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Masturbating In Front of Wives and Girlfriends

by Spurtz

I think wives and girlfriends are a bit more understanding in today’s world if their significant other has to masturbate from time to time. In days gone by, most women saw that as a rejection of them. Women back then never understood that jacking off had nothing to do with the relationship that men had with their wives and girlfriends. As a result, any jacking off was done secretly.
When I was married to my second wife, which lasted for 25 years, I was constantly looking for places to jack my cock where she wouldn’t see me. Because I knew she would take it as a rejection of her by me.

After getting out of the shower, I would stand naked in front of the sink to shave and brush my teeth. I would position my cock so that the underside of the head was pressed against the counter. While doing my ablutions I would move my dick back and forth so the frenulum was being rubbed on the counter, which produced a full hard-on very quickly. Eventually this produced an ejaculation.
My wife walked in on me a few times while I was doing this and if she noticed my hard-on, I just passed it off as morning wood. Luckily she never came in while semen was spurting from my cock all over the counter.

I had a large heavily landscaped property and on weekends I spent hours working in the yard. I had cut the pants legs off a pair of jeans making shorts out of them. I typically wore these shorts while working in the yard and quickly learned how much more comfortable they were with no underwear. I had cut the legs so short that my cock easily found its way down what was left of the pants leg, putting my cock head on display, Just looking at my exposed dickhead would give me a very nice erection. Now with half of my erect cock showing, I would go about my work just enjoying the fact that I was exposing my dick in public. Of course there was nobody around to see it, but the fact that it was on display was very arousing to me. Eventually I would stroke it to an explosive ejaculation.

During our 25 years together, my wife only saw me jack off twice. On the first occasion we were Toronto to attend an industry function. We had a couple of hours to kill before leaving for a banquet. I was super horny and wanted to fuck but my wife was not in the mood. So I proceeded to sit in a chair naked and started to jack off. She was shocked and demanded to know what did I think I was doing. I told her I had to cum and if she wouldn’t help I would just have to do it myself. While she stood there with a disbelieving look on her face, I proceeded to masturbate until I shot a load all over my chest and belly. She was royally pissed but got over it.

The other time we had decided to divorce but were still living in the same house but in separate bedrooms until the house was sold. I was lying in bed stroking my cock. I had assumed she had already left for the day. She walked into my bedroom assuming I had gone to work. She opened the door at the perfect time just as fountains of cum were spurting from my dick. She apologized as she backed out of the room.

After we split I took up with a fuckbuddy and she loved to watch me jack off. Not that we didn’t have plenty of sex sessions with us fucking each other or sucking each other off. But if I had to pick one thing that we did more than anything, it was either her masturbating me, or me doing it while she watched. She got off on seeing the cum fly. One time she even brought a girl friend to my house to watch me jack off. When I knew she was coming over I would edge for several hours the day before, and again the morning of the day she was visiting. As a result, when I achieved an orgasm, the cum would shoot out with incredible force and fly for great distances. She measured my cum shot a couple of times and both ejaculations were just under four feet.

By the time I married a third time, any inhibitions about jacking off in front of my wife were long gone. Fortunately she had a fabulous attitude about sex. If it feels good, do it. Although it was rare for her to not be in the mood to fuck, it did happen occasionally, and she would encourage me to go ahead and jack off, which I was happy to do.

After we split, I entered into an extremely long relationship with a much younger girl. Like my last wife, she was just fine with me jacking off any time I wanted. There were a couple of times that she wasn’t in the mood to fuck and encouraged me to go ahead and jack off while she watched. But once I got into it, her watching me pound my prick turned her on. And the next thing I knew she had grabbed my dick and she was doing the pounding. Then she would suck me for a bit and then want me to penetrate her.

I remember one time in particular we were sitting on the sofa and she didn’t want to fuck but told me to jack off if I wanted. I got my cock out and started working it over. I saw her intently watching what I was doing. Then she said, “Damn that look good. I want that cock inside me.”
I would be interested in hearing from other readers how comfortable you are jacking off in front of your wife or girlfriend and how she feels about it. Or hearing from women about how they feel about it.

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My Adventures with Sex Toys

By Michael Lowe Wright

Originally published on MichaelLoweWright.com/opn/SexToys.html

The following is kind of raw and honest about some very personal stuff. It may be too much information for some visitors; if that’s you, or if you’re under legal age, you really should go read something else instead.

