tuition, but we’re supposed to cover our own incidentals. Like when I broke my phone. Mom and Dad refused to pay for that.

I’ve been selling some black and white photos in a local gallery. They’re not nudes. They are things like close-ups of bent knees, or the back of a girl’s hand. My sister’s friends, all very good looking chicks, have been good enough to model for me. After the monthly gallery fee and commissions, it doesn’t pay all that well, and it’s the only gallery that has room to show my work. Still, I’m the lucky one to have an income. My sister would have to work in Walmart or something if it weren’t for her sneak attacks on me.

The first time was a total surprise, and it angered me, at first. The subsequent times started out less annoying, then became totally delightful. I still fought them off at the beginning, but it was more of a pretense.

On that first occasion it was me and the four girls at the pool. It was a warm day. Everything seemed normal. I was a short distance away from the four of them, laying on an air mattress and reading some stuff on my iPhone, and the four girls were twittering away about something. They sounded conspiratorial, with snickering and occasional blasts of laughter. No big deal.

Suddenly the four of them approached me in a clump with big smiles on their faces. I though they were going to dump cold water on me or something. I quickly moved my phone under a blanket so it wouldn’t get soaked. But where was the water? They weren’t holding anything behind their backs. They didn’t have the garden hose. Hmmm. Just as I was trying to figure it out, they attacked me. I mean, they literally grabbed my arms and legs, as I immediately started struggling. Oh, perhaps I could have overtaken them and gotten away, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone, even in this strange circumstance.

But it quickly got out of hand. Sandy tied my wrists together with a bandana or something. Carla was sitting on my legs and somehow managed to control my flailing ankles. Whoomp! In one smooth move, my sister pulled off my swim trunks, with the assistance of Carla, leaving me 100% exposed. Meanwhile, Lori was standing back holding something. Fuck, it was a phone. She was recording this! Geez! It was about then that I noticed that Carla and my sis had managed to bind my ankles together with a soft rope. Where did that come from?

This was scaring me. And, it was seriously pissing me off. They had gone too far, and I had lost control of the situation. I’m a control freak, so I was seriously not liking this. And my dick. It was exposed! Now, I wished I hadn’t been shaving that area. That was doubly embarrassing. I was thinking as soon as I got out of this mess, I was going to break that phone of Lori’s. No way were they going to bribe me with the video or something.

As it turns out, it was nothing of the kind. Not bribery. Worse in a way.

My sister knelt down next to my crotch, and started gently poking my scrotum with her fingers. I hated this, but there was a part of my mind that was also starting to find it, let’s say, ‘interesting.’ I mean, check it out, my very own sister, who hadn’t seen me naked since we were too young to remember, was touching my balls! How weird is that? And there was Lori, leaning in to get a close view with her phone.

The scene was not crazy enough yet. My penis had started to become erect as my sister moved from poking, and then gently stretching my scrotum, to playing with the little bit of foreskin I have. I’m circumcised. I was pulling hard against my bound wrists and ankles with Carla sitting on my feet, but I couldn’t get up. I wasn’t being polite. I was not trying to avoid hurting the girls. They really and truly had me so I couldn’t get away. I pulled so hard my arms ached. Because, here I was becoming erect in front of these girls, and I really, really didn’t want that. How totally embarrassing! But there was no stopping it. Yet, on one level, what my sister was doing to me was feeling good. Quite good. Now, she was stroking my penis. Where did she learn to do that? Must have been from one of her boyfriends. Even though she was my twin, there were things about her life, especially the last couple of years since we were attending different colleges, that were a mystery to me.

Oh, my god, I was going to cum! I felt the orgasm building up. I mean, maybe it’s one thing to have an erection in front of my sister and her friends, but to ejaculate, well, that would be untenable. Just like I tried not to have an erection, I was now straining with all my might not to ejaculate.

Suddenly, she let go. That was confusing. I was prepared to cum, to accept the inevitable, and it didn’t happen. I was so close, I felt my dick pulse two times, like cumming, but I’m pretty sure nothing came out. That had never happened to me before. It was always one way or the other with me. Either no orgasm and no cum, or ejaculation. There was no in between, until now. That was really strange. Now that I think back on it, my thought process had drifted during the past minute or two.

