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Nude Beach Correspondence

Nude beach correspondence

Jeremy and I thought you’d enjoy this email between two friends regarding nude beaches. – Jenelle

Hi [Not disclosed],

<< I have to admit that I am very excited about the idea of going there. I think my exhibitionist tendencies are crying out to be exercised. >>

Every now and then, I really want to go to a nude beach, even if I know nothing will happen. The beach here in San Luis Obispo, County, California, near the town of Avilla Beach, has two sides, each inaccessible from the other unless one goes all the way back to the top, and down a separate trail. One side is typical. The first few hundred yards are occupied by textile college people. One walks past them to the nude section, where there’s a volleyball net, and typically 20 people hanging around without clothes, even on a cloudy day, even at high tide. On a good day, it could be 50 or 60 nude people. It is very conservative. Nudity only. In fact, there’s a 30-something dude, a nut-case I’m guessing, who is said to live on the beach, who bothers people if they get too sexual in any way. He even came up to me one time and told me not to stare at the women (which I hadn’t been doing). I have enjoyed walking on that side and doing nothing other than collecting seaglass, maybe reading a book, then going home – all naked of course. I think it is an exhibitionist thing.

The other side is interesting. The last 30 feet is nearly vertical, so someone drove a stake into the ground years ago and tied rope to it. One has to lower oneself down with that rope. You can lean out, with your feet against the rock wall, so it’s not physically difficult. However, due to my [not disclosed] injury from so long ago, or maybe just due to acrophobia, it scares me too much, so I never went down that rope. The thing is, that’s known as an ‘anything goes’ beach. It’s supposedly mostly gay, but families and children can show up there also. On the other hand, I’m told that there can be a number of unsavory characters on that beach. I don’t know what that means. Could it mean a bunch of clothed non-participating male observers, as such nude beaches in California tend to have? Could it mean creepy guys who want to talk others into buttfucking? I have no idea. I would really like to go there and just jerk off while observing the people, and being observed, if it weren’t for that damned rope.

<< I am really tempted to head over there this weekend but I don't want to waste a trip to find out there's hardly anybody there. Even if nothing happens, just the idea of being there with my dick on display is exciting. Not that it's anything special to look at and may not mean shit to anybody else, but I know it will make me feel good. >>

I completely understand that!

<< It was 84 today so the weather would be great for beach-going. It will still be in the mid-70's over the weekend but rain is forecast both days. >>

I hope you’ve already left and are there at the beach now! And, I’m guessing you’ll have plenty of nude company.

<< When my last wife and I went to some of the nude beaches on Mykonos in Greece, I attempted to get a hard on but was unsuccessful. I got it about half hard. I think I was intimidated in some way. >>

I have the same problem. Sometimes it is hard for me to get hard (pun intended) in a new group for at least the first half-hour. I think it’s a self-training phenomenon. We learned to not spring boners in high-school locker rooms, or in any situation where we might be jeered or worse. Now, we are so well trained, that we can’t get hard even though we consciously know it is OK to do so. My first time at the Masturbate-a-thon, surrounded by over a hundred wanking people of both sexes, it took me over an hour to get hard.

<< Unfortunately I am a grower not a shower so unless my cock is partially hard, it's not that big. One thing that I found distracting was the beach had young men coming around to all of the beachgoers to see if they wanted a drink or food. These guys were fully dressed. As long as they stayed away, I was comfortable with my nudity but as soon as one of them stopped by, I was embarrassed. >>

Same thing on that, too. I went to an abandoned rock quarry just outside Ashland, Oregon which was a well-known nudist place, with three friends. It was a cool day, so it was a bit chilly to be clothes-free. I think all of us wanted it to be warmer, and all were quite aware it was a nude scene, and came along with me willingly. We arrived, and there were about 20 people there, all clothed. I, and one of my male friends became naked. Another friend, female, took off all her clothes for like 90 seconds, then dressed again. Since everyone else was clothed, I felt very weird about being naked, and soon my clothes were back on also.

<< Strange, huh? My wife was super comfortable with her nudity but then she had by far the best body on the beach so I can see why she was ok with it. >>

I’m glad for her. Some of the prettiest women have unaccountable body dysmorphia.

<< Of course, unlike a man with an erection, women have no way to demonstrate sexual excitement. >>

Gosh, I wish they did. It is a strange form of inequality:)

I will be OK with just a partial hard-on if that’s the best I can do. When I was in Mykonos I made no attempt to stroke my cock. I was just trying to will it hard. This time I won’t make that mistake.

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The earlier email:

I don’t know about that beach, but many have bushes and coves where one can do what one wants with one’s fellow humans:)

Subject: Re: Nude beach

But another website I saw said that this beach straddles the county line between two counties. The northernmost part of the beach, where the nudity goes on, is in one county and it’s legal there. Like a lot of information on areas like this, the true facts are sketchy. But it doesn’t sound like there is much enforcement going on in any event. I plan to wear a long T-shirt but no pants. So it will be easy to stay covered or to be exposed depending upon the circumstances.

One website said that if lewd behavior is being practiced and somebody calls the cops, they will come out. But other than that, they stay away. So I guess if you want to engage in any sexual contact, you just want to make sure nobody sees you doing it.

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Yet earlier email:

Interesting. I looked it up. From Wikipedia: “[not disclosed] County has an ordinance that prohibits nudity in public places. [Not disclosed] Beach is within the jurisdiction of [not disclosed] County thus the nudity ordinance is enforceable by county and state law officers as well as federal park rangers.[4] The laws are rarely or erratically enforced, however, affording the beach a de facto clothing-optional status.”

It also looks like it will cost you $15/day for parking.

Cheers, – [not disclosed]

—–Original Message—–

Subject: Nude beach

I was reading a story about a guy’s experience on a nude beach and he mentions that it’s near [not disclosed]. So I looked it up and sure enough there is one. It’s called [not disclosed] and it’s maybe 25 minutes from my house. When spring gets here I will have to check it out. It’s actually warm enough now to go there but I’m thinking it will be more populated in the spring. If I went now, I might be the only person there.

According to the story, he and a guy he met at the beach jacked off together. I should be so lucky.

To find out all about an anything-goes nude beach in San Francisco, check out MarshallsBeach.com.

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Swinger Memoir

I’ve been involved in swinger activities for a number of years. When my wife and I first started, it was with a like-minded neighbor couple. We used to get together with this other couple frequently and socialize. Despite being very close friends, the subject of trading wives had never come up.

But one evening we were visiting at their house and we all had a bit too much to drink and it just happened. I had gone into the kitchen to freshen my drink and when I came back to the living room, my wife was sucking Larry’s cock. My initial reaction was a fit of rage but as I saw her lips caressing his throbbing penis I got strangely turned on. Melissa, Larry’s wife, called to me and I walked over to her, unable to take my eyes off of my wife Sandy’s bobbing head. As I continued to stare, Melissa unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening penis. She peeled back my foreskin and sucked the head into her mouth.

Before the night was over I had fucked Melissa twice and although my attention was diverted from what Larry and Sandy were doing, I’m pretty sure he shagged her at least three times. She told me later that he had even fucked her in the ass, something I had never done with her.

