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Non-sexual male-male testicle massage

So I heard through the grapevine that there’s this fellow who does a wonderful testicle massage. While I consider myself mostly straight, I was told I really ought to make an appointment with this guy, his work is supposedly fantastic.

So, I made the appointment. He was to come to my house on Friday at 2pm. I waited the three days until Friday with mixed, but rather strong feelings. One was a bit of fear. What did I get myself into? The other was absolute horny excitement.

Finally, 2:10pm Friday, a knock on my apartment door. He came in, dragging a massage table and sheets. I closed all the curtains, and told him we have to be quiet. I didn’t want my neighbors to know exactly what was going on. If they thought I was getting an ordinary massage, that would be good enough for me.

This fellow was about 5’10’, about 60 years old, balding, a touch on the heavy side, and as ordinary-looking as can be. Not a sexual turn-on by any stretch of the imagination, for me, at least.

He had an assuring personality. I don’t know why exactly, but I calmed down right away. Perhaps he used some hypnotic suggestion to help me get in the right state.

And so, he started with about 10 minutes of what was an ordinary, although somewhat perfunctory massage. While I was on my stomach, among the other things he did was brush his fingertips over the back inside edges of my thighs. This gave me a semi-hardon.

When it was time to flip over, I was concerned about him seeing me partially erect. He assured me. ‘Most of my clients get hardons at various parts of the massage, and any state at any time is absolutely normal. Some have erections even before we start. Some stay soft the whole time.’

So, after flipping over – totally naked by the way, and him seeing my hardon for a few minutes, I became totally OK with it, as he worked on my arms, shoulders, feet, and worked up my legs. The hardon became harder, probably mostly because I knew what he was here for-a testicle massage, after all!

And then, slowly, ever so slowly, he essentially tickled my sack. But it wasn’t ticklish. It was, well… wonderful. The tickling lasted a very long time, several minutes at least. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard without having my dick touched directly.

I noticed that the tickling became a bit firmer. Yes, hmmm, he was fondling my balls. He was very gently squeezing each one at the same time, one in each hand. Sort of a pulsing method. Beautiful! I’ve never felt anything quite like it!

But he wasn’t done yet. He told me that he would slowly squeeze harder and harder, and I was to let him know how much was too much.

It was a very complete testicle massage. He handled them this way and that. Generally one in each hand at the same time. Generally symmetrically, but sometimes in an alternating pattern. Often the pulsing, but all sorts of other rubbing and squeezing. Sometimes, he did hit that limit at which I had to say, ‘ah, a little lighter, please.’ But, I was surprised how much squeezing I could take. And, like the expert he evidently is, he never hit the sensitive spots that would have been painful.

And then it happened. Without him ever touching my penis, I ejaculated! It was one of the most amazing orgasms of my life. And afterward, I was still hard and wanting more.

He didn’t give much more. A few minutes of very gentle fondling as I cooled down. He helped me get up, thanked me, collected his $120, and was gone – just like that!

I jerked off just moments after he left and came again.

The next day, I noticed something that I can only call a ‘healthy glow’ feeling in my balls. It’s like I notice they are there – I can feel them. It’s almost a horny feeling, but no, something different, almost a feeling of youth or some kind of special fitness. Go figure! $120 is a lot, but I went ahead and called him to schedule another appointment for this Friday.

In summary, I can say it isn’t really a sexual thing. It’s more like sensual. Very sensual. It wouldn’t have mattered who gave me that massage. Could have been male or female, any age, any weight, etc.

He never explicitly said so, but I believe his attitude is that it is a theraputic massage, one for health, and if the client happens to enjoy it on another level, well, that’s just fine with him. And if an ejaculation happens, it is just part of the process.

If you ever have a chance to get a testicle massage from an expert in the field, I highly recommend it!

Like Temple Grandin

My wife and I were in bed discussing this and that before we planned to fall asleep, as usual. We have settled down to where we don’t need to have sex every day.

I was talking about Temple Grandin. She’s a high-functioning autistic woman who has revolutionized the ranching business by designing more humane equipment for the treatment of animals. One of her best-known inventions is a squeeze frame. If you put a cow in a frame that wraps around their body and holds them firmly, they seem to calm down during whatever you have to do to them.

I once talked with a large animal veterinarian who told me cattle will sometimes eat barbed wire. They require surgery to remove it. He’d put a cow in a squeeze frame, and do the surgery on the side of the animal’s belly without anesthesia (or maybe with something topical on the skin), and the animal calmly just stood there and put up with all the action inside it’s belly.