One of my hobbies/interests is exploring the use of sex toys for personal growth. I was reviewing adult toy items on Amazon and realized there is stigma around admitting to using them for sexual pleasure. Lots of people don’t have a human partner, and for those who don’t sex toys are absolutely essential for personal recreation and release of tension. No one should feel shame and be unable to talk about enjoying their own sexuality.

So I wrote this. I’m really exposing myself here, so to speak, and I want to talk freely about my use of sex toys, no matter how embarrassed I may feel sometimes about it being out there for everyone to read. If one person feels better about themselves, or less burdened by guilt, or less afraid to use sex toys, then I’m OK with it.

I’ve lived alone and without any serious relationships for a long time; that’s not what I’d have chosen for myself but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt, and for the most part I’m content with it. I’m blessed to have known true love more than once in my life, and not so blessed to find that I’m incapable of being a good partner – in large part because, as it turns out, I am and always have been nonbinary/gender fluid. One compensation is that I’m able to explore my sexual nature deeply without concern that I’m being selfish. For this reason, sex “toys” are, for me, tools to aid in that exploration. As many have before me, going back into the dim reaches of human existence, I’ve learned that sexual energy and consciousness can lead a person into not only ecstasy but also useful knowledge about their “spirit body” (that virtual us where stomach butterflies live) and from there into self-knowledge, peace of mind, and healing past trauma. For me, as a poet and an observer of life in general, these experiences give insight and inspiration unavailable elsewhere.

So please understand that what I talk about here may not be useful to couples seeking some bedroom fun advice – I’m doing this to share what I’ve learned and the experiences I continue to have because I think not only do they have value in their own right but also because they shed light on the roots of some of my creativity and motivation.

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Michael Lowe Wright and his chastity cage

Michael Lowe Wright in his chastity cage

When I recently saw several women comment online that all men should wear a chastity cage routinely, I realized that was something I needed to try, so I could understand what they were talking about. I bought one from Amazon and was amazed at how comfortable it is to wear. That’s how it came to be one of the two “toys” that have become vital parts of my life. I reviewed the one I bought at Amazon and pretty much said it all there, but wait! there’s more. That one rusted and I had to buy an otherwise-identical stainless steel one to replace it. [Because of a constriction in my urethra, I’m still unable to insert the matching catheter so that’s going to have to wait for another day. I’m fascinated by the idea of my maleness being (temporarily) so completely shut down: caged, intubated, and unable to move or respond to anything – but to be honest it’s also kind of terrifying.] I’ve learned to get the ring on and off fairly quickly now but I had to do it a few times first – one doesn’t want to squish the tender parts!

Since I’m always naked at home*, it’s very strange to suddenly have an implacable, heavy metal cage clamped and locked onto my crotch in full view; it’s humiliating to be seen wearing it and to always have it there in my lap drawing attention. On the positive side, since it can’t be ignored I have opportunities to talk about why I’m wearing it. I also want to be transparent about wearing the cage when I’m in public, so any time I do I lock a chain around my left ankle as a signal to anyone who knows.

For me the value of the chastity cage lies in its ability to completely subvert my lifelong privilege and expectation of being able to interact with my male organ – it’s locked in a cage that in turn is clamped onto my scrotum. It’s not only that I can’t touch or play with myself, my most private area has been taken over by a piece of unyielding and uncaring metal; and it’s there all the time. These devices don’t keep you from feeling aroused, they only keep you from doing anything about it. That energy has to go somewhere, and I use controlled yoga breathing and guided imagery to direct it towards healing both body and soul. I enter states of bliss and ecstasy that leave me feeling energized and cleansed. That energy remains in my body for some time after, enabling further meditation and healing later.

Wearing it transforms my daily life, too. The only time I’m not conscious of being caged is when I’m asleep. I’m always aware at some level of the unrelenting pressure of the ring around my scrotum and the weight of the metal. All this together creates a sense of unreality in contrast with the “normal” times when I’m not wearing it, and a heightened level of awareness and sensitivity – again firing my creative energies.

Currently I’m experimenting with wearing a ‘collar’ that consists of only the base ring of a chastity cage. It’s still locked onto the big ring as securely but most of my penis is exposed, yet still restrained by the ‘collar’. This eliminates the issue of difficulty urinating cleanly and makes keeping the device clean a lot easier, while not really allowing me to otherwise use my penis. In some ways it’s more challenging to wear than the full cage – it’s possible to have an erection but it becomes engorged and uncomfortable; I can touch and hold it but I can’t masturbate. It’s possible I’ll be wearing this a lot more than the full cage.