The funny thing about the whole experience was that after the last cum, all four of us lay naked on the bed together and talked about how much fun we’d all had. No recriminations and no hard feelings. Even as we lay there and talked, Sandy continued to fondle Larry’s now limp penis and I gently stroked Melissa’s wet clit.

This was the beginning of our swinger life. We managed to get together with Larry and Melissa a couple of times a week. It was always the four of us together. There was something about sharing the experience that really made it enjoyable. I’ve never been able to fully understand it but it gave me great joy to see Larry’s erect prick slamming into Sandy’s wet cunt. As our meetings progressed I learned how much fun it was to suck another man’s cock while the two women lapped each other’s pussies. One of my favorite things to do was to literally pull Larry’s cock out of my wife’s pussy and suck her juices off of it. Larry had a really nice cock and when he got hard it was like a bar of steel. I grew to love his dick as much as I loved his wife’s sopping wet cunt. And he sucked mine with equal enthusiasm.

Our love of swinging sex with Larry and Melissa led us to wonder what it would be like to broaden our experience. Larry had learned about a swinger club that operated in our town. It was in a very large, but old mansion. Two lesbian women owned the house and held swinger parties there about every third week. It was by invitation only and no singles allowed. I never did know exactly how Larry got us an invite but he did.

There was a fee to attend but the house supplied condoms and lube as well as snacks and drink mix. Plus clean linen on the beds. If you wanted the hard stuff you had to bring your own. Fresh, clean white towels were in abundance for clean-up purposes and there was always a need for clean-up. By the end of an evening at the club, a generous amount of cum and pussy juice had been secreted.

The house rules stated that men had to be totally naked. Sandals were supplied for your feet. Women were allowed to wear teddies or a loose cover up but after the first hour or two pretty much everybody there was naked. I suspect that the invitations were limited to a certain age group. My estimate is the age of the members ranged from about 30 to 45. And everybody was quite fit. Other rules were you were free to invite anyone to have sex with you but “no” meant “no.” Anybody who was overly pushy was asked to leave, never to return. I only saw one couple ejected and surprisingly it wasn’t the guy who broke the rule but it was his wife who constantly pestered one of the male members who had politely refused her advances on numerous occasions.

On our first few visits Sandy and I had kept our sexual activities limited to Larry and Melissa. But at one point, an extremely good looking guy, with a very impressive erect penis, had approached Sandy. I could tell she was immediately interested. She looked at me with a question in her eyes and I slightly nodded.

The house layout had two main large rooms that had originally had been the living and dining rooms. It also had a large number of bedrooms. Although the large rooms were more of a communal meeting area, some sex occurred there. I’ll be honest, I was totally shocked when Sandy and the new guy, who I later learned was named Rex, wasted no time whatsoever. They sat down together on a couch and within minutes she was sucking his large dick and that quickly led to her laying back while Rex shoved his dick in her pussy. She had her legs up over his shoulders and he pounded away with a real frenzy. They ended up spending the entire evening together going off into various rooms. She told me after we got home that he had fucked her five times and she sucked him off twice more. She admitted it was the best sex she’d ever had.

Now you would think I would be upset hearing that. But truthfully, I was just happy for her. As we had sex with more and more different partners, we both learned that it made us happy when our significant other had a great experience. Sandy and Rex fucked on a fairly regular basis but slowly the novelty wore off and she tried out other partners. I had a few women who I was partial to and they were to me, and we regularly had sex together. Sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with a third or fourth partner, usually including my wife and/or Larry and Melissa.

There was a surprising amount of male to male and female to female sex that occurred. In my younger days I had always assumed that same sex action occurred only between gays but my eyes were opened to the fact that almost every person there was bi-sexual. They just enjoyed sex and it didn’t matter what the partner’s gender might be. Then one thing occurred that I thought I would never do. Sandy and I were in a foursome with another couple. They were a bit younger than we were. She was very cute with a perfect body. The guy was in great shape but had a relatively small penis. Probably about 5-1/2” long and slim. Actually that is about the average penis length but I had noticed that as a group, most of the club members had larger than average cocks.

Anyway, I was fucking his wife Marie in the missionary position while Sandy sucked his dick. I wasn’t paying too much attention to them when I felt fingers wiping some lube on my asshole. Before I totally realized what was happening, John was penetrating my ass with his hard cock. It slid right in and although I had always said I would never let anybody fuck me in the ass, it actually felt really good. My wife knew of my aversion to being ass-fucked and was getting quite a kick out of me having a dick up my ass. I learned later that she put him up to it. She figured with his small size that it wouldn’t be that difficult to penetrate my ass.

I have to be honest, the sensation of my hard cock pumping Marie’s tight pussy while John thrusted his cock in and out of my rectum was almost more pleasurable than anyone had a right to expect. It wasn’t that long before I felt John’s cream spurting in my asshole and that triggered my orgasm and I flooded her cunt with a major cum load. Then as John pulled his cum covered cock out of me, Sandy grabbed his dick and sucked it clean while Marie did the same thing to me.

After we got home that’s all we could talk about. We relived the experience over and over. I sucked her clit to several orgasms and she coaxed another one out of me with her expert oral action. That led to a few days later her ordering a strap-on online. The cock on the strap-on was bigger than John’s and it took a bit of getting used to by me as it was initially a bit painful. I never understood what a woman gets out of using a strap-on but she said it gave her a feeling of power and that she usually had an orgasm. She had become extremely orgasmic as our sex experiences expanded, so I didn’t doubt that fucking me could make her cum.

She took the stupid thing to the club and she talked both Larry and Rex into letting her fuck their ass as well as several other willing club members. There was one guy in particular who really got off on her fucking his ass. He would get on all fours as she knelt behind him and fucked away. You could see his big hard dick dangling down and after ten minutes or so of her banging away, huge streams of jism would spurt from his dick. This became the talk of the club and it got to where they would do it in one of the main rooms with many members grouped around watching. The guy admitted to Sandy that her strap-on gave him the best orgasms of his life. Any time we were at the club and he showed up, he would beg her to fuck his ass. And she would. I told her she should start charging him a fee.

There was one gal who I was particularly taken with. She was probably the youngest woman there and was only 23 or 24. Her husband was older. Maybe 35. She had a very athletic body which I find especially attractive and a terrific set of real tits without any sag at all. She had a beautiful face and of course was in great demand but she was very particular about who she had sex with. Fortunately I was one she liked. Sandy used to tease the hell out of me about Gina preferring me over some of the studs that were members. Gina and her husband didn’t come regularly, maybe every other couple of months. But when she was there she always looked me up and I was only too happy to oblige. But the odd thing was, her husband did not want her to fuck anybody. Only blowjobs or handjobs. She preferred blowjobs. In fact she once told me she would rather suck a dick than fuck one. I don’t know if that was true or if she was just sticking to the party line.

No matter. Whatever the truth was, the girl sure loved to suck a cock. She gave, without a doubt, the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. It’s hard to describe exactly what she did that made her blowjobs so good. Part of it was she literally worshipped my cock the whole time she was licking and sucking it. To her, it was like my cock was the only thing that existed in the world. She would pull her lips off of it and then stare at my dick like it was the most wonderful thing in existence. She was also adept at deep throat. I’m only about 7-inches so it wasn’t a major feat to deep throat me but the frosting on the cake was as she took my entire length, her tongue would flick out and lick my balls.