She learned that from her own experience. While she didn’t enjoy being touched by other humans, she did discover that having her mattress or blankets wrapped firmly around her body calmed her. She designed a special bed that wrapped her tight.

As I was telling my wife, who knows I suffer from insomnia, she wondered if that might help me. She suggested she put her hand firmly over my balls as I try to fall asleep. I said “Sure,” and she did so. I also put my hand firmly against her vagina.

There we were, laying with each other’s hands on our genitals. She was kind of cupping my scrotum firmly. Not firmly enough to hurt. Far from it. But comfortably firm. Her hand was so warm and nice. Of course I had an erection in no time, but we both ignored that.

The next thing I knew, light was streaming in through the curtains. I had fallen asleep quickly and peacefully with her holding my scrotum, erection and all. Of course by morning, her hand was no longer on me. I didn’t even know one could fall asleep with a hardon.

Now we do that once or twice a week. Anytime I’m feeling rattled by the day’s events, or she’s a bit upset by something, we do that for each other. It’s wonderful.

Tantric Tease

I go to this woman for a tantric tease

On Tuesday mornings I go to this woman. She’s a massage practitioner. When I started with her, it was just ordinary. Oh, it was nice, but ordinary. For the first few weeks, I kept my guard up, which means I kept my penis down. Whereas if I hadn’t been careful, I might have had an erection.

Then one week, while she was working on my back side, I did have an erection. Like an adolescent, I willed it to go down but of course it wasn’t happening. She asked me to roll over. I couldn’t keep the little towel on it, so she saw my condition. She said nothing, ignoring my erection, hidden under the little towel again. Although, at one point, she did work her hands under the edges of the tented towel, touching my upper thighs, which was electrifying. My erection persisted all the way through to the end of the massage. While she sat at her little desk doing the little bit of paperwork, I had to remove the towel to put my clothes back on. She did glance at me, saying only, “That’s a sign that you’re healthy.’

The next week she asked whether I felt the need for the towel at all. I kind of did. It made me feel more secure somehow, but what did I tell her? Right, I said ‘No, I don’t need it.’

Maybe it was the lack of the towel that set me off, but I was erect right from the start of the massage. She acted entirely normal, as if an erection during a massage was the same as having ears. It’s just the way people, or at least men, are.

Same thing the week after that, except she brushed her fingertips over my scrotum a time or two, and once, I felt her fingertips touch my penis for a brief moment. I wondered whether that was on purpose.

The week after that things really changed. It was business as usual for 58 minutes. Then at the end, she literally focused on my genitals. She lightly massaged my balls for a good two minutes. As she did so, she started squeezing harder and harder. It started to hurt – not very much, but it was verging on uncomfortable. I was like, “Woah'” but she said it was good for me, and told me that I’d feel especially invigorated for the rest of the day. My penis was so fucking hard I can’t even express it. It was as erect as it had ever been in my life. Putting my pants on was difficult.

Helen was right. I did feel especially invigorated the rest of the day. My balls felt, for lack of a better explanation, pleasantly heavy. I could sense their weight in my scrotum. But more than that, I was pleasantly, but not overly horny, and I felt more aware. Sounds were more interesting, colors were brighter. I swore I’d never stop going to my Tuesday 10am appointments. Helen was magical.

The next week, it was the testicle massage again, but this time, she started handling my penis too. It wasn’t quite a handjob, and I left frustrated. At the point she finished, I really wanted to ejaculate. Needless to say, I took my happily heavy balls home, stripped in my bedroom and jacked off big time.

This went on week after week, but the end of the massage was evolving. Now, the main massage was lasting about 40 minutes, and the entire last 20 minutes was devoted to the genital action. Now, the handjobs were real. However, I never ejaculated. Helen was an expert. She could take me right to the point where orgasm was inevitable, but she knew exactly when to stop. Sometimes she’d let go in the nick of time, and my penis would pulse and wave in the air with a couple of dry contractions, as if I was going to cum, but I didn’t. At the end of each session, she tells me not to jerk off for at least six hours. I obey happily, because the bright sparkly way I feel after her treatments is just amazing. I wouldn’t want to wreck it.

