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by Spurtz

When I was in my early 50’s I moved to an area that had a Hooters restaurant almost within walking distance of my house. I had been to a Hooters before but because it’s a sports bar, it was a bit too loud and noisy for my taste. Sure, the girls were nice to look at but since it’s “look but don’t touch” I lost interest very quickly. And because the majority of the girls are in their 20’s, they probably weren’t interested in some guy 30 years their senior hitting on them.

But I started going to the place near my house mainly because it was very convenient with no other casual restaurants that close. I don’t know if this is typical, but this particular Hooters had a very high percentage of really attractive girls. I quickly zeroed in on one specific girl who not only had the great body one would expect, but was almost too beautiful to be working as a waitress. She was 24 and a full time student at a local college so she only worked evenings and not too many of those. Usually just two or three nights a weeks.

We struck up very nice relationship. Even to the extent that Marisa would text me her weekly schedule so I knew when she was working. I always asked for one of her booths. I usually went early and if the place wasn’t too busy she would sit in the booth and talk to me while my order was being prepared. She was not only beautiful but very intelligent with a great personality. I started working on ideas of how I could get in her pants despite the age difference. One thing that helped was I look ten years younger than I am. So that kind of got me into the age range where somebody her age might possibly consider me as more than a buddy.

I learned that she was quite interested in modern art. I happen to have a fairly large collection of contemporary art. To the extent that my house has no more open wall space for anything new. We talked about it and I showed her some photos and she expressed an interest in seeing my art. The fact that she brought up the idea of coming to my house seemed to be a very positive move. We arranged for her to come by my place about an hour before she was due at work. Not enough time for what I had in mind but it was still a promising start. Getting her on my home ground was a necessary first step

She was very impressed with my art collection and said that the majority of the pieces were the exact type of art that she enjoyed. By the time she came to my place, I had known her for a couple of months and we had developed a very easy and open relationship. I had kidded around with her with some light sexual innuendo and she had kidded back so I felt the door was open.

I asked her if she was open to making a couple of hundred bucks for about 30 minutes of her time. She replied, jokingly, “Who do I have to kill?”

“Nothing that serious,” I replied. “I just want you to watch me jack off.” I had come up with that idea thinking that a sex act that didn’t actively involve her would be the least threatening thing I could do that would hopefully lead to further involvement. As I had hoped, she really didn’t react negatively. She actually laughed a bit and made a joke about it. Then she really surprised the hell out of me. She said, “You don’t have to pay me. I would love to watch you jack off.”

We didn’t have time to do it right then but she said she was working again in two nights and she could come to my place a couple of hours early for the big show. I wasn’t really sure if she was serious or just leading me on. Frankly, it seemed way too good to be true. But I told her ok.

So on the designated evening I took a Viagra an hour before she was supposed to show. I really did not have any problem getting hard but the little blue pill insured super hardness and also staying power in case I needed to do more than just jack off. I really had no real hopes of anything more but you never know. I was also dressed only in a T-shirt and socks so I didn’t need to waste time getting undressed. Plus I thought opening the door with my dick sticking out of the bottom of my T-shirt might get a laugh out of her. She usually found just about everything funny so I thought a half hard naked cock might be amusing.

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Despite my fears of a no show, she did show up right on time. When I opened the door she looked down at my half-hard cock and as I expected, she broke into laughter and said, “Looks like somebody is ready for action.” At that I felt my cock start to grow. I led her into the bedroom and the thought of what was about to happen brought my cock to full hardness. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The jeans told me access to her pussy probably wasn’t part of the plan. We got onto the bed and I sat up with my back to the headboard and started jacking my cock. She sat down next to me but out of the line of fire. I kept the T-shirt on so I would have a place to shoot my cum onto.

As I pumped my dick, she gave me a bit of running commentary. Stuff like “Jack that big dick. Let me see the cum fly” and so forth. I am quite well-endowed and I know that most women I’ve been with like looking at my dick. And also playing with it. So I asked her if she would like to jack me and she said “Definitely.” So I let her take over. She grabbed my nuts with one hand and gripped my steel hard prick with the other and pumped away.

It didn’t last nearly as long as I wanted but she was doing such a great job that I couldn’t hold off any longer. I told her I was cumming and to just point my cock at my T-shirt covered tummy and chest. She gripped me tighter and sped up the action and I unloaded a huge amount of jism all over myself. Some women drop a cock like a hot potato when the cum starts shooting but Marisa never missed a beat. She just kept jacking me as spurt after spurt streamed out of my dick. Even when it seemed I was done, she kept milking me and drop after drop of semen continued to seep out. Finally I had to ask her to stop because the sensation was way too intense.

“Nice orgasm,” she said. “With lots of cum. But now what are you going to do for me?”

“Get those jeans off and find out,” I replied as I peeled off my cum soaked T-shirt. Which she did very quickly. And I immediately got down between her legs and started lapping, licking and sucking her pussy lips and clit. She was already super wet so I guess watching me cum had really turned her on. On top of everything else she had going for her, her pussy smelled fantastic. I got totally lost in the aroma and really went to town, both finger fucking her and sucking on her clit. I felt her body tense up and she started writhing around as her orgasm hit home. I kept at it and I think she continued to orgasm until finally she went totally limp and was breathing hard. We lay together for several minutes and then she asked if I was ready to go again. I had never lost my hardon. She pulled off her T-shirt and let her bra go as well. Now were both totally naked and I climbed on top of her and slid my stiff dick into a sopping wet pussy and started fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started fucking me back.

I ended up fucking her in every different position I could think of. Both me on top and then her on top and every variation from there. Because I had already cum once, it took a lot longer for the second one which was just wonderful because fucking her was so damn good, I never wanted it to stop. I asked her if it was ok to cum in her and she said it was and when my orgasm hit, I literally screamed out with the thrill of cumming while looking into her beautiful face.