The other thing I’ve done is to bend the pins slightly on the attachments so that they snap into place on the big ring and will stay put without a lock. It makes cleaning and swapping attachments much easier.

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Like many men, I’ve always enjoyed anal play but was ashamed to admit it until I acknowledged that I’m nonbinary/gender fluid. Then I realized that not only is there no shame but that I was really wanting it. So I bought a lifelike dildo from Amazon (see my review) a couple of years ago. It’s identical to my own organ but two inches longer. It’s a good fit, feels quite natural and good, and now I don’t know how I lived without it. If the number of people who ‘liked’ my review is any indication, I’m far from the only person enjoying this wonderful fake penis. It wasn’t until I had it filling me and, in a sense, having its way with me that I began to fully understand the mind-altering experience and joy of submission. Since I’m always naked, having it inside me can and does happen on a moment’s notice.

It’s the combination of the chastity cage and the dildo that really takes things to another level, though. I’ve worn the cage for up to three weeks at a time, and during that time I’ve had no physical outlet for sexual energy. Adding a good fucking with the dildo – and getting fucked is very different from the masturbation I’ve always had available to me – takes me to places of ecstasy and delight like nothing I’ve ever known. I should add that, as you can see from the photo above of me naked wearing the cage, getting fucked while wearing it can happen very easily and at any time – and does. (I say ‘fucked’ because this is no sterile application of a tool, it’s an active engagement with a realistic human penis.) That feeling of perpetual vulnerability to their imminent use is one of the best things to come out of my adventures with these sex ‘toys’ – knowing that I can be thrown into a state of heightened awareness at the drop of a hat.

I’ve been wanting a second dildo without the fake scrotum at the base, and recently Amazon had one for four dollars, so I bought it. I wanted to be able to leave it in place and wear it for a short while occasionally. This one is effectively a bit shorter and the glans is smaller than my other one so it’s not as much fun to use but should be fine for just wearing it.

Anal intercourse can, of course, be somewhat messy. It helps to eat a high-fiber diet and have regular movements, which increases the likelihood of the bowel being empty. When in doubt I use a glyerine suppository that generally cleans things out within about an hour. The result is that there is usually no or almost no mess involved. Nobody likes to think about this aspect but it’s easily enough to discourage someone from pursuing an otherwise delightful pleasure, so it’s worth the effort to prepare. I usually try to be prepped by early afternoon so there’s almost no delay between deciding to use the dildo and having it in place.



Dildos available on Amazon

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Most of my life I thought of myself as a cis male, albeit a dysfunctional one, with a strong female side. Now that I understand I’m really neither simply male or female internally, I’ve realized my female side has been pushed down and not allowed full expression. The chastity cage prevents me from masturbating but I can still press on the glans and create sexual sensations, making it function more like a clitoris. Add to that having to be fucked to replace the masturbation and I find my female side is loving it. I’ve committed myself to letting “her” take control of my body and my life; I want to dress in short skirts and tank tops, wear simple jewelry, feel attractive, and have men wanting to fuck me – and doing it. At my age I don’t feel like much of a catch but just going fully into that space for a while heals my soul – I have a lot of years to make up for. I’m not killing off my male side here, only expanding the range of my experience and gaining more insight into what it means to be a human being. It’s all material for the poet and philosopher in me.


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Here’s some poetry that grew out of these experiences:

Four Revelations
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*I have a binding commitment to live clothes-free as much as possible, and I’m always naked at home in warm weather.

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat

By Spurtz

Step-Dad Bill: I married Katie about four years ago. She had a young daughter just starting high school. I wasn’t really looking for a ready-made family but Katie was everything I could possibly want in a life partner. Drop dead beautiful and whip-smart. Her daughter Jill was a terrific kid and I could see that she was going to grow up to be as beautiful and as smart as her mother.

Mom Katie: My first husband died in a car accident and I struggled as a single mom until I met Bill. He’s a great guy…everything a woman could ever want. Bill was a very successful business man and literally had more money than he knew what to do with.

Daughter Jill: When Bill first came into our lives, I really resented him. Nobody could take the place of my real dad, plus I didn’t like having to share mom with him. But Bill turned out to be a super guy and I grew to love him just like a real father.

Mom Katie: I wanted the best for Jill and with Bill’s money we were able to enroll her in a very exclusive all-girl’s school. I think she resented it at first but after making a lot of friends and getting a first class education, she actually really loved the school.