And that’s the way it has remained to this day. She calls her technique ‘The Tantric Tease.’ She tells me that if I were to ejaculate, her treatments would be something sexual and illegal. But as long as she does what she does, it’s entirely ‘non-sexual.’ I doubt her interpretation of the law, but I’m not going to say anything!

Stripe

The young man came to me, a friend of his father, because he was greatly concerned about what he called a ‘stripe.’ At first he was reluctant to show me, but at the same time, he was bursting to show someone who he could trust, and might be able to put his mind at ease. After a bit of hemming and hawing, I just told him to drop his shorts and I’d take a look.

I had him lay on my bed, and although the situation was slightly embarrassing, I did take a close look. His penis looked normal in every way, and I told him so.

“No, look,” he said, as he grabbed his own dick and turned it so I could get a closer look at the underside. “See, there’s a slightly darker stripe leading down along the bottom from my circumcision scar down to my balls. In fact, if you look closely, you’ll see it continues down my scrotum as well.”

He came to me with a concern about a stripe along his penis

I pushed his fingers away, and took his penis into my own fingers. I noticed it seemed sort of puffy, like not fully flaccid. I did see the stripe he was talking about. It didn’t seem so bad. In fact, I could sort of remember noticing something similar on myself. I told him so.

“Well, I think maybe the doctors went crazy when I was circumcised as a baby,” he said. Then he said, “Or, maybe, I needed some sort of operation that my parents never told me about.”

“Quit obsessing.” I told him. “I’ve got the same thing. I think it’s normal.”

“You’ve got a stripe?”

“I think so. I never really paid that close of attention to it.”

I was still holding his penis, and it was definitely getting a bit bigger.

“Well, can we compare?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Too weird,” I added.

There was something in his expression. I assumed that he was still obsessed that his ‘stripe’ was a problem of some sort. He seemed really, really concerned. You know how you get when something is bothering you, how it keeps playing on your mind. Like the corner of the screen protector on my phone is peeling up. It’s driving me crazy. But this was the kid’s penis. I could see how one could obsess over that big time. So, I relented, hoping that my ‘stripe’ would be visible enough to satisfy him.

So, I pulled down my pants. I let him look close. I let him touch my penis, and turn it this way and that. My, it felt good! But, I must not pay attention to that. Geez, I was starting to feel an erection coming on.

“Yes, I see it,” he sighed with great relief. However, he hadn’t let go of my penis yet, and it was starting to truly swell up. I was becoming mortified. The last thing I wanted to do was get sexual with my friend’s son. What would the kid think?

But it was becoming too late. I was going into a full-blown erection. Trying to deflect the situation, I asked, “Why didn’t you just bring this up with your dad?”

“Are you kidding?”

I understood. His father was a rather conservative sort. One didn’t discuss sexual things with his father.

“Hey, you’re getting hard!” he noted.

“No I’m not!” I hurriedly exclaimed.

“Yes, you are. Go ahead and admit it. It’s OK. I’m not going to tell Dad or anything.”

“Well, I suppose it’s a natural response to being held.” He was still holding my penis. Why, I wondered? But then, why hadn’t I gotten off the bed to end this craziness?

Before I could say anything else, he started stroking his fingers up and down along my penis. I wondered whether it was a sort of natural unconscious reaction. I didn’t stop him. It just felt too nice. In fact, if I recall correctly, I might have said, “Ummm!”

The stroking became much more than something unconscious. The kid started jerking me off in earnest! That orgasmic feeling that everyone knows and loves was starting to build up in me. I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want to cum, but because I wanted it to last. Plus, knowing the nature of men, most men, I figured I’d better return the favor before I ejaculated.

So, wordlessly, I pushed him back down on the bed, leaned over him, and started massaging his penis, which I noted was already fully hard. It didn’t take too long to bring him to the edge, then I stopped.

“Hey!” he practically yelled.

“It’s called edging. Let’s make it last.”

“Um, OK,” and catching my drift right away, he returned to me, and started stroking my penis again with his soft, still boyish fingers. Unfortunately, I’m not the super-hero I’d like to think, and I ejaculated almost immediately.

He smiled while wiping the cum off his fingers.

“That was great!”

“Why, thank you.” I replied sheepishly.

As soon as I recovered, I came back to him, and stroked his beautiful cock. Within a minute, he ejaculated fiercely all over his stomach, chest, and even shot a drip onto his chin.

It took him a minute before he could speak again. The first thing he said was, “Let’s do it again soon.”

I agreed.

Hooters Style Sex


From Wikimedia Commons

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.