On several of the times when she sucked me off, Sandy would be there just watching. Not participating in any way because she didn’t want to be a distraction. But she was hoping to learn what this girl’s secret was because I had raved about the quality of her blowjobs. And it paid off. Sandy became the second best cocksucker in the world. She never fully approached Gina’s competence level but came close enough to make me happy. Even Larry commented about how great her blowjobs had become.

I know it’s probably hard for some of you to believe, but our swinging lifestyle has really cemented our relationship. I love Sandy with all my heart but there’s nothing wrong with mind-blowing sex with other partners. Feeling those spurts of cum go down some stranger’s throat or vagina makes living really worthwhile.

That’s it for now.

My Sister and Her Friends Had a Most Incredible Request

My twin sister Junie, and her two friends came to my bedroom door all giggly, as usual. They had a request, and it couldn’t have been stranger if they asked me to reverse the earth’s poles.

They unraveled their request slowly, all hesitant, shy, and goofy. At first I thought I understood, but when they got to the heart of the matter, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was immediately embarrassed.

It seems the three girls were teamed up in biology class to do a simple little project. They were to bring in something to examine under a microscope.

I figured they wanted me to pull the wings off a bug or something. Cool, I could do that. But why all the giggles?

"No," Junie said, seemingly almost frustrated by my lack of understanding. "Not a bug. We need some sperm."

I couldn't even think of an answer, while I'm sure my face turned beet red. My first impulse was to slam the bedroom door on the three of them and yell 'Fuck off.' I mean, the whole notion was way too embarrassing.

On the other hand, at 16, my hormones were always raging. I had not yet even seen a real live vagina. Well, maybe Junie when we were four or five years old, but that didn't count. I started to mull the possibilities over in my head. I came to realize it would be pretty cool. I could jerk off, hand them a little bottle of sperm, and they'd know I did it, and they'd have a sort of souvenir. On yet another hand, that would be admitting that I masturbated, something that just wasn't done among people our age back then. But what if? What if I did that for them? Wouldn't it be the coolest thing in the world to provide them a sperm sample? I started to cave in, the hormones in me were winning over my cautious intelligence.

"OK," I said in a strange voice. I sounded a bit too high-pitched, and kind of shaky. Weird. I repeated in a stronger voice, "OK, sure, since you're my sister, and since you girls need it for school. Just don't tell anyone where it came from, alright?"

Suddenly, I regretted saying that I would do it. I hadn't thought it through, but if they had sperm in their biology class, they'd pretty surely tell everyone where it came from. My face got redder thinking about everyone in the school knowing I jerked off, and by gosh, maybe they'd make mental pictures of me jerking off. How embarrassing! I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

"I changed my mind," I said, somewhat more forcefully than I intended, trying to keep my voice from going high and shaky again.

"Oh, come on. It's for science," Kathy cajoled.

We went back and forth a bit, me and the three girls, but finally after they promised profusely that they wouldn't reveal the source, I did relent. Hormones again.

I had an empty bottle from an old chemistry set in my room. I started to close the door telling them I'd fill the bottle and give it to them in a little while.

"No, we need to watch," Junie stated.

"Yeah, yeah," the other two girls chimed in.

"Why?"

"Because…. um, because we need to know that it's real sperm, not something fake you could put in the bottle."

You'd think I'd object to that, but I immediately pictured, well, I don't know what exactly, something about the three girls all naked, and me naked, and maybe getting a handjob or a blowjob or something, especially from Kathy. Or the other girl, Nicole, for that matter. Nikky was a supe-hot looking girl with Korean parents. She didn't even realize how incredibly sexy she was with that super-long straight black hair of hers. My imagining was all quite nebulous, but it was a strongly sexual notion. I could feel a stirring in my pants.

I pretended to object, and be all sheepish, but I was all set for whatever might happen next. And yet, I didn't make any move. What should I do, just whip my pants off in front of these girls? That would be inelegant, to say the least. Maybe somehow tell them they had to get naked first? Sure, but how, exactly, would I justify that?

I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I ended up totally naked in front of them, and none of the three girls removed a stitch. I think in retrospect, I didn't need to remove my T-shirt, but it seemed appropriate at the time, so I was, in fact, fully naked.

My penis was immediately hard and I felt many things at once: I was feeling a sort of shame, like I was doing something wrong. I had to remind myself it was 'for science.' I felt sexually excited, of course. And, I felt proud. My dick had only recently come into its full size, and I had a nice nest of black hair around my balls with a slight trail leading up toward my belly button. And, I have to admit, my body, although perhaps a bit slim, was pretty athletic.

"That's it?" Kathy asked. "I thought your penis would be bigger."

That set me back for a second, but Junie stepped right up to the plate and said, "It seems huge to me." The world was right again:)

"Come on, masturbate," Nicole commanded. I was surprised she even knew the word.

So I did. I started to pull my foreskin up and down and all too soon, I was saying, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gunna cum."

My sister grabbed the little bottle, and held it near the tip of my dick. I was out of control, and started spurting. She only got a couple of drops in the bottle. The rest landed on the floor. And it was much more cum than usual.

It was probably the strongest orgasm of my life. My knees were so weak I had to sit down on the edge of my bed. The girls had been dead silent during the procedure. Kathy broke the silence saying, "That's it? I thought there'd be a lot more sperm than that." I decided right then that I didn't really like Kathy all that much, but mostly, I was in the combination of the afterglow of a super orgasm, and at the same time, I was becoming very, very shy. No, more than shy. Concerned that I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have been naked and jerked off in front of the girls.

As soon as I could, I put on my pants, and politely shooed the the girls, with their little bottle, out of my room.

It took me several days to recover. I jerked off several times reliving the experience. But I also had several bouts of absolute fear, like I burned down a house or something. I was sure the whole school would be talking about me.

Nothing happened, and so after a week, it was entirely forgotten.

Then, a knock at my bedroom door. I could tell it was the three of them again. I could hear them tittering.

"What?" I asked as I opened the door.

"The sample didn't work," Junie said. "By the time we got to school, it was kind of melted or something. We couldn't see any sperm in it. We need another sample. This time we'll refrigerate it."

Sometimes I'm very proud of my quick mind. I answered, "Not unless you girls participate also."

Mom and Two Guys on the Nude Beach

You know about my crazy mother. She’s the cause of the picture on the internet. It’s similar to the picture shown above, but worse.

Mom invited Gary, my best friend at the time, and I to the nude beach, and he was all up for it, as was I, even though we just thought it would be a fun time on the beach in which we’d happen to be clothes-free, nothing more. I should have known that with my mother, it’s never as simple as that.

So we get there, and it’s a warm but breezy day. We get our clothes off. Gary can’t stop complimenting my mom on how she looks. I have to admit, she is a hot chick. She started her usual talking all sexy bit. She wanted to know how big Gary was when erect. She finally talked him into showing her, right there on the beach in front of everyone. You have to know, it isn’t that kind of nude beach!