Step-Dad Bill: I was against sending Jill away to school. I thought she would resent being sent away and blame it on me since it couldn’t have happened without my money. But being the smart kid she was, she knew it was the right thing to do. She was currently home on holiday and would be graduating soon.

Mom Katie: I had some concerns about Jill. We shared no secrets and I knew she had never had any sexual experiences with any boys. Now she would soon be going out on her own totally unprepared for what she would be facing. With her looks and Playboy-centerfold body, the men would be all over her. And not having had any sexual experience, her hormones would be raging and I was afraid her natural sexual curiosity would have her spreading her legs for the first guy who came along.

Daughter Jill: I loved Bill but spending time in close contact with him during the holidays had made me a bit uncomfortable. I don’t think he was quite ready for the way my body had blossomed out over the past year and I caught him several times furtively looking me over. But I really couldn’t blame him.

Step-Dad Bill: Wow, I couldn’t believe the way Jill had turned into such an incredible looking woman. No longer a girl, every time I looked at her prancing around the house in her underwear or in a bikini at the pool, I could feel my cock twitch.

Mom Katie: I know this sounds crazy but I got it in my head that it was important that Jill learn about some of the actualities of sex before she was turned loose on the world. There was only so much I could teach her. If I was still married to her dad, I would not have come up with the idea that was swimming around in my brain, but Bill was not her real dad and I thought he would be perfect for what I had in mind.

Step-Dad Bill: When Katie told me what she was thinking, at first I thought she was crazy. But after she got into the details of what she was planning, my cock took over doing the thinking for me and it all seemed like a great idea. She thought it was best to work into it gradually, otherwise Jill might balk.

Mom Katie: My plan was to introduce Jill to nakedness first. Nothing overtly sexual. But I knew she had never actually seen a penis before. Of course, she had seen pictures and videos online but that pales in comparison to the real thing.

Daughter Jill: When mom first told me about the family doing a naked hot tub together, I thought she was joking. But then she explained that it would be a very innocent way to introduce me to actually seeing a man’s penis. I admit it. I was super curious about the whole sex thing. Not just seeing a man’s cock, but wondering what it would be like to hold it, even kiss it and suck it, and then best of all, having it enter me. Not that we would ever do anything like that with Bill, but I had to admit I really did want to see his cock. I knew from the bulge in his swim trunks that he probably had something worth seeing.

Step-Dad Bill: Our house has a terrific very private pool in the back yard. At one end was a large spa that would comfortably seat six people. Katie prepared some snacks and some drinks and the plan was the three of us would sit in the spa and get comfortable with our nakedness. I confessed to Katie that under the circumstances there was a very good chance that I would get an erection.

Her reply was that she hoped I did. Her reasoning was that a flaccid penis really didn’t go very far towards preparing Jill for sex. I asked her just how far should we go? Should I masturbate for Jill? She replied that we should just play things out and see where it goes. It all depended upon how receptive Jill might be.

Daughter Jill: When mom told me we were going to have a naked session in the hot tub, I couldn’t believe it. At first the idea repelled me, but the more I thought about it, I thought it could be fun. What’s the harm in seeing somebody naked? I had seen mom naked many times but seeing Bill would be a new and exciting experience. I didn’t actually say that to mom but she at least knew I wasn’t horrified by the idea.

Step-dad Bill: That evening we all went out to the spa where I had already turned on the jets and the temperature was at the recommended 104 degrees. We were all clad in bathing suits. Katie laid out the food and drinks and we all climbed into the warm water. We sat there for a while and then Katei stood up and declared that it was time to get naked. And swiftly took off her bikini. I wasn’t sure if I should go next or wait for Jill. But before I could make up my mind, Jill quickly removed her bikini and stood there for a few seconds showing off her beautiful body. That left me, so I stood up and quickly pulled down my bathing suit. Just the few seconds that I had to enjoy Jill’s fabulous teen body had caused my penis to start to thicken. Although still more or less dangling down, even mostly soft, it was still a good six inches long and quite thick.

Daughter Jill: Omigod, my mind raced. Bill’s penis was not only even bigger than I thought, it’s downright beautiful. And it looks like he might already be aroused. Did just seeing my naked body do that? It made me feel really proud and powerful that I could have such an instant effect on a man’s cock. Then Bill sat down. The water level was such that only the tip of his prick was above the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and as I stared at the tip, I saw it slowly raise up until the entire cockhead was visible. I then realized that he was getting a full erection.