Hooter's Style Sex, the author's actual penis

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.

First Time Seeing Ejaculation

Forty-five women comment about seeing men ejaculate for the first time.

Compiled by Spurtz

Women comment on first time seeing men ejaculate

1. To be honest I thought it made their orgasm look sort of ridiculous and silly. I thought it would happen slower and more sensually. Made me think male sexuality as more mechanical than I had before. Overall I think I just pitied him because it just looked so stupid and weird.

2. “Oh that looks like snot…” combined with “look I did a thing!!! Yay me!!!”

3. For some reason I thought it was going to be entirely liquid. Too much smut, I guess.

4. Is it supposed to look like it’s puking mayonnaise?

5. “Please don’t get it on my shirt, my mother will kill me.”

6. I just realized I’ve never actually seen it in the five years I’ve been having sex and giving blow jobs.

7. “HEHEHE IT’S LIKE A TINY FOUNTAIN” was, I believe, my exact thought.

8. I didn’t expect it to go so damn far. I thought it was supposed to just dribble out!

9. I pretty much thought “well that was not a lot…” porn lied

10. I have no idea. It wasn’t all that noteworthy.

11. “Wow.” It was incredibly exciting and super hot.

12. “That’s it?” LOL

13. “Wow….um…did that hurt?” I stumbled upon a porn movie when I was ten. I didn’t see the splatter, but I saw the guy from the chest up while he was finishing up. He did a lot of groaning and heaving and grunting and I genuinely thought he was in pain.

14. Shock, really. I was giving a handjob and didn’t know that men could actually come like they did in porn videos. I didn’t think to shield myself with one hand and I was soaked.

15. I don’t really recall it to be honest so it can’t have been anything earth shattering.

16. That’s kinda weird.

17. I don’t remember but probably along the lines of ‘Oh, I thought there would be so much more.’

18. Well it was during a blowjob and he didn’t warn me, so I just swallowed and looked shocked. I was surprised it was so warm.

19. I may have laughed or was just staring in silence. I can’t remember. It’s just not a thing you’re really prepared to see. It’s really silly looking to be honest.

20. When it wasn’t a guy I was into I just thought, oh wow, he came, yahoo. 🙂 But when it was a guy I was regularly sleeping with, I thought Let me HELP you with that 😉

21. “Bloody hell, that went a long way!”

22. “Oh. That’s how it happens?”

23. That’s kind of gross. And yet, hot.”

24. In person? I giggled like an idiot. Harharhar, omg semen! I’ve since grown up and only grin when he cums.

25. Gross….what does it taste like? And to follow that it didn’t taste too bad but he needed more fruit in his life, though

26. … Volcano.

27. “Finally! Holy hell that’s hot!” I have always been extremely aroused by the idea, and similarly the reality. Sex is just not sex if I don’t get it in one part of me or another.

28. I guess I was expecting something more dazzling?

29. I thought it was supposed to shoot out extra fast and far.

30. “That was easy.”

31. First time? 17th October 2010; two days after getting with my crush. We were making out in the back seat of his car and he invited me to feel his hard on. So I did, through his underwear. Then I decided to stroke it, still through his underwear. At some point he told me he’d blow his load if I kept going, and I was like “So?” and kept going till he came. I’m not entirely sure he was prepared for that, or entirely comfortable with it; I DID kinda take him by surprise after all.

How did I feel? I felt awesome. It was so evil of me to make him come in his pants like that, without his permission. But I loved it and he loved it (though we both agreed I was “evil”, hahaha). It’s an awesome feeling being able to make someone else orgasm…

32. The following are responses to the question: Can you feel it when your partner ejaculates inside you? Does it feel good?

33. I can only speak from my experience. I have felt it once – the sensation of something coming out of my husband’s penis. Was it pleasurable? No, it was weird. It felt like someone peeing on my insides. On other occasions, I have felt his penis pulsate while ejaculating. That felt good, not great because I knew sex was pretty much over at that point, but good. I know some women don’t ever feel anything like that. It helps to be really excited and if you want your woman to feel these things, you can’t pound into her like crazy, it has to be slower and easy. Personally, I prefer it that way but I know some men just go for it.

34. I’m sure it differs with each woman, but from my experience, it is easily felt when a man ejaculates inside the vagina. It is a very interesting feeling, but the pleasure experienced is purely emotional.