After it was over we shared the shower where some more after-play took place. She had a really beautiful pair of natural firm tits that I sucked on while she stroked my dick. Then we traded kisses back and forth. She was a great kisser. Sadly we were running out of time because she had to get to work.

This was the beginning of a fabulous fuck buddy relationship. We got together at least twice a week just for marathons of sex. This lasted for a few months until she tied up with a true boyfriend. I was sorry to see her go but knew that our relationship had no real future.

Author’s note: While this story is a fantasy, it’s based on a real Hooter’s waitress who I would give just about anything to have sex with. I’ve jacked off to this fantasy many times. I have several photos of her and get hard just looking at them. She does sit with me when I go there but there is no chance anything sexual will ever take place between us. She’s already in a relationship. With her looks and personality I can’t imagine she wouldn’t be.

Right After Geometry

This short story assumes we’re not quite done with Covid yet, and that society is going to have to make some important changes. Enjoy!

For me, Masturbation Session is right after Geometry. Just like in high schools everywhere, the room is always warm, so its fine taking off everything but our masks. When it first started, I was a little concerned about the boys, and the other girls, seeing my floppy breasts, but I eventually got over it. Especially since Georgette’s breasts are floppier than mine.

I’m as horny a kid as the others, most of the time. But like everyone, I have my days when I really don’t want to rub my vagina. I just do some homework on my Chromebook or something.

On this particular day, I was especially horny. I had an orgasm as I watched Jerome, the tall boy next to me squirt cum on his belly. He knew I was watching, so he made a real show of grunting and arching his back.

Still horny, I turned my attention to Kyle, on my left. He’s a real dreamboat! He was wanking away, and something naughty just came over me. I scooted my mat over, reached out, and replaced his hand with mine. I just wrapped my fingers around his penis. His expression was pure joy. The teacher, not so much! Of course she saw me. I was in so much trouble!

In the principal’s office, she told me that the whole reason for Masturbation Class was to keep our horniness under control. By masturbating, we relieve some pressure so we don’t act in incorrect ways out of horniness. Mostly, it works quite well. There has been less teen pregnancy. Fewer cases of STDs. Even less drinking and drugs. And, most important, fewer violations of social distancing.

Like everyone, I knew all that. It’s been drilled into us for five years, since this Covid-19 thing started. And what had I done? It wasn’t that I touched Kyle’s penis. It was that I got right next to him.

Well, I got detention for a week. I guess I won’t do that again!

Post-Pandemic History Class

By 2040, the world was much different than it had been only twenty years before. As you may have read, the great pandemics starting in 2020 eventually took ten percent of the world’s population. True decimation. It wasn’t until about 2032 that scientists discovered how to permanently prevent any more pandemics. What I’m discussing today is the major changes in social norms that took place post-pandemics. This whole business of public masturbation in particular.

No doubt you know about the huge shift in economy. Personally, I think the biggest single factor was the finding by scientists at the University of Rochester Medical School that clothing was one of the biggest carriers of the virus. Sure, it was airborne, and could live on surfaces. At first, science thought it was hard surfaces like tabletops and coins. But no, cloth was actually the worst offender.

Science started advocating nudity. Well, not at first. At first, they let us know that washing machines and clothes dryers were not adequate for killing viruses. They then suggested that people turn up the heat and wear less clothing in homes and offices, and while shopping.

The brother and sister team Jenelle and Jeremy Watson of, who had long been outspoken advocates of masturbation, started suggesting people wear absolutely nothing, as often as possible. They also suggested masturbating in public. Their suggestion for nudity caught on. It took a few more years before public masturbation became commonplace.

At first, in the major cities, especially Los Angeles, New York and San Francisco, you’d see the occasional individual with nothing but a face mask, and some even without that.

Within a year, by 2028, you’d seldom see anyone with clothing on a warm day. That became the new norm. And of course, within homes, families pretty much never wore clothing any more. That too, was a huge hit on the economy, since clothing sales fell off to nothing. Of course we all know how the financial system recovered. The governments just kept printing more money. They called the monthly payments, “stimulus checks.” At first there were just occasional stimulus checks. Eventually they became scheduled. Everyone said that putting more cash into circulation like that would cause massive inflation. It happened, but never to the degree everyone expected. The economists forgot to take into account how symbolic money actually is. It’s not anchored in anything real, so why not make as much as needed?

Then, around 2033, just about the time the pandemics were finally over, when you’d think people would start putting clothing back on, it didn’t happen. They stayed naked. Furthermore, they were partying in the streets. Literally. Sections of major downtown avenues were blocked off and made into naked pedestrian promenades. Restaurants dragged tables into the streets, and every evening, the streets filled with happy, naked people.

How happy, you may ask? It started with erections. Men were no longer afraid to allow their penises to harden in public. At first, just like typical nude beaches not many years before the pandemics, having a hardon in public was generally a no-no. Oh, people said it was ‘natural,’ it was ‘OK’ but guys were still very reluctant to be seen with erections. Now, it was totally normal. Then they, and the women, too, started wanking. It became absolutely ordinary to see people sitting in chairs or lounging on the lawn in public parks, having conversations with each other while jerking off.

And that takes us to today. Looking around the classroom, I see three of you are wearing little decorative bits. The rest are as naked as the day you were born, just as I am. I see Cindy and Jason are fondling themselves, lightly wanking, during the lecture. I used to worry about that. I was almost offended, thinking my students weren’t paying attention, but as I’m sure you’ve heard many times, research has shown that when people do that while learning, it actually helps them retain the information.