Mom Katie: I saw what was going on and was pleased for two reasons. One was that Jill was entranced with Bill’s dick, and two, that he had gone fully erect so quickly. I hoped that Jill got pleasure out of realizing the power she wielded. Not wanting to lose the thrill of the moment, I suggested to Bill that he sit up on the edge of the spa so that the full impact of his terrific penis could be enjoyed by myself and Jill. Bill looked at me disbelievingly but Jill never took her eyes off what she could see of his prick. Not hearing any negative comments, Bill followed my suggestion. And there it was. All 8-1/2-inches of man-cock sticking proudly straight up. I got up and sat next to him and Jill followed suit.

Step-Dad Bill: I had a hard time accepting the fact that I was sitting between my wife and step-daughter, totally naked, with a raging, throbbing, bright red, full erection sticking up from between my legs. It took all the will power I possessed to keep from grabbing that bar of steel and start jacking it.

Mom Katie: I looked at Jill and could tell she was totally entranced with seeing Bill’s huge penis. Knowing how much I wanted to wrap my hands around it, I knew Jill probably had similar thoughts. So I suggested that she touch it. She looked at Bill, probably wondering if it was ok with him. I knew the answer to that. Bill gave a slight nod. The next thing I knew, Jill had both hands wrapped around Bill’s cock and actually started jacking him off. I guess she had seen enough videos that she knew what to do.

Daughter Jill: I was shocked that mom so quickly invited me to touch Bill’s beautiful cock. How could I resist. I looked him in the eyes, knowing that no man could say no to a beautiful teen, and he gave me a small nod. I quickly wrapped both hands around his cock. I couldn’t help myself. I knew what came next. With both hands I started pumping the shaft. I looked at mom and she was smiling so I knew I was doing the right thing. There was no doubt how Bill felt about it. The head of his cock looked like a big purple plum and the more I stared at it, an overwhelming desire to suck it came over me. I wasn’t sure how that would go over with mom but I really didn’t care. I knew this was all her idea and she would just have to live with the consequences.

I leaned over and initially just planted a wet kiss on the head of Bill’s cock. And then I let my lips slide down over the bulging glans of his beautiful prick. Both mom and Bill let out large gasps as I’m sure they weren’t expecting anything like that from shy, sheltered, virginal Jill. I proceeded to suck on Bill’s cock with all the suction I could muster. I really wanted him to fill my mouth with his creamy semen. I was prepared to suck on his big cock as long as needed in order to get my reward, assuming neither parent made me stop.

Bill moaned in ecstasy and then I heard mom’s voice urging me on to suck that big dick and make him spurt down my throat. I settled into my routine, knowing that it could take a while. But I guess the whole scene was so erotically charged that Bill couldn’t hold back. And in a disappointingly short time, I felt Bill’s body tense up and then he began to chant, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. And sure enough, jets of semen blasted against the back of my mouth and into my throat. I had no experience so I didn’t know what to do. I tried to swallow as much as I could but the cum was spurting out of his cock faster than I could swallow. I felt some of it squirt out the sides of my mouth. I tried to pull off even though I really wanted to keep sucking his throbbing prick. But Bill cried out not to stop and tightly held my head and continued to pump his huge prick in and out of my teen lips. So I sucked him as hard as I could with the jism still coming from his prick.

Finally it was over although I would have kept sucking that magnificent cock as long as he could stand it. But I knew that after cumming, a man’s cock got super sensitive and all good things had to come to an end.

Step-Dad Bill: I don’t know if it was the unique experience of getting my cock sucked by a beautiful teen while her mother watched, or what, but that was the most mind shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I looked down as my prick slipped from between Jill’s lips. As she sat up I could still see little spurts of cum bubbling out of the slit in my cockhead. Then Katie leaned over and started sucking off the residue of jism that drooled from my prick. Finally, when there was no more to be had, Katie sat up too. There the three of us sat. Too stunned by what had just happened to even utter a word.

Even after cumming down Katie’s throat, I was still super horny. I grabbed my still hard prick and started fisting it. Katie wanted to know what was I doing? I tried to explain that the experience had been so wonderful that I wanted to cum again. Katie had seen me cum several times in a row so she knew it was possible. She told me to go for it and let Jill experience what it was like to actually see streams of semen spurt from a dick.