35. If you mean do we feel the fluid moving, no. The exciting and sometimes erotic part of it is feeling the rest of his body react as he ejaculates. Women can definitely feel muscle tenseness, wherever it may occur.

36. It all depends on the man and how powerful his ejaculation is. Sometimes it feels like a pulsation and sometimes it feels like nothing. Usually, you can feel it if a man hasn’t had sex in a while.

37. Yes. And yes. With only one qualification: If the amount of sperm is tiny and doesn’t really gush out, I have noticed nothing. However, I suspect that may be a very individual and not at all representative answer. I really do not know if other women feel a man ejaculate.

38. It depends on the situation. From personal experience, sans condom, I have been able to feel my boyfriend’s ejaculation. At other times I couldn’t. It can be a pleasurable feeling, I guess. It feels like hot wet juice hitting your insides.

39. It definitely depends on whether the guy is wearing a condom. Sometimes the man’s penis will jerk when he ejaculates, and the woman can feel that, but it is often difficult to detect if the man is wearing a condom. If he doesn’t wear a condom, it’s a lot easier because you’re suddenly inundated with messy gooey stuff, you know?

40. Is it pleasurable? You’ll get a different answer with different reasons from every woman. It’s only been within the past five years that I’ve realized I can ‘tune in’ to the sensations in my vagina. I’ve had three lovers in that time, one of which had a very powerful ejaculation. I could feel it, but it didn’t really do much for me. It merely meant the end of our romp. My last boyfriend had a very watery ejaculation. I could not feel it, and it generally tended to be very messy. My current boyfriend’s penis swells before he ejaculates. I can feel his ejaculation, and it has, on occasion, been the cause of my orgasm. I’m not certain this progression was entirely due to the differences in the men. I’ve explored my sexuality in the last five years and have come to enjoy the mental and emotional aspects of a healthy sex life. My boyfriend’s ejaculation excites me in more than just a physical way.

41. I’m not sure they’re going to allow me to say this, but yes, a woman can feel pulsing when the penis is ejaculating – or at least that is what is feels like from my point of view.

42. I can definitely feel when my husband ejaculates inside of me. Right before he does, his penis sort of vibrates and then I can feel the semen. It feels like warm water…but only briefly. There isn’t enough to really feel the sensation of something gushing. However, I do feel it and it is a wonderful feeling…this is very different for each person though…hope it helps!

43. Yes women can feel a man ejaculating in them. I know that I can it feels all warm and a sudden rush of wetness. I like it and find it makes me feel closer to my husband.

44. You know what honestly, I’ve probably felt a guy ejaculate like 5 times but barely….And when I did feel it It was pleasurable… not physically but like mentally/emotionally…to know that we were both cumming at the same time. But besides those few time I’ve never really felt it… although I do have female friends that tell me they feel it every time…So I guess the answer is every female is different.

45. Until recently, I never could feel when he ejaculated in me. When I would use my hand on him, I could feel it. But now I can tell he’s ejaculating because his penis will pulsate inside of me. But as far as the sperm feeling good inside or whatever, no.

Ladies of Sex270, give us your experiences to these two questions; 1. What were your thoughts the first time you saw a penis ejaculate and 2, can you feel it when a partner ejaculates inside you?

Sperm Glue

Children twins and sperm glue

Growing up, I was always the shy one, and my twin sister, who doesn’t look anything like me, by the way, was always the outgoing, loud, but also the protective one.

I know it’s crazy but we seldom argued. We grew up in a loving, and open-minded family.

One day when my parents were downstairs and my sister and I were in her room playing Monopoly, she showed me that a corner of the board was peeling up. She just came right out and asked, “Does sperm make good glue?”

I told her the truth, “I have no idea.”

Even at that age, I knew she meant ‘semen,’ but didn’t bother to correct her.

“Do you want to find out?”

I enthusiastically told her yes.

I didn’t have to take anything off, because it was a hot day, and the air conditioning in our home didn’t keep up, so both of us were starkers.

The Monopoly game was forgotten as she had me recline on her bed, and she reached out to start producing semen from me. My little, hairless penis became erect right away. I had to show her how to stroke me up and down because never having done it before, she was hesitant, and way too gentle, barely touching me at all. It was less than a minute that I felt that wonderful feeling, made even more wonderful because it was her hand on my penis, not mine for a change.

Because I was still so young, only about three drops of clear liquid came out. She carefully collected it, and applied it to the corner of the Monopoly board. I felt weird afterward, so I left her room, with the game unfinished.

