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High School Masturbation Class – As told to Spurtz by Kenny

I guess it’s pretty rare to see a story from a high school kid. My name is Kenny and I just graduated from middle school and I am now in grade 9 of high school which means I am 15 years old.

I was really looking forward to getting into high school, mainly for one important reason. But let me first give you a bit of background and you will understand my anticipation. The state I live in is very liberal and extremely progressive. In recent years, the influence the church used to have has basically gone away and the lawmakers have become way more liberal in their thinking with respect to how much sex education should be taught in schools.

It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that masturbation is far and away the safest form of sex. The legislature has been won over to the fact that if teens relied more on masturbation for sexual relief, that there would be far less unwanted pregnancies. Studies also had shown that teens, mostly boys, suffered a huge amount of sexual frustration while in school. This led to inattentiveness in class and had been proven to be the basis for a lot of acting out and disruptive behavior.

The result of this was that now the high schools had a mandatory class devoted 100% to masturbation. Of course most boys already were pretty much experts at jerking off but many girls really had not learned the tricks of enough clit stimulation to create orgasm. So the classes not only provided extensive instructions and training on masturbating for both boys and girls, the schools now had facilities where relief could be achieved during school hours.

In their infinite wisdom, the lawmakers felt that frequent release during the day would be extremely beneficial. It was well known that many teen boys spent their entire time in class with erections and no way to relieve the sexual tension. In my own case, I have a foot fetish and sitting in class looking down at a female’s sandaled feet and painted toes gave me an instant hard-on. My buddy Ed tells me he almost cums in his pants just looking at Jennifer’s tits across the aisle. Similar stories can be told from all my friends. Under those circumstances how are we expected to pay attention in class when all we can think about is hard cocks and cumming?

Now between classes any of us can go to what the school calls the “Relief Room” and get rid of all that sexual tension and semen build-up. The room has a long metal trough along one wall where about six or seven guys can stand and jerk off into it. Kind of like the old piss troughs from days gone by. The problem is there are so many boys in the room that lines form behind each guy at the trough. Most of them already have their hard dicks out and are pumping away so that by the time they get to the head of the line, they can spurt out their jism without holding things up. It’s quite a sight to see all my classmates with their erect cocks in action and gallons of cum splattered into the trough. A steady stream of water flows through the trough to take away all that jism. On the wall are a series of tissue dispensers for wiping any excess semen off your hands or cock. Just inside the door is a pump dispenser of lubricant for the kids who prefer a lubed up dick when jacking off.

There is a relief room for the girls as well but it’s just a series of benches where the girls can sit and rub their clits until they cum. Plenty of tissues available there for those whose pussies get very wet. This room is nowhere near as popular as the boy’s relief room. But as more girls discover the joys of masturbation, it is slowly becoming more crowded.

But the most fun is the actual masturbation class itself. Surprisingly these are coed. Not only are very explicit lectures and videos provided, there is also quite a bit of actual hands-on activity. The boys who wish to do so are allowed to take out their hard cocks and jerk off right in class, usually onto the tile floor but they are then required to clean up afterward. The girls can also rub themselves off during class.

This class is only held one day a week but lasts for two hours. Most of the students don’t wear any underwear on the day of the class and all the girls wear skirts for easy access. No shorts or slacks. It’s easy for the girls to be more discreet than for the boys as they can just put a hand under their skirt and rub off to their heart’s content. The boys can’t hide their throbbing pricks so their stroking and ejaculations are on display for everyone to enjoy. A few of the boys refrain from publicly jacking off. Possibly embarrassed with a small dick or a weak ejaculation. Some of the guys have already been in the Relief Room a couple of times prior to class that day and their resulting cum-shot in class is weak and watery. I always hold off ejaculating for as long as possible prior to the weekly class. I want to have the most powerful and voluminous splatter of semen that I can provide. Several of the girls have complimented me on it.

I really get off on taking my hard cock out right in class and jerking off with everybody watching. I was quite shy the first couple of week but after I watched other guys having so much fun I just had to join in. Bob and I did something really weird but fun. We were both jacking off in class. The instructor was otherwise involved and Bob leaned over and rubbed the head of his dick against mine. Omigod! I almost shot my load. Jennifer was sitting next to us and I swear her eyes damn near bugged out of her head. I winked at her and shot a load of semen all over Bob’s dick.

I’ve never understood why the school allows us to jerk off in a coed class. That seems way too liberal to me. Not that I am complaining. I love to shoot my load for my fellow classmates. The story going around is that actual masturbation in a coed class can curb any advanced sexual activity such as real intercourse, or fucking as we call it. I can only speak from my own experience but to be honest, all the public jacking off I do at school certainly does lessen my desire for any other sex. So I guess the school know what they are doing.

I figure in a few years they will be teaching and allowing blow jobs but I will be out of school by then and getting my dick sucked by a regular girl-friend. And I will be lapping her pussy every chance I get.

The school does draw the line at any contact between the sexes without supervision. Hand-jobs between the girls and boys do occur extremely frequently, just not at school. Although rare, during the actual class sometimes some of the girls like to get their hands on a hard cock but only for a few seconds. The instructor usually keeps an eagle eye out looking for any illicit contact but can’t see everywhere all the time. I got real lucky one time when a really cute blonde named Chloe grabbed my dick just as I started shooting. What saved my ass from being caught was two guys in the front of the class both started spurting their loads at the same time. Mrs. Floyd, our instructor, was so fascinated with two streams of semen landing at her feet, that she didn’t even see me cum as Chloe jacked my cock.

However, there was one segment of the class where mutual touching was permitted. One thing that Mrs. Floyd liked to do that was probably not 100% approved by the school, was to provide some hands-on instructions. Part of the class curriculum was to give the girls pointers on how best to jack off their partner. To demonstrate to the girls certain masturbation techniques, she would usually pick out a guy with one of the larger pricks in the class. She would have him stand in front of a group of girls, and if he wasn’t already hard, she would stroke that big cock until it was throbbing in anticipation. Then she would demonstrate various different ways that a girl could stimulate a cock. And after each technique, the girls were permitted to practice what Mrs. Floyd had shown. Because there were several girls involved, Mrs. Floyd would invite additional boys to step forward and be used as test subjects. A boy could not step forward unless selected by Mrs. Floyd, otherwise a stampede would occur by boys eager to have a girl’s hand on their dick.

Mrs. Floyd had no objection to the girls jacking off the boys to completion during these exercises. In fact she encouraged ejaculation. She felt it was important for each girl to learn how to bring a guy to orgasm. If a guy was slow getting his nuts off, she even would urge him on by asking him to cum or telling the girl to stroke faster and tighter. Once Sandy could not get Billy to cum and Mrs. Floyd, in her exasperation to keep things moving, pushed Sandy’s hand out of the way and expertly brought Billy off. We all clapped and cheered as stream after stream of semen spurted out of Billy’s cock.

Mrs. Floyd was very fair and tried to get every boy in class involved and by the end of the two hours just about every guy in class had emptied his balls. Alternatively, Mrs. Floyd also gave very detailed instruction on how to stimulate a girl’s clit and vagina expertly enough to bring her to orgasm. Again her instructions gave each girl in class, who was willing, the opportunity for various boys to practice what they had learned. And by the end of the class, just about every girl had orgasmed. None of the boys wanted to wash their hands. They wanted to continue to sniff that hard-on inducing aroma on their fingers as long as possible. On the bus ride home you could always tell which guys had been in the masturbation class that day. They always had their fingers right under their nose.

Getting to play with a girl’s vagina and clit was a real revelation for me, having never seen, much less touched, a real pussy before. I always prided myself in being able to get the girl’s pussies nice and wet, usually quicker than any of the other guys. One time I was so into playing with Jennifer’s sopping wet cunt that I had an involuntary ejaculation. Before I even realized what was happening, I had a load of semen shooting down my leg. Everybody in the class was amazed that such a thing could even happen. That brought confessions from a few girls that being in a room full of hard cocks, many of them spurting semen, had brought on involuntary orgasms;

Once I started taking the classes, I assumed the mutual contact stuff would be a one-time thing. But it was repeated several times throughout the year. Mrs. Floyd said that she hoped that by the end of the school year each boy would have been jacked off by each of the different girls. And each girl would have her clit rubbed by each of the different boys.

Although I doubt this was part of the school’s approved curriculum, near the end of the school year Mrs. Floyd had us team up in groups of one guy and two girls. Both girls would take turns jacking the boy’s cock. Because the class was divided fairly equally between boys and girls, in order for every guy to get jacked off, half of the girls got to do two different guys. I got really lucky. Not only were the two girls that teamed with me extremely cute with great teen bodies, they were also two of the more sexually adventurous girls in the class. As a result they worked my dick like I couldn’t believe. And not just my dick but my balls as well. And to my complete surprise lubed-up fingers from both girls found their way into my asshole. They were rewarded with one of the best cum-shots of my young life. Fountains of the stuff shot up and covered both girls faces and hands to their gleeful enjoyment. Mrs. Floyd helped out in cleanup because there was so much cum.

Sadly the class was only taught in the first year of senior high. I guess the school felt that once you completed the course there was no need to repeat it. I would have liked to do it two more years just to get more opportunities for teen girls to handle my junk and me to finger their clits. But the sad truth was I wouldn’t really learn anything new which was the goal of the school. Not to provide my cock with more stimulation.

As a junior and senior at the school we could still use the relief room which had to be enlarged because every guy in the school wanted to use it at least two or three times a day. I knew a few guys who were in there between nearly every class jacking their cocks and spurting their cum. Those guys were likely getting off four or five times a day. But not every day. Twice a day was a comfortable level for me. Truth be told, jacking off in front of a trough with a bunch of other guys watching got a bit old after being exposed to having a sweet teen girl do it for me.

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Nudist Family Erections

Someone asked on another website:

“What do nudist families do when someone has an erection?”

I’ve reposted some of the answers here.

Loretta:

Nothing. Boners just mean the dick is functioning properly. There’s nothing that needs to be done. Most men have learned to suppress natural boners. Thankfully, my husband and son don’t bother. Why should they? The females in this family have seen countless boners. They are a total non-issue.

If we’re watching a movie and something sexy happens, the men are all standing at attention — as they should be. I’d be very worried if they were not.

And boners are contagious. If one of the guys walks into a room with a boner, all the rest of them stand up in solidarity.

Monique:

As a mom of a nudist family, we do absolutely nothing when it happens as we treat it as being a natural occurrence in males. My husband and I have two daughters and one son (in their mid to late teens) and we have all pretty much seen everything. My husband doesn’t usually walk around with an erection (except for first thing in the morning) and even when he does, no fuss is made.

Our 14 year old son obviously has less control when it happens. His attempts at hiding it especially in front of his two sisters became futile after a while and with the exception of the occasional teasing by them, he is no longer self-conscious when it happens. We neither encourage, nor discourage him to relieve himself manually (and alone). He can do as he wishes on his own accord.

Olivia:

Firstly, nudism is not about sex in anyway. Nudity is a part of sex but sex is not a part of nudity. That being said, nudism is about positive body image and acceptance. It is important to not shame the individual, if it happens unknowingly. Also- it is very different for a boy or young man to get them, than an adult man. Adults should know it’s inappropriate, and should not be flaunting them around.

When growing up in my nudist household throughout the 90’s, my male relatives would get erections from time to time and we would just wait for them to pass. However, being a curious girl, I would look at them- in hindsight, pretty intently. Our parents wouldn’t make a big deal about them and were pretty open to teaching us the reason they happen. One thing growing up a nudist does teach you: is that boys can get an erection at any age. My youngest brother would get them often around elementary school. Of course, both of my brothers would spontaneously get them when they were in high-school, which would last for several minutes in each case.

My husband was also a nudist, and I met him at a nudist event one summer. We continued dating and going out throughout high-school. There would be times, when around my family and others, he would become erect from simply holding my hand. We would do most of our teen “fooling around” in private. However, I would try to tease him from time to time by casually brushing my hand or rubbing my body against him in just the right way. He would get an erection right away. ‼️I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR IN ANY WAY‼️ But hey, teens will do what they do.