Oh, time’s up for today class. We’ll pick this up where we left off tomorrow. Meantime, read section seventeen on the history site so you’ll be prepared for tomorrow’s little quiz on the Post-Pandemic Period.

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Showing Everyone

demonstrating XMO, Extended Male Orgasm

This story is not quite true, but based on real events.

Stephen Millbrae wrote a book called “XMO – eXtended Male Orgasm.” How that figures into this story I’ll tell you shortly.

My parents ran a ramshackle little movie theater specializing in obscure documentaries. It didn’t make a fortune, but it was enough to pay for my sister’s college and mine.

I’ve always enjoyed being seen. Since my early teens, from time to time, I’d get up on the little stage in front of the screen to introduce the documentaries. So, I went into drama. I was planning to be an actor.

It was in college that I met my wife. I used to joke that I saw her anus before I ever saw her face. It’s not quite true. The first time I saw her, she was fully clothed, and it was her face I saw.

You see, the filmmaking department often had little movie projects, and needed drama students to be the actors. Being college students, it was important that the film be risque, of course. So, I auditioned and got the supporting actor role. My wife-to-be, Anne, got the lead role.

There was one scene in which we were to be having intercourse doggie style. On film, we would be shown only from the shoulders up, or at a distance, or partially obscured by furniture, but we did have to be fully naked to film the scene.

For some reason, probably because everyone involved was so excited, it was decided to shoot that sex scene first. There were way more people than necessary on the set. The other actors, grips, camera crew, and a whole bunch of people I didn’t recognize. That was OK by me. I was terribly thrilled to be seen by so many people. Maybe it would have been better filming an ordinary scene, not naked, but whatever, right?

We didn’t actually fuck. Instead, I fucked the air below Anne’s pussy with my erect penis. Thinking back on it, I think it would have been OK to do the real thing, but we didn’t really know how far we could go with such a thing.

After college, Anne and I moved to Los Angeles, and tried to get into the movie business. We also talked of New York, possibly getting into Broadway. As you can guess, neither happened. Just about the time we were becoming depressed with my Uber driving and her waitressing, the phone rang.

My parents had been in a car accident. My dad died right away, my mom hung on three days, then succumbed to her injuries.

My sister, who had become a veterinarian in Oregon said she didn’t want any part of the theater, and suggested that Anne and I run it. We talked about it, and under the circumstances, it seemed just right. I already knew the business, like how to find the documentaries, how to do the books, how to replace the projector bulb, and so on. So we packed our few belongings and moved up to Santa Rosa. My sister inherited the house, and charged us a reasonable amount of rent. I inherited the theater. It was a 1,000 square-foot building with 110 assorted sofas, recliners and chairs, three projectors, and not much else. Two of the projectors were monstrous antique things that were too big to remove and junk. The modern one hooked up to a laptop to display the videos.

Anne and I figured we might turn it into dinner theater, and we’d be the principal actors. It never happened. In order to remain profitable, we kept showing the goofy documentaries.

Ten years later, Anne and I and our twin nine-year-old daughters woke to a tremendous fright. We quickly threw our valuables into the car, and had to leave town. The whole place was burning up. In the end, like thousands of other people, our home had burned to the ground. So did the theater.

A month later found the four of us along with our cat, living in a borrowed run-down motorhome in a remote northern California town called Dunsmuir. The little bit of money we had was just about gone. I got on the laptop every day, the one that we used to hook to the projector, looking for jobs for Anne and I. At this point, any job would do. We decided that whoever got a job first would take it, and the other one would stay home, in the motorhome, to take care of the kids. It turns out that a master’s in theater arts isn’t much good in the job market. Anne and I were getting desperate.

I came across a gig that required someone to demonstrate a health technique. I wrote saying that both my wife and I were theater graduates. I included pictures of myself and Anne. Stephen Millbrae wrote back saying my wife wouldn’t do at all, but he might be interested in speaking with me on the phone. Would I send a photo?

That was curious. I figured if anyone, it would be my wife he was interested in. I’m not bad looking, but she’s a super hot chick.

He called, explaining the position. It was absolutely shocking, even to me, a closeted exhibitionist, who was once in a college production involving nudity. I understood why he wasn’t interested in Anne.

His book XMO, was all about a technique that lets a man have very long orgasms. He was almost a zealot about all the reasons masturbation is good for people and for society. You know, it prevents STDs, reduces unwanted pregnancies, requires less money, driving and time than dating, allows people to live calmer, less-horny lives, and even lowers blood pressure. His technique ‘kept men happy and out of trouble,’ as he called it.

I’m no rocket scientist, but I figured out right away that whatever this job was, it had something to do with XMO. He explained that he was planning a book tour, or more of a traveling show really, and needed someone to model the technique. He was actually willing to pay quite well.

There were downsides, however. Three or four days of every week, I’d be away from the girls. I’d make the long drive to the airport. He and I would fly into a town, do our demonstration, then return home. Was this simply too crazy? It would involve more than nudity. I’d actually he orgasming in front of crowds of people. Oh, it would all be very clinical, but still! On the other hand, the thought of it was also absolutely exciting.

I talked it over with Anne. She’s always been a bit of a rebel. She sees things differently than the typical American, and I love her for it. She was all gung-ho. This would give her what she wanted most – to stay home and take care of our daughters. She thought that I’d really enjoy this business with Stephen, however it turned out. Explaining to me that it was entirely legal, she eased my fears, and very much encouraged me to audition for Stephen.

He paid for the round trip to Chicago. I showed up all nervous and jerky. He put me at ease right away. He was a short, gray-haired, rotund man, with a disarming personality and smile. We chatted a bit, then he said, “Dress in this,” handing me an opulent purple bathrobe. Right in front of him, I stripped naked and put on the robe.