The next day we laughingly discovered that semen makes terrible glue.

It wasn’t the last time we played together. Our parents even caught us once. I thought I was going to get killed, but all Mom said was a brief lecture against actual sex, that we couldn’t risk getting my sister pregnant. I totally understood, Mom didn’t directly say so, but that basically meant that oral sex and anal sex were not off limits.

Sore Back

On the job, just goofing around with new kneepads, I thought I could bang down on my knees. It didn’t hurt my knees. Instead, it hurt my back. I didn’t think much about it, but by the end of the day it was becoming annoyingly sore. Kyle, my boss, suggested I get a massage, and said he’d pay for it.

I told him I didn’t know any massage practitioners, and wouldn’t know how to get a good one. He suggested his massage practitioner. In fact, before I could say anything, he was on his phone making a 6pm appointment for me.

Oh, well, I was getting a massage. I showed up, and Sally turned out to be a fantastic, thin long-haired blond woman with small hips and large breasts. This is the kind of woman you see in the movies, not in real life! I reminded myself to behave, not get crazy around her.

Sally invited me to her back room which was nicely decorated with some tapestries hanging all around, smelling vaguely of incense, and lit only by a half-dozen candles.

She invited me to take off all my clothes and climb on the table. I was a bit reluctant, feeling something weird, like taking my clothes off was naughty or something, but I did as I was told. I figured she’d seen a lot of naked men before, so any shyness on my part would be stupid.

She had me lay face down. She started in on my shoulders. I asked why, since it was my back that was hurting. She said a full massage works better than just going right to the ‘part.’ The way she emphasized the word ‘full’ was kind of curious.

She was a little rough on my shoulders, kind of surprising from such a slender women. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was close to hurting. She went over most of the rest of my body the same way. When she got to my calves, she pressed in really hard, and that did hurt.

I was almost at the point of ending the massage early. It wasn’t feeling good at all, and my fucking back was still hurting. I only stayed because I didn’t want to insult the woman.

Finally, she started in on my back, and in my opinion, she only hurt it worse. Damn her.

After an interminable time, she asked me to roll over. I didn’t want to. Somehow, in massaging my back, my penis had become erect. I hesitated. Sally obviously knew what the problem was because she simply said, “No worries, I’ve seen it all.”

So I rolled over. What else could I do? My penis was fully erect. This surprised me, because nothing sexual had happened at all.

Ignoring the erection entirely, she started massaging the front of me. I was kind of tensed up, figuring she’d be hurting the front of me like she had hurt all of my back side. But no, on my front, she was surprisingly gentle. She did my arms, then to my surprise, she massaged my fingers and the palms of my hands. I have to say, that actually felt rather nice. Plus, there was something more. Having such a beautiful young woman giving me attention of any sort was remarkably delightful.

My penis stayed erect. In fact, glancing down, I saw that it was so erect that it was sticking straight up and pulsing with every heartbeat, something that seldom happens with me.

She went to my feet and massaged them. It felt rather nice. Then my ankles, my calves, and my thighs, still totally ignoring my erection. I was kind of wishing she might touch it, but of course that was just fantasy.

Well, the next thing she did wasn’t quite what I expected. She didn’t touch my erection. Instead, she kind of pushed my legs apart, so my lower legs were dangling over the edges of the table. Then she started very gently massaging my scrotum. No one had ever done that, and I have to say it was exquisite. She could be excused from all the rest of the massage that had hurt me. This was nice! Soon, she was massaging my balls within my scrotum. I started wincing, remembering how rough she had been with my shoulders and everything, but no, she stayed gentle, and it was just remarkably wonderful.

I figured if nothing more happened, this would be a great massage. But again Sally surprised me. As casually as grabbing a bicycle handlebar, she wrapped her hand around my super-hard penis and started jerking me off. I was absolutely delighted. Like a teenager, I came within about five strokes. I came big, shooting cum several inches into the air. She smiled but didn’t say anything, as if this was business as usual, and perhaps it was for her.

For a second, I realized my boss must have been receiving the same treatment from her. I decided to get that thought out of my mind. Well, fuck it, I didn’t care. If it made him happy, I was just glad for him. Then, I kind of wondered what his penis looked like. Weird, eh?

Sally allowed me a couple minutes to recover then I got up off the table to dress. I was almost shocked to discover my back wasn’t hurting, or at least not very much.