I had gone from so pissed off I swore I’d kill her when this was over, to, well, smiling! Yes, I was smiling and kind of laughing. The embarrassment of these girls watching my sister work with my rock hard penis was starting to wane, and was being replaced with what, horniness? A super erotic sensation? Now that she had let go of my dick, I only wanted one thing in the whole world: to ejaculate! But she had let go. I was becoming afraid that this crazy tied down event was over. They had their laughs, they’d let me go, they’d threaten me with the fucking video on Lori’s phone, but then they’d probably erase it, right?

Lori kept filming. Suddenly, my sister was back in action. She had put some suntan lotion on her hands, and I could feel the slipperiness as she started massaging my shaven ballsack. She hadn’t said much, and then uttered two funny words: “Like sandpaper.” Darn, I didn’t want my scrotum to be like that. I had wanted it to be silky smooth, like it looked. But that’s the way with shaving, especially if you only do it every couple of days.

It’s funny how the mind can work. That’s what I was thinking in that moment. But she didn’t allow me to think that for long. She grabbed my dick with one hand wrapped around the shaft, and started rubbing the oiled palm of her other hand across the top. Guys, if you’ve never had this done, let me assure you, you don’t want it!

It was the most intense feeling in the world. A sort of intense tickle. I pulled on my tied up wrists so hard that my arms ached again. I practically, but not quite kicked Carla off my feet. I needed to get away. I was yelling, “Stop, Stop!” but she just kept right on going. It’s like you smash your elbow on a sharp surface, and hit your funnybone. But worse. And better. I can’t explain it, but it was very sexual. I couldn’t stand it, but it was kind of OK. I know you may not understand it. I didn’t. I still don’t.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she stopped. She started working her thumb into the underside of my penis, just below the head, in little circles. Suddenly I was going to ejaculate. But again she stopped in the nick of time. And it was back to the palm rubbing. Again I was squirming, wiggling, straining and yelling. If anything, it was worse than the first time.

I felt some liquid. One of the girls must have seen it, and asked, “What was that, pee?”

No one seemed to know. I didn’t. There was a bit of ‘I’ve gotta pee’ feeling coming from my sister’s palm rubbing over my cockhead, but it was more like ‘I’m going to cum.’ So, maybe I must have let out some urine, involuntarily. To this day, I don’t know. I couldn’t really think about it. The rubbing feeling was just too intense, although it was slowly changing into something else. It wasn’t so terrible any more. My sister must have noticed that I stopped squirming so much, because she changed her grip, and the angle, bringing on the excruciating horrible tickle-like feeling again. But it wasn’t quite as intense as before, and started to feel more like orgasmic.

Then it happened. I came. There was nothing I could do about it. I was terribly horrified to have ejaculated in front of these four women, one being my sister, and it was registering on me just how bizarre this arrangement was with her working over me, her brother, like that.

But the situation was by no means finished. She kept going. She was still rubbing her palm over my penis, now being lubricated by my cum as well as the suntan oil. Back to excruciating. I kept yelling “Stop!” but she just kept going as if she was deaf. This was terrible again. I really, truly wanted her to stop. If I could have, I would have curled up in a little ball around my now totally sensitive penis. But I just couldn’t, and she kept going. She told me she wasn’t going to stop until my penis softened.

But the fucking thing refused to go flaccid. It was still as hard as it had ever been, and her attention was still totally awful! I was yelling and squirming hard. Or, maybe not quite as awful as it had been a minute earlier. Then, even though she was being as intense as ever, again the feeling slowly changed, and started to feel orgasmic again. Then I came again. It wasn’t embarrassing this time. It was amazing. It felt nice. And, somehow, unconsciously, I decided it wasn’t so bad having the girls looking on. Am I an exhibitionist? I guess I may have that component in my make up. Who knew?

Again, the excruciating rubbing of my cockhead. Like earlier on, now it was super-intense again, but fortunately, my dick softened up fairly soon, and she stopped.

Probably less than a minute after it was over, I wished it wasn’t. I wanted her to do more. I know that seems crazy, but I’m just reporting the truth.

Instead, she backed away from me, and the girls, including Lori with her phone, kind of retreated back to the other side of the pool.