There was one instance in particular with my husband that sticks out in my memory. I was a Sophomore, and he was a Junior. We had been dating for almost a year and our relationship mainly consisted of phone calls and cards. Being a nudist household my family invited him over for the weekend, sans-textile. It was so great to see him and the first moment I got alone with him, I went for it. I started “fooling around” with him in our backyard furniture while our parents were busy in the kitchen. He was so nervous and shy about it, and when my parents came out he was mortified. His erection never subsided throughout the remainder of the evening and my folks just talked to us anyway. I never knew what they were thinking, but I did marry the guy. ☺️

Hope this helps!

Male:

I living in Europe the Netherlands I was with my single dad 5 times in Cap D’adge. You see often teenboys 11 – 16 age showering at the wall in the early hours 6–9 pm with healthy morning erections.

So one time me and my dad we were walking to the showers gotting accidentally both an hard on penis. I was 15 years it was funny to see our sex organs were looking identical 8.5 inch erect with a mushroom glans. Other men spotting us they did not react angry or saying covered it up by a towel or something. Nope it was a normal healthy scene. If you are in the men’s showers block you often find sperm at the floor from others often from boys in puberty to release their semen. Actually for example an 13 year old boy was dripping cum out his penis when I was entering the mutual shower area. You knew he had the urge to have an ejaculation he did it to prevent blue balls.

Susan:

In my family, this was an ordinary thing and my parents explained what it meant. I saw my father and my older brother (2 yrs) have erections. Not often with my father but when we were teenagers, I saw my brother with an erection a lot. He taught me about masturbation and we did it together until he went away to college.

Jeff:

Just kind of treat it as normal! I get them in front of my stepdaughters and sister in law! She is used to it. I’m sure other women will agree. As my stepdaughter says I’m flying high and proud when I’m erect!

Sid:

In my family I usually am allowed and even encouraged to “take care of it” myself either one at home or at a nudist resort. Best of all usually one of my sisters give me a hand to help with my hard situation down there. Since I am the only boy in my family with my two sisters and mother they just tend to smile or giggle. They point and laugh/giggle or say some obscene comment about my hard situation in the morning since we’re always naked in the house. The fact that I have a 7 in penis makes it very difficult to hide my arousal. The first thing we do when we get home is go to our rooms undress and go about our activities inside the house completely nude. My mother and two sisters are very sex positive and see nothing wrong with sexual arousal. They even keep boxes of Kleenex around the house so that I can “take care of it” usually on the sofa. I’m not bothered by them watching me masturbate in fact I find it arousing which allows me to take care of it faster and they don’t care either in fact they encourage it they just ask that I don’t leave a mess. My favorite part is when one of my sisters offers to help me with her soft and delicate hands. To my family this is something normal and nothing to be ashamed of and will even give me a hand or even more when I ask. Erections and masturbations are simply a part of life and come into play much more when you are a nudist family like mine.

Keep in mind that this is applicable only in my family and most likely will not apply in yours. Be cautious and respectful of others in the nudist sitting and always follow the rules when going to a nudist resort or visiting other nudist families. Most nudist families or nudist Resorts frown upon any sexual behavior and men/boys having erections and flaunting them. So be mindful of your situation and be discreet, use your own discretion and judgment.

The reason why I have frequent erections is because of my very high levels of testosterone. I just turned 18 and I usually get let off the hook at the nudist resort that we frequent since we’ve been going there all our lives and my family is very close to the owners. I even got caught having sex with the owners daughter on the campgrounds once but they let it go. I know this is not normal but I guess my family is this weird.

Trevor:

Of course erections are completely natural, and will subside on their own after a short period of time. In our naturist household we do not cover genitals for any reason, as this leads to body shaming.

Even as a man in my mid-40’s, I still wake up fully erect nearly every single morning. I don’t delay getting out of bed just because of an erection. I will walk downstairs, enter the kitchen, and start brewing some coffee fully nude. When our household first started to practice naturism, my wife (an only child, who was not raised naturist) would notice my morning wood and comment, “Oh look, someone’s excited!”. Now she realizes that this is a very natural state for men early in the morning, and the novelty has worn off. There are no longer any such comments and erections are simply ignored.

I have to confess that even after practicing naturism for so many years, I am not immune to some embarrassment. My wife has a very close relationship with her mother, and when we first started to practice naturism my wife readily confessed our new lifestyle and even shared tasteful family photos of our first resort trip with my mother-in-law (including nude photos of yours truly). The next time MIL came to visit our home, she didn’t care that we walked around nude and we didn’t care that she saw us au naturel either (she had already seen everything in the photos anyway!). However, I did find morning erections around her rather difficult. MIL tends to wake up very early and would frequently already be in the kitchen when I came down from the bedroom to brew some coffee. I found myself having a tendency to face away from her while working in the kitchen those first few mornings, but it was a bit of an awkward circus trying to keep that up. Before too long MIL saw that variation of my genitals too, but she also knows it’s normal and said nothing.

Male:

My wife, tween daughters, sister-in-law, and her two kids (tween boy and girl) are presently living together under one roof, in a “nude at home” environment.

My nephew is not the only one who is experiencing spontaneous erections – it still happens to me even though I am in my 40s. It can happen when I’m out on our pool patio, and with my nephew, it happens pretty much at any time. The kids do spend a lot of time in and around the pool, in the nude, and as they are all roughly the same size and height, they will play in the pool and make physical contact with each other. When he “sprouts wood”, he may have to excuse himself for a bit just to avoid embarrassment, but the girls are now used to it and they knew pretty early not to tease him about it. (I think that they’re amused and fascinated by it – I saw one of my daughters trying to sneak a peek at him while peeing.)

When I have one, I will sometimes excuse myself, but often I will just cover up. When sitting down, I usually leave an extra length of my personal towel and use it to cover myself. We already have a rule that clothing is mandatory while cooking or preparing food in the kitchen, and we also require bottoms are worn when using our home gym. It’s easier than sitting on a towel.

Howard:

For the most part we just ignore them.

Erections are a natural part of having a penis. In the clothed world, erections are hidden under clothes and usually go unnoticed but as you can imagine nudists are not always wearing clothes and erections cannot be controlled at all. I have four sons and I raised them as nudists. In the beginning, parents educate their boys on what erections are, and as boys grow older there may be some (making fun) of their brothers when they have erections, and sometimes the one with the erection is the one that is proudly displaying it. To get back to your question, the large majority of erections are ignored, or in certain cases / times (perhaps puberty etc…) where erections are happening quite frequently, a male with an erection may go to their room or bathroom and masturbate to the point of ejaculation in order to help make that erection go away. Every nudist family is different, and my experience is based on an all male household. Things may differ if a female sibling is also involved.

Kevin:

This really depends on the family and when it happens. For us, we usually just consider it something that happens and continue on with whatever we are doing, unless someone has an urge to enjoy the erection then this could occur right there or in a different area. We are very open with our expression of caring for each other and of our own self love. We just do our best to not offend or upset others in the surrounding area at the time.

Rick:

It’s often no big deal at the house when I get an erection. Occasionally, my daughter will ask… “do you need me to go get mom to help with that?

Jerry:

I have had many erections through my teen years, Usually have no control over it happening. It usually ignored by others in the family except for little sis who use to giggle when she saw it. Mom finally explained to her what it was all about. I guess the funnyist was when it happened when she had a friend over and my sis went out of her way to point it out to her friend.

Male:

My wife and step daughters don’t really mind if I get an erection. If they have time, they help me out with it as well.

Randy:

To begin with when I first became a nudist at the age of 22. My eldest sisters and my 2nd youngest would look at me like I was God with God’s gift.

But now they’ve became used to it over the years they barely bat an eyelid just like looking at my chest, nose or mouth.

Likewise I am with their boobs and fanny etc.

Only issue we have is when walking past each other and it brushes against them lol.

John:

For our family, we do nothing. My teenage boys get erections frequently but we all usually ignore it. Although sometimes, their sisters will tease them about it. Even I get erections sometimes but we don’t care.

Michelle:

An erection is natural. I think no one really worries about this unless the person draws attention to themself. Most of the good camps/beaches that our family goes to requests that adults go to a nearby available spot to take a small towel and cover themselves until they are normal. For young boys this would be silly because it is almost never a problem. But as trans girl that has not started medical transition there is a time in a boys life that this happens too much for no reason and it is best if he takes a towel with him or maybe just ignores it. At nudist places no one really is looking for this and it is not offensive.

Maria:

This is going to shock you….

True nudists understand erections are physiologic just like yawning and sighing.

I have two daughters and a younger son. They have seen him get erections since they were all babies. They have gradually been given explanations about what goes on as they mature. At this point in their lives, they have seen it happen hundreds of times, they don’t pay any particular attention to it. Neither do my husband nor me. My son knows it’s normal to have one, and that it is not polite to parade around with one, just like textile kids know it is ok to accidentally fart but it is not polite to go farting around for fun.

My husband is in his 40’s. Most men that age don’t get erections unless they get physically stimulated. So my family rarely sees him with an erection.

Incidentally, my family also knows it is common for males to have erections when they are asleep or when they wake up, so when my husband or my son get up in the morning and they are erect, they just go about their lives until it passes, and everybody understands that what is happening is as much part of the morning as yawning.

Fiona:

“Someone” is very vague. If in the family setting my husband becomes erect he can relieve himself or I will bring him off by hand, I wouldn’t do oral in front of the kids cause that’s the same mouth I kiss them with. If my sons become erect they can openly relieve themselves. If a guest was to get an erection in the presence of my daughter and I I’d be curious to know what instigated it, a lot of times while nudists are used to seeing everybody nude, sometimes the act of bending over in front of someone or the angle or position they are sitting at can be erotic and through no fault of their own lead to and erect penis so with mine and my young daughters consent the guest would be allowed to openly relieve themselves. Now on the other hand if the guest was sitting amongst the kids with an erection he would be asked to remove it and himself till it is gone soft again.

Tara:

When my husband is erect, he will not flaunt it, he waits for it to go down. When my daughter’s boyfriend was erect for the first time in our house, i told them it was ok for them to ‘relieve it” in my daughter’s room. Generally, no fuss is made and you can masturbate to keep it down in your room. When my husband is erect in bed, I help him relieve it.

Brandon:

We keep it normal.

Boners happen and they don’t hurt no one.

Jerking Off is Fantastic

by Spurtz

As we all know, masturbation is a great way to relieve stress. And it feels really good. I got to thinking about all the various places I’ve masturbated and thought it was worth reviewing. Maybe bring back some good memories to my readers.

Unfortunately I really can’t remember my very early days of masturbation. At least not the specifics. My guess is that it mostly took place in bed or on the toilet. The toilet would have been preferable due to no mess to clean up and the ability to lock the door. Locking my bedroom door would have raised questions I wouldn’t want to answer.

But jerking off on the toilet had a downside. I had to push my hard cock down at an unnatural angle to shoot my cum into the bowl. And to me, that detracted somewhat from the orgasm. Cumming always feels much better to me when my cock is pointing up. More on that later.

Jacking off in bed was more satisfying although it required clean-up and if I wasn’t careful, the clean-up could involve more than just wiping semen off of my stomach and chest.

Growing up as a pre-teen we lived on a 70-acre tract and as the only boy in the family and no other kids living close by, I spent a lot of time roaming the woods behind my house by myself. Many of those hikes included taking my cock out and jacking off in the woods and watching my cum spurt onto the ground or nearby bushes.

Like all teens in high school, my dick was hard almost all the time in class. I had a couple of pairs of pants that had a hole in the right pocket. I would manage to get my cockhead through that hole and sit in class with my hand in my pocket and massage the head of my prick. One time I went too far and ended up with a load of cum in my pocket. Fortunately it didn’t bleed through the cloth and I managed to do a half-assed clean-up in the boy’s room.

Lots of masturbation occurred when I was fully dressed. If I found myself alone but worried that I might get caught, I would just unzip my pants, take my dick out, and start pounding away. Depending upon where this was taking place, I had to be conscious of where the cum would go. Sometimes into a wad of Kleenex or toilet paper and sometimes just wherever I could shoot it. The biggest concern was getting it on my clothes where my mother might see it when she washed my clothes. That did happen often enough that I’m sure she did see it but she never said anything.