I probably don’t have to tell you, I booked another appointment with her. And then a week later another. It’s been going on for a couple months now. My wife knows I’m getting these massages, assuming my back must still be sore. It isn’t, but I haven’t told her, and of course, I haven’t told her any of the details of the massage. I wonder if when my wife gets her massages, they’re a female version of a happy ending. I hope so.

Son’s Phimosis

One day, when my son, Luke, was home from college for a two-month break, he and I were sitting in the dining room having a casual mother-son conversation. He asked whether sex is supposed to be painful. I knew he had been having sexual relations with a young lady, and was fine with it. He’s old enough, he’s responsible, and I trust him to make good decisions. It’s me who doesn’t always make the best decisions.

I almost cried when Luke asked about sex being painful. You see I knew from my son’s earliest times that he may have a problem with phimosis. That’s where the foreskin can’t retract fully. It makes keeping the penis clean difficult, and it can cause pain on intercourse. My husband had to be circumcised as an adolescent due to phimosis.

I felt terrible, because on several occasions when doctors advised me to have Luke circumcised, I just couldn’t do it. Especially after my husband told me that when he was cut, it took many painful weeks to heal. I figured at the age of 20, it would be terribly embarrassing, painful, and inconvenient for Luke. You see, I had just hoped it might go away.

In his adolescence, I tried to recommend stretching exercises, but he wasn’t having it. He didn’t even let me finish the conversation the few times I brought it up.

Now, I knew we had a problem. I talked with Luke earnestly right there at the dining room table. I let him know my thoughts about his whole phimosis problem, even that I felt bad for not having him circumcised. He let me know that he was aware of his condition, and even my feelings about it.

“Mom,” he said, “I’m glad you didn’t let that happen to me. I don’t want it now, either. I’ve read of some exercises…”

I didn’t bother to remind him that I already tried to get him to do those exercises years earlier.

He announced he’d start right away, and went upstairs. Presumably, Luke went to his room to get erect and start stretching the foreskin. I know it’s crazy, being his mother and all, but the thought of him doing that up there made me horny. Of course I didn’t do anything about it.

A week later, I asked, “How are the exercises going?”

“Huh? Oh, I forgot all about it.”

Shit. “OK, why don’t you start now?”

“I guess I should.”

A week later, I asked again, and he sheepishly admitted he still hadn’t started. I was surprised how angry that made me. Here he was not enjoying sex, and not doing anything about it. He didn’t want surgery, but that’s exactly where he was headed. Perhaps it was the anger that provoked me to say, “Luke Albert Whitfield, pull your pants down right now.”

He looked like a deer in the headlights. If I wasn’t still angry, I would have laughed.

Thinking more clearly, I commanded, “Well, not here. Come to my bedroom.”

He’s an obedient son, so he followed me to my bedroom. I locked the door so my daughter couldn’t come in, had him strip and lay face up on our big king bed. He was very reluctant. I can’t say as I blame him. I hadn’t seen his little willie since he was in diapers. I was surprised to see how big and hairy it was now. I guess as a mother, one always imagines their children as little boys and girls.

I pulled my dressing chair alongside the bed, and grabbed that penis of his, examining the tight foreskin.

“That tickles,” he giggled.

“Deal with it.”

I was forming a plan of action. I’d do the exercise for him, since he wasn’t doing them himself. I started pulling the foreskin down, but of course nothing was happening with his penis being soft. I knew what to do, and decided I’d have to remain entirely clinical about this. I couldn’t allow the feelings that were boiling up in my lower belly, and you know where.

I got up, went into my office, and returned with a soft little paint brush. I waved it back and forth over his penis, over the frenulum area, until the bristles was just touching his penis. His penis jumped a little bit each time the brush touched it. I knew the effect. This always works very well with Dan, his father, if I want him erect.

Soon enough, my boy was hard. Not quite as big as Dan, but respectable. Very respectable. Actually, it was kind of hard to compare, with that foreskin covering everything up like it was.

My boy was totally embarrassed, but I told him to forget it. I reminded him that I had diapered him. He was like, “Well, you’ve never seen me like this.”

“Oh, you mean erect? Luke, I hate to tell you, but little boys get erections, too. I’ve seen everything. Don’t you worry.”

I went to work, pulling down on the foreskin, holding it for ten seconds, just like the exercises are supposed to be done, then letting go so it can relax for a minute. A couple times I pulled too hard, and he was like, “Ouch, Mom!” but I knew ‘no pain, no gain.’