After I recovered, they explained a part of what was going on that really freaked me out. Evidently, Lori wasn’t recording me in a video to play back later. She was running a live feed to one of those websites where people jerk off. My sister asked me if it was OK. But, the maddening part was what if I said ‘No?’ The feed had already happened. My sister collected a whole bunch of tokens from people viewing the website which she could redeem for money. Later she told me I had earned her $80.

I was pretty upset, actually freaked out about that, especially when they told me that 1,500 people had seen naked me, with my erection, getting rubbed so crazy wild by my own sister. People all over the world. I guess just to torture myself further, I later imagined 1,500 people gathered in one room, like an audience. How embarrassing is that? But the funny thing is I didn’t really feel embarrassed like I should have. I felt something akin to pride. I know that’s weird, but again, I’m just reporting the truth as I know it.

I was also happy that my sis had made some money.

So, when they attacked me again a couple of days later, I mostly faked the struggle, and let them tie me up more easily. However, when it came to the dick rubbing, it was as excruciating as ever. I hated it. I loved it. I don’t even know what to say about that.

As I mentioned, they’ve done it two more times since then, and it’s OK. Hell, I have to admit, better than OK. I made sure to be at the pool at the right times, and hinted that I wanted the repeat performances, while they hinted that the repeat performances were going to indeed happen. I can’t wait for them to do it again. Now you may think this is kind of odd, but the girls have never removed their bikinis. I have not seen any of them naked. They are lovely, and I’d fuck any one of them, maybe even my sister, in a heartbeat, but somehow what’s been happening is just right. I can’t explain why, and I have wondered about it, but they don’t need to be naked. I’m perfectly happy with the situation just as it is.


In my lifetime so far, I have run into a few clueless, oblivious, or just plain stupid people or sexual situations.

I was dating a beautiful woman. I knew it might be pushing beyond her boundaries, but I asked her whether she’d like to go to the nude beach with me. To my delight, she accepted. However, there was one condition: She wanted her two brothers to come along. I figured a chance to see her nude would be worth it, even with those encumbrances.

The weather was perfect. We got to the beach and stripped off all our clothes. I was very happy to see her naked, and have her see me. I guess I’m a bit of both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I kind of liked the idea of being naked with the guys, too. Her older brother turned out to be a nice and interesting guy. The younger brother was a bit slow in the head. I think maybe he had something like autism, although he was fairly chatty. What was rather amazing about the kid is he sported an erection almost the whole time we were there. Everyone ignored his erection, and a good time was had by all.

For a short time, I dated a woman who turned out to be more of a nymphomaniac than I could handle. For instance, she’d knock on my door at 11pm wanting sex, even though I had told her earlier in the day I needed time to myself. We’d fuck, then she’d wake me up again at 3am wanting more. It was just too much!

One time at a restaurant with this woman, she started trying to unbutton my pants under the table. The tablecloth may have partially obscured the view, but I wasn’t so sure. I pushed her hand away, and a minute later she tried again. I scowled and said I didn’t want that. Still, she continued to try to unbutton me, ostensibly to give me a handjob, like five more times.

I was in the YMCA shower. It was the older style, open shower room. No stalls. It also didn’t have doors. Instead, there was a wall and another wall arranged in such a way that coming from the gym or the pool, you could walk right in, but no one could see inside. It was not soundproof. Just the opposite, as the quietest voices would echo off the tile walls. I was the only one there at the time except for a child about 11 or 12 years old. I could see by the look of his face that he was off in some way. Maybe Mongolism or mental retardation. He just came out and asked, “Does it feel nice when you touch your penis?” I don’t remember what I said if anything, but you can bet I grabbed my towel and got out of there right away.

I found another girlfriend who was more balanced than the nympho. I had a friend who knew my girlfriend was visiting. Her car was in the driveway, and there’s no way he didn’t notice. It was a good neighborhood so I left door unlocked. It was around 10pm. He just came right in as we were both naked on top of the bed. She was on her hands and knees, and I was fucking her from behind hard and long, but making sure not to cum too soon. He sat on the edge of the bed and started a conversation about politics just as if we were clothed and having tea. He didn’t make any move to participate in our activity or anything else. He just kept on talking.