Almost immediately, he had me take off the robe and get on a massage table, laying face up. My penis was soft as a noodle. He asked whether I had read his book. I sheepishly admitted I hadn’t. I had been afraid to spend the $10 to buy the Kindle edition. I briefly explained about our money problems since the fire that burned down Santa Rosa.

I thought he’d be upset. Instead he said, “Well, then, you’re in for a treat!”

He approached the massage table, and started ever so lightly touching my scrotum the underside of my limp penis. I wasn’t particularly freaked out. I had touched a dick or two and had been touched in high school. It felt more like a doctor’s examination. However, his super-light touching of my frenulum made my penis jump a little bit, and in no time, I was fully erect. I believe the exhibitionist in me was loving showing my hard cock to this old man. Strange, I know, but true.

Then he started in on his technique, letting me know that it doesn’t work for everyone every time, but he was hoping for the best. Soon I was having that ‘gonna cum’ feeling.

Just as I was about to squirt, he pinched my peehole firmly closed with his other hand while continuing the technique. It didn’t hurt as my orgasm started. He continued his motions. I was in full blown orgasm, but nothing was coming out of my penis. He was holding it inside. The orgasmic contractions continued and continued. I had never, ever, felt anything like it. There was a wonderful internal pressure as my urethra tried to compress the trapped fluid inside. This was beyond amazing! He continued holding my peehole closed with one hand, while continuing his work with the other hand, and the orgasm just kept going and going. I was in heaven.

Finally he slowed down, and let go of my penis. A pretty good amount of cum spurted out. It had never hurt a bit, and felt amazing all the way through. Even the afterglow was fantastic. Yes, ‘afterglow’ is what I call it. When I finally stood up, my legs were all wobbly, and I was still in some kind of shocked bliss. The effect lasted to a small degree all afternoon.

He smiled and asked whether I had any questions. I had a million but somehow couldn’t voice a single one. He then said as long as I was willing to remove my crotch hair, I had the job.

I was fine with that. It seems without the hair, I’d be more seen than ever. I was elated to have the job. Not only for the money, but to be actually doing something. And not just anything, but something truly meaningful.

He explained the details of the job, then probably due to my story about being burned out of home and business, he wrote me a $3,000 advance check right on the spot.

Our first show was in New York City. Only twelve people showed up. Stephen explained his technique, answered questions, signed a few books, then introduced me ‘an illustrious documentarian from Santa Rosa, California,’ which made me smile. I opened the purple robe I had been wearing, climbed on the table, and went to work. I was already half-erect, just due to the dozen people watching me so intently. Stephen worked his magic, and sure enough, I was in continuous orgasm for several minutes. He asked me to spread my legs so my feet were dangling off the table, then pointed out to the small crowd that they could see the area just under my balls in continuous spasm. He invited people to reach in and touch my perennial area to feel for themselves. It was all so clinical, and yet that excited me even more, and the orgasm continued.

I went home, and told the whole thing, blow by blow, to my wife. Her eyes glowed with enthusiasm for me. She was so happy about the whole arrangement. She, in turn told me about the girls and how they were doing.

The shows continued and soon were huge sold out crowds in large theaters. Some of the venues were so large that cameras were focused on my crotch and projected onto large screens so everyone could see the details.

Sometimes, I wasn’t in the mood or whatever, and so we’d switch roles. I’d do the technique to Stephen. The shows continued until the coronavirus epidemic. I don’t know what we’re going to do next, but I think we’ll continue when we can. Meanwhile, Anne, the kids, and I are living off the royalties of my own book, a memoir, “Demonstrating XMO.”

Advanced Exam

Advanced masturbation educator exam handjob

“Welcome Mr. Washington.”

“You can call me Jamal.”

“OK, Jamal. I’ll be your examiner. My name is George. George Lewis.”

“And this is your assistant examiner, Amy, who also happens to be my sister.”

“Hi Jamal.”

“You will be scored not only on technique and skill, but also on affability. So, smile and have a good time.”

“How could I not?” [He laughs.]

“Are you nervous?”

“Only a little.”

“Go ahead and disrobe.”

Jamal takes off his clothes, folding them neatly on a nearby chair. He then climbs onto the massage table.

“You’ve already passed the first part of the test. The speed and ease of which you achieve an erection. We’ve had several men in here who actually have trouble getting hard at first.”

“The next test is of your erection itself. Amy will feel your penis for stiffness.”

Amy puts her hands on Jamal’s penis, squeezing and bending slightly, and reports that it is fully firm and erect.

“Now we get on to one of the more difficult parts. We want you to demonstrate several dry orgasms. Amy will put her fingertips between your anus and scrotum, so she can feel your contractions. Go ahead and begin.”

Jamal starts stroking his penis. It takes two or three minutes, as expected, but soon his prostate and urethra are spasming as he is in orgasm. He is quite skilled at the technique, and remains in orgasm for quite a while without ejaculating.

“Excellent,” Amy reports.

“Here comes the most difficult part of the test. This is where most men fail, Jamal. Are you ready?”

“You mean the drip test?”

“Precisely, Jamal. We want you to release a single drop of semen.”

Jamal returns to stroking his penis. The process takes several minutes. George and Amy can see his face contorting, his body tensing and his labored breathing. He is obviously in and out of high orgasm. Finally, a small amount of semen appears at the tip of his penis, amounting to two or three drips, but no more.

“Wonderful!” George exclaims.

“Now, we’ll wait awhile until your penis starts to soften, then you can bring it back up, and take yourself to full ejaculation.”

George, Amy, and Jamal engage in small talk for a while.

“Ok, go ahead and jerk off.”