After ten repetitions we were done. He couldn’t get back into his clothes and out of there fast enough. He disappeared into his room. I’ll bet he jerked off. I know I wanted to do some serious jilling, but I was already late getting dinner ready for Dan and the kids.

The next day at 4pm, I commanded Luke to come back to my bedroom. He anticipated, and walked across the house naked. His sister saw him, but said nothing. I don’t know whether they had communicated about his ‘treatments’ or not.

It didn’t take as long to get him hard. We did the exercises. He stayed hard, and walked back across the house, again in front of his sister in the living room. Was he showing off his naked body and his erection? I didn’t care to think about it.

Next day, same thing, except his sister wasn’t home. He was hard when he arrived in my room.

“Mom,” he said, “These exercises are kind of fun.”

“Don’t you get any crazy ideas.”

“Oh, no, no way, nothing like that!” he assured me evidently as shocked as I was at the thought.

The exercises continued for a couple of weeks. I was proud of my diligence. Seldom in my life have I stuck with anything. That’s why I’m twenty pounds overweight. Diets last about 3 days with me.

On this occasion, as I was on about the eighth stretch, I felt something weird. A kind of pulsing. I knew almost immediately that my boy was ejaculating in my hands.

He groaned, “Oh, Mom!”

I knew from Dan that men don’t like unfinished business. I mean, they hate ruined orgasms, so I did what came so naturally to me. I stroked him as he was cumming, so he could finish his orgasm properly. I immediately regretted it. Had I gone too far?

Feeling guilty, the next day, I told him he had to finish doing the exercises himself. He was in agreement. In fact, he even admitted he had been doing the exercises twice a day. Once with me, and once by himself. “They feel really, really good,” he admitted.

That was a year ago. Those darn exercises really work! He came to me a few days ago, and proudly showed me how far he’s come along. Of course that required an erection, but he had no problem rubbing himself to hardness in front of his own mother.

Five minutes later, I was in my bedroom masturbating myself like crazy, and having the strongest series of orgasms I’ve had in a very long time.

So Busted

So busted as she saw a picture of me naked in the office with an erection

There was this girl in the office I was hot on. She and I had smiled at each other as we rode the elevator, passed in the hallway and so on during the past month. I thought she might like me. But other than the occasional “hello” we had never spoken. I didn’t even know if she was married or something.

Finally, one day, we had a minute to talk. I wanted to impress her. She said she was into bicycling. This was great, since I am also. I took out my phone to show her some pictures from a recent ride. She held my phone, looking at the pictures, first swiping forward, then back to the first picture. Then she swiped back one more time, and my heart jumped into my throat.

Because there was a picture I thought I had deleted and she saw it very clearly. It was me, stark naked, standing sideways, showing off my boner sticking out, and slightly upward. I had taken the picture fooling around during a masturbation session. At the time, it made me horny to think of those guys who will jerk off right there in full view of anyone on the Internet. Of course I’d never do that, but to take the naked erect selfie was in itself, quite a thrill.

I guess what happened is I actually took two or three pictures, and I thought I had deleted them after I ejaculated that day, but I must have not gotten every one.

I was so fucking embarrassed! How was she going to react. In any case, it couldn’t be good. I had only a second to contemplate the trouble I was in.

She could have done anything. She could have held the phone up, and loudly announced to everyone in the office, “Hey, look at Paul!”

Instead, she pulled me into the copy room where she could quietly ask me, “So you like this sort of thing?”

Wow, how does one answer a question like that?

While I tried to figure out how to answer it, she was alternately studying me, my face, my expression, and looking at the phone thumbing around looking for more pictures like that one. Fortunately, it was the only one.

“Well…” I started to answer, but had no words.

Finally, I figured, like my parents always said, ‘honesty is the best policy.’

“I do get horny at times.”

“So do I,” she answered almost immediately.

I’m sure you can figure out what happened next. She and I have become an item. I now have pictures of her in naked and suggestive poses on my phone, and she has pictures of me and my boner on her phone.

Oh, and one more thing: There is now a short video on the Internet of me laying on her bed, and she’s giving me a wonderful edging handjob where I finally blow a big load.

I’m not sure how I feel about that video. Some days it embarrasses me to think about it, to know thousands of people have seen me naked, with an erection, and cumming. I wish there was a way to somehow remove all copies of that video from the web. But most of the time I’m rather proud of that little movie!

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