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Old People on the Beach

Old People, Nude on the Beach

I believe it started with Joe. Hank, the police chief, of retirement age, but still working in our small beach community, was patrolling the beach in the town’s beach Jeep, and came across Joe, naked as you please, sitting in a lawn chair on that stretch of beach just past Mariner’s Point. Hank pulled over. Joe knew it was Hank of course, and Hank recognized Joe. There’s no way Hank would arrest Joe for public nudity.

Hank asked Joe whether he was worried about being seen by any tourists walking by.

“Do you see any tourists here?”

“Well, no, but if someone does walk by?”

“I’ll just cover up with this towel.”

“Um, OK by me.”

They got to talking a little while. Both were in agreement about public nudity. People in our country make too much of a fuss about it. It should be allowed pretty much anywhere. They got to talking about sex and masturbation. Especially masturbation. Both old men agreed that our society has promoted the wrong idea about masturbation for hundreds of years. Joe didn’t expect Hank to be so like-minded about it, but he was. They started listing benefits of masturbation, like how it lowers blood pressure, reduces pain, allows people to relieve horniness so they don’t say stupid things or worse in public, and so on.

As they were talking, Joe started to spring an erection. The funny thing is he didn’t act embarrassed or do anything about it. He just sat there in his lawn chair chatting away, totally ignoring his half-hard cock. After a minute, it went back down.

The next day was Wednesday, one of Hank’s days off. He decided to take a walk on the beach, something he sometimes did on his mornings off. Sometimes his wife would come along with him. He enjoyed her conversation. On this morning, Joyce wanted to walk with him. He was hoping… Well, it was unlikely, he figured. Still, he was hoping Joe might be there, and be doing the same thing he was yesterday, sunning himself in the nude. Joyce would get a kick out of that.

As they passed Mariner’s point, Hank’s heart skipped a beat. In the distance, there was a man in a chair, and it was Joe. As they got closer, they could see he was naked.

Joyce stopped dead in her tracks. “Why, it’s Joe, and I could swear he has nothing on. C’mon, let’s turn around.”

“Let’s not, dear.”

“But you’d have to arrest him or something.”

“No, I’d never do that, and you know it. I’d rather join him.”

Joyce looked at Hank in a mischievous way he hadn’t seen in many years. “Interesting!”

They approached Joe, who smiled big and held up a hand in greeting. His penis was fully erect, but no one said anything about it. Hank felt an immediate stirring in his pants. Joyce felt a nice twang in her lower belly.

As the men greeted and started talking, Joyce couldn’t even speak. This was an all-new experience for her – coming across an old friend, naked on the beach, with an erection, no less! And her husband was totally on-board with it. She always admired Hank, and in this weird situation, she admired him also. She admired the way he was totally accepting of Joe.

They all grew up together. Joe had always been a touch on the eccentric side. He was the one to suggest crazy ideas as a kid, some of which got everyone in trouble, some were hilarious, and some just stupid. Normal kids stuff, but Joe was always the leader.

Joe was an inventor for a living. He was still working. Starting from his high school years, he had set up a workshop in his father’s garage, now his garage, and made things. His first significant invention was the variable speed control circuit for electric drills. No one knew how much money he had, but it was rumored he had millions.

Anyway, the three of them got to talking. Joyce wasn’t all that surprised when Hank took off his clothes. It was a warm and sunny morning, so other than that fact that people just don’t do this sort of thing, it was totally normal. Joyce was a bit reluctant, for two reasons. One: She was actually considering getting naked on a public beach, right here in town. She knew everyone, at any moment, anyone could walk by and see her. Two: She didn’t think she looked all that great naked. [Fact is, she’s totally fit and pretty. Sure, her long hair is gray, and her face has a few wrinkles, but she’s very fit.] Finally, weighing everything in her mind, she decided to strip also. She thought if someone she knew came along, they’d just have to deal with it. The shock would be good for them. Besides, she was unaccountably horny, something that didn’t happen very often for her these days.

Hank and Joyce dragged an old drift log over to have something to sit on, and continued conversing with Joe, who still had an erection.

Hank commented, “Aren’t you going to do anything about that?” pointing at Joe’s penis?

“If I did what I’d like to do, you’d have to arrest me,” Joe joked.

“If you did that, I wouldn’t be able to arrest you, because I’d be doing it too.”

The next thing you know, Joe and Hank were wanking right there on the beach. It wasn’t more than a minute longer that Joyce joined in, wanking in her own way. She kept staring at Joe’s penis. She’d seen Hank’s a million times, but Joe’s was fascinating. Joe knew she was staring, and that only enhanced his horniness. Both Joe and Hank were staring at Joyce, and although she still had a touch of body dysmorphia, she was very much enjoying the attention.