So with both women intently watching, I jacked the shit out of my dick. I was so freaking horny that it didn’t take long before stream after stream of creamy semen shot out of my cock. The girls loved it. As I lay back, totally wiped out, mother and daughter took turns licking my cock clean of the excess semen.

Daughter Jill: I loved seeing the nut juice spurt out of Bill’s cock. I had seen guys cum on internet videos before but most of the time it would just ooze out. Bill’s jism was like it was shot out of a cannon. I was impressed that he could get off such a powerful second cum so quick after filling my mouth with jism. I was also surprised at how natural it all felt. I’m really glad mom decided to let me get acclimated to having sex with a man by providing Bill’s big cock for me.

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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Kylee

There were four graduate students doing great work in Dr. Edwards’ botany lab. To keep it simple, basically we were working on plant-based solutions to global warming.

One of the sudents was Kylee Jackson. She was a tiny little thing who literally looked more like a pre-teen boy than a woman, even though she was 22 years old. Her height was around 4′ 1″ or 124cm. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty girl, with curly black hair that was only an inch long, and no curves on her body other than her somewhat oversized breasts. She looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn.

But who was looking? I was there for the science, and frankly, this girl was annoying. She was a counter-exampler. That’s another way of saying that pretty much anything I, or anyone on the team said, she’d counter it with a correction. If I said something was 8cm tall, she’d say it was more like 9cm. If I said something concrete, she’d shoot back, that ‘nothing is a fact until proven.’ I’m sure if I had said the sky was blue, she’d say it was closer to cyan. She had a somewhat squeaky little-girl voice to go with her little body.

The other grad students were much easier to get along with. The one thing Kylee had going for her was a beautiful smile. Even I, who didn’t really care for this little girl, noticed that.

For three months we worked on that experiment. I mostly kept the instruments calibrated, while she volunteered to monitor the measurements. That was nice of her since it was the least fun of the work. I started to get used to Kylee.

It started to get weird when sometimes, out of the blue, I mean cyan, she’d say something sort of sexual, generally having to do with masturbation. She was evidently more than a little bit pro-masturbation. I was always thinking, ‘OK Kylee, so you masturbate. Big deal, we all do that.’

It started to get personal, and oddly, I didn’t really mind. One day she started to describe exactly how she masturbates. Like, I really wanted to hear that. Geez! And yet, it made me horny. That evening I jerked off with, of all things, visions of Kylee in mind. I was imagining that little slip of a kid without clothing. Specifically, in my mind, I was noticing her probably smooth and firm little ass, and wondering if she has curly black crotch hair to match the hair on her head. I ejaculated big time, even getting a spurt of cum on my chin.

A day later, she came right out and asked me if I masturbate. I wasn’t shocked. By now, I knew that every time if she and I were alone in the lab, she’d get on the topic of wanking.

“Watch that beaker, it’s about to spill,” I responded, avoiding answering.

She pushed the cup away from the edge of the bench, and just stared at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, yes, I do. Doesn’t everyone?”

She seemed satisfied, and continued with the filtrate. Then, after a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you believe masturbation should be a private matter?”

I really wasn’t comfortable with this conversation, but I said, “I guess not. I mean, logically, why should it be? If people want to wank together, why should anyone stop them?”

Having had just about enough of this confusing girl and her crazy conversations, I blurted out, “I know what you want.”

Dead silence. Then, in a quiet little voice, she asked, “Oh, and what do you think I want?”

I hadn’t really thought it through. It was probably my subconscious answering, “You want to masturbate with me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, holding a Erlenmeyer flask in mid-air, then slowly set it down, turned red in the face, and ran out of the lab.

‘Good,’ I thought. ‘I’d rather work alone anyway.’

My minor anger lasted only a few seconds, to be replaced, beyond my control, with a feeling of remorse, sadness, and guilt. I must have severely hurt her feelings. And she wasn’t that bad really. Kind of nice, actually. I’ll have to apologize.

It took me a few minutes to locate Kylee. I found her in Dr. Edwards’ office using the second computer where she often did research.

I started to apologize, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of a sex freak. I mean, well, I do think about sex and masturbation all the time, and I kind of overflow with it. I shouldn’t have troubled you with my fucked-up obsession.”

“It’s not fucked-up,” I replied, continuing with, “Well, I mean…”

Now it was my turn to blush. “So like I masturbate all the time also. It’s just human nature.”

This is where I said the weirdest, stupidest, yet most successful thing in my life. I said it without thinking it through. “Sometimes images of you come to mind when I jerk off.”