Once again Jamal starts stroking, and his penis gets fully erect in short order. He continues and finally has a full ejaculation.

Amy wipes the semen off his belly, then grabs his penis with one hand, and starts rubbing the palm of her hand over the tip of his penis with the other.

Jamal is in intense tickle. Not pain, but a very difficult feeling to accommodate, especially after having just ejaculated. He squirms, he moans, his face is all contorted, but he does not try to get away.

As this treatment continues, George explains that this final test is crucial. Occasionally, Jamal may be in a situation where he ejaculates too soon, but will have to continue working after ejaculation. If he can withstand Amy’s glans rubbing, he will have passed the final test.

Amy continues, seemingly forever. In fact, it is about five minutes during which Jamal’s penis stays hard. Jamal has been feeling intensity beyond belief, but the wildness starts to settle down, and now becomes more like a feeling that he needs to urinate. Amy continues, and Jamal does indeed start leaking out spurts of urine. This is expected, and has no bearing on the outcome of the examination.

Finally, Jamal’s penis softens, and Amy steps away from the table.

George makes a final note on the clipboard and with a big smile announces that Jamal has passed the test with flying colors. Jamal is now a certified advanced masturbation instructor.


About 40 years ago, someone in my church got up in front of everyone and complained that Sundays had become more about showing off clothing than being good Christians. She said everyone in the congregation was trying to out-dress everyone else. Evidently this woman was a respected elder, because people took her seriously.

One thing led to another, and in time, it became the practice for everyone to strip off all their clothing, and place it on the pews next to themselves as soon as they arrived. It is said that we are presenting ourselves as God made us.

For the longest time, I thought this was normal. Didn’t people everywhere strip in church?

I really like Sunday worship. I’m even in the choir. So is Willie. Wilhelmena is her real name, but we call her Willie. I really like her. I have even imagined marrying her. Oh, there are plenty of skinny, tall, blond girls, but I like Willie. who is not skinny, tall or blond. We always smile at each other, and we’ve had some long conversations at school when we could.

Sometimes at home, I imagine doing things with Willie with her big floppy tits, and pretty big ass, and I jerk off like crazy.

So, last week, I was there, in the choir, facing the whole congregation as always. I looked over at Willie, and noticed she had shaved her crotch hair. That little black patch was gone, revealing a little slit, with just the hint of her inner labia sticking out. Many in the congregation, men and women, remove the hair from their genital areas, but this was the first time I had seen Willie that way since we were little kids.

My mind immediately went to immoral places, and the next thing you know, I felt an erection coming on. This was terrible! One does not get erections in church! I willed it to go down with all my might, but it wasn’t obeying. Within a minute, I was fully erect, right there in front of everyone. I wished I was taller so I could have been in the back row. I wished I had a big patch of crotch hair to hide behind, but no, there was no escaping my condition.

I imagined the whole congregation shaming me. Maybe even laughing at me. I was mortified. It was that mortification that my erection go down a couple of minutes later.

On the drive home, I was expecting to catch heck from my parents. There’s no way they didn’t see it. I’d probably get teased by George, my little brother. But, not a word from anyone.

It’s been a week now, and no one has said anything, not even Willie. It’s kind of spooky. Tomorrow, I’ve got to sing in the choir again. I’m so afraid…

Beach Town

I love this California coastal community. I chose it not only for the weather and the beach, but because of the laws regarding nudity. Actually, there are no laws about nudity. That’s the point.

Perhaps because I was brought up by very conservative Christian parents, I’m a bit of a rebel. But not without a cause. I’ve noticed how screwed up modern society is about nudity and sexuality, especially in America, I’ve decided to do a little something about it. I mean, if people could be more balanced, there’d be less sexual frustration, fewer unwanted pregnancies, and less STDs. Our psychology would be better overall. Maybe I could help in a small way by being an example of balanced nudity and sexuality.

Now, there are some who are ‘pure’ nudists. They wouldn’t even dare mention ‘nudity’ and ‘sexuality’ in the same sentence. They claim they’re just in it for sun-worshipping, or skinny dipping, or volleyball. They’re lying. Or, they’re struggling against their own nature. There’s no way to totally separate nudity and sexuality, and there’s no reason.

So, it’s Saturday morning a little before 8am. It’s warm. I go out to the garage and make sure my bike’s tires are full and the brakes work. I turn on the blinking safety lights. I’ve got my shoes on, and I put on my helmet. Did I mention that I’m otherwise naked? And, a bit erect, too. This business of riding my bike nude in public excites me. Even scares me a bit. But, I’ve got to do it, right?

So I start off. Two blocks to the bike path that runs parallel to the beach and about a quarter-mile inland. During the two blocks, most motorists I encounter don’t even register that I’m nude. However, I do get a couple of double-takes. On the bike path, I pass about six people on bikes going the other way. By now, my penis is fully erect, sticking straight up and out from the bike seat. It’s not a big dick, but I’m rather proud of it, especially that it’s so erect.

As I pass the various bicyclists, some are shocked, some are ambivalent, a couple say “Hi.” At least two of them know me, and call out my name. They are very good at acting cool.

I arrive at the pickleball park where we have six courts. I’m the first player there. Figuring I’ll put my shorts on in a while, I start hitting some balls, practicing my dropshots and serves. Carol shows up. I’m a bit embarrassed. I probably should have put my shorts and T-shirt on already. She’s quite conservative, so there’s no telling what she’s going to do. She glances downward right at my junk for a second, laughs, and says, “Way to go Jake.”

I muttered something about not thinking anyone was going to be here this early, and hastily went over to my bike, grabbed my clothes, and put them on. I had visions of playing pickleball with the others naked all day, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. Oh well.