Joe’s muscles tensed, and he partially stood as the ejaculate started spurting out of his penis. He didn’t want to get it on his chair. A few seconds later, Joyce arched her back, moaned loudly, and convulsed in a strong orgasm, which drove Hank over the edge. His rock-hard penis started spurting into the sand at his feet also.

Everyone calmed down. Joyce reluctantly said they had to get out of the sun. She was a firm believer that morning sun is good, but afternoon soon may be unhealthy. Everyone went home, satisfied.

It wasn’t discussed, but on Friday, Hank’s next day off, the three of them reconvened on the beach, and repeated the experiment from two days before. At one point they could see a couple of people walking toward them in the distance. They discretely covered themselves with towels as the couple walked by.

Once the couple was a hundred yards away, the three of them uncovered and continued. They didn’t have time for orgasms, however, because someone else came walking along. It was Jennifer Anniston. It wasn’t really Jennifer Anniston. It was Jennifer Perault, but everyone in town jokingly calls her Jennifer Anniston because she really looks quite a bit like her.

“Hi Jen,” the three naked people greeted as she came within ear shot.

“Oh my goodness, are the three of you naked?”

“No, we’re covered with these towels,” Joyce said.

“But you were naked until I arrived, weren’t you?”

“Well, yes.”

“Can I join you?” a question that none of them had expected, but all three probably wished for.

“Of course.”

As she took off her clothes, she was momentarily shocked to see the men both had partial erections. “Were you guys… were you… um… masturbating?”

So now, there were four naked people masturbating on the beach.

Over the past couple of years, things have evolved quite a bit. Today, there’s a group of eight people sitting in a circle in a variety of lawn chairs or on driftwood, or on towels on the sand. There are naked people there, just past Mariner’s Point, whenever the weather is good, which fortunately is quite often here in central California.

It’s become known as a nude beach. Sometimes the youngsters hang out here when they’re home from college. Often, their parents are there also. There has been a couple of attempts to get rowdy, you know, too much beer and so on. Hank and his men keep that well under control with their frequent patrols of the beach. This beach is different than many nude beaches, in that masturbation is not only permitted, but encouraged.

The tourists are starting to catch on. The mayor had some signs erected that announce that it’s a nude beach, and no one who is offended by such things should go there. The signs also have a bunch of requirements indicating that penetrative sex is not allowed, dogs have to be well-mannered or on leashes, no alcohol and so on. We are all proud of Joe, and Hank, and all the early participants who made this happen. The local merchants are all very happy about the current small increase in tourism, and the expected much larger increase as what’s going on here catches on.

Nude Beach Correspondence

Nude beach correspondence

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

Hi [Not disclosed],

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

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

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

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

I completely understand that!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The earlier email:

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

Subject: Re: Nude beach

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

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

Yet earlier email:

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

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

Cheers, – [not disclosed]

—–Original Message—–

Subject: Nude beach

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

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

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

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Too Shy to Meet Neighbor

Another story from a client:

A couple moved in next door. At first they seemed ordinary enough. I have to confess I know nothing about them. I’ve been a bad neighbor. Somehow, maybe it’s shyness on my part, but I’ve just never taken the time to go over there and say “Hi.” Neither has my wife.

So here’s the thing: On about six mornings so far, I’ve glanced out the window into the back yard, which is separated from his yard only with a chain-link fence. And I see him there, naked as the day he was born, laying in a lounge chair with a giant erection, jerking off. I always look away immediately. He’s gotta know I see him. The neighbor on the other side must have seen him also. I told my wife about it. She said, “I know. It’s a good thing the kids are grown and out of the house,” Then she laughed.

We know nothing about this guy and his wife. But just looking at him, he seems nice. They’ve been good neighbors. No noise, no trouble…

[I asked him how he felt about it.]

Well, I kind of admire the guy.

[I asked him whether when he gets to know the neighbor, whether he’d join him in his masturbatory activity.]

Hell no… Well, I mean, only because I’m too shy, really. Otherwise, I suppose I’d love to.

Naked at the Creek

Our house had a long back yard and at the end of the yard is a public creek covered with a canopy of shade trees. I have a little clearing along the bank where I placed a lounge chair years ago. I take my laptop down there to work sometimes. It is just within the range of my WiFi.

After a while, I got bolder. On a hot day, I’d take off my clothes and lay on a towel on the chair as I worked. It was a bit risky, because being a public creek, there was a possibility someone may come along in a kayak, or float on a rubber thingie, or maybe just wade down the creek. No one ever did, though. I figured if someone came along, I’d hear them in time.