By the time I was 15, while still jacking off every chance I could find, I had also discovered girls. But my sole interest back then was fucking them. Like an idiot, if I was rebuffed, I never even considered the fallback position of a handjob. Dumbass me. So most of my jackoffs were by my own hand and not that of a partner.

As I got older and had more partners, masturbation by a female partner became a part of my regular sexual activity. Lots of variations on the theme occurred. My second wife and I enjoyed the use of an outdoor hot tub. I would put my dick in front of one of the jets and she would do the same with her clit. When I reached the point of no return, I would stand up and she would jump up and jack me off onto the grass around the hot tub. I did not want to ejaculate into the water for obvious reasons. She would let the water jet finish her off.

Another thing she came up with out of the blue, was she managed to get her tongue in my asshole while jacking me off. This was the first time I begin to suspect that she was learning these tricks from another partner. This was before the internet so she didn’t pick it up there. If I had asked her, she likely would have told me that one of her girlfriends told her about it. Possibly that was true.

Another new trick she sprung on me was lubing up my dick with Vaseline. Despite me being in my 30’s, it had never occurred to me to do that. I figured she might have learned that from whoever was fucking her besides me.

While married to my second wife, we lived on a one acre lot that was heavily landscaped. Tons of yardwork was required which I really enjoyed doing. My favorite dress for yardwork was a t-shirt and some cutoff jeans. With no underwear. The jeans were cut quite short and while working in the yard, my cock would manage to work its way down one leg with the head exposed. That would lead to me rubbing the head and getting a full hard-on. Once I was hard, jerking off was the logical next step. I remember the many times I would get my dick out right in my yard and jack off onto the grass. The heavy landscaping kept me from being seen by any neighbors or passers-by. This literally occurred every time I worked in the yard. There was something taboo about it that made it super sexy.

One girl I dated for a while liked to play with my dick while we were driving in the car. The problem with it was a couple of times she went too far and I couldn’t hold back cumming. At the time you don’t give a shit about where the cum is going to go but afterwards, when there’s jism splattered all over your clothes, it becomes a real problem. She always thought it was hilariously funny for me to be covered in cum.

For a couple of years between marriages I had a fuckbuddy who was great fun. Nothing was taboo and she loved to jack me off. She was a hairdresser and would come to my house to cut my hair. When I knew she was coming I would edge for several hours ahead of time so I was primed by the time she got there. I would strip and sit in a chair in my kitchen and she would cut my hair. When she finished I would jack off while she watched. The goal was to see how far I could shoot. She actually got down with a tape measure and measured off a couple of inches short of five feet. On a second similar try I thought I had exceeded that number but another measurement was basically the same. After I came, we would jump in the shower together and by the time we got out, I was primed for more sex which would entail blowjobs and fucking.

One other time we both sitting naked on my balcony. She jacked me off and I shot over the balcony railings. I was on the third floor. I looked down and the first floor condo had a patio and there on the patio was a table with several blobs of semen splattered on it. Luckily nothing ever came of it.

The two of us were in San Jose Del Cabo at the tip of Baja. We had a late dinner and then walked the totally deserted main street of the town. I had to pee really bad and she encouraged me to do it in a doorway. I said I would if she would hold my cock for me. She did and when I finished peeing she started jerking me off and kept it up until I shot a load onto the sidewalk. This was right in the middle of town but it was midnight and we were pretty much on our own.

Then my third wife loved to play with my dick. But she had a thing about not wasting my cum. I had to finish off either down her throat or in her pussy. That was a bit of a setback for me because I’ve always got off on seeing the semen spurt out of my dick. That’s a sight I dearly love. Plenty of women get off on a good cumshot, but not my wife.

So she would give me a great handjob but once I got close, I had to finish off down her throat. Don’t get me wrong. Those were some fabulous orgasms as she sucked the cum out of my dick.

Later in life between marriage number two and three, I got involved with some M2M sessions. Some mutual jackoffs with another guy. Then I promoted several circle jerks with anywhere from four to six guys total. Lots of great jacking off and cum spurting. Even had my then girlfriend join one of the circle jerks and she jerked off all four of us to spurting orgasms. Great fun. One of the circle jerk guys brought his cute girlfriend to a threesome with me. No fucking but she jerked us both off. I loved it when she took some tissues and wiped my dick and chest clean of cum. Very, very hot. I’ve never really understood my reasoning, but getting all the cum cleaned up by my partner is very erotic to me. Holding my dick and wiping the still engorged dripping head clean of cum is the best. Love it.

In recent years with the advent of the internet and endless porn available, most of my jacking takes place in front of the computer in my home office. My office chair sits on one of those large plastic mats and I can just spurt my load right onto the mat for easy cleanup. Again, cock angle has a lot to do with the degree of pleasure achieved through orgasm. If I remain sitting, I have to push my dick down in order to easily shoot onto the plastic mat. So I usually stand up and just bend over. But the process of going from sitting to standing while whacking away, somehow lessens the intensity of the orgasm. The solution is to remain sitting and just not aim my dick at the floor. Unfortunately, the result of that is cum shooting all over my chest and lap. Sometimes I’m in the nude so it would be reasonably OK to do that but most of the time I’m clothed with just my pants pulled down and the result would be sticky semen all over everything.

It’s been years since I’ve jacked off in bed. Occasionally, I will be sitting out on my back patio and get the urge to cum. So I go ahead and jack off and then shoot onto the adjacent plot of grass. I’ve been single for quite some time now, so I can jack off very frequently with no concern of being interrupted. Although I do think one of the gardening crew might have caught a glimpse of me jacking my dick one time. Years ago, in a different house in a different town, the gardening crew was a man and his wife. She clearly saw me jacking off one time and even after I was aware that she saw me, she continued to watch until I shot my load. I was too close to even think about stopping. Then she turned away and went back to work.

Even at a fairly advanced age, I usually jack off twice a day. Sometimes more

Happy jacking, fellow masturbators.

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The Handy Squad

Fiction by Spurtz

Jill, Charli, and Amanda were three teen high school girls. They had been close friends since grade school. They all lived in the same neighborhood. They shared all their secrets with each other and it soon became obvious that all three had an unusual interest in cocks. Sure, they had seen plenty of photos and videos on line but all three agreed that was nothing compared to actually touching and feeling a hard dick.

All three had some minor experience with cocks. Jill had a regular boyfriend and every time they were necking and making out, he would put her hand on his hard dick through his pants. He was too shy to take it out and she was equally too shy to ask him to show it.

Charli had gone with a date to a notorious lover’s lane where many high schoolers parked to make out. After much kissing and hugging, her date got one of her tits freed and was sucking on it. He unzipped his pants and was in the process of freeing his hard-on when Charli noticed two guys shining a flashlight in an adjacent car. She told her date and they both frantically tried to get decent. Her date had just zipped up his pants when two cops appeared at the side window shining a flashlight in the open window. “Time to go home, kids,” the cop told them.

That event scared them both so badly that no further attempt at sex took place.

Amanda made it a bit farther along with her date. He got his cock out and placed her hand on it. After just a few furtive movements of her hand, he ejaculated several spurts of cum all over his pants and shirt. Some got on her hand. She had heard that teen boys could be quick on the trigger but this was ridiculous. The boy was mortified and nothing was ever attempted again.

The three girls shared these stories. Jill and Charli wanted to know what Amanda’s date’s cock looked like but she said it was so dark she couldn’t really tell. This started what became almost an obsession with the three teens to have some actual contact with an erect cock. They endlessly talked about schemes to achieve contact with hard cocks but all the various ideas were discarded as either unrealistic or had the potential to have them branded as sluts at school.

Finally, Jill came up with a unique idea. She had a part time summer job at a local AARP office. Plus she was super handy with a computer. She tapped in to the AARP member database and got the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all members between the ages of 60 and 70 who lived in their ZIP code and were single or divorced. She came up with nearly 50 names. Jill proposed that they approach these older men and propose to give them a free handjob. Jill said this could almost be viewed as a public service as chances were that the only sex they were getting was with their own hand.

“But,” Charli objected, “who wants to play with some shriveled up old dick?”

“I’ve done some reading up on it,” responded Jill, “and what I’ve learned is that as a guy ages there is almost no change in his dick. It looks basically the same at 60 as it did at 15. Just bigger. And bigger is always better.”

“But some of these old guys are going to be fat and gross,” said Amanda. “I don’t want to be jerking off some old fat guy.”

Jill had an answer for that. “If we go to the dude’s door and he turns out to be fat and gross or too ugly, we just tell him we are collecting donations for the Girl Scouts. He’ll probably turn us down and we just leave.”

After much more discussion the three decided to give it a try.

The girls chose to wear their school uniforms. The uniforms were plaid skirts, which were surprisingly short, white blouses with a little red ribbon at the neck, knee-high white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The girls thought this was a good idea as the outfits made them look about 13 or 14 and they figured that would get the old guys to get a hard-on that much quicker. They decided to call themselves “The Handy Squad.”

They went over the addresses they had and crossed out any that were in a poor neighborhood. They figured it was best to limit themselves to upper middle class or upper class addresses. They elected to start with addresses that were within walking distance or a convenient bus ride. Nothing too close to home. They thought that some of the men might be interested in a return visit so they set up an anonymous email address where they could be contacted. The first visit would be free but return visits would be $100. They also decided that any man they contacted would have to agree to a quick shower before they gave him their treatment. If they were going to play with a guy’s cock, they wanted that to be a nice clean cock.

When they headed out to their first address, they all admitted to being scared and nervous. They weren’t concerned about being attacked or raped as they figured with three of them, there was safety in numbers. But what they were doing was pretty bold stuff for three 17-year old teens.

They arrived at a very nice upscale home and rang the doorbell. They were all relieved to see the door answered by a nice looking older man who was casually dressed in nice clothes. Jill had been selected as the spokesperson for the group. They had agreed that if any of the girls objected to the guy, they would give a quick little shake of their head before Jill said anything. Jill looked at both of her mates and they were both smiling.

“Hi,” Jill said, “we are the Handy Squad and are providing free handy’s to older gentlemen like yourself as a public service.”

“Free is usually good,” the man replied, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what a handy is. Can you be more specific?” Jill was a bit taken aback with this response. “Well, it’s a handjob. That’s all,” she said.

“You young girls are offering handjobs?” the guy replied with shock on his face. “I could go to jail having sex with girls as young as you.”

“We’re in Pennsylvania and the legal age of consent is 16. We are all 17 so there is no problem. We all have I.D. cards with our photo and age that we can show you but we will have to cover up our names and addresses for obvious reasons.”

“Well, if you say you are 17, I believe you, but you sure look younger than that. OK, what’s the catch? How much are you charging?”

“No charge. Our only requirement is that you take a shower before we start,” responded Charli.

“Well, hell, let’s get started. Come on in. Get yourself a soft drink out of the fridge while I take that shower”

Ten minutes later he called out that he was ready and waiting in the bedroom. The girls looked at each other. If they were going to back out, now was the time. They smiled and Amanda said “Let’s go upstairs.”

When they got to the bedroom Mr. Johnson was standing there in the nude. His penis was jutting out, already about half hard, probably in anticipation of what was coming. The girls had decided beforehand that part of their routine was to complement the men on their cocks. They begin by telling him what a nice penis he had and how much they were looking forward to jacking him off. The girls told him that this was all new to them and they needed his instructions on things they could do to his cock that made him feel good. They had him lay back on the bed and Jill explained what was going to happen.

“I’m going to be the first to jack your cock. Then Charli is going to take over and Amanda will finish you off. Each of us will take about ten minutes stroking your penis. So the total treatment will last about 30 minutes. Any time you think you might be about to cum, you must say something and we will back off. You have to make it last until Amanda finishes you off. This is important. While we are working you over we want your instructions on what we can do to make it feel better. Please be patient with us as you are the first man we have ever masturbated and we want it to be great for you. After you’ve cum, we will clean you up and take several minutes to make sure your cock is nice and clean. Charli has a packet of washcloths we brought along specifically for clean-up purposes. We feel a thorough clean-up is important rather than walking off and leaving you covered in cum.”

