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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.

Uncle Sam

My parents have always been what I call ‘hippie-rebels.’ They’d do things like go to a nude beach in the summer. They left us kids behind with relatives.

When I turned 18, I was invited to the nude beach for the first time.

I was like, “No way!”

My sister, who was 20 at the time, managed to talk me into it. She kept telling me it wasn’t like what I thought, that I’d have a good time. I doubted it. But, to appease her, and my parents…

So the day arrived. We took the van, since we were quite a group. It included my sister, my younger brother, my parents, my dad’s brother, Uncle Sam, and Aunt Kate, and their grown children Rory and Emily.

Uncle Sam is a kick. You might say he’s eccentric. He has taken to looking like the ‘Uncle Sam’ of American folklore. It probably started as he got older, when people started noticing he does have a natural resemblance.

Now Emily is adopted, and I’ve always had a secret ‘thing’ for her. She’s Asian, tiny, and has long black hair. I’d fuck her in a heartbeat under the right circumstances. That would be circumstances that will never happen. However, the idea of her joining us on the nude beach really perked me up. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. I’d love to see that girl naked – in person, that is. I have seen a picture of her artistically posing. It’s been in a family album for the past year or so. No one seems to think anything about it, but that picture really sends me.

And that brought up, quite literally, my biggest fear: That I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and I’d have an erection on the beach. That would be so unbelievably devastating! When my sister was trying to talk me into coming, that was the thing I reluctantly asked her about – sheepishly. “What if I get… um,… well…”

“Oh, if you have an erection. It’s no big deal, really.” she insisted. Well, it would be a huge big deal to me.

Having been around the boys locker rooms at the Y and at school, and having seen my fair share of porn on the Internet, and able to stay cool, er, soft, I figured I could manage it at the beach.

Boy, was I wrong! The minute our clothes were off in the warm sun, up it sprang. My penis had a mind of its own. I was so embarrassed. Hell, I was fucking mortified! I wanted to run to the water to hide it, but the water around here is way too cold to actually swim in. Right there in front of my parents, my aunt and uncle, my sister and brother, and worst of all, Emily, I sprang wood as soon as I saw Emily naked. Her ass, oh my God, her ass was tiny, smooth and beautiful. Her tits were to die for. Her front, well she had a fairly small, neatly trimmed patch of black hair that didn’t quite hide her slightly protruding pink inner labia. I tried to control my mind, but my prick got the better of me.

Uncle Sam saw my condition, as did everyone else, but while they all pretended not to notice, he simply said, in a quiet voice, but still loud enough that everyone could hear, “Come here, son.”

Now Uncle Sam is the proverbial jolly, fat fellow. He has quite a stomach. He’s old, too, like maybe sixty years old. And, he’s all covered with hair. He’s not much to look at. Not at all.

I was hesitant. But, he had that look. You know the one – when your father’s brother commands you to do something, you do it. I did it. I walked over, with my erection waving in front of me, to Uncle Sam, who was half standing, half reclining against a boulder on the beach. I’m pretty sure the whole family’s eyes were on me, as were the twenty or so other naked people on the beach.

Uncle Sam, like my father, is kind of a hippie rebel. He does what he wants, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. Not a bad philosophy to live by, really, but certainly not my style. I have to admit I’m shy. I try not to rock the boat, ever. My uncle, and my dad, and my mother too, they’re all big-time boat rockers. That has always bothered me.

So I walked over to him. He reached out, and just grabbed my dick. Just like that. He just took it in his hand, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, saying, “Here, let me help you with that.”

I felt his other hand, surprisingly warm and soft, start to caress my scrotum. I was shocked, alarmed, I don’t even have a name for it. But his hands were surprisingly comforting. To this day, I can’t figure it out. What he started doing to me felt really, really nice. In a moment, my fear, or worry, or embarrassment, whatever you want to call it, was gone. I was starting to moan and writhe in some sort of sexual ecstasy. After a few seconds, I didn’t even try to hide it. It came vaguely to my awareness that I was also enjoying all the attention. Somewhere around 30 pairs of eyes were on me, seeing me get a handjob of all things from my fat, naked uncle. And I was loving it! That’s the weird part. I’m not gay or anything. At least I don’t think so.