She and I didn’t quite know how to react. My penis started to soften, but to her credit, she wanted to keep going. Soon I was fully erect again as Keith kept talking. She and I had a simultaneous orgasm. I’m sure it helped her that I had a finger in her ass. I think it also was helpful to have him watching. He was looking right at it, yet he didn’t say a thing about what had just happened. He just kept going on about Republicans and Democrats.

When I was working as a general welder, I would sometimes hire a kid to fetch and carry. It was better than arranging clamps to have him just hold things in position while they were being tacked. He was fine kid but his thinking was kind of slow.

One day after work, I invited him to the nude beach. He had not been to a nude beach before, and was excited. I explained that when people get to the end of the trail at the bottom of the cliffs, they take off their clothes and enjoy the sun. This was the more conservative kind of nude beach where nothing of a sexual nature takes place.

As we were walking down the trail, he removed his shirt then his shorts. He was nude half-way down. People just didn’t do that there. I was embarrassed, but didn’t say anything. When we hit the bottom, he spread his towel right away, and started slowly jerking off. His penis was fully erect. I explained to him that it wasn’t proper etiquette. He surely heard my words, but didn’t change what he was doing in the least. I was so embarrassed, I walked away and headed up the beach. In retrospect, that was inappropriate of me, but hey, I was young.

When I returned, he was still masturbating right there in front of everyone. The funny thing is, there were around 6 men and two women standing around him, admiring what he was doing, and holding on a conversation as he continued to wank.

In my late teens, I had a jack-off buddy. This was in a time when masturbation was pretty much never discussed, and considered bad news in much of society. One day, while standing in front of a store with a lot of people standing around, he quietly asked whether I’d like to get off with him later that day. No one could hear him, but as he said it, he made the universal sign of forming his fingers in the shape of holding his penis, and moving his hand back and forth in front of his crotch. I don’t think he was aware of his gesture.

I had a friend who loved everything anal, but he was willing to do the things I liked also, such as practicing multiple dry orgasms, post-orgasm stimulation, and glans blame (rubbing the oiled palm of a hand over the tip of the penis). The poor fellow had no limits. He wanted me to fist him, which I did reluctantly. It should have geeked me out, but actually, I found it quite intriguing to have my hand that deep inside another person. I tried to feel and identify his internal organs. I figured I might be able to feel his kidneys, his bladder, maybe even his stomach. But all I could make out was his backbone.

On another occasion he had a 36″ (92 cm) soft dildo which he had me insert all the way except the last inch. The thing must have gone most of the way to his appendix. He loved butt plugs, enemas, everything to do with his butt. Then one day, I heard he was in the hospital. It seems he had given himself such an enema that he burst his colon and needed surgery.

I had a girlfriend who I asked to tie me down and do whatever she’d like. I had assumed this might be things like testicle massage, tickling, or an edging handjob. First she crawled all over my body and kissed me extensively. I rather enjoyed that. But then, she had this notion that somehow I’d like her to open a little box of cockroaches she had collected, and set them loose all over my body.

I went to a convention. In the hotel on the first evening, I had nothing to do and was thinking about sounding, the act of inserting something in my peehole. Looking around the room, I found a ballpoint pen with a long tapered end. That would make a nice sound, but what to use for lube? The only thing there was a packet of shampoo. OK, I figured, that’ll be sufficiently slippery.

I coated the pen with the shampoo, and stuck it about 4 inches (10 cm) into my dick. It started to sting, so I removed it. It turns out shampoo and urethras don’t get along well together. The sting continued to build and build. It got so bad that the next morning, when I tried to pee, it took twenty minutes, letting out one little, but extremely painful squirt at a time. It took three days before I could walk fully upright again. The pain was just that bad. I told people at the convention I had hurt my back.

Back in the days when one could hook up with people on Craigslist, I encountered a guy who was willing to offer exactly what I wanted at the time. I was really intrigued by glans blame. For those who don’t know, when done right, it really makes a guy squirm. Then after a few minutes, the feeling changes, and a guy might feel like he’s going to pee or cum, simultaneously. In most cases, he doesn’t urinate or ejaculate, but sometimes one does let out some pee involuntarily.