He started to wank himself to become erect. I was shocked! I didn’t think Gary had a sexual bone in his body. He and I had only played video games, watched movies, messed around with some sports, and ate at each other’s house from time to time. My mother, in the meantime, is lightly running a finger over one of her nipples, and moving her other hand around on her shaved pussy. Gary being erect, and my mom doing that was too much for me, and I became erect also.

There were like twenty people watching us at this point, some discretely from a distance, but about six came right up close, watching, smiling. One guy held up a phone and asked if he could take our picture. I was about to say “No way!” but Mom shushed me with a look, and said “Of course.” I felt like I was in a trap.

Mom instructed us to stand up, one guy on each side of her. She put one hand around each hard penis, and said “Smile.”

We smiled, and in that moment, history was made. Mom asked the guy to email her the photo.

The next thing I know, it’s on Twitter. Mom posted it on her account. Me! Standing there next to Mom and Gary, with an erection, and my mother holding my dick. Now, I like porn as much the next guy, so browsing the web, I’ve stumbled across that picture a half-dozen times. Evidently it’s gone slightly viral. Every time it practically gives me a heart attack. I mean, I feel a shot of adrenaline every time I come across myself with a boner on my computer, just knowing that thousands of people have seen me like that.

I don’t know what to think. It scares me that anyone can see me being erect on their phone or computer. It also makes me proud. I’m not a half-bad looking guy, and that picture is rather bold. I mean, I’m there with my erection, and all is well with the world in that photo. I’m kind of OK with that, although I’d probably have some explaining to do with Gary also in the picture. Like “Hey, I’m not gay.” Although, really, does it matter?

But some day, one of my coworkers, someone from church, or someone I know is going to say, “Hey, I saw you on the Internet.” How am I going to feel, how am I going to react when that happens?

Masturbate-A-Thon, Another Perspective

A Detailed Report on the Masturbate-A-Thon

I attended the annual Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco. I went three years running. Every year was better than the last. I considered it the world’s greatest sex party. This was my first year. About 120 people showed up, 70% male, 30% female. The idea was to wank for charity. Like a walk-a-thon, friends, family and coworkers pledged. But pledges weren’t amounts of money for miles covered. It was for minutes masturbated, or in a few cases, for number of orgasms.

I had to overcome some serious shyness to ask friends and coworkers, “Hey, I’m going to the Masturbate-A-Thon, do you want to pledge some money?” Surprisingly, eight of them did pledge. They were all quite supportive. I expected some would be shocked, maybe even giving me religious anti-masturbation lectures or something. But no, none of that. I invited all them to attend with me, but none did.

I invited my wife, and she said “OK.” But then day before the event was to take place, she backed out, and was mad at me because I still wanted to attend. I was sad she wouldn’t be there with me, but wouldn’t have missed it for the world!

I showed up an hour early and volunteered to help out. I helped a guy move hand trucks full of snacks and soda, I ran a floor sweeper and things like that. A couple of the volunteers were naked. Most were clothed. I took my clothes off, felt silly, then put them back on. One guy, a fellow I’ve mentioned in other articles here on Sex270, was not only naked, but sporting a boner, as he climbed up a ladder to run a video cable to the stage area.

Oh, yes, people who signed a waiver and got a purple wrist band would be videoed if they so chose. The video was a live internet feed, and a downloadable video would follow. At one point, to my total surprise, I found myself on that stage getting a handjob from none other than Nina Hartley, one of the world’s greatest porn stars, while clothed technicians with big handheld video cameras were filming me, sometimes quite close. That ended all too soon. (No, I didn’t cum in her hands.)

Nina Hartley attended the Masturbate-A-Thon
Nina Hartley

All in all, it was a spectacular party. It wasn’t just that over a hundred strangers got naked together and jerked off, most managing to edge, to hold it in, for hours. It was much more too. It was great conversation and companionship.

I want to tell you the most erotic part of the whole thing, what I remember most, and what makes me most horny when I look back on it, even to this day. And, it isn’t anything you probably would have guessed. The thing that I really remember is that once, during our allotted 5-minute break every hour, I had to go pee. I had to walk through a narrow hallway that was crowded with an assortment of clothed people. There were San Francisco dignitaries, news people, and others. Some were coming from or going to the viewing gallery, where some people had paid $40 per head not to participate, but only to watch. Go figure!

So, squeezing stark naked through the crowded hallway, with my boner sticking out at a strong right angle, I was like ‘excuse me, excuse me.’ At one point, I turned sort of sideways, and slipped past an elegant youngish woman dressed in a business suit and high heels. As I passed, my penis brushed against her hip. I quietly said, “Sorry,” and she just smiled.

So that’s the thing. The whole giant party was spectacular, with all tons of jerking off, all sorts of female and male people to watch, to talk with, and who were watching me as we all wanked together. But that momentary little brush against the woman’s hip is the thing that really gets me, even to this day.

By the way, the longest participant set a Guinness world record that day, lasting eight hours and 43 minutes. I was the third longest at 8:20. I don’t know how I lasted that long, but I did, and it was glorious all the way through. I actually quit, letting myself cum with a huge ejaculation, at 8:20 because I was afraid of actually being the ‘winner.’ I didn’t think I would want that publicity.

You’d think I’d be sore, maybe tired the next day, but no, I jerked off a couple of times the next day, just remembering what had happened.

Luke’s Pond

Embarrassing erection and more at Luke's Pond
Not Luke’s Pond, but the scene was somewhat like this.

I almost envy the older guys who have trouble getting it up. My problem has always been the opposite. I’m erect more often, an in more inappropriate situations than I should be. Or, at least so I thought.

It started in grade school. I’d be asked to come to the front of the class to speak, or draw on the board or something, and I’d have to hunch over in an attempt to hide the erection in my pants. It wasn’t always successful, and more than once both the girls and the boys laughed at me.

In middle school, we had gym class and had to change and shower in front of the other guys. That’s when I learned that certain things will mark you as ‘gay’ and in our limited young boy society at the time, that was considered a bad thing. I didn’t do anything to deserve the label. All I did was have an erection when changing and seeing the other boys in various states of undress. It would have been even worse if there were any girls in there, but of course there weren’t.

In the first year of high school, I was invited to go skinny dipping at Luke’s Pond, a local hangout for the older kids. The younger kids were never allowed there, and so I knew only vaguely about it. It felt like a super-honor to be invited. Finally, I was old enough. But, I couldn’t go. People would see my erection, and I’d be teased to the ends of the earth. Oh, and I so wanted to go to Luke’s Pond! It would have been my first time to see real live girls up close and nude.

Suddenly, I decided, “Fuck it, I’m going!” I was thinking of Radar O’Reilly, a character in an old TV series. He was flawed. He was short, wore glasses, had a high, hesitant voice and could have been the type of person who would just have given up on being socially accepted. But no, he was just himself, and he was accepted in his group. Then, when it came to the important stuff, he utilized his talents (exceptional ability to hear and know things slightly in advance), was a caring individual, and good at his work.

I could be myself, too, couldn’t I? Now, I didn’t have any special talents, other than the ability to have an erection at the worst times, but whatever, right?