“Really?” Again, her cheeks turned red.

One thing led to another and about three days later found us alone together in my dorm room. We had decided we should masturbate together. It would be like an experiment. A procedure. We’d learn something about how the opposite sex achieves orgasm. We agreed there’d be nothing sexual about it. It was just to be a learning experience.

My roommate was out for the weekend. I thought Kylee and I would throw off our clothes instantly. Getting naked with her was the only thing on my mind for the past 72 hours until we could arrange a time and place. Yet we both hesitated.

Staring stupidly at each other for a minute, she was the first to speak, “How should we do this?”

I found a deck of cards, and we decided strip poker would be the ideal solution. However, after a couple of hands in which I lost one shoe, and she lost both shoes and a sock, we realized it was going too slow. We were crazy with horniness and we both knew it. We switched to drawing a single card each, and whoever got the lowest card had to remove one more item of clothing.

I lost terribly, being down to my underpants while she still hadn’t even removed her sweater yet. I found it rather embarrassing. Why, I don’t know. After all, we both knew we were planning to be naked and masturbating together in just a few minutes. My penis was hard. I couldn’t help it, and I’m sure she could see the outline in my underpants.

“Oh hell,” I blurted, and just pulled my underpants down.

Kylee put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She was frozen like that for a moment, just staring at my cock. Then, slowly, she just started removing all her clothing.

When her bra came off, I was flabbergasted. I had seen many tits in porn, but there she was, big as life, and I do mean big. Oh, her tits weren’t huge, but they were large, and on her small body, they were truly amazing. Her dark aerolae had to be be two inches in diametr. As if my cock wasn’t already hard, I would have become that way instantly.

Once naked, we had a moment of ‘How should we do this?’ Without words, she sat sideways on my roommate’s bed, and I sat on my bed facing her. She kind of reluctantly put her left fingertips on her own right nipple, and her right hand went to her crotch. By the way, she did have curly black hair down there matching the hair on her head. It was uniform, like a carpet. It occurred to me she must keep it trimmed.

In contrast, she could see that I was all shaved down there. It’s what all us young guys do these days. Besides, I like it hairless. It makes masturbation that much better.

I started stroknig my penis up and down slowly. Normally, once I’m hard I go like a million miles an hour, but I was kind of embarrassed to do so fast in front of her. So I went up and down slowly.

Something odd happened. Rather than what I was expecting, that I would cum way too soon, my cock went soft. The harder I willed it to stay hard, the less it cooperated. I kind of mumbled to Kylee that it must be because of the unusualness of the situation.

She mumbled back, “Performance anxiety.” She was probably more of an expert on these matters than I knew.

Again wordlessly, she got up off my roommate’s bed and crossed over to mine, sitting down next to me. She made a motion to grab my penis with her fingertips, but our positions weren’t right so she couldn’t easily reach it.

Simply saying, “Lay down,” she grabbed a rolling chair and came over to the side of the bed, as I complied with her request.

She reached out, and put her fingertips on the head of my cock. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. No one had ever touched my penis but me. Not even a doctor. It was like an electric shock, but better. Way better!

I was hard again in no time, and faster than you can pronounce the word “ejaculation” I was shooting cum all over Kylee’s pretty little hand.

The only thing she said was “Oooh,” in a very appreciative tone.

I had her take my place on my bed. I was going to just start playing with her pussy with my fingertips, but something came over me. I laid down beside her little body, and just kissed her. I hadn’t planed to do that in the slightest. We had planned to just masturbate together. That’s all.

She kissed me back, very passionately. It turned to French kissing. We kept it up for a long time. Oddly, my penis hadn’t softened after ejaculating in her hands. It was hard as it had ever been as we rolled back and forth a little bit on my skinny single bed, still kissing. I felt her amazing boobs pressed against my chest. In that moment, I realized she was the prettiest, most desirable girl in the whole wide world.

We weren’t supposed to do what happened next. During the previous three days we had discussed how we were both masturbation freaks, and we would would masturbate together. That’s all. But nature took over, and I felt her squirm down, breaking our kiss, so her vagina was lined up with my penis. She was kind of squirming to get the head of my cock in her. I wasn’t objecting.

Then, suddenly, I was objecting. I knew we had to do something. We needed protection. Fortunately, I knew where Kevin, my roommate, kept a box of condoms. He had proudly waved it around, showing it to me one day, as if he actually planned to use one. As if he actually had someone to use one with. I ripped open the box and took one out, figuring I’d make my apology to him later.