So this guy started rubbing my glans, and although he was a bit too intense for my taste, it was wonderful. Then, while he was still doing that, I ejaculated. But he didn’t stop. It was terrible, excruciating, exciting, actually quite wonderful. I squirmed and tried to get away, but he just kept going. It started to sting. Finally he quit. For the next few days, there was a scab on the end of my cock, because he had worn right through the skin. It healed without a trace within a week.

When I was around 13 years old, I was into photography. This is in the days when serious photographers had a darkroom to develop their own film and make prints. I knew in my adolescent brain, that ‘real’ photographers do nudes. After all, there were always artistic nudes in Popular Photography Magazine. Not knowing any willing girls at the time, and I think not even noticing that the pictures in the magazine were all female, I asked a 13-year-old fiend to pose. He took off his clothes, and I took a bunch of pictures. When my dad came home from work that evening, he saw the negatives hanging up to dry. I got a pretty good lecture about what’s what in the sexual world, including, ‘keep my hands off boys.’ As you can tell, that lesson never completely sank in.

Those are a few of the clueless situations I’ve encountered. Leave a comment below telling us about what clueless sexual things you’ve seen, heard, or done.

Family Ball Slapping

Family Ball (Testicle) Slapping

One evening about a year ago, when I was 24, while watching TV with my mother, Gilmore Girls, to be specific, my mom playfully slapped my balls. It was a fun, and bonding experience, that I thought would happen only once.

It turns out that’s become a favorite pastime of ours.

First, you should know, we are a nudist household. Oh, we don’t think of it that way. We’re not official ‘nudists’ or anything. We just tend not to wear clothes, especially when it’s warm outside. It lowers the air conditioning cost. Or, at least that’s the excuse. Why we overheat the house in the winter, and still go without clothes, I can’t explain.

That first time, I was laying with my legs stretched across her lap. Since then, we have repeated it a whole bunch of times, but now, I usually scoot up so I’m still laying across her on the sofa, but scootched up so that my ass is on her lap. Sometimes we do it in other positions.

So here’s the drill. We’ll see something on the TV that gets us horny. It doesn’t take much. Madonna at the Academy Awards or something. I may or may not spring a boner, but I’m certainly hard within a minute or two of Mom’s ‘treatment.’

She’ll give my scrotum a little tap. We both laugh. Then she starts tapping out a drum beat, or just randomly, and she starts tapping harder. It’s not enough to hurt. It is enough to make us laugh our heads off, as my unattended boner waves in the air. This works best when my scrotum is drawn up tight, but I’m not opposed to whatever the situation is.

Usually she does it until I cum, making sure to get it all on my stomach, not on the sofa. One time, a day after I had accidentally gotten a drop of cum on the sofa, as I was ejaculating, she squeezed the end of my penis with her thumb and first finger. Now that was interesting! I spasmed and spasmed. My dick was pulsing for quite a long time, but of course she wouldn’t let anything out. It scared me, but delighted me at the same time. It turns out that it didn’t hurt a bit. When she finally let go, a whole two or three minutes later, by which time my dick had become soft, only a little spurt of cum flowed out on my stomach. Where did the rest go? I don’t know.

Mom explained that she does that to Dad all the time.

As I mentioned, we have done ball slapping several times. It has also permeated the family. Now, my dad gets the same treatment, sometimes right in front of us kids, my mom and sister get their own version, which is of course pussy slapping, and sometimes my father and my sister will do it to me also.

We do other things too, but this ball slapping thing takes center court. Yesterday, my crazy sister took it one step further. I had been slapping her tits, right on her nipples, which she loves, and was fingering her pussy at the same time. She had a few orgasms, then settled down.

It was then that she instructed me to slouch forward on a chair so she had full access to me. She kneeled down in front, and then to one side so she could get good access to my nutsack. She started slapping. Then she licked her finger and jammed it into my butt. And, I do mean jam. In my opinion, one should put a finger in the anus slowly. Not my sister. She just stuck it right in, causing my eyes to open wide. I yelled laughingly, but at the same time, I started ejaculating. That was fun.

Tomorrow, or maybe later today, she’s going to get a finger in her butt. Another thing I haven’t done yet, to Mom, Dad or my sister is to try anus slapping. I think that would be interesting.

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