All too soon, it was over. I squirted several shots of semen into the sand, as Uncle Sam turned my body slightly so it wouldn’t get on him. Afterward, my knees were as weak as my face was red. The embarrassment immediately swept back over me.

Not knowing the right etiquette for such a situation, I just said, “Thank you, Uncle Sam.”

Afterward, no one said anything. In fact, I kind of wish Emily might have said something. Even if it was teasing. I would have liked to discuss it with her. Needless to say, the erection problem was gone, and I actually enjoyed the rest of the afternoon on the beach.

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.

Topless in Buffalo

I have always felt that it is unfair that men can go topless on a hot summer day, and women can’t. How weird is that? Well, I’m a woman, and I always wanted to know what it feels like to go topless, to feel the wind on your chest, to get an all-over tan. And, I have a distinct advantage: Small boobs. I’m not quite flat-chested, but close. And, that’s never bothered me, and certainly hasn’t hurt my sex life. Several guys and girls I have been with say they find my little pancakes with a mint on top absolutely attractive. OK, I’ll go with that:) My current girlfriend has large, pendulous breasts, and I love that. Go figure.

Topless with small breasts (tiny tits) in Buffalo, New York

Over weeks, months really, I hatched a plan. I patiently waited until today, the first hot summer day in Buffalo, New York, 87 miles from where I live. I had cut my somewhat unruly hair short two weeks ago. It was short for a girl, but would be considered just a bit longer than typical for a guy. In fact, my hair kind of looked all crazy, like Einstein, but not gray. Being part-Asian, my hair is black.

Yesterday, I bought some men’s shorts, and a very masculine T-shirt with a beer commercial on front. I got some men’s shoes, and some of those athletic socks they wear, which us women seldom wear. Finally, I needed a new bike helmet. Pink would be a dead give-away, so I found a black one at a thrift store for $4.

I changed into my new clothes, leaving my ridiculous bra off. I call it ridiculous because I’ve never needed it. My small breasts do not sag. I just wear a bra because that’s what we girls do. But not today.

I left the hotel room dressed as a guy, unloaded my bike, checked the air pressure in the tires, and got on. I started to ride through the neighborhood, and soon I was downtown. It was hot, and I was already sweating pretty well. So, being the guy that I was today, I took off my T-shirt and tucked it into my handlebar pack. No one looked up. After all, I really looked like a guy, maybe just a guy who is kind of pudgy on top. The cars just kept passing by. The pedestrians were all business-as-usual. But was I nervous? Hell yes!

I started to ride, and for the first time in my adult life, I felt the wind whistling gently past my chest, my whole chest, as I rode along. I felt the sun beating down on my back. It all felt so beautiful, my eyes teared up. But, guys don’t cry, so I held it back, and kept riding through temporarily bleary eyes.

All in all, I rode five miles through the streets of downtown Buffalo. I kept looking for recognition. Oh, I knew no one would recognize me. Plus, just to be sure, I was wearing my helmet and sunglasses. That’s why I came to a place 87 miles away. But I was waiting for someone to say, “Hey, she’s a girl, and she’s topless!” It never happened. Everyone mistook me for a guy.

I figured my back had received as much sun as was good, so it was time to go back to the hotel room. Now I can’t explain why that experiment made me so horny. Perhaps it was feeling the fresh air on my body. Perhaps it was being almost naked in public. But the minute I got in the door, I threw off my helmet, shoes, socks and shorts, and my hands were all over my nipples and clit. I orgasmed in seconds, and then several more times during the next half hour.

I don’t know if I’ll ever do the experiment again, but maybe. Maybe I’ll even go a step further – totally nude. I might like to try a nude beach someday. For that, I won’t have to disguise myself at all. Hmmm. Interesting.

I want my hair to grow back. The whole thing feels kind of embarrassing now, and my hair is a reminder. When people ask about my short hair, I won’t tell them about the experiment. Instead, I’ll just say I wanted to try a low-maintenance cut. This evening, my girlfriend wanted to know where I was today. When reluctantly I told her what I had done, she started licking my vagina with remarkable vigor and I came several times.

Tony and Anne By The Pool

I had met Tony recently. I knew he, like I, was married with grown kids. I hadn’t met his wife yet.