Bryan arrives, and so the three of us start hitting the pickleballs around. Then Catherine arrives. Another conservative lady. Good thing I had dressed, I figured. The four of us are talking, and to my embarrassment, Carol tells the others that I was naked when they got there. Now, why did she have to go and do that?

Bryan says, “Wow Jake, I wish I could be that bold.”

Cool. He was good with it. Then conservative old Catherine pipes in, “Bryan, you could be so bold,” receiving quizzical looks from us. “I mean, it’s going to be a hot day. If you want to be clothes-free, it’s alright by me.”

Quitely, in almost a mutter, Carol adds, “Me too.”

Brian is totally red-faced. He’s embarrassed. Why? It isn’t anything anyone said. He must be thinking something that’s doing that to him. After a long pause, he simply says, “Really?”

Three of us, almost in unison, say “Really.”

Brian turns to me, “I will if you will.”

“I will!” I practically shout.

Looking intently at each other, Brian and I start taking our clothes off. I was very concerned that he’d back out at any moment. He was probably thinking the same thing about me. It didn’t happen. Neither of us backed out, and in a minute, we were both as naked as the day we were born. Well, not quite, We both had our shoes and socks on. His penis was a bit puffy, but not erect. I was soft.

Unexpectedly, Carol turned to Catherine, and asked, “Well?” No words were needed. Soon, the two women were out of their clothes too. I was rather surprised to see Carol naked. She’s not exactly in great physical shape. You’d think she may have been ashamed or something. I was proud of her, seeing her flabby self all naked like that. I noticed that she shaved her vagina. ‘So, she’s got a sex life after all,’ I was thinking.

As we started playing naked pickleball, more people showed up at the park. A half-hour later, about half of the players were starkers (other than their shoes, of course), and the other half were clothed. I noticed with humor that the clothed people stuck to themselves, and were on the far three courts. I was so proud of what I had set off, even though it started out so clunky.

Nudity to me is not only about being seen, it’s about seeing. Oh, the things the pure nudists enjoy are good too, like getting an overall tan and so on, but for me, there’s no distinct line between nudity and sexuality.

One of the things I enjoy seeing most is a female anus, especially when I’m not supposed to see it. If a woman makes a point of spreading her ass cheeks and showing me her anus, I’m pleased. But if I come across a woman on a beach or somewhere who is bending over, or somehow her asshole is exposed, I’m instantly horny. With guys, not so much. I know theroretically, they’re the same thing, but I female asshole really sends me, and a guy’s doesn’t generally do much.

Oh, I’m not a homophobic prude. I’ve wanked with guys and all that. Even played with blowjobs a bit. But that’s just the way it is. Show me an unexpected female anus, and I’m zonked! And that’s just what happened. Catherine leaned over to pick up a ball, and I got a clear and open shot of her pretty, pink anus surrounded by a darker circle about two inches in diameter, with its slight radial wrinkles leading to the center.

An erection started to occur in front of me, and there was nothing I could do about it. What could I do? I just kept playing pickleball.

Catherine joked, “You’re happy to see me.”

I quickly shot back, not particularly intelligently, “I guess I am.”

To my surprise, Carol pointed out that she was ‘aroused’ also, by pinching one of her own nipples, and saying, “Look, me too.”

At the end of the game, as the four of us met at the net, then walked around the net poles to switch sides, Carol briefly wrapped her fingers around my still hard cock, and whispered. “More later, if you wish.”

I immediately answered, “I wish.” She may have been heavyset and ten years older than me, but I wasn’t complaining.

Meanwhile, Brian was alternately sporting wood or softening back up every few minutes, and I noticed that he and Catherine were talking to each other too quitely for Carol and I to hear on our side of the net.

After we were done playing, Brian came over and said that all four of us were invited to his house later today for ‘tea.’ We all instantly accepted.

The tide was low, so I rode back home along the beach. It’s a straight two miles, an easy ride. Being a seaglass collector, I took my time picking up the odd piece or two. There were at least a hundred people along the beach, but most took no notice of a naked guy on the bike. While not technically a nude beach, nudity is not unheard of there. About three-quarters of the way home, I stopped, walked my bike over to the dunes just east of the beach itself, found a secluded spot, laid down in the sand, and edged very nicely for a while, while looking forward to and thinking about the four of us getting together that afternoon for ‘tea.’ I’m proud to say I didn’t let myself ejaculate, wanting to maintain a good mood for our get-together, but I did let myself have several dry orgasms.

[Note from Jeremy: That business about dry orgasms is something I’ve been teaching for a while. I believe all men can learn to do it, but it’s not easy. Takes lots of practice. The idea is your bring yourself close to the edge, then back off or stop for a moment, before continuing. That’s called ‘edging,’ and with that, you can delay an orgasm for a long time. However, if you bring yourself right to the edge, then stop or reduce, but only for a second or two, and then resume, you can eventually teach yourself to be in an actual orgasmic state, contractions and all, without ejaculating, or with mini-ejaculations, typically consisting of only one drop of jizz. That’s the trick: It’s just like edging, but you don’t stop but for the briefest when you get close, so you don’t lose what you have built up. You can do it endlessly, although most guys usually fall over the edge after a couple of orgasms and end up fully ejaculating. More about dry orgasms]

Aunt Jean and Uncle Larry

My mother’s brother Larry and his wife Jean are seldom talked about it our family, even though they live only a mile away. We see them at family gatherings from time to time, and they seem like nice people. But everytime my brother, sister or I bring them up with my parents, it’s all hush-hush. I never understood that until recently. I though it was because they didn’t go to church, but no, it was much stranger than that.