So, with my heart in my throat, I rode my bike over to Luke’s Pond. As I approached, I saw about a dozen nude bodies, and some were indeed girls! One was Cindy, a chick I would have loved to get to know, if only she didn’t have eyes only for the ‘cool’ guys. But there she was, with her big, glorious boobs, and spectacular ass, naked as the day she was born! She was even better looking nude than I had imagined. And there was Sandra, looking sexy even if surprisingly blubbery in her slightly overweight condition. Being naked only enhanced her fetching smile. Oh, my god, I noticed that she had shaved her crotch area. I could make out the slot of her pussy with a bit of inner labia showing.

Of course my dick was already hard in my pants. I had to ride the last few hundred feet standing up because sitting kind of hurt my stiff dick a bit, being caught up in my underwear.

The big moment came. People said “Hi” as I arrived. They didn’t tease me, as had so often been the case. Let’s face it, if since grade school you’ve been mocked for erections, the teasing doesn’t stop there. You become everyone’s go to person for making fun of, for picking on.

OK, the big plunge, and I don’t mean into the water. The time was here to disrobe in front of these people. With actual fear, so much fear that I was shaking a little bit, I took off my shorts and T-shirt, and quickly jumped into the water, my erection waving in front of me as I ran along the little muddy beach.

I was expecting an actual wave of laughter, or perhaps mockery, or at least pointing and snickering. But nothing. Just a few variations of “Hi Ron.”

Well, I couldn’t stay in the water forever, so finally, I came out, still erect, walked over to a log and sat down. “Let them see it. No big deal,” I was trying to tell myself.

And it turns out it was no big deal. In retrospect, it was quite the opposite. For the first time ever, Ralph was willing to talk to me. Not snort, not tease, not laugh. He started an earnest conversation. Oh, it was nothing special, just about the broken old car his father had given him that he planned to fix up some day. But, he was talking in earnest to me!

Jim came over. Pretty soon the three of us were sitting on the log, like old friends. Them with their soft penises, me with my erection. After awhile, my erection actually went down, at least until Cindy came over and joined us. I kept staring at those boobs of hers. Oh, I so wanted to just reach out and touch them.

My erection grew again. No one said anything. Then, to my absolute surprise, Ralph said, “Hey Ron, nice boner!” The thing was, I could tell by his voice, that he wasn’t mocking. He was seriously complimenting my penis. At least I hoped that’s what was happening.

Then Cindy floored me. “Can I touch it?”

All I could say was “Um…”

She took that as a yes, took a couple of steps over to the log where I was sitting as I spread my legs further apart in invitation.

Cindy reached out, first lightly touching the head of my penis with her fingertips, then wrapping her hand around it. “Oh, it feels so good to hold,” she exclaimed. Then, “Here Julie, check it out,” as she moved aside for tall, sexy, dark-skinned Julie who had joined us.

Julie wrapped her black hand around my penis, and instinctually started moving her hand up and down.

“Oh, stop, I’m going to cum,” I horsely whisper-shouted. She let go immediately, and the pre-orgasmic feeling hovered for a minute then subsided.

Looking around, I was delighted to discover that I was no longer the only boy with an erection. By now, all 12 of us were gathered around the log. It seems I was the focus of attention, but all the other boys were standing there watching Julie and me with full erections. Some were idly stroking themselves.

George asked Julie, “Can I try?” She reluctantly let go of my penis, which she had resumed holding but not stroking and moved aside. No one said, “George, are you gay?” They were very accepting of whatever it was that was happening.

George put his hand on my cock, and I came instantly. Arching my back, moaning against my better judgment, wanting to not let on that I was in the throes of an amazing orgasm, but there was nothing I could do. I, was beyond my control.

It occurred to me that I ejaculated in a boy’s hand, not a girl. I didn’t want to be known as ‘gay.’ On the other hand, I was so blissed out, what did it matter?

The summer wore on. It turned out that George wasn’t gay, or at least I don’t think so. He was what I later came to know as bisexual, as was I. The fifteen or so kids who frequented Luke’s Pond became very good friends indeed. We had decided early on, after quite a bit of discussion, that we would keep our activities to masturbatory things. For the girls, us guys learned quickly how to tickle a girl’s clit until she cums. We learned how to kiss vaginas with lots of wet, sloppy tongue action. The girls, and sometimes the boys, learned how to give blowjobs without scraping with their teeth. We talked about sex all the time, but we all figured it was just too risky.

I kept being the boner boy – the most erect one in the group, but all the boys did have erections from time to time. We’d frequently jerk each other off if the girl’s weren’t giving us handjobs. It was all OK. The word ‘gay’ disappeared from our mutual vocabulary.

The strange part about the whole thing is that I, the former laughing stock, the one who was always teased, became not only totally accepted by the group, but when school started again, I was almost like a celebrity. People talked with me. They accepted my opinions. They even asked for my opinion on various things. I was exactly who I wanted to be, erection and all!

Like Shaolins

I attend a dojo where I’m learning to be a protector. I’d like to be strong, and able to defuse any altercation, even if my physical participation is required.

Fortunately our sensei, our instructor, is like-minded. He strongly believes in violence only in defense, never in offense.

To that end, we work not only on physical feats that would help us in a fight, but also NVC – Non-Violent Communication. Sensei is also very open-minded, always willing to explore new techniques.

Our dojo is in an old school building. Some of the other classrooms used to be for other adult education, such as pottery making and GED. These days, the only tenant left in the building is our dojo. We have the whole building to ourselves including the gym and showers.

It started before I came to the school. What I’m talking about is that after our sessions, we all shower together. We’ve all become good friends and so the communal showers are wonderful. They’re freeing. So much so that some of us will masturbate while sitting on the benches in the locker room and conversing.

I was delightfully shocked when I first saw it. In my first couple of weeks there, I was hanging out in the locker room, naked like the other guys. I had already learned that it was OK to be erect among the sensei and the other students, since I had seen several of them in that state. But on that day, I was talking with George about motorcycles or something, and as he was sitting there, he started idly stroking his erection. Right in front of me and the other people there!

Pretty soon, he drifted out of the conversation, in his own little world, and as the others of us continued our conversations, he tightened up, grunted, and sprayed sperm on the floor. The other guys didn’t pay any attention at all, other than a smile or two in George’s direction.

It took months before I was comfortable doing what George did in the locker room. But, once I finally felt free enough to do so, I was doing it all the time, and even did a bit of mutual jacking with some of the guys.

Sensei showed us YouTube videos from time to time of Shaolin monks and others who we aspired to emulate. One time, he showed us a video that included the monks hitting each other in the balls to toughen up that vulnerable area.

We discussed it a little in class, but later in the shower, we all discussed it in more detail. We decided that might be a good idea. All of us naked guys started playfully punching and lightly kicking each other in the balls. We got a little bolder, and started hitting each others balls harder until it started to hurt. A great time was had by all, and most of use were erect. Needless to say, all of us sat on the benches and had a nice circle jerk to end the evening. We repeated variations of this on many occasions. No one seems to have developed any more resistance to ball busting except for Sensei. I don’t know how he does it, but we can hit him in the balls pretty damn hard, and he doesn’t even wince.