I tore open the packet and tried unrolling one on my super-hard erection. Kylee had to help. She discovered I had the stupid thing upside down. She flipped it over, and unrolled it over my penis. I almost ejaculated again as she did so. How weird is that? I never orgasm a second time. It takes me hours to recover and wank again.

Awkwardly, we came together again on my bed, and with some pushing and shoving and repositioning I finally got my penis in Kylee, and it was so amazing. She was so warm and friendly inside! Unfortunately, I ejulated almost immediately.

I knew she wanted more so I tried desperately to stay hard and continue sliding back and forth inside her, but my penis softened, and fell out.

I’m not an idiot. I know girls want to orgasm just as much as boys. I kind of knew what to do so I changed my position on the bed so I could put my mouth on her crotch. It smelled wonderful. I had never smelled anything as beautiful as that in my life and knew that without a doubt, I’d be doing much more of all of this in the future. It took a while working my way through her hair and down to her clit, but soon enough I had her writhing and screaming in orgasm. I was so delighted to do that for her, even though I was also concerned about possibly bothering the people in the dorms next door with the noise.

As you can imagine, from that time forward in the lab, Kylee and I were the best of friends and coworkers. Dr. Edwards congratulated us, and wryly added, “I knew you two would hit it off the first time I saw you.”

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Male Faking and Detection

I was asked, “How can men fake orgasms?”

Although that’s a rather nebulous question, here’s my answer, followed by an answer to the obvious next question: “How can you detect whether a man is really orgasming?”

If you’re having intercourse it’s easy. A woman generally can’t tell whether you have ejaculated in her or not. Just tighten your muscles and carry on as if you’re having an orgasm. Same for anal sex. People can’t generally tell whether you came.

In other situations, such as masturbating in front of friends, you could hold a towel or wad of tissue in front of your penis pretending that your orgasming, maybe adding a thrust or two, then quickly throw it away before they have a chance to inspect for actual cum.

This may be more difficult if you’re having trouble getting erect.

If you’re being filmed, you could fill a squirt bulb, a squirt gun, or some sort of small bladder-like device with some milk. Hold it behind your penis so it doesn’t show, then squeeze it at the right time.

As someone else mentioned, dry orgasms are of course easy to fake, but most people, both male and female don’t know what dry orgasms are and won’t believe they’re possible.

However, they are quite possible although they usually take some practice. The big advantage is you can go ahead and enjoy your orgasm, but you won’t ejaculate. Nothing will come out. You can learn how to do it at Dry Orgasm.

Or yet another option is to decide whether you really need to fake the orgasm. Maybe you can just go ahead and cum. Wouldn’t that be fun in the right circumstances?

What about knowing whether a man has orgasmed or is faking? If he’s jerking off it’s pretty obvious when you see cum spurting out of him. But what if he’s dry orgasming, or his prick is buried in someone’s vagina? Well, if you must know whether he orgasmed, keep a close watch on his taint also known as his perinium, the area btween his scrotum and anus. The prostate gland is in that area, and the muscles around the prostate and urethra will contract rhythmically. You can usually see the contractions in that area.

This is something I like to point out when I’d demonstrating dry orgasming. I tell people to watch, or even put a finger on my perinuim in order to feel my urethral contractions.

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Weird Question About Masturbation Habit Answered

How should I come out of my masturbation habit?

Maybe instead you should come out ABOUT your masturbation habit. If you were to admit to discrete friends, family or coworkers that you have a masturbation habit, they may surprise you by telling you that they do too. Most people do. Then, you might find out that there are actually many benefits to masturbation (https://prowank.com/benefits-of-wanking). Although it can become addictive, it usually isn’t. Many people take a few minutes to wank at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day. Not only do they lead perfectly successful lives, they may be more successful than those who are constantly horny, unfocused and frustrated because they won’t allow themselves to masturbate.

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Go-To Fantasy

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

Here is my response followed by my own crazy fantasy.

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

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

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

I believe I’m living proof that one’s fantasies can be quite off-the-wall. Or, at least mine can.

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

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

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

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Why I Became a Prostitute

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well… yeah, there.”

“Did you get wet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both girls shook their heads, ‘No.’

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

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

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

“Do what?” Amy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Watch!” Monica said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sex in High School

By Spurtz

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

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

Sexy ballet shoe toes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Dad Jacks Off For Me

By Spurtz


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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