One day, being all naked like that, I diverged myself from my work and was reading some sexual stories on my laptop. I had grown a big erection that I was ignoring at the moment, but figured I’d get around to stroking in a while.

Suddenly, I heard some light crashing through the leaves. I jumped up, almost dropping the laptop, and wrapped the towel around myself so quickly, I got a temporary crick in my back muscles. It was just a pair of deer browsing berries along the bank of the creek. Whew!

A couple of weeks later, I was down at the creek, had read some sex stories, and was now wanking in earnest, getting ready to drop some semen onto the creek bank when I heard some more light crashing. Again, I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself. This time, it wasn’t deer, it was a boy, perhaps 14 years old, shirtless, walking along the edge of the creek. He said “Hi” probably having no idea what he had almost seen.

I said “Hi” trying to remain cool, like he almost didn’t catch me wanking there. He walked on. When he was out of site, I removed the towel, and tried to get hard again and jerk off. It wasn’t happening. I had visions of him telling his parents there was a ‘perv guy’ down there at the creek jerking off. Of course he had probably seen nothing, but I wasn’t sure of that. He may not have cared. I wasn’t sure of that either.

It took me a couple of weeks before I started feeling good about jerking off at the creek again, but finally, I had re-acquired the sense of privacy I needed, and was able to wank at the creek almost daily. I have never been disturbed there again, even by deer.

Loser Motorcycle Guy

Loser Motorcycle Guy

I was driving to work on a hot summer day, as usual, with my windows down, when a motorcycle passed me going at least 90 miles per hour. It was a Harley. Instead of mufflers, he had amplifiers. It was so loud that if I had a gun, I would have shot out his back tire, just out of reflex. I mean, shockingly, deafeningly loud. It really pissed me off. As he rapidly sped on up ahead, I saw something glitter in the sun. What was that? It seemed something fell off the back of his bike, or more likely, out of his pocket. It caught momentarily in the wind, then came crashing to the pavement, and shattered into dozens of shiny pieces, glittering in the sun. I was delighted! I figured it was probably his cell phone, and the asshole deserved that, at least in my opinion at the moment.

As I was working that day, I was kind of puzzling over just what fell off the guy’s bike. Was it a cellphone? Or something else? So the next day, I left for work five minutes early, so I could pull over where it happened, walk around, and try to find some pieces to see exactly what the guy lost. It only took me a moment to find the place where it happened. Some of the pieces were still reflecting sunlight, although the action of passing cars had swept most everything to the shoulder. Sure enough, it was an Android phone, and by the looks of it, an expensive one.

But, what was this? There was his mini-SD card, intact, except for a fairly heavy scratch in one corner. The guy’s phone must have been one of those that can take an external memory card. I put it in my pocket.

When I got home, I found my mini-SD adapter and hooked it to my computer. I found the guy’s photo folder right away, and started snooping around. All there were was the usual photos, pictures of him and his dog, some family group shots at what appeared to be a birthday party, you know, that sort of thing. I was just about done snooping when I found gold!

There were five pictures of him, and a young woman, sitting on what appeared to be a back porch, stark naked. And there he was, slight pot belly, balding, apparently around 40-some years old, sitting in a lawn recliner, bearded, and hairy all over, except for his crotch, which was shaving as smooth as a child. And he was sporting an erection, sticking straight up. His penis wasn’t large, kind of small and skinny actually, with a flabby, not particularly full scrotum, but his cock was fully erect. Rock hard, I would say.

And the girl! Well, she couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. Just a slip of a thing, skinny, short, with small breasts, but with long, straight, dark hair. Her crotch was also shaven smooth. She was sitting on one of those lawn recliner chairs right next to our motorcycle guy. In one picture, she had her legs spread wide, as if she was purposely showing the inner folds of her vagina.

Now call me crazy, but I think she was the man’s daughter. She had the same nose, same forehead and somehow just looked related.

All the five pictures were slightly different, but nearly the same, as if they were taken a few seconds apart. At first I thought it was done with a self-timer, but wait, in the upper right corner of one picture was a dark beige-brown shadow – obviously a finger in front of the lens.

So what was the story? What were they doing? And who took the pictures? Was it the man’s current girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Was it his wife – the girl’s mother? Was it one of his buddies? Maybe the man’s son and therefore the girl’s brother? Another family member, perhaps? And what were they doing. Remember, our guy had an erection – not what you normally see in family photos. What happened before the pictures were taken? What happened after?

I’m tempted to upload those photos here, but I won’t. Maybe the guy deserves it for blasting his loud motorcycle exhaust all over the place, but does the girl? I think not, so I won’t show the pictures to anyone. But it is fun to think about showing the pictures.

We’ll never know the story, but I can tell you one thing: I have jerked off to those photos a dozen times!