“Are you girls going to get undressed?” he wanted to know. “No,” replied Jill, “this isn’t about us. It’s all about your hard cock. You’ve probably never had three cute teens jack you off before and we want this to be the best handy you’ve ever had.”

With that, Jill climbed onto the bed and got between his legs. Finally, she thought, my first real penis and it’s a nice one. She estimated it was maybe six and a half inches long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and had a very attractive cockhead that had a nice purple color. She really wasn’t expecting an old guy to have such a rock hard prick but of course she had no basis for comparison. She had felt her boyfriend’s dick through his pants but she didn’t think it ever felt this hard. She had seen numerous handjobs given on the internet so she roughly knew what to do. She lightly gripped his nuts with her left hand and started jacking his rock hard cock with the other. Over the thirty minutes that the three teens stroked the man’s cock he had given them a number of instructions. One was placing the palm of their hand on the tip of his dick and rubbing it back and forth in a circular motion. Another was steepling their fingers and sliding them down over his cock head which stimulated the coronal ridge, a very sensitive area. And of course he showed them how to pay special attention the frenulum area, even explaining that an ejaculation could be coaxed out just by rubbing that area.

When it was Charli’s turn she was thrilled. She had had many fantasies imagining what it would be like to actually have a nice erect dick in her hands and it was even more exciting than she had dreamed. She couldn’t take her eyes off of that throbbing cock. It was like the guy didn’t even exist, just his dick. He had to stop her a couple of times because he was on the verge of cumming. But even when she had to stop jerking him off, she couldn’t let go of that wonderful cock. She was hooked on dicks for sure.

Then Amanda moved into position and took over. Charli hated to let go of Mr. Johnson’s cock but it was Amanda’s turn. The girls had decided that they would take turns being last as they moved on to other men, so that all three would get to experience actually bringing on the ejaculation. Amanda pumped away really enjoying watching the bulbous red head of his cock disappear and then reappear out of her fist. She knew he was close as his body started jerking in little convulsions. He blurted out, “When I start to cum, don’t stop. In fact grip harder and go faster.” She was already aware of this because all three girls had read everything they could find on handjobs and she knew that many women would stop pumping or even let go when the cum started shooting and that this really ruined the orgasm for the man.

Even though Amanda’s full ten minutes of jerking was not up, it was pretty obvious that Mr. Johnson had arrived at the point where even if she had stopped, he was going to cum. As his orgasm neared, he cried out “Tighter, faster,” and Amanda did just that. Without any warning the cum started spurting out of the man’s cock. Very forceful streams shot up his chest and onto his face. Amanda was a bit shocked because she really wasn’t expecting so much cum. It was at least twice what her boyfriend had ejaculated in her one previous experience. She kept on pumping as her two teammates screamed with pleasure as they watched stream after stream of semen jetting from Johnson’s cock. Amanda dutifully kept jacking until there was no more cum to have. She finally let go of his dick and picked up one of the handcloths and wiped her hands first. Then she delicately took hold of his wilting penis and wiped all the semen off and then wiped his chest and even his face. She noticed that his dick had a thin string of semen drooling from the tip and she went back and cleaned that up.

Johnson lay on the bed, totally wiped out. His dick was bright red from the beating the girls had given it. “Omigod, girls,” he gasped, “that was the best handjob I’ve ever had in my entire life. Can I get you to come back and do it again. In fact, if you give me a few minutes to rest, I’d like to do it again right now.”

Jill answered. “We can’t do it now, we have to get home. We can come back but seconds cost $100. First handy is free.”

“Cost is not an issue. It would be the best $100 I ever spent. What I would like to do is set up weekly visits at $100 each. In fact, make it $200, and if all three of you will get undressed while jacking me off, I’ll make it $300. What do you say?”

“We need to talk it over and will get back to you. We have your phone number,” answered Jill. “But let me warn you, if we agree to get undressed, it’s just for looking. No fucking.”

“How about blowjobs?” he countered. I could go $500 a week if all three would take turns blowing me.”

Unknown to the girls, he couldn’t hire a decent hooker for a blowjob for $500 but to them it was a lot of money.

Jill thought that this guy must have plenty of money to spend that much weekly. “None of us have ever sucked a cock before,” she said. “We really need to discuss it and let you know.”

The girls said their goodbyes and told him how much they enjoyed jacking him off and seeing him spurt. He was overjoyed that they had searched him out and explained how he thought his sex life was over and that having the experience with them was one of the most wonderful things that had ever happened to him.

As the girls walked home they joyfully discussed what they just had experienced. They all raved about the opportunity to see a real penis in the flesh and to jack it and watch it spurt. They talked about how many more names were on the list and although the offer for repeat performances with Mr. Johnson was greatly appreciated, the thought of many more different cocks was also very appealing.

Being the realist in the group, Charli pointed out that it didn’t have to be one or the other. They could do both. The only possible fly in the ointment was their time was not always their own. They had parents. It might be difficult to set up weekly meetings with Mr. Johnson where all three girls would be available. “How do you feel about sucking his cock and being totally naked?” asked Jill.

Amanda responded, “I don’t mind going naked. You know he will try to grab our tits and maybe get his fingers in our pussies. I can handle that. And he does have a really nice dick. I could picture myself sucking it as long as he doesn’t cum in my mouth.”

“That would be gross,” replied Jill, “although I see a lot of women on the internet taking a load in their mouth and loving it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. But if we agree to his deal, we could make a rule of no cum in our mouths. Anyway, we don’t have to make a decision right now. I’m looking forward to the next guy on our list. Variety is the spice of life, they say. The more dicks I can jack off, the better.“

Author’s note: You probably already figured it out but this story is a fantasy.

The Handy Squad – Part 2

Continuing the fantasy…..

The three 17 year old high school girls who made up The Handy Squad had made it their goal to approach a different older man each week and offer to provide him a free handjob. The initial contact had proven so successful with Mr. Johnson, who turned out to be quite wealthy, that he was willing to pay them a substantial amount of money to see him once each week and get him off. However, he had some special conditions which they had discussed at length as to whether or not they wanted to agree. One condition was that they all be nude. All three girls had really nice athletic bodies and weren’t afraid to show them off so that was not a problem. Jill had some concerns that Mr. Johnson would try to grab their tits or get his fingers in their bare pussies but both Charli and Amanda were confident they could handle that issue. The other condition was that all three girls would take turns sucking his cock. Again, all three were ok with that as long as he didn’t cum in their mouth and Mr. Johnson agreed with that.

None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before so they were looking forward to this new experience.

Their original plan was to meet the men on a school day. They wanted to wear their school uniforms which made them look even younger than they were. Their school let out at 3 pm and their parents usually didn’t get home from work until 5:30 or 6 pm. Jill and Charli both had single moms and Amanda’s parents both worked. So the girls could leave right from school and have about three hours to meet different older men and jack them off. And still get home before any parents did.

When they first started The Handy Squad they had addresses for older single men who were within walking distance or a short bus ride. They decided to meet Mr. Johnson for his weekly session on the weekends because they could always come up with some excuse to be gone for a two or three hours while they worked over Mr. Johnson’s hard cock.

The first repeat session with Mr. Johnson went extremely well. He was a really nice older guy who was very respectful to the three girls and never made any weird demands. Jill was the first of the three to take his cock in her mouth. None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before but both Jill and Charli took to it very quickly. They both discovered that it was something they really enjoyed. Amanda initially just tolerated it but as the weeks went by, she learned to look forward to having Mr. Johnson’s hard cock in her mouth. Jill knew it was just a matter of time before one of them took a blowjob too far and ended up with a load of cum in their mouth. The three of them had discussed it and all three had decided that they kind of looked forward to the experience since it would be a new experience.

They settled into a routine of hitting a new guy one day each week. A second weekday was set aside for repeats as nearly every guy wanted a repeat performance. The original plan was to charge $100 for a repeat performance but so many men requested repeats that they raised the price to $200. Coupled with the $500 Mr. Johnson was paying each week gave them enough money to pay an Uber to take them around so they didn’t have to walk or ride a bus. With plenty left over.

The men that came after Mr. Johnson were not all a winner like he was. One guy refused their services totally as he thought it was some kind of scam to blackmail him. Another guy couldn’t get fully hard although he did get hard enough that they eventually made him cum. Two guys were gay so that was a no-go. And one guy was a religious nut who went on a rant about what they were doing was an abomination under God and also illegal. They didn’t bother to argue the point but they were in Pennsylvania where the legal age of consent is 16 and as long as it was a free service, they weren’t breaking any laws. The repeat fee was probably illegal but who was going to complain? Anyway they told the guy they would stop what they were doing and repent their sins to shut him up before he called the cops. Even though the cops wouldn’t do anything because they weren’t breaking the law, they were afraid the cops would tell their parents.

But they also had many successes and learned even more about how to give a world class handjob. One guy introduced them to the use of a lubricant. Which they really liked and made it a point to always carry a bottle of K-Y with them on all future visits. Another guy tried to talk them into fingering his butthole while they jacked his cock but they thought that was gross. Until two more men suggested the same thing, so they decided to give it a try. That became part of their jackoff routine to the enjoyment of their partners.

About the fifth or sixth guy they successfully approached was Mr. Pirelli. He was a really good looking older dude. Very distinguished looking and lived in what was literally a mansion. He was extremely enthused about their offer. They later learned that he had a very active sex life but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have three cute teens jack off his penis. And what a penis is was. Jill thought it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and the other two agreed. Not only was it beautiful but it was very large. They all thought it had to be at least eight inches long and very thick. And extremely hard.

The girls, who all had an obsession with hard cocks, literally worshipped Mr. Pirelli’s monster dick. He insisted the girl’s call him Don. After the three took turns jacking his rock hard throbbing prick to a monster cum, they couldn’t leave it alone. They took turns taking a long time to clean up the cum and wipe his still firm penis dry. As they cleaned him up a small drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock and Charli leaned in and licked it off. Then the other two girls touched their tongue to his dick and all three lapped away. His prick responded as expected and this time the girls each took turns sucking his throbbing monster. Even though he had just cum, after five weeks of sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock, they were all talented cocksuckers and it wasn’t long before Don was ready to blow again.

Jill was the one sucking him at the time and she could tell he was on the verge of filling her mouth and throat with jism. And she wanted it. Knowing she could make him cum gave her a huge feeling of accomplishment and power. She jammed a finger up his ass and grabbed his nuts with the other hand as her lips flew up and down the length of his giant prick. She was the only one of the three who had mastered the art of deep throat and she had Don’s cock down her throat as far as it would go. As her head bobbed up and down she felt his body tense up and he grabbed her head with both hands and guided her bobbing head to the exact rhythm he needed to achieve orgasm. She felt his cock pulse as the semen coursed its way up the length of his prick and his balls twitched in her hand. Finally her goal was reached as spurt after powerful spurt of Don’s cum shot down her throat. As fast as the cum came, Jill swallowed and swallowed. For a second she was afraid it was more than she could handle and a bit did squirt out of her mouth. But she managed to take most of the load down her throat. Even after she was sure she had sucked the last drop of semen from Don’s monster cock, she kept on sucking as hard as she could. Finally, Don could take no more and pushed her head off of his dick telling her the sensitivity was more than he could handle.

They lay there together. His still hard prick just inches from her mouth. She slid closer and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. The other two girls leaned in and smothered his cock with kisses.

“Girls,” gasped Don, “I’ve had too many blowjobs to count, but without a doubt that was the best one I’ve ever had in my entire life and it was with a 17-year old kid. And you took my entire prick right to the balls. Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?”

Jill decided not to answer and let him wonder. Amanda said “Mr. Pirelli, we have to get going in order to get home before our parents. We’ve never gotten a guy off twice in one meeting before so we’ve been here longer than usual.”

As the girls got themselves together preparing to leave, Don handed Jill a thousand dollars in cash and said, “I know you girls don’t charge but I want you to have this. It’s the only way I can express what a wonderful experience this has been for me. And you will definitely be hearing from me again.”

The Handy Squad – Chapter 3

The fantasy continues…..