I thought I knew him well enough to drop by his house unannounced. Friends can do that, right?

So, I drove over and rang the doorbell. His wife answered. What a knockout! She’s Asian and petite. I’ve always been attracted to small women, and Asian women! Her name is Anne. She told me to go around back, Tony was by the pool.

It made sense, it was a hot Saturday afternoon. I was thinking, as I walked along the side of the house toward the back yard, ‘How lucky, Tony and Anne have a pool.’ I wished my wife, Lorie, and I had one.

I came around the corner of the house, and saw the concrete area surrounding the pool, and the pool itself with a big inflatable toy idly floating on the water. But I didn’t see Tony – at first.

My gaze went to some loungers by the side of the pool, and there was Tony, laying in one of them. At that moment, I quickly decided I should turn and sneak away quickly and quietly. Because, you see, Tony was not only stark naked, but masturbating a very erect penis!

As I started to turn, Tony yelled, “Oh, Hello Tom. So nice of you to drop by!”

Now, I couldn’t just sneak away. I felt like I was caught. Caught with my pants down. How weird is that? I mean, I catch the guy jerking off, and I’m the one who feels trapped, embarrassed!

What could I do? Hesitantly, I turned back toward Tony and took a step closer.

“Oh Tom, it’s fine, I was just jerking off. No need to run off like that,” he laughed.

Then he added, “Why don’t you join me?”

What in the world does one do in such a circumstance? Of course I’d masturbated a thousand times. I was no stranger to the activity. But with another guy? Never!

My mind was racing. What should I do? What should I do? It all happened in a moment. My logical mind said there was nothing wrong with it. Really, what’s wrong with masturbating with a friend? But there was my whole upbringing fighting against me. Wasn’t nudism generally wrong? What about the church? My religion, I mean? What does it teach about this? Trying hard to figure it out, I realized there was nothing bad about wanking with a friend. Why, just a month or so ago in church, the preacher, mostly directing his sermon to some of the youngsters in the congregation, alluded that masturbation was an acceptable alternative to premarital sex. I was almost shocked at the time, but I knew that he was helping the kids by saying that.

Well, I couldn’t just walk away. To say something, anything, wouldn’t work. Like, “Hey Tony, I see you’re busy.” Nope. Or, “Oh my God!” No, that wouldn’t work either.

I must have looked ridiculous approaching the empty lounge chair next to him so slowly. Tony just smiled – and continued stroking his erection. I couldn’t help myself. I glanced, then I stared. Then, catching myself staring at his hand working on his penis, I tried looking away, but that wasn’t quite right either. Like, I was obviously trying to look away. Geez!

It took me a full two minutes, but finally my Sandals, T-shirt, shorts and underwear came off, and I was in the lounger next to my friend. My penis, however, stayed soft.

Frankly, looking back on it, I found the scene surprisingly erotic. This was some serious ice-breaking. To be able to jerk off with a male friend was something I had sort of fantasized about, but here it was becoming real. But it also scared the bejeepers out of me. Why, I don’t know exactly. Maybe it was because his wife might catch us. Or a neighbor. But, no, there was a tall fence all the way around the yard. And Anne, well I guess she knew what her husband was doing out here. Or did she? Hell, I had no idea. But what if Anne caught me? Would that be right? My mind was still spinning. Meanwhile, after stroking my soft noodle next to Tony for a while, it was starting to stiffen up.

Tony had been saying some stuff, but I barely heard it through the noise going on in my brain. I pieced back together what he was saying, “Nice cock, Tom. I’m so glad you decided to drop by.”

I was thinking how totally accepting he was. And more, he hadn’t even flinched when I showed up. I mean, if I was caught wanking in my own back yard by a new friend, I’d probably run screaming into the house.

I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling, so I slowed down. I wanted this to last. Evidently, Tony was quite good at edging, since he had been wanking before I arrived, and was still wanking away, evidently in no hurry, and without a care in the world.

Suddenly, the sliding glass door on the back of the house slid open. Adrenaline shot through my system. Anne appeared carrying a tray. What was I supposed to do? Should I grab my underpants and put them back on? No time for that. Should I go somewhere? Do something? What? Talk about a deer in the headlights! I was totally frozen, still with my hand on my erect penis, but I had stopped stroking.