Working For Mr. Thompson

Working for Mr. Thompson, strange, free and complete erotic memoir

I work for [a large company – name hidden]. I’m the PA – personal assistant to Mr. Thompson [not his real name]. He’s the president of the company. I keep thinking of him as a former president of the United States, Lyndon B. Johnson, because he looks a little like him. He’s 69 years old, and like LBJ, has a Texas accent.

I did a little reading up on LBJ, and it seems he was a bit of an exhibitionist, inviting reporters and cabinet members into the bathroom while he peed, and he had a strange shower with high-pressure jets at waist height installed. That shower cost the US taxpayers $10,000, and that was in 1963 money. He liked to point to his penis and tell everyone to notice how big it was. That’s the truth! Who knows how crazy he was? Or maybe, everyone should be free to be crazy like that. That’s just the parts of his life that have been reported. By the way, when Richard Nixon took over, he had the shower removed immediately.

Now Mr. Thompson isn’t really like LBJ, but he certainly has his own weirdnesses. Most are totally, publicly acceptable. Like, he eats meat only once a week.

When I went to work for him, I was thrilled. I’d have an inside view of the company, because one day, I hope to build something big myself. As I started working for Mr. Thompson, I became closer to him. I mean, at first it was just managing scheduling at the office. Then he gave me a raise, and started expecting me to work late, sometimes having me ride home in his limousine with him, taking notes and talking about work. Then his driver would take me back to the headquarters so I could pick up my car and head home. Mr. Thompson let me come in late, so it’s not like he was a slave-driver.

Pretty soon, I was coming into his house and doing more work there. He’d offer drinks, even snacks or dinner. We’d talk shop. All was fine.

One day, he asked if he could get more comfortable, and removed his shoes and socks. I thought it was slightly weird, but well within reasonable parameters. His house was rather warm. I took off my sweater. He said I had nice breasts, which I took as nothing more than an off-beat compliment.

The next time I was there, he had his shoes and socks off again, then his shirt. The old fellow was actually topless in front of me. But it was his own house of course. I mentioned to his cook when I was alone with her in the kitchen that I felt it was weird how he was topless. She said, “Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

And, my gosh was she right! Time went on. The old goof took off his pants, prancing around in nothing but his underwear a month later. I have to say, he was pretty darn fit for a guy almost seventy years old. At one point, I could swear I saw his penis being erect in his underwear. I didn’t say anything.

In the same way a frog doesn’t jump out of a point in which the water gets hotter and hotter, I really didn’t notice that his underwear turned into bikini briefs, and finally, it wasn’t all that shocking that one day, when I came over to sort through some pictures of commercial buildings with him, that he was stark naked. I’ll never be able to explain why, maybe it was a solidarity thing, like Patty Hurst, but I started dressing skimpier and skimpier myself, matching his early moves by removing my shoes, and even down to my bra at his house.

He has a full-time handyman. I think the guy lives there in a back cottage or something. One day I happened to glance out in he back yard, and there was Paul, naked as you please, scooping leaves out of the pool.

Now, I should tell you that Mr. Thompson has always been the perfect gentleman. And other than nudity, I’ve seen nothing ‘naughty’ with his household workers. Other than that one compliment about my breasts being ‘nice’ months before, he’s never said or even hinted at the slightest thing out of line with me. But, the nudity has continued to evolve. He has no qualms about sporting an erection in my presence. Well, I guess that’s understandable, since I’ve taken to being entirely naked. It was Natalie, the cook that did it. When I came in the kitchen one time and saw her all starkers, everything became clear. This was a nut-house! But a nice, well-mannered nut-house! So, when in Rome…

Now, on about twelve occasions, Mr. Thompson has literally masturbated in front of me. We’ll be talking business – he always talks business. You’ve never seen a man who is so business-oriented. Maybe that’s why he never remarried. But while we’re talking he be rubbing that penis of his, and sometimes I’ll even see him ejaculate. He pulls a Kleenex out of a box, wipes up, and acts like it’s just normal. Like eating a hamburger. I, on the other hand, am going crazy. I so want to masturbate right along with him, but haven’t quite managed to bring myself to that point yet.

I did talk more with Natalie, and she didn’t come right out and say it, but she did make it pretty clear that I’m welcome to go as far as I want sexually, and that she, and other members of the staff have ‘done some things with Mr. Thompson,’ whatever that means.

Mom and Two Guys on the Nude Beach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masturbate-A-Thon, Another Perspective

A Detailed Report on the Masturbate-A-Thon

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

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

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

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

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

Nina Hartley attended the Masturbate-A-Thon
Nina Hartley

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luke’s Pond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All I could say was “Um…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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