Someone came up with the crazy idea of glans rubbing. Based on a Japanese technique called kitohzeme, also known as ‘apple polishing,’ we decided that the ability to withstand great discomfort is good for us.

To work on this technique, we have an old massage table in the locker room. We’ll take turns getting on the table, and being rubbed by another member of the group. The basic idea is that the guy on the table will be made erect. Then, oil is applied to the tip of his penis. The oil is also applied to the palm of one of the hands of the person who is going to administer the treatment. The administrator then wraps the fingers of one hand around the shaft of the recipient’s penis, and rubs that oiled palm over the tip of his penis.

If you’ve never had that done, you’re in for a real treat. Or, maybe it’s not a treat. It all depends on your perspective. It’s a crazy, horrible tickle sort of feeling. The man receiving the treatment will squirm and yell, and try to get away. Therefore, others in the group surround the massage table and hold him down.

At first, we used safewords. If a guy felt it was just too much, he could say ‘stop’ or something, to end the torment. Then, we decided since there’s no physical danger – you can’t get damaged, that we’d put an end to the use of safewords.

Well, there is one danger. One must use sufficient oil to avoid chaffing the glans. That’s sort of like sunburn. It can take a few days to heal. But with sufficient lubrication, it could potentially last all day without any harm whatsoever.

So anyway, we’ve taken to doing this to each other. Eventually, the torturous nature of the treatment changes into something more calm. After three or four minutes, it starts to feel really, really nice. It’s kind of a combination of a tickle, a gotta pee feeling, and a gonna cum feeling, but generally, we don’t ejaculate or urinate.

We have all done it at times, and we have all received it. Some are better at withstanding this torment than others.

However, I’ve seen all sorts of outcomes. Some guys will suddenly, involuntarily release urine. Some will cum. Most will stay dry, so to speak, but will endure the effect only with lots of yelling, laughing and carrying on. A few, like Sensei, and I’m proud to say, myself, can take it in total silence. Oh, sure we twist hard against the people holding us down, and we wince, making all sorts of interesting faces, but he and I can stay silent.

A few months ago, two college women wanted to join our dojo. The two of them were recently written up in our city newspaper for having apprehended a man who assaulted another man and stole his money. Evidently, without knowing any self-defense techniques, they managed to kick the shit out of the robber.

We discussed admitting them to the dojo with Sensei, and mutually decided that it would be sexist and just plain mean not to let them join. Besides, they were our kind of people: Protectors.

The issue, the elephant in the room, was what to do about our locker room situation. I swear, more good things came from the hour in the locker room after class than during class itself.

Sensei decided to take the matter head on. He informed the two women exactly what we do after class, and let them know they were invited. He also instructed all of us that nothing overtly sexual should happen. No one was to penetrate anyone’s anything with the exception of fingers. Those, we could put anywhere, with the recipients’ permission. It was good he had mentioned penetration, because there had been some joking and kidding around about anal sex, and no doubt it might have started happening among us guys if not regulated.

To my absolute delight, the two young women joined us young guys in our locker room activities. And, they fit right in! Whereas we guys were experimenting with ballbusting, the girls found that being kicked in the vagina was in ways similar. Just like with us guys, it was more play kicking. No one really hurt another guy’s balls, and of course we were gentle with the women. Too gentle. It took a little demonstration of one woman walloping the other really quite strongly for us to understand that we weren’t really hurting them.

As to the glans rubbing, the girls loved doing it to us. On the other hand, we’re still working on ways to give them something similar to ‘enjoy.’ So far, we’ve figured out that vaginal and anal stretching can have the desired effect. Now, us guys are stretching each other’s assholes as well with various numbers of fingers being inserted. That’s interesting, but not the same as glans rubbing. When done just right, rubbing a clitoris with fingertips seems to be somewhat similar. Another technique that seems to work is to put two fingers in a girl’s vagina, curl them forward, and rub the front wall fairly firmly. The problem is this rubs their g-spots, and so rather than being particularly hard to take, at least beyond the first minute, it gives them orgasms, and they just love it.

We’re just now figuring out something new. The girls helped us to come to this understanding. As you know, once a guy cums, his mood changes, and he’s all done. It’s the same with some, but not all, women. Therefore, post-orgasm stimulation can be very hard to take. You guessed it, we’re now learning to be strong when presented with post-orgasm stimulation.

My Girlfriend’s Gay Brother

My girlfriend's twin brother's gay birthday celebration

I’d been dating Alice for about a year and a half. I felt like we were ‘the ones.’ It seemed likely that we would be getting married, have a family, and a long, happy life together. She’s a very caring individual, not to mention lovely, with her long black hair and curvy, southern Italian looks.

Alice has a twin brother, Kevin, who says he’s gay. I don’t think he’s ever been with a guy, or a girl, for that matter. The two of them are close friends, sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. Alice tells me that when they were younger, they did play doctor a little bit, which may have something to do with her request.

As their birthday was coming up, I asked what she would like, hoping it wouldn’t be expensive. Oh, yeah, she and I are going to the same college, studying software engineering. We’re both quite good at it. A few months ago, we built a game together that has had 120,000 visitors, and many repeat visitors. The game doesn’t make any money, and our families aren’t rich, so we’re squeezing by on student loans that we’re hoping to keep small. But, I’m getting off track.

So, when I asked, I was relieved that she didn’t want something that cost money. But I was destroyed over what she did want. She told me about how her gay virgin brother has never been laid by a guy, and he wants it desperately. She wanted me to fuck him. As soon as I could talk again, I was like, “No fucking way!”

“Would you blow him?”

“No!”

“Give him a massage?”

“Yuckky, but yes, I could do that.”

“With a happy ending?”

“No!”

But I always cave for Alice, so I ended up agreeing that I’d give her brother a handjob. He, too was going to our university, but he was studying general science and chemistry. That made it easy for Alice and I to arrange a time and place to do the deed.

On their birthday, I had arranged for my roommate to be elsewhere for a few hours, then invited the twins over. Kevin, who is very tall, and shares his sister’s dark European looks, with somewhat longish curly hair for a guy, is not bad looking as guys go.

Alice and I were already there when he arrived, not knowing what we were planning, but that it was something special for him. We decided it would be fun to be as shocking as possible, so when he knocked, I stood behind the door and opened it carefully. You see, Alice and I were stark naked.

He came in, and gasped when he saw his sister starkers like that. When he took his eyes off her, his eyes went to my face, then immediately his gaze went right to my penis. I have no idea what he must have been thinking.

Alice explained the situation to Kevin. This was to be his birthday massage, administered not by her, being a woman, but by me, a guy, since Kevin was gay.

His eyes absolutely sparkled! “I’ve died and gone to heaven! You two are just absolutely too loving. Thank you, Thank you!”

Alice took control. She instructed him to take off his clothes and lay face down on my bed. Now I don’t know much about massage, never having had a professional one. Alice and I have played with the concept, but she knows as little as I.