The three girls continued on their “public service,” as they liked to call it, of searching out older single men and giving out free handjobs. Jill, Charli, and Amanda had been super tight friends since grade school and all three had shared every aspect of their life, even their deepest, darkest secrets, with each other. One thing they all agreed on was they were extremely enamored with men’s cocks. Although prior to forming The Handy Squad, they had very little actual contact with a real penis. Which was why The Handy Squad was born.

In just the first few months of the Squad’s existence, they had managed to jerk off an impressive number of older men. Most of whom requested follow-up sessions. The first contact was free and what they considered a public service. But repeat sessions were $200 each. Plus they had a standing weekly get together with a Mr. Johnson who paid them $500 weekly for handjobs and blowjobs.

The girls had discussed about going to the next step with any of these men and allowing actual intercourse. They had decided against it. After all, they were only 17 and the men they were seeing were all 60 and up.

One of the men who they met was Don Pirelli. What they didn’t know when he answered the door of what could literally be considered a mansion, was that the mansion was only a guest house down the street from his real home where he had a complete staff in a really huge estate. He also carried the tile of a Count from his former country. And was fabulously wealthy. The girls were very fortunate to catch him alone at the guest house because if they had knocked on the door of his estate, it would have been answered by one of the staff and they would never have gotten close to the Count.

They did jack him off and that somehow led to Jill giving him what he called the best blowjob of his life. She did have some experience as they all had been sucking off Mr. Johnson for the past five weeks. The Count was so impressed that he gave the girls a thousand dollars and immediately made plans to see them again. However after a couple more sessions with the Count, Jill had become obsessed with his overly large penis. And it wasn’t just the size. She thought it was the best looking cock she had ever seen and had become totally obsessed with it. It was all that she thought about.

She contacted the Count and made arrangements to meet him at the guest house. She was already feeling guilty about not telling the rest of the Handy Squad what she was doing. But she wanted at least one session with the Count’s beautiful cock all to herself. In the last two sessions with him the girls had taken turns jacking him off. He was actually partial to handjobs and his reasoning was he liked viewing his cock being worked over with the hands of the three teens. And he especially got off on seeing his cock spurt streams of cum. If his dick was buried in one of the girl’s mouths, he couldn’t admire his bulging shiny cockhead and couldn’t get off seeing himself ejaculate halfway across the room. And the girls agreed. They also got off seeing him blast a load of cum out of his monster cock.

When Jill arrived at the guest house, the Count wanted to know where her teammates were? She explained that the three of them had agreed that no actual fucking would occur with any of the men they serviced. But she admitted to the Count that she had an all-consuming desire to have his big prick buried deep in her pussy. She told him that’s all she thought about 24/7 and it was driving her crazy. She told him that she’d never been fucked but spent all her waking hours visualizing what it would feel like to have her pussy stretched with the Count’s huge prick.

Don Pirelli was all for the idea. He confessed that he had visions of fucking her ever since he met her. They both shed their clothing and climbed onto the Count’s California King Size bed. His cock was instantly hard and Jill immediately grabbed it, stroked it, kissed it and sucked the bulbous head. The Count liberally coated his throbbing cock with lubricant and also smeared it over the entrance to Jill’s cunt. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. The Count directed the head of his penis to her opening and attempted to enter her. The head finally slid into her followed by about five or six inches of throbbing cock. The head bumped up against her cervix and she winced with the slight pain. He realized that he had to take it easy since she was a virgin. She had already told him that all three of the girls had already destroyed their hymens playing with Amanda’s mother’s large collection of dildoes and vibrators. They had spent hours getting each other off long before they formed The Handy Squad.

Still, it was important to take it somewhat easy with a girl who had never been fucked before. The Count spent the next hour thrusting his hard prick in and out of Jill’s now juicy teen cunt. Anytime he got close to cumming he would back off for a bit or change to a new position. The Count knew every coital position that existed and tried them all out on the willing teen. She turned out to be multi-orgasmic and they both lost count of how many times she came. Finally it was his turn and with an almost animalistic heaving of the two bodies, he felt the cum start to ejaculate from his big cock into the sweet teen’s vagina. They were back in the missionary position and she had her legs locked around him and screamed with ecstasy, and some pain, as she felt the semen splatter against her insides. Finally his thrusts diminished as the last of his orgasm brought him down and the two of them lay there exhausted. After a few minutes she felt his cock slip from her and she reversed her position on the bed and took his wilting penis in her mouth and sucked it clean of her juices and his cum. The combination of the two flavors was very unique and she looked forward to experiencing it many more times.

Jill had been gone for a long time and had to get home. The Count gave her another thousand dollars which sounds like a lot but was pocket change to him. At any given time he carried fifteen to twenty thousand in cash. She took an Uber home and once there, called Charli and Amanda and asked them to come over to her house.

Once all three girls were there, Jill confessed to what she had done. She was afraid they would be mad at her but actually they thought it was great that she took that step. She offered to split the money with them but they said she earned it. But they both now admitted they would like to fuck the Count as, like Jill, they wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by a cock that large. She told them it was fabulous. She was frankly a bit jealous to share the Count’s cock with her friends but she realized there was no room for jealousy. Because of many factors, her relationship with the Count would never be anything more than sexual so it was only fair that the other girls get their share.

Another meeting was set up for a few days in the future and the three teens hooked up once again with the Count. Jill was surprised that she actually got a sexual thrill, along with some pangs of jealousy, watching the Count’s huge member thrusting into the pussies of her two best friends. The Count fucked Charli first and after a few minutes rest, he assaulted Amanda’s waiting pussy for a second ejaculation.

After both copulations, Jill made it her duty to suck his cock clean of semen and her friend’s vaginal juices. The Count felt bad about not being up to fucking Jill in the time they had left but made up for it by licking and sucking her clit to several screaming orgasms. Jill was on birth control but the other two were not. But the Count had Julie pills available for the girls to take and neither was in what was considered their ovulation periods so the risk of pregnancy was almost non-existent. They made plans for another hookup the following week and the Count promised to fuck all three of them.

The Count handed out another thousand dollars to each of the three girls. As the girls headed home in an Uber they discussed what to do about all the money they were getting. There really was no way to spend it and hide it from their parents. Between the $500 a week Mr. Johnson was giving them and then another $200 a week for a repeat with former sessions, plus the thousand a week each girl was going to be getting from the Count, the total was $3,700 a week. Divided three ways, that was $1,233 a week for each girl. Tax fee. That was almost $65,000 net a year. What to do? Charli came up with opening savings accounts and just saving the money until they were older. With a bit of cleverness they could keep the accounts hidden from their parents and build a nice little nest egg for when they left home and were out on their own.

And realistically, how long could they keep up the pace with The Handy Squad? At some point all the jacking, sucking and fucking was going to get to be too much too handle. But for now, it was sure a lot of fun to play with all of those different hard cocks.

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Under the Table

My girlfriend, Niomi, read something in a book, and wanted to try it out.

She read that in ancient Japan, it was not uncommon for a group of men at a dinner to have someone crawling under their low table from man to man, and sucking each guy off. The guys were supposed to be very strong, and not show any change in facial expression when they ejaculated. I’m not quite sure how that worked, because as I understand it, the Japanese used to eat at very low tables.

Anyway, Ni became obsessed with the idea.

One evening we ate dinner together as usual, but she insisted we both be naked. I was all for that. After dessert, she climbed down under the table, and gave me a blowjob. It was easy for her, because she is tiny, easily able to fit under a table.

I was delighted. She was delighted. But, she wasn’t quite satisfied. I knew what she really wanted, but it wouldn’t be easy.

Her birthday was May 6. For two weeks leading up to the day, I started emailing friends and associates – certain ones – ones that would be accepting of the idea, and invited them to this special dinner. It took some doing to get 12 men together. I started inviting lesser and lesser acquaintances, and started to worry that some of them may not ‘get it’ or freak out. But, for Niomi, it had to be done, right?

The evening arrived. I’m sure Niomi figured out what was up when she saw the volume of food I was cooking up, and people started arriving.

As the men were arriving, I set up a second table next to the main dining table so there’d be enough room for everyone. The doorbell rang once more, and there was Tony, but he had brought Michelle, his girlfriend along. I was like “What the fuck?” but didn’t actually say anything. It seemed like having another woman there might mess up our plans, but what could I do?

It took some doing to get the festivities under way. I had turned up the heat to where people might start to be uncomfortable in clothing, but still, there was quite a bit of hesitancy before everyone started removing their clothes.

I was worried that Niomi and Michelle might hang back, but no, they threw off their clothes as well. I have to tell you, Michelle is a real looker. She has that classic slim Asian look, with small breasts and neatly trimmed black hair over her vaginal area. She was almost as short as Niomi, but Ni has classic Nordic looks with big boobs.

So, we all ate dinner naked. That, in itself was a real delight. I know I should have been staring at Niomi’s boobs above the table, but my gaze was drawn to Michelle numerous times. I hope my glancing in her direction wasn’t obvious.

Now, the one thing that I was very curious about was what was under the table. Were these men erect? I was trying to figure out ways to get a look under there, but didn’t manage to do so. I know I was erect about half of the time. I was also a bit worried that some of the other men might see me erect under there, which for some reason would have been terribly embarrassing.

Dessert came and went. Without any announcement, Ni crawled under the table. All the people, including Michelle, I assume, had been informed of the plan.

Niomi went from man to man, while we had a conversation. The ongoing conversation was important, because the men had to be resolute and not show that they were orgasming. The conversation was a bit stilted, a bit artificial at first, but soon, it became sexual in nature and everyone became quite animated.

Ni’s travel from man to man took quite a long time. I guess some guys take longer to cum than others. I was about the sixth one. I’m proud to say I was in mid-sentence when I came in her mouth, and didn’t miss a beat, although maybe my voice went a bit higher for a split-second.

I assumed Ni would just skip over Michelle. But no, even though we couldn’t see what was going on under the table, it was quite clear that Michelle was getting the licking of her life. She was slumped low in the chair, and did let out a quiet little moan as her body stiffened during her orgasm.

So that was our evening. After everyone left, Ni thanked me profusely, and hinted that she has another thing that she wants to do with our friends maybe in a month or so. I keep trying to get her to tell me what she’s thinking, but so far, she’s keeping it a secret.

Twelve Students

I’m going to be a psychologist when I grow up. In fact, I believe I’ll specialize in sexual research. I’ve learned a few things already. For instance, if you want something, don’t be shy. Just ask! That seemingly simple technique works wonders!

Knowing that, I went to Dr. Wilton, the principal of our school, laid out my plan, and asked his permission. Now, you should know that our school is progressive. Established in 1978, it’s a ‘free school’ meaning open curriculum. Or, at least it was back in ’78. Over the years, it has become an almost typical high school, although instead of ordinary electives, we have two hours each afternoon to study exactly what we want. Much of this study is not on school grounds, but all over the city, at various volunteer mentors’ homes and places of business. The teachers, who prefer to call themselves ‘counselors’ guide us in integrating our own interests such that we end up writing, learning relevant math, and presenting our projects, so that we end up well-rounded. Interestingly, several graduates of our school have gone on to have illustrious careers.

So, when I told Dr. Wilton that I wanted to conduct a research study, involving 24 kids, he didn’t balk. Well, not entirely. When I told him I wanted 12 kids to masturbate together daily, then chronicle their results in their social lives against 12 kids who didn’t masturbate, or at least not as often and socially, he did his best to suppress an expression of shock, then he told me:

1. There was to be no sexual activity beyond masturbation. No penetrating of anyone’s anything.

2. None of the ‘counselors’ could supervise, because they could too easily be construed as being involved in illegal ways since we were minors.

3. For the same reason, this could not be conducted on school premises.

4. It was to be stated in any presentation, written, video, or live, that the school was in no way associated with this research.

Frankly, I was rather amazed that he went along with it at all. At the end, he told me that he thought it was a very valid experiment, and he would be very interested to read the results. He went on to say that masturbation ought to be a required subject in school, like physical education, so that students wouldn’t be dealing with pent up horniness, and therefore they’d be better able to study. I was my turn to be shocked, hearing this coming out of an adult!

Getting 12 kids to participate as masturbators wasn’t easy. Almost to a person, they said ‘yes’ then a day or so later they backed out. Finally, after pestering everyone in sight, I got my twelve, 8 boys, and 4 girls.