My mom, an avid tennis player, had a really sore shoulder recently. Fortunately, it turned out to be nothing, but after an exam by the family doctor, my father was advised to take her to Chicago to see a specialist. They were to be away for five days. My sister Katie, who is two years older than me still wasn’t old enough to run the house by herself. I think my parents would have dumped us kids anywhere else if they could, but the only place we could stay was Uncle Larry and Aunt Jean’s.

We arrived to a spectacular welcome. Our aunt and uncle welcomed us in the driveway and were all smiles. We went inside to a nice lunch. I thought it was sort of weird that Uncle Larry wore nothing but shorts, his hairy chest very prominent at the dinner table.

Aunt Jean took us shopping. Sammy, a year younger than me, didn’t especially enjoy the clothes shopping, so Aunt Jean also took us to a sporting goods store. During a quiet time, she took Sammy, Katie and I aside, and in a hoarse, seemingly conspiratorial whisper said, “Whatever you see in our house for the next few days, please don’t be alarmed or upset. You’ll be perfectly safe with us.”

Of course we became immediately alarmed and upset. We tried to get more out of her, but there were too many shoppers around, so she really couldn’t say much. The only thing we got is, “Your uncle is rather eccentric in some ways, and come to think of it, so am I.”

We returned from the mall. Uncle Larry was not around. I asked where he was. Aunt Jean said he was in the back yard by the pool, but maybe we shouldn’t go back there. Then, she changed her mind, saying, “Well, you’ll find out sooner or later.”

We were excited to jump in the pool. We didn’t have one at home, and it was a hot summer day. Sammy disappeared and came back in swim trunks. Katie and I changed into to our bikinis, hoping that being that ‘naked’ wouldn’t bother Uncle Larry, and went out the back door.

We needn’t have worried about the bikinis. He was sitting in a lounger at the side of the pool and waved to us with a big smile. The smile was all he was wearing. He was as naked as the day God made him. We stopped in our tracks, not having any idea what to do. Turn around and go back in the house? Stay there? Uncle Larry said, “Oh, come on over, I’m not going to bite.”

We hesitantly walked over to him. I saw his slightly large belly, and couldn’t avoid noticing his wrinkly old penis and scrotum. I though men had hair down there, but he didn’t. He didn’t have any hair on his chest either. We started talking. At first it was awkward, but soon he had Sammy, Katie and I going on about school, asking whether we had figured out career paths, yet, and so on. Katie especially warmed up, telling him all about how she had decided to become a water colorist, and the contests her paintings had already won. Meanwhile, he was as naked as ever.

Eventually, Katie and I did get into the pool. Uncle Larry joined us. We all swam, we laughed, it was an ordinary good time, other than Uncle Larry being stark naked.

Aunt Jean called from the kitchen. She had snacks. We climbed out of the pool, sitting around to dry off with our towels. To my second major shock of the day, Uncle Larry’s penis wasn’t so small now. It was erect, and sticking straight out. No one acknowledged that. Nothing was said, but I’m sure Sammy and Katie noticed also.

When we got back into the kitchen, it was time for my third shock of the day. Aunt Jean was now as naked as her husband. I had never seen breasts so big, and hanging so low. But come to think of it, I hadn’t really seen that many breasts in my life so far at all. A couple times, I bumped into naked women on the Internet. Sometimes at the church gym, in the shower room, I’d see my mom or someone for a second. Like Uncle Larry, Aunt Jean had no hair ‘down there’ either.

It took my brother, sister and I a while to get used to the two of them all starkers like that. But in time it normalized. They continued to run around the house naked, while the three of us had dressed again after the snacks.

That evening, we watched a movie on their big screen in the living room. It was Princess Diaries. I’ve seen it before but I love that movie. I could see it a hundred times. Sammy says it’s his favorite movie of all times.

Katie, Sammy and I were on a sofa, while Aunt Jean and Uncle Larry were in matching recliners. Somewhere during the movie, Uncle Larry’s penis had become erect again. He didn’t do anything to hide it. Meanwhile, I glanced over at Aunt Jean, and she had her hand between her legs and was making little movements. I knew exactly what that was.

I had been quietly masturbating for more than a year, but it never occurred to me than grownups might do that too. In fact, I had somehow thought masturbating was bad, that it was something I’d have to outgrow.

I quickly looked back at the movie. I didn’t want Aunt Jean to catch me staring, but it was too late. “It’s OK honey,” is all she said.

Then, I glanced at my uncle. Oh my god! He was rubbing his erect penis! Just right there in front of all of us, without a care in the world! I look at my siblings, and they were staring and trying not to stare at the same time, just like me.

Suddenly, Uncle Larry arched his back, groaned a little bit, brought a Kleenex to his penis, and we could see a bit of the white fluid spurting out.

No one said a word as the movie continued. A short while later, Aunt Jean was squirming and moaning in her chair. I knew what was going on with her. It kind of made me want to do the same thing, but no way!

The three of us shared our aunt and uncle’s spare bedroom that night. Sammy camped out in his fluffy sleeping bag on the floor, Katie and I sharing the bed.

We didn’t say much at first. It was Sammy who broke the ice.

“What the fuck was that?” Katie admonished him to watch his mouth, the way Mom would have.

“Oh, sorry, I mean, they were naked and masturbating, right? Is that normal? Is that the way it is in most families, and we just didn’t know?”

Katie answered, “Brother Boy, I have no idea. I have to say the idea is certainly amusing. I mean, what if we could do that? You know, get all sexual with ourselves right at home in front of the TV or whatever.”

“Mom and Dad would kill us dead on the spot!” Sammy announced.

We all laughed.

“So, you do it?” I sheepishly asked Sammy.

“Well, yes, I guess if Uncle Larry will jerk off right in front of us like that, I can admit that I have masturbated.”