I figured out that my hands should be warm, so I rubbed them together for a while as she dug out a bottle of massage oil. That probably cost her $10, a big sacrifice for her. I put some on my hands, then leaned in, and put my hands solidly on Kevin’s shoulders. It kind of sickened me. I figured I wasn’t very bisexual. Perhaps it wouldn’t do me any harm if I could be more accepting of the bisexual concept, but really! Geez! In fact, seeing that skinny, hair-covered ass of his added to the effect. I’d rather look at a car wreck. But, I’ll do anything for Alice…

I started massaging his shoulders, eventually working my way down his back, and his arms. I wasn’t sure if you’re supposed to massage someone’s hands or not, so I gingerly pressed my fingers into his palms. Already, he had been moaning about how nice it all felt, but when I pressed into his palms like that, he said it was “exquisite.”

The process wasn’t horrible. In fact, I was kind of warming up to it. I don’t know if it was because he was so appreciative, or what, but I was finding myself enjoying giving the massage. I went down to his feet, then worked up his ankles, calves, and thighs. ‘Should I touch his ugly ass?’ I was wondering.

I figured under the circumstances, it would be OK. I worked up his thighs, and then I did it. I let my hands rub the lower portion of his ass cheeks, being rewarded by another moan of ecstasy. I spent the next few minutes rubbing his butt. Occasionally, I’d kind of move my hands apart, and get a view of his asshole. It was hairy, but not terrible. I caught a glimpse of that sweet glandular smell that assholes can put out. It was the same as Alice.

Meanwhile, she had been sitting on my roommate’s bed. It wasn’t lost on me that she was totally naked. I could look over from time to time and see her marvelous tits, along with the rest of her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised, when after a while her hand went down to her crotch, and I could see she was rubbing her clit, as she intently watched me working on her brother.

As I continued to work his ass, my fingertips accidentally brushed the back of his scrotum a couple of times. The first time, that kind of bothered me. He seemed to like it, with an extra little ‘Hmmm.” The second time, it was kind of neutral. The third time, I seem to have brushed it on purpose. Go figure! I guess I did it for him, because he was enjoying it.

I hadn’t been paying the least attention to myself, so I was horrified when I suddenly realized I was erect. My penis had risen. I told myself it was because of Alice sitting there all naked and sexy. But was it entirely? The thought so scared me that I immediately focused my thoughts on something else. I tried to think of some recent PHP code I had been struggling with.

It was time for Kevin to turn over. He’d see my erection, but what could I do? Even though I was mostly facing away from Alice, she must have seen it also. When he did turn over, he looked right at it, and just wordlessly smiled. As he turned, I saw that he was fully erect also.

I massaged the front of him, ignoring that erection of his sticking straight up. It was quite a lot like mine, maybe a bit bigger, but surrounded with black hair instead of brown. Both of us are uncircumcised, but my head naturally pokes out a bit, and his was entirely covered.

The time came that I had been dreading. I was to give my girlfriend’s brother a handjob. We hadn’t told him it was to be anything more than a massage, and as Alice and I had arranged, if I simply couldn’t stand the idea of touching another guy’s dick, I could back out, leaving it as just a birthday massage.

I’m not like that. I couldn’t leave him there with an unrequited erection. I could imagine how I’d feel about that, if Alice did it to me. Imagine, getting a massage from your girlfriend, getting all hard, then not having sex, or getting sucked off, or something.

Again, I felt that slightly sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, as I finally wrapped my fingers around another guy’s dick. It had to be done, right? Now, it was interesting that it was erect like that. Kind of cool. I started stroking up and down, just like I do to myself. I felt him arching his back and tightening all his muscles. I realized if I let him cum immediately, it would be too soon. It would not be entirely satisfying for him. I stopped stroking him, and started playing with his balls. Remembering that I like it when Alice massages my balls fairly lightly, I did the same for him. I have to admit, feeling those balls of his squishing around in his scrotum, wasn’t half bad. I could understand while Alice likes massaging mine. He asked me to press harder, so I squished harder on his balls than I think I would have liked, and he was all moans of appreciation. My penis remained totally erect. I started to figure it must just be natural under the circumstances.

After a while, I turned my attention back to his penis, slowly stroking it up and down, determined not to let him cum too soon, so he could really get the most out of this. I had been determined that this would be a one-off, never to happen again, so I had to make it good for him.

I had entirely forgotten about Alice sitting on the other bed, until I heard her start to scream. I looked ever, and she was all contorted, with one hand rubbing her clit, and she was orgasming all over the place, barely able to keep her body on the bed.

That was too much for Kevin, who started to ejaculate all over my hand and my stomach. And, that, in turn, was too much for me. I started to ejaculate against Kevin’s side and butt, and my rock-hard penis hadn’t even been touched.

All in all, it was a satisfying afternoon, even for me, if I have to admit it.

Kevin was very appreciative, and offered to return the favor someday. I thanked him, knowing in my mind, that I would never, ever accept an invitation of that sort from a gay guy.

A week later, I was in Kevin’s dorm room, getting the blowjob of my life. I blew him too, something that I absolutely assured myself I would not do, yet I did it, and, I have to admit, I enjoyed it.

Of course I admitted to Alice what I had done, cringing at how she might react. She reacted with absolute joy. The only thing she regretted was not being there to see it.

Over the next months, she got her opportunity to watch. We did everything. Well, not everything. Kevin and I didn’t fuck, or even kiss, and he and Alice didn’t fuck, although she gave him a handjob, and he reluctantly felt up and sucked her tits. He claimed that he was still 100% gay, but enjoyed the feel of her breasts. When I saw him getting a handjob from his own sister, I had another spontaneous ejaculation. She and I are still very much together, and we are definitely going to get married after college. Kevin has found a boyfriend who takes up all his time. The guy is a way-tall guy on a basketball scholarship. Here’s the crazy part: I kind of miss my masturbatory activities with Kevin. I told Alice, and she’s totally understanding. She’s tried to make it up to me by giving me extra sexual attention at every opportunity. I’m so glad I jerked off her brother!

Family Masturbation Night

Family Masturbation Night

I believe I’m a typical 19-year-old girl. I used to think my family was normal. Maybe my parents are a bit more open, more hippie-like than others, so I guess it’s no surprise what happened.

It started with my Brother Jim, who is one year older than me. Like me, he’s going to the local college. It’s not so we can save money. My parents are fairly loaded. It’s more because our family has always been close. For us, there’s no advantage in going away to dorm living.

We were sitting around the dinner table one night, which is typical for our family. I used to resent that we don’t have a big-screen TV. In fact, we don’t have a TV at all. Instead, we talk about things. Led by our parents, or grandparents, or sometimes even our gardener Jose, who has become part of the family, the discussion may be about oceanography, French, or US history. Or, maybe more mundane things, like masturbation.

In a quiet moment, Jim announced, “I’ve been learning to have dry orgasms.” He said it as matter-of-factly as if he had said, “I have a stamp collection.”

My mother took the bait. “Dry orgasms?”

My father jumped in, “Are you saying you can orgasm without ejaculating?”

“Yup,” was Jim’s very simple answer.

“Gosh, I’ve always wanted to learn that,” my father replied. “Do you really have it mastered (pardon the pun)? Was it easy to learn?”

“Actually, once you learn a couple of simple things, then practice a bit, it’s super-easy. And, well worth the effort, I might add,” Jim answered with a smile.

“Will you teach me?” Dad asked.