You’d think that getting the 12 control students would be easier. First, I went to the Christian club. They were amused, but informed me that Christians do masturbate, quite often, in fact. “This is not your father’s Christianity” they told me. We don’t hold wanking as a taboo.

Anyway, I got six kids from the club. After all, my control group wasn’t supposed be kids who didn’t jerk off at all. They were supposed to represent more-or-less normal kids. Finally, I also got six kids who weren’t in the club, two of which claimed that they don’t masturbate at all. All these kids had to do was fill out questionnaires about their social lives at the start and then again at the end of the six-week experiment. The masturbating group had to fill out the exact same questionnaires.

The last thing on the agenda was to find a place, since we couldn’t use any school facilities. My main counselor, Mr. Taylor, offered his guest house. This guy had inherited quite a bit of money. I believe he was a teacher by choice, not because he needed the money. His guest house was bigger than my family’s whole house, with a large, carpeted, well-furnished living room. Other school activities had been held there. He warned me that since he couldn’t be there to supervise, we’d better not leave a mess, or our use of the place would be terminated instantly. No food wrappers left on table tops, no stains on the carpet, and that sort of thing. I agreed.

The first day started out quite awkwardly. We had 10 kids, plus me as the moderator. I decided that I’d be one of the test subjects, as well. (How could I resist?) One of the boys, Jeremy, had a dental appointment on that first day.

We all gathered at Mr. Taylor’s house, and sat around on the sofas and chairs for quite a while making uncomfortable small talk. I didn’t quite know how to get the festivities under way. Fortunately, this group were all enthusiastic about what was to unfold, but not one was taking their clothes off. Kyle piped up with a suggestion, “Turn up the heat. It’s fucking cold in here.”

Oh, right, of course people would be more inclined to get naked if the room was warm. May found the thermostat and turned it up. Kendra suggested we might start with some dancing. A couple of the kids found Mr. Taylor’s stereo and CDs, and put on some music.

We started dancing. It was fun, even though there were twice as many boys as girls. Still, everyone was clothed, and the nervousness in the room was palpable. I figured out it was up to me to get things going, and if I didn’t start soon, I could feel that the people were going to start heading home, disappointed, and not likely to ever return.

I took off my shirt, so I was topless. A couple of the other boys followed my lead. Then, the magic got underway: Yvette took off her top, revealing her wonderful tits! Oh my god, I felt something like adrenaline flow through my lower stomach area. This was going to become real. Until now, I hadn’t allowed myself to fully imagine what was going to happen.

Teddy whistled, and the other boys were practically drooling. Come to think of it, I believe May was kind of drooling also. I was having trouble taking my eyes off Yvette, but when I glanced to my left, there was Sandra topless, also. Her tits were small, but absolutely beautiful.

Paul was the boldest among us, always the one to crack risqué jokes, always the life of the party in any group, always smiling, always willing to take dares, so it’s no surprise that he as casually as if he were stepping into his own home shower, he stripped totally naked in front of everyone. More than that, his little wiener, oddly still hairless, considering he was 15 years old, was sticking up at a 45 angle fully erect, and waving back and forth as he danced.

To shorten a long story, it wasn’t long before we were all naked, and all the boys were erect. The dancing kind of faded out, as we all took positions on the various chairs and couches in the room. No one was wanking at first. There were eight young erections at full attention, and four very excited young girls, but nothing was happening.

I said to myself, “OK,” took a deep breath, and started working the skin of my penis up and down. Within ten seconds, everyone else was wanking furiously.

Thinking intelligently for just a moment, I warned the boys not to get cum on the furniture. This caused May to laugh, adding, “And girls, don’t get anything wet, either!”

That first day, all the boys except Will came within a minute or two, and Will was only a couple minutes behind. The girls were all moaning and arching their backs in orgasmic delight also. Even though no one touched anyone, it was the most erotic day of my life. When I got home, I jerked off again, remembering the day, and especially the four pretty girls. Even May, with her extra-wide body, was a real looker, in my opinion.

We were obligated to meet at Mr. Taylor’s house three afternoons a week for the duration of the six-week experiment, and with great enthusiasm, almost everyone showed up all the time. There would be the occasional kid who missed a day due to a family obligation, medical exam, or maybe detention for doing something stupid in school, and they always expressed great disappointment.

I had recommended to everyone that we keep this whole thing a secret. That didn’t last long. The whole school was aware of our little group, and I was asked like a million times whether others could join. I really wanted to let them all in, but I couldn’t. It would either wreck the accuracy of the experiment, or maybe even get us all kicked out of Mr. Taylor’s guest house.

After that first day, it didn’t take us long to get really, really involved. I mean, by the end of the experiment, I had been wanked, and I had done lots of wanking of others. I had had my fingers in all the girls’ asses, and most of the boys, too. I was just loving my daily dose of fingering the various girls’ pussies. At the start, I didn’t think I’d care for oral sex at all, but after Kendra gave me that first blowjob, I was hooked. Kyle developed a strong liking for the taste of cum, so he sucked me many times. I learned to love giving cunnilingus, and fellatio, too.

However, we were all very good students. We never fucked anyone. Somehow, everyone was very good about that. Oh, there was lots of kissing and hugging going on, and two of the girls became quite steady with two of the guys, but at least in Mr. Taylor’s guest house, no one did anything in the way of fucking.

Six weeks came and went all too soon. I had all the kids from both groups fill out the questionnaires. Unfortunately, from a scientific point of view, the experiment was a failure. There were no discernible trends. I had hoped that the study would reveal that the masturbatory group was more socially settled, less frantic about sexual matters, than the other group, but the results were nearly the same for both groups, with perhaps just a slightly better outcome for the wankers.

There was only one thing to do about the nebulous results: Run the experiment again.

Attempted Androgyny

I was born with an extra X chromosome in every cell. You might think that would make me a crippled weirdo, but actually, I was very nearly like everyone else. The biggest differences are that I was not very coordinated, so no good at sports, I grew quite tall, to six-foot-five and I am somewhat androgynous, which is common with us XXY guys.

I didn’t even know I had a problem until my parents had me checked at 18. The news was devastating, but in time, I realized it didn’t make much difference.

Around 22 years old, I fell in with a group of people, one of whom was a transgender person, and I started wondering. Would I make a better girl than a guy?

I talked about it with my new friends quite a lot. They sort of pushed me into becoming a transsexual, but I was thinking along slightly different, and dare I say, more rebellious lines. I thought it would be really cool to be right in the middle. Not male, not female.

I started taking estrogen, to enhance my tits, raise my voice, and well, make me more feminine.

All was going well until I told my sister, who wants to be a doctor someday. Big mistake! – Or, so I thought at the time.

“Estrogen!” she screamed. “Do you know what that will do to you? Did you do any research at all before you just started doing such a stupid thing?”

She explained that estrogen may give me the attributes that I’d like, but it could also shrink my testicles, reduce or even kill my frequency of erections, cause me to be unnaturally euphoric or depressed, give me cancer, and a whole bunch of other things. How she knew all that, or even if it’s true, I don’t know.

Then, right there in front of her two girlfriends, and my brother Kyle, she said, “Lemme take a look.”

I was like, “Whaaa…?”

She said, in a more commanding tone, “Let me see if you’ve done any damage already.”

“No fucking way!”

Well, she’s not one to be denied. Evelyn has a very commanding, and quite outgoing, almost rebellious personality. Even though a year younger than me, she’s always taken the lead between us. So, it wasn’t long that I was naked in front of my brother and the three girls.

“Oh, you’re shaving down there too?” It was more than shaving. Perhaps it was stupid, but I’ve had all the hair removed through electrolysis. From my chest, legs, underarms, butt, and belly, too.

She had me lay on the sofa and she just reached out, and started feeling my balls.

“Ouch” I yelled, but it didn’t really hurt. Her grip was firm, but I yelled more as a protection in case it would have been a harder grasp.

“They’re fucking smaller, you idiot!”

I felt my own balls, and they were the same size as normal. Or at least I thought so. They’ve always been kind of small. That’s another trait of this XXY business.

She pushed my hand away, and resumed feeling my balls, squeezing them around in my scrotum this way and that. I couldn’t help it, that caused me to get erect.

“Well, can you still cum, or did you wreck that, too?”

I was trying to think how to answer. I was literally dumbstruck. I mean, here I was in front of my brother, my sister, and her two friends that I barely knew, naked, erect, and totally embarrassed.

I didn’t get a chance to answer. She started stroking me up and down, and in just a moment, I ejaculated all over her hand and my stomach.

“Good,” she said. “You’re alright. If I ever catch you fucking around with that estrogen stuff again, or any drug, I’ll kick your ass from here to China. Understand?”

I understood.

Tough Guys (And Girls) Club

The first few days of high school were confusing, as I suppose it is for most kids. This was a huge inner city school, full of kids of all colors, but I wasn’t afraid even though I was small for my age. The school had a reputation for being ‘safe.’ Plus, it didn’t hurt that my mom is a martial arts instructor. She works for big corporations, teaching women tricks to avoid and overcome attacks. From as far back as I can remember, she and I have enjoyed ‘playing,’ which was really me being taught self-defense.

None of that mattered to me. I was fourteen years old, and the only thing on my mind was girls, and jerking off, probably in the reverse order. I jerked off at least once a day, and on one day, I had wanked five times. I loved my dick, and dicks in general. Not in a gay way – I think – but just was interested in how other boys jerk off, what they feel and so on. Oh, I looked at the internet. Who doesn’t? I saw the smooth women with big tits, and that would always send me into ejaculation in no time! What can I say? I’m a big tits guy.

About a week after school started, I saw a big guy smash a smaller guy up against a locker, and throw some significant cuss words at his victim. I couldn’t help myself. As the big guy was raring up to bash the little guy again, something happened to him causing him to fall on his face. That something was me.

He got up, and started aiming for me. Now, I was scared. He was at least 50 pounds heavier than me, and had that bully look in his eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle this. He came toward me as I was frantically reviewing in my head all the moves my mom had taught me, trying to figure out what to do. He swung his big arm, fist closed, as I cringed. The blow never came. An even bigger guy had grabbed the bully in a bear hug, saying, “Not today.” The bear hug turned into a throw, as the bully was tossed thirty feet down the hallway.

I thanked the big guy who may have saved me from a bad situation. His said his name was Jason. He seemed uninterested in me, just saying,”You’re welcome,” before walking away into the crowded hallway.

A few days later, in another crowded hallway between classes, I interceded in another altercation. Two girls had gotten into a fight, and fifty other kids formed a circle around them, just watching. Well, not just watching. They were taunting and egging the two girls on. It was really quite vicious. Without thinking it through, I pushed through the crowd, and broke the two girls up, being careful not to get hurt with wild grabs and punches myself.

Soon after, I found myself breaking up yet a third fight. I once again had to apply some of the things Mom taught me to avoid getting hurt and to make sure the bully was stopped. I’m sorry to report he got a black eye out of the deal. Someone asked how I did what I did. I just said, “My mother taught me Judo.”

That afternoon, a big guy came up to me, telling me his name was Nick. He seemed friendly, but I was wary. He could be another bully trying to pick on a smaller kid. He asked me whether I thought I was a “tough guy.”

‘Oh, oh,’ I was thinking. He wants to start something. I said, “No, I’m certainly not a tough guy.”

“I think you are.”

Fuck. I was becoming worried. Not that I couldn’t probably take this guy out with martial arts, but even when you win, you lose in such situations. First, I might get physically hurt. But also, I could get punished by the school, or would start being picked on by other bullies who thought I was a fighter.

Perhaps noticing my expression, he quickly added, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was actually sent to invite you to something.”

I was remembering the TV series Glee. I was literally thinking he was going to try to get me to join the glee club, or the chess club or something.

It turns out he wanted me to join the Tough Guys Club. He explained that there’s a group of guys in the school that defend against violence. It’s been a tradition in the school since 1975. That’s the reason this school is known as safe. The club isn’t exactly secret, but they do keep a low profile. He also explained that while most of the ‘tough guys’ are juniors or seniors, they could use me. They thought I could teach them the techniques they saw me use in the fights.