“Me too,” Katie and I added in unison.

“Does anything come out?” Katie asked, figuring he was probably too young.

“Yes, I can cum. Not like Uncle Larry, but stuff comes out. Does anything come out of girls? I’ve never really understood about girls.”

I answered him, “We just get sort of slippery down there. That’s all.”

All three of us were not only curious, but quite horny at that point. By this time Aunt Jean and Uncle Larry had gone to bed, so we felt a sort of naughty freedom to talk and what-not. Katie was the first to suggest we show each other, so that night, all three of the Weston kids masturbated openly for the first time in their lives, each absolutely fascinated to watch each the others. I can’t speak for my brother and sister, but I had a spectacular orgasm. And from the looks of things, and their barely suppressed squeals, so did they. I found it really interesting to see a couple of drops of clear fluid ejected from my brother’s little penis.

We very much enjoyed our stay at Aunt Jean’s. By the last day, all three of us were as naked as our aunt and uncle most of the day. All five of watched a movie that last evening, and all five of us had orgasms right there in the recliners and on the couch. No one touched anyone else. Our aunt and uncle were perfect and appropriate hosts.

The three of us discussed it, and decided not to blow Uncle Larry and Aunt Jean’s cover, if that’s what it was. I knew from my parents’ reaction that they already knew Uncle Larry and Aunt Jean were ‘different’ and that she didn’t think much of their lifestyle, but we didn’t think it would be appropriate to say something like, “Yeah, mom and dad, we masturbated with them, and it was fun.”

Lately, my parents have decided that Katie is old enough to watch over Sammy and me for a few hours at a time, so they’ve taken to having date nites every Wednesday evening.

As soon as they leave, my siblings and I have gathered in Katie’s room to have what we call ‘masturbation parties.’ Recently, we’ve started touching each other. I have had Katie’s and Sammy’s fingers deep in my rectum, and I have say, that’s a real delight. Who knew that a girl could have crashing orgasms from someone sticking fingers in her ass? I have felt Sammy’s penis pulse in my mouth while he’s cumming, and that too, is a super delight. Yesterday, I licked a vagina to orgasm for the first time. Katie’s of course. I loved the taste of it. I don’t know where this is leading. One thing the three of us have talked about, and decided that we can never do is have Sammy’s penis inside either of us. Nothing else is off limits. Yesterday, we all hugged and kissed, and rolled around on Katie’s bed for like a half hour. Sammy’s little penis was sticking out rock solid the whole time. My body was tingling all over, especially when my sister’s big tits were pressed against my tits.

Young Brother-Sister Ass Crack

In the way some kids play doctor, my sister and I played massage therapist. That’s what our Aunt Kay did for a living, although we didn’t really know any of the details.

About the time my sister Amy was old enough to start having sexual feelings, she called me, her younger brother, into her bedroom one day when my parents were out on their weekly date night. They were supposed to have had a babysitter for us, but she failed to show up. For the first time, my parents felt we were old enough to be left alone at least this one time.

My sister wanted to play massage therapist again. In the past, we had done it with clothes, or at least underpants on. Amy explained to me that Aunt Kay has people take all their clothes off. How she knew this, even whether it was true, I had no idea. Amy insisted that I should try it entirely naked.

For reasons I couldn’t explain at the time, even though getting naked in front of my sister would be embarrassing, I was all for it. With just a bit of hesitation, and her egging me on, I was out of my clothing, and laying face down on her bed. I felt like it was somehow ‘wrong’ but I also knew I really wanted to do whatever it was we were doing.

My skinny little penis was fully erect from the start. She certainly saw it as my underwear came off and before I laid down, but didn’t really say anything. I don’t think she yet understood the full significance of erections. I liked the liberating feeling of being naked and hard in front of Amy.

She went to work, giving me what she thought was a massage. Basically, she very lightly rubbed her hands over my shoulders, back, arms, legs, and then my ass. I have to say having her hands on my ass was really quite nice. She ran a fingertip from just near my scrotum to the top of my ass crack a couple of times. It was above my asshole. In other words, my butt cheeks were together, so she couldn’t even see my anus, let alone touch it. Still, it sent shivers through me.

She knew there was an anus in there, and she wanted to see it, I guess, because she told me to get on my hands and knees. That exposed my anus completely.

With very light touches, she started rubbing her finger on the portion of my ass crack below my anus, near my scrotum. Then she’d rub the ass crack above my anus, leading up to where the butt blends into the lower back. It was so good!

Then, she started rubbing right around my anus in little circles, only a half-inch away from the opening. That was so amazing! My penis was rock-hard, and then it started to kind of throb, or pulse. Nothing came out, but my goodness, what a feeling! I know now that it was an orgasm, dry because I was still too young. Puberty came slowly to me. I was still short and skinny while the other boys in my class were already very man-like.

I have no idea what she was planning to do next. Maybe stick a finger in my butt? Maybe at least touch the very middle of my anus? Maybe play with my penis or balls? But she didn’t have an opportunity to do any of that. You see, the orgasm freaked me out. I immediately crawled off the bed, and put my clothes back on. I politely told her that I really enjoyed playing with her, but had to go, and then I quickly left her room.

No doubt she was confused by my rapid exit, but not nearly as confused as I was.

She inquired several times, but I wasn’t ready to talk about it until a couple of days later. I explained the feeling I had experienced to the degree I could, and she became very curious. She totally wanted to experiment with me, and try something more. I was starting to feel I’d like to continue the experimentation. And what about her? I would have really liked to see her nude, play with her vagina, and maybe try the finger around the butt thing with her.

But, it never came to pass. As it turned out, we never had alone time after that until we became old enough to be involved with girlfriends and boyfriends of our own.

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