“Sure.”

“Me too,” Jose piped in. “I’d love to learn that.”

I wasn’t very sexual back then, and so couldn’t believe my ears. I mean, yes, our family is liberal, but this was to a whole new level.

My sister, Amy, asked, “What about us girls? Is it something we could learn? Might it be good for us, too?”

My brother affirmed that he thought she could learn it. He figured that separating orgasms and ejaculations in girls is meaningless, but the end result, the continuous orgasms, would be great for her.

My father, in his usual authoritarian way added, “I suppose like all masturbatory practices, it would have benefits. I mean, if masturbation helps with focus, and physical health and mental stability, then more masturbation would be better, right?”

Wouldn’t it be like meditation, but even more beneficial?” Jose wondered.

There were murmurs of assent around the dining table. That’s when my mother blew us away with the following suggestion: “Maybe Jim can show us all his new technique.”

Personally, if I was Jim, I would have turned red in the face, and been all embarrassed. Not Jim. He just said, “Sure,” as casually as if he was going to show us a new way to grip a tennis racket.

There was a moment of silence, then Mom said, “Well, how about now? Is anyone doing anything?”

We agreed this would be a good time, and all of us, including Jose, Grandpa and Grandma reconvened in the living room. Even I, asexual though I though I was at the time, became fascinated.

Sitting on various chairs and sofas in our big living room, we were all clothed. As if he were in his own bedroom, Jim disrobed. Right down to nothing! Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, I’ve seen everyone nude at one point or another. But it wasn’t very often, and generally nothing special, like passing in the hallway on the way to the shower.

But this evening had a strong sexual component to it. You could feel it in the air, or at least I could. I could feel it elsewhere too, which surprised me. You know, that heightened awareness you get, the springs and pings in your vagina, your lower stomach, maybe even in your arms, legs and the top of your head? I was feeling that.

There was something else. Where was the hair? I was looking right at Jim’s crotch, and there should have been a mass of black curly hair, like I have. He was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

“Oh, you shave!” Mom quipped with a touch of delight.

“Sure, lots of guys do these days,” Jim said.

Jim sat back down in an easy chair, in a very slouched forward position, and started fingering his scrotum. Not his penis, which surprised me. In a couple of moments, his penis rose to attention, sticking straight up out of his lap. He was evidently enjoying the attention from the whole family. I, personally, would have been mortified to be in his position.

Then, like a professor, he started in on a lecture, “Of course I had to become erect. So now, I’ll start stroking my cock. Um, sorry, ‘penis.'”

Oh, you can say ‘cock’ my dad quickly added. We won’t be offended by ‘real’ words.

Jim continued, explaining about edging, something I had never heard about until then. It sounded like something I had done a few times, but now, I’d certainly be edging more seriously. The idea that one brings themselves to the point of orgasm, then backs off. Then he revealed the magic trick.

“The thing is, you stop the stimulation for only a second. Maybe even just reduce, not stopping entirely. You don’t want the pre-orgasmic feeling to die entirely away. Then resume, paying very careful attention to how you feel. When you get it right, you can approach orgasm, keep up the stimulation, and literally enter and stay in orgasm for minutes at a time. You can also do it over and over again, without losing arousal.

“When I first started, these orgasms were like 70 percent as strong as full ejaculations, but nothing was coming out. That in itself was fantastic, because right from the beginning I could have several orgasms, a huge improvement over just cumming and being done. But since then, I’ve been able to make the dry orgasms stronger than ejaculations. Then, in the end, perhaps after an hour or so, I may be so satisfied that I don’t even need to ejaculate. Or, I may go ahead and have a crashing, super-strong ejaculatory orgasm.”

As he was telling us all this, he was evidently experiencing exactly what he was talking about. Periodically, he’d pause, arch his back or curl his toes, and say a little something like, “ooh, ” or “ummm!”

Grandpa asked, “How do we know you’re not just making this up? Faking it?”

“Well, here, Grandpa. Come over here, and put your fingertips right here under my balls, just ahead of my anus.”

Grandpa scooted over and did just as Jim instructed. After holding his fingers there for a moment, he said, “Oh my god! He’s right. I feel his urethra contracting.”

One by one, the family came over to Jim, and placed their fingertips where he instructed, and they all felt the contractions.

I couldn’t wait for my turn. Why this had me so excited, I have no idea. I mean, it was only my brother Jim after all, demonstrating a technique. No big deal, right? Yet my heart was racing, and my vagina was so wet that I was worried it would show through my shorts.

I placed my fingers on his taint. At first, I was just a bit low, and pressed my finger right onto his anus. He just said, “A little higher.” But to me, to touch his asshole like that, was like an electric shock.

It must have been for him also because suddenly, as I was feeling his urethral contractions, he grunted, and quietly said, “Oh, no…” With that, he arched up, and started ejaculating all over his lower belly.

I realized it was my finger on his anus that triggered it. I was also fascinated. What a spectacular show! I just knew that I’d be masturbating big time in my bedroom within a few minutes.

At that moment, Mom announced, “Let’s practice,” pulling down her pants as she spoke.

As if the evening wasn’t already as weird as it could get! Within moments, every single one of us, even Grandma was bare-ass naked, and jerking off in our living room.

Like a great instructor, Jim was going from one random family member to another watching intently, and offering little bits of advice. Like, “Don’t get quite so close yet, Dad.” and “Amy, once you get to the point, back off, and just see if you can feel the orgasming being an ongoing phenomenon.”

In answer to a question from Jose, he added, “One interesting point about this is once you learn it, it’s as if your body wants to help. It becomes quite easy to simply stay in orgasm for longer periods of time, or to have orgasm after orgasm every minute or two.”

Grandpa got it that very first evening. Grandma smiled big, but I don’t know what she experienced. Dad said he may have been ‘on the edge for a bit,’ but would have to practice more. Amy said she thought she already knew the general idea, and had had multiple orgasms in the past, but doing it for real was much better. Evidently, she got it that first evening also.

I happened to be watching as Jose was smiling serenely, and kind of jerking and grunting. He obviously got the basics right away. But a moment later, white cum shot out of his dick.

Mom, just kept saying, “This is so great!” She said it like six times. It was weird seeing her running her fingers in little circles in that dark patch. Sometimes, I could see flashes of pink. To think, I came out of there!

I was the last to take off my clothes, hesitating a moment after the others were all naked. Even though I was having all sorts of horniness, I was still… I don’t know, shy, reluctant? I kind of didn’t want them to see how big my boobs were. But I’ll tell you what: Once I was naked with my family and started masturbating, I was a convert. A huge convert! I didn’t have any ongoing or long-lasting orgasms that evening. I just couldn’t hold back, and came almost right away.

So, that was our first Wednesday evening family wank session. We’ve done it every Wednesday since. Sometimes someone won’t be there. Grandma sometimes goes to a card game with her lady friends, but not very often. Dad sometimes has to work late, but he rushes home, usually making it in time to grab the last bite of dinner and join us. Sometimes one or another of us is not in the mood. Like, on occasion, Dad, or Grandpa or Jim or Jose just can’t get it up. I have attended every single session, and am having the time of my life. Oh, yes, I learned the technique!


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