I was doubtful, but he talked me into attending a meeting. When I accepted, he hesitated a moment, then blushing, he said, “But there’s one thing: we meet Roman style.”

“Huh?”

“In ancient Rome, the men got together in what were called ‘baths.’ There they discussed the events of the day, they played games, and they had a good time.”

“So?”

Again he hesitated. Then he blurted out, “They were naked.”

“And so?”

Oh! I got it! These tough guys meet naked! A flood of emotions came over me. I had always wanted to be with a group of naked people. I had jerked off many times imagining myself in orgies, in circle jerks, being watched by a crowd while fucking, and so on. A group of naked guys, how cool was that? I mean, it would be even better if it were a mixed group, guys and girls, but this could be absolutely exciting in its own right. But then some sort of fear came over me, too. This was very weird, right?

So there I was, facing a decision. Right then and there, I could decline, and be saved from whatever weirdness this invitation might involve. But then, I’d miss out on what I thought was the biggest and best opportunity of my young life. I smiled at him, and accepted.

Thursday afternoon I was invited to Jason’s house. I explained I had no way to get there, and it was a long walk. Between classes, a big guy I hadn’t met came walking right up to me, then passed me a note. It said, “I’ll drive you there and back.” His name, Kevin, and phone number was on the note.

Between classes, I called my mom, and asked her if I could come home late, explaining I was trying out an after-school martial arts club. She was delighted.

I was nervous on the ride over. I asked Kevin questions about the Tough Guys Club. He was mostly talking about the history, like how they started over 40 years ago, and that the tradition had been passed down year after year. He said the school officials stay uninvolved because they know it’s a good thing, but they can’t endorse it – you know, possible lawsuits and things.

I tried to ask about the nudity and all, but I didn’t find out any details. Again that term, “Roman” came up, then he went back into history, telling me about how other inner city schools had riots and things, and how the academic standard was higher here, due in no small part to the Tough Guys.

Part of my nervousness was natural. Who wouldn’t be all freaked out about taking your clothes off with a bunch of other people? But part was due to my development, or lack thereof. I had like five or six scraggly hairs on my crotch. That’s all. I knew they’d grow in eventually, but at the moment, I looked like a child. My neighbor, on the other hand, had a full forest of hair at age eleven. Go figure!

We got there. There were twenty kids, all big kids, except me, crowded into Jason’s living room. His parents both worked evening shifts at the hospital, so the house was all ours. He explained that the parents knew about the Tough Guys Club, and supported it. In fact, his father had been a member twenty-some years before.

Two of the boys were already undressed. Fully naked, sitting on a sofa. Oh, my god: One of them was sporting a boner! He seemed oblivious, like sitting naked in a room full of boys with a boner was the most natural thing in the world. The other guys were equally unconcerned – like it was no big deal to have an erection in the group.

Everyone was talking about everything as the boys were undressing. I kind of hung back a bit taking off only my shirt. Somehow, my reputation had preceded me. Several guys came up to me asking questions about martial arts. They seemed genuinely interested, and more, they were downright friendly. Inviting. Acting as if I had always been a part of their family or something.

Now, most of the guys were fully naked, and here I was still only shirtless. I knew what I had to do. Otherwise I’d be embarrassed as a prude or something. So, I took off my clothes. When in Rome… right?

They had pushed the furniture out of the way in the large, deeply carpeted living room, and covered the floor with plastic sheeting, then bed sheets and large towels. These big kids started mock fighting. Some were throwing punches, some were wrestling. More than one was fully erect. I was delighted, but still a little scared. My heart was racing. Just what I was scared of, I don’t know. I don’t think it was that I was small and nearly hairless in a sea of big hairy guys. I think it was just the newness of the situation. For whatever it’s worth, not one of them said anything about my underdeveloped nature. I mean, they could have teased me endlessly about that. On the other hand, they could have teased the erect ones about being ‘gay’ or something. But there was no teasing at all.

Still, I was willing myself not to become erect. I somehow figured that would be a bad thing. As I was watching the fighting, I was thinking to myself, ‘It’s too bad they don’t know what I know. They’re being terribly inefficient. They’d be so much better at this if they knew a few of the moves my mom taught me.’

After watching ten minutes of all this fake fighting and tussling around on the floor, one of the guys tried to tackle me. Suddenly, I was involved in the fun free for all. Because he was large, I focused, and I guess I rolled him a little too hard. He said, “Oomph,” as he hit the floor. I didn’t hurt him, and he came up laughing. He asked, “How did you do that?”

Suddenly, no one was wrestling any more. Everyone was looking at me. Kevin, seemingly the leader of the group, asked, “Will you show us?”

I felt like a fucking movie star in that moment. A naked movie star, but still a star. This was my moment. All these big, amazing, friendly guys, and they wanted something from me. Something I could give them!

For the next hour, I was showing them some basics, and they were practicing on each other. The erections had all subsided. This was serious but fun business. The nakedness normalized in my mind. Odd, I know, but it was as if we were naked as God created us, and it was all just fine.

Kevin called for attention. Everyone stopped what they were doing and sat down on the sofa, chairs or on the floor. “Now it’s that time of the day we’ve all been waiting for. Triple-T, Tough guy Toughness Testing.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of Triple-T. It sounded like something painful, or something that I’d be able to do only painfully. I was imagining arm wrestling. It was probably going to be something like that.

For my benefit, Jason explained to the group. “As you all know, we need a way to bolster our toughness. Our resistance to pain. But we don’t want to suffer pain or risk injury in the process. Forty years ago, the founders of the club came up with a technique that fits the bill so perfectly, we still practice it today. Glans rubbing.”

I didn’t know what a glans was, but I was pretty sure ‘rubbing’ something wasn’t going to be good. Now, I wasn’t sure I should be here. But everyone was smiling. They weren’t looking like they were going to undergo some kind of test, some kind of ordeal. Oh, and something else, at least half of the kids were erect!

Before I could figure anything out, the guys started pairing off. It turns out there were an odd number of us, so I just sat there wondering what was going to happen. It took only seconds to find out.

In each pair of kids, one laid down on the sheets on the floor, and the other knelt before him. Here comes the shocking part: The kneeling guys grabbed the laying down guys’ dicks, and started putting massage oil on them. Right on their dicks! Most of the guys were hard. Those that weren’t were getting gentle little handjobs to get them erect.

Soon, everyone laying down was erect. Most of the guys kneeling or sitting next to them were also erect. What a sight to behold!

One of the sitting guys leaned over and clicked something on his phone. “OK, three minutes,” he announced.

The kneeling or sitting guys were holding the laying down guys’ dicks with one hand wrapped around their shafts. At the three-minute announcement, they began rubbing the oiled palms of their hands over the tips of the laying down guys’ dicks.

Everyone on the floor was squirming, moaning, yelling and laughing. I had no idea what they were feeling, but it was certainly intense. This went on and on. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you I had a rock-hard erection just watching this.

Toward the end of the second minute, the yelling and squirming settled down somewhat. The guys were calming down. One of the guys started grunting, and ejaculated, right there in front of me.

It was all I could do to not start masturbating right there.

Ding. The three-minute timer went off. There was a sigh of relief throughout the room.

The laying down and sitting up people changed positions.

I would have been content to just keep watching. I knew I’d be wanking big time the minute I got home after witnessing this. But a guy came over to me and said that I shouldn’t be left out of the fun. I couldn’t have agreed more.

I took my position on the floor.

“Three minutes” was announced.

My big guy started gently rubbing my rock-hard, but little cock. At the very moment he started, it was nearly unbearable. I had no idea! I’m sure you, dear reader, have experienced this, but I hadn’t until then. What a crazy tickle. Not pain, as you know, but un-fucking-bearable. But kind of sexy, too. I knew what I had to do. I had to lay there and take it.

Now, I suppose I could have refused, or gotten up off the floor or something, but I knew that would mark me as a sort of looser. I’ll bet these guys would have accepted that, but there was no way I’d give up. I had to handle it, no matter what.

And it was hard – I mean difficult. I was hard, erect as I had ever been in my life, and in terrible anguish. Yet, wonderful anguish, if that makes any sense. Pretty soon, the feeling shifted. It wasn’t quite as unbearable, and started to feel like I was going to involuntarily pee, or ejaculate – at the same time. I had never felt such a thing.

Now, the ‘gonna cum’ feeling was building up more and more, but I still had to pee, too. I was going to ejaculate. There was nothing I could do about it.

“Ding.”

The big guy let go of my penis. I was so close to cumming that it actually pulsed a couple of times, but nothing came out.

We switched roles. Now I was sitting next to my big guy. Three minutes was announced, and I went to work. It was the first time I had wrapped my fingers around such a big cock. It felt amazing. I hadn’t realized how warm another guy’s penis could be. How soft the skin was, and how hard it was inside. As I started in on the glans rubbing. His face contorted all up, he squirmed, he moaned, but he didn’t quit on me. No, instead, he ejaculated all over my hands. I was delighted to see so much cum. It was thick and white, and there was a lot of it. Not clear and just a couple of drops of clear liquid like mine. I looked forward to the day when I could cum like that.

All in all, it was the best afternoon of my life.

We met every Thursday, and I was always so up for it, literally. Sometimes I’d end up ejaculating, mostly not. Some of the guys let out involuntary streams of pee. That was always problematic, because we could not, absolutely could not, get anything on the carpet. The sheets could soak it mostly up, but still, we had to be careful.

In time, I grew bigger, topping out at 5’11” with a reasonable six-inch penis, and a nice forest of hair on my crotch. Perhaps to make up for my late start, I grew a mustache, then a bit of a beard when I was only seventeen.

One day started out like all the others, but then Jason wanted to discuss something. The group was considering a girl. Suki was her name. She was of Samoan descent. She was rounded but not fat. She was also quite tall. She was a fighter, but always as a defender, not an instigator. She was a good fit for the club, other than being female.

I was all in favor of adding females. My heart was racing, thinking about having a naked girl among us. I was wondering how a girl would participate in glans rubbing. We had a vote. To my astonishment, it was unanimous, even the outspokenly gay guys were in favor. I suppose it does make sense. Why on Earth would we exclude females if they could be ‘tough guys’ also?

The first meeting with Suki was awkward at first. We all kept all our clothes on. Fortunately, Suki is a gregarious individual. She simply said, “I know you guys all get naked. Don’t let me stop you,” and with that, she lifted up her T-shirt revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pendulous brown breasts with jet black nipples were amazing. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. Same with the other guys. Everyone was naked within a minute, even Suki. She was beautiful – I mean to me. Some might say she was too heavyset, but I wasn’t complaining! She also shaved her crotch hair, as did some of the guys. Pretty much all the guys, including the gay ones, were erect. Maybe their erections were due to seeing their male buddies reacting to this female. I don’t know. I was just happy to be here in heaven.

We wrestled for a while. There were more erections than normal. Suki took it all in stride, as if play fighting with naked and erect guys is just another ordinary activity.

Then it was time for the Triple-T. No one knew quite how to proceed. There was a long moment of awkward silence.

Suki broke the silence. “Now, from what my brother has told me,” Suki began, quickly explaining that he didn’t tell her anything about the ritual until after she had been confirmed as a member, “you guys have some sort of test…”

One of the guys started telling her the details. He was blushing severely. She interrupted him. “I already know, I’m all in.”

“Now, I can’t speak for all women, but I don’t think we have an exact equivalent of glans rubbing. However, after we orgasm, there is such a thing as too much clit rubbing. I think that may be similar. I’d love to experience that.”

I just can’t tell you how lucky I was to be paired with Suki that day. I was the first ever to rub her to multiple orgasms, and then keep going, causing her to moan, squirm and scream with the rest of us.

When it was my turn, I came almost immediately. I really tried not to, but the moment her hefty fingers wrapped around my penis, I knew the effort was useless. I ejaculated within the first thirty seconds. She was delighted, claiming this is the first time she had seen sperm in person. She cautiously licked some from her fingers, said ‘yum’ and then licked more off her hand.

By the time I had graduated from high school, the tough guys were almost half female. The school won a national award for being the school with the least number of violent incidents.

Strange Family

I grew up in the craziest family I know, and the funny thing is, for a long time, I thought we were normal.

Well, I knew my moms were unusual from an early age. Most families have a mother and father. My moms are not only lesbian, but they are sisters. Twin sisters.

They decided to adopt children. Four children to be exact, all at the same time, and all the same age. Our moms went to Eastern Europe, toured around a bit, and found the four of us at an orphanage. We were three years old. They filled out the paperwork, and the next thing you know, we’re in America learning English.

We are two boys, and two girls.

Now, let’s get to the sex part. Our moms encouraged us to be sexually expressive from an early age. They said that many good psychological and physical things spring from healthy sexual appetites. They should know. Mom Kate is a dermatologist, and Mom Laurie is a psychiatrist.

Specifically, as soon as we got the birds and the bees speech, we were also encouraged to masturbate as much as we wanted. Maybe even more than we wanted. Beyond that, we were left on our own. Our parents didn’t participate. Evidently the two of them had plenty of sexual activity of their own.

So the four of us got together from time to time and we masturbated. At first it was like masturbation in any family, I assume. We’d talk about the day’s events, friends, school while all sitting or laying around naked in the living room and wanking.

I enjoyed seeing my brothers’ cocks getting hard, and then the stuff squirting out.

As time went on, we found ourselves in a rigid schedule. We’d get together in the living room after dinner on Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings. It just evolved. No one set out to have a schedule. Well, maybe our moms guided it or suggested a schedule. I don’t know.

We started masturbating each other. The first time I touched the cock of my brother Leo, I was in heaven. If I remember correctly, while I was making him cum that first time, I had an orgasm while touching his cock, not my own pussy. A spontaneous orgasm.

Then another thing evolved. I seem to recall it was our moms who suggested it: We should start practicing various sexual techniques. They told us about all kinds of crazy stuff – our moms have always been open that way. They told us about peegasms, edging, multiple orgasms, anal stimulation, and more.

We each picked something to work on.

In my case, it was inner labia pulling. I get plenty wet when aroused, so it is very difficult to pull my inner labia since they are so slippery. That’s part of what makes it fun. So over and over every time we’d get together, I’d have one of my brothers pull my inner labia as best he could while my sister and other brother would massage my feet and my nipples at the same time. My gosh, I had great orgasms!

Kyle especially liked the that a boy can have orgasms without ejaculating. He really wanted to learn how to have this thing happen where his urethra would contract as if ejaculating just once, but nothing would come out. He wanted to get these single contractions every minute or so. He organized us like the director of a movie. It was impressive how he had everything figured out.

He laid down on a sheet on the carpet in the middle of our living room. I was to jerk him off, but every time he said “wait,” I had to stop for a minute. My sister Jen was to be the monitor. She’d place a finger in his butt to feel for the orgasmic contractions. And Leo was to massage Kyle’s balls.

And that’s what we did that first time. It went off without a hitch. Sort of. When he was approaching orgasm, Kyle said “wait.” I did, but a moment later he started ejaculating all over the place. Jen was delighted to report that she did indeed feel the contractions squeezing his anus rhythmically around her finger.

We did the same thing for weeks, until Kyle became so good at it that he could have a single urethral contraction, and not cum, over and over again. Finally, he’d let go and splash cum all over the place.

My other sister and brother had their own sexual exercises with which we helped them. If there’s sufficient interest, I’ll tell you all about those exercises, and the many other things we did as a family.

To bring this to a close, I should mention that our moms put all four of us through medical school. We all chose our own specialty. All four of us are married in the normal sense, and have kids of our own now. We love our moms, and are thankful for such a spectacular, intelligent and loving upbringing, but we’ve all decided to be somewhat more conventional.

Sleepover with 7 Girls and a Boy

The exact same seven of us had three other sleepovers so far that summer. We had all just graduated high school. We were all 18 years old, except Mattie, who was 19. We were all starting college in a couple of weeks. We were still all virgins. That’s where the similarities stopped. Jamique was black, the others of us were white. I was big-breasted. Embarrassingly so. June was the exact opposite, practically flat as a board. Mary was Mexican. Kate was as skinny as a rail, while Sarah weighted, well, let’s say quite a bit.

The previous three sleepovers were normal enough. We talked about school, makeup, clothing, and guys. Karl, Lorie’s 20-year-old brother in particular.

This evening, we were all at Lorie’s house, and her brother was home. Tall, thin, athletic, olive-skinned, he was the picture of a young Greek god.

Her parents, on the other hand, were not at home. Her mom and dad were both nurses. Seems there was a pile-up on the freeway, so they were both called in to the emergency room, leaving all us girls alone in the house. Oh, Karl was there, but he stuck to his own room on the other side of the house.

The conversation turned quite raunchy. We voted on who would fuck Karl. All hands went up except Lorie’s. Then, she surprised us all by saying, “I’ve seen his dick.”

Naturally, we wanted details.

“He and I used to take baths together when I was 5 or 6 years old.”

“Oh,” we all said, in a collective expression of disappointment.

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you this…” she added looking kind of sheepish. “I caught him masturbating one time. I saw everything. He has a big, hairy dick, just like you see on the Internet.”

“So what happened?” Kate wondered for all of us.

“I came into his room to borrow a pair of scissors. He was laying on top of his bed all naked. For a split-second, I didn’t notice, being focused on his desk to get the scissors. Then, I looked again, and there he was in all his glory, with his huge penis in one hand. He rapidly tried to cover himself up, but he was laying on top of the bedspread. He didn’t have anything to cover up with. He turned all red in the face, and literally couldn’t think of anything to say. I saw his mouth start to work a couple of times, but nothing came out.

“I love Karl, and wouldn’t want to cause him any embarrassment, so I thought quickly, and blurted out the first thing that comes to mind, ‘Don’t mind me, I’m just grabbing some scissors.’

“Finally, he could speak, ‘But Lorie…,’ was all he managed.

“I answered without thinking it through, ‘It’s cool. I do it all the time, too.’

“‘You do?'” he asked in a surprisingly small voice for such a big guy.”

“Now you’d think I would have left his room right away, but somehow, I didn’t. He settled down a bit, and since it just seemed natural to do so, I sat down on the edge of his bed. We talked a bit about masturbation. He was still naked, yet it didn’t seem to matter.

“I told him it would be OK to finish what he was doing. He was reluctant, but sure enough, he masturbated right there while I sat on his bed. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

All us other girls were a gaggle of questions.

Lorie patiently answered them all. No, she didn’t masturbate for him to watch. He’s never seen her naked since they were little kids. Yes, it did make her horny.

Now, all seven of us were very horny, but didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

We were talking about sex and masturbation, to the degree we knew anything about such things.

Jamique asked the group, “What’s the most embarrassing thing for you?” probably hoping to get sexually oriented responses. And, that’s exactly what she got.

Mary was the first to answer. “My fingers. They’re brown on top, and pink on the bottom.”

All of us rushed to assure her that we found her fingers just fine, very attractive in fact.

I answered next. “My breasts. They’re too huge.”

Once again a rush of assurances.

I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Oh, I guess they look alright when I’m wearing a bra, but without, they’re just gigantic.”

Since then, I’ve learned to love them. Boys like big breasts. But at the time, they were new to me, and just seemed ridiculously bulky.

Like all the other girls, I was wearing pajamas, but unlike the others, I was still wearing a bra underneath. I was embarrassed not to.

The girls, all continuing to assure me, suddenly went dead quiet, as Sarah suddenly took off her top, revealing her breasts. “I’ll bet they’re not bigger than these,” she said, laughing.

There was only one answer to that, horny as we all were. I whipped off my top and bra, revealing my breasts. The girls urged us to stand side by side for comparison. Whereas Sarah’s body was wider overall, her breasts were in fact a bit smaller than mine. Somehow, we got talked into standing facing each others so our nipples were touching. Exciting and unexpected electric shocks shot through my body.

Within a minute, all the other girls except June had removed their tops, everyone comparing breasts. Finally, June revealed hers also, which really were small, just little bumps with small pink nipples.

Of course we all assured her that was just fine, and that flatness had nothing to do with getting a guy and sexual satisfaction.

Jamique mentioned that we all HAD to reveal what embarrassed us, and so far only Mary and I had done so.

June filled the gap. Now topless, like all of us, she told us in a quiet voice, “Well, I like to shave down there.”

“So do I,” Jamique piped in, adding, “Look!” She pulled down her pajama bottoms, and we could she was right about that.

Seeing our shocked, yet quizzical faces, she explained. “My mom taught me about shaving. I like keeping it shaved clean.”

A mix of voices remarked, “Cool,” and “Like, amazing,” and other such comments.

Jamique added, “You should feel it. It’s like sandpaper.”

Lorie reached over and did just that, rubbing her fingertips over Jamique’s dark brown vagina. “Right, it’s rough!”

I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but Jamique shivered at Lorie’s touch.

Pretty soon, the whole group was topless and bottomless, and everyone was feeling the outside each other’s vaginas. Girls were shivering, and emitting, oohs and aahs.

Without provocation, skinny Kate announced, “The embarrassing thing for me is pussy size.”

“It looks alright,” Lorie stated.

“What I mean is I don’t think a boy could fit in there. It’s too restricted. Too narrow.”

Jamique said, “Really, I doubt that’s true. It stretches you know. Hmmm, let’s see…”

Then, without seeking permission, she simply reached over as Katie spread her legs in invitation, and pushed a finger all the way into Katie’s vagina.

Katie screamed, causing Jamique to immediately remove her finger.

“No,” Katie said, “I mean, it felt great. I screamed because that felt wonderful! Do it again.”

Jamique complied, leaving her finger in for quite a while. Then, slowly, she removed her finger which was now coated with shiny girl juice. She came back in with two fingers. Katie squirmed a bit, but you could tell she was loving it.

Meanwhile the other five girls were watching with rapt attention.

We talked about virginity a bit, and discovered that none of us had hymens left. We had all done away with those long ago through masturbation. In fact some of us, including myself, didn’t even remember having ever had a restrictive hymen.

Jamique announced, “It seems to me a guy could fit in there.”

“They’re a lot bigger than two fingers,” said the expert, Lorie, who had first hand experience seeing her brother’s penis.

“Just how big are they?” asked three girls almost in unison, causing the group to laugh.

“Well…” Lorie started.

Then, without warning, she yelled, “Karl, come in here.”

Instinctively, some of the girls grabbed their pajama bottoms in an attempt to cover themselves before Karl was expected to burst into the room.

Before anyone could really do anything, being slowed down by a combination of incomprehension and shock, Karl did open the door, and immediately closed it again.

“Karl, don’t be a jerk. Get back in here,” Lorie yelled.

Slowly the door opened. “I really shouldn’t be here. Whatever you girls are up to is none of my business… but it certainly looks like you’re having fun!”

“Karly, we, I mean the other girls, want to know how big a penis really is,” Lorie responded.

“Well, it’s about six inches long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter,” he said, moving back out and starting to close the door again.

“No…” Katie said firmly. “We want to see.”

“You told them about that time, didn’t you?” Karl asked his sister quietly.

“Well, yeah. Don’t worry, All boys, and all girls, do it.”

“But that’s private stuff.”

“Sorry.” Then she added, “But they’d love to see a real, live penis.”

“No fucking way,” he responded.

“Yes, fucking way, we want to see.”

As you can imagine that went back and forth a few times, but as it turns out, Karl was secretly bursting with enthusiasm. His penis was already hard, and straining in his pants.

So, pretending that he wasn’t going to do it, he already knew he was, and soon seemed to be worn down, and willing to comply with his sister’s request.

I won’t bore you with the details. Eventually, all the girls got to see, and touch a real live penis.

There was discussion of testing to see whether his cock would fit in Katie’s vagina, but everyone sensibly decided that still being virgins and all, that would be a bad idea. Instead, everyone took turns hugging then feeling each other’s stuff. Karl had all he could do to not ejaculate when it was decided he should momentarily rub each girl’s clit in succession. Then, it was decided they’d all take turns putting their hands around his penis and feel his balls within his scrotum.

Not every girl got the chance. The third one to put her hands on his cock and balls was his own sister, Lorie. Suddenly, his penis was spasming, and all the girls got to see a boy ejaculating.