“I thought you boys would enjoy some lemonade,” she said as she approached us with the tray, handing me a glass, and the other glass to Tony. To accept the glass, I had to take my hand off my penis. I accepted the glass, my penis standing straight up in the slight but warm breeze. Tony and Anne acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

What could possibly happen next? Might she take off her dress and join us? Wouldn’t that be something? But it didn’t happen. She returned to the house with her empty tray.

Tony and I talked a bit about tennis of all things as we sipped our lemonade. He kept stroking with his other hand. I followed his lead. The distraction of the drinks kept us away from orgasming. After we had finished the drinks and talked a bit more, Tony started tensing up and grunting. I was able to witness several shots of white semen shooting out of his penis and onto his belly.

I’ve always liked cumshots in porn. I don’t know why. So, naturally, that set me off, and I started ejaculating also.

Afterward, we toweled off the sperm, and then jumped in the pool. While soaking in the deliciously cool water, we talked a bit more. This time, it wasn’t about tennis. It was about sex and masturbation. “Oh, yes,” Tony informed me, “Sometimes Anne joins me out by the pool. We do have sex, but more often, we really enjoy masturbating side by side.”

He went on to tell me this was the first time she had seen another man jerking off with her husband. Tony suspected she really enjoyed seeing that, and suggested I should come by more often. He even went so far as to say she might join us. I asked whether my wife was invited.

“Hell yes!” was his answer.

That excited me in more ways than I can say. Lorie is adventurous, and might just go for this. Plus, she’s a real looker with her tall, slim body and beautiful red hair. I’d like Anne and Tony to see her in all her glory.

I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Lorie about my interesting afternoon.

Thirty-Four Boys

Last year was my first year of high school. In my opinion, the school has been over-reacting with political correctness because about seven years ago, a popular boy died of testicular cancer.

Ever since, twice a year, the school has had all the boys get testicle exams.

From practically the first day of school, I heard about these exams in vague ways. I was too shy to ask any questions, but knew with a degree of concern, that the day was coming.

After the first few weeks, the day came. There was no advance warning. Was it like a drug test – where you don’t want to inform the boys so they won’t cheat? Who knows what the powers to be were thinking?

We came into the locker room, and it was noticeably warmer than usual. We were told to take showers first thing, then report back to the benches in the locker room without any clothing. I was disappointed because this was the soccer rotation, and I was getting gypped out of a soccer game. I really like soccer. But I was also scared. Why, I didn’t know. I just was.

It’s not like I hadn’t seen the other boys naked before. The showers are individual stalls, but the locker room is a common area, and you do see guys changing. I didn’t think I was gay or anything, but I did find the other guys dicks and balls ‘interesting.’

So, as instructed, we hit the showers, then came back and sat on the two rows of benches between the lockers. There were 34 of us kids, we were essentially two rows of 17, facing each other – stark naked.

Mrs. Coltone came in. She’s the school nurse. It was very weird sitting there naked like that, and she just stood there and started lecturing us. She told us how terrible STDs are, that we should masturbate because it’s healthy and will keep us out of trouble, she actually stretched a condom on a banana, and then she went into the whole testicle cancer thing, that it can affect boys our age and how we should check ourselves every month.

It was all the sexual stuff I’ve heard before, so I was like tuning it out. My mind wandered, and I found myself kind of staring at the dicks sitting there in front of me. I imagined how it would be if we were all sitting there wanking. Innocent thought, right?

The problem is, I started getting erect. In a moment, despite my best efforts to think about math or something and will it away, there was nothing I could do.

I thought about covering it with my hands, but that would make it even more obvious. I’m sure I must have been blushing, because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I was so embarrassed! I felt tears welling up, but through sheer determination, I didn’t start crying.

I don’t want to be gay. That whole scene is too problematic. Like in the TV series Glee, when Kirk, the gay kid, gets thrown in a dumpster. But maybe I am? It worries me. That’s why I wanted this published on the Internet. Maybe some people can leave comments and help me straighten out my thinking. It’s been bugging me for nearly a year.

She finished her lecture, and the erection didn’t go away. It was as hard and big as it had ever been. I couldn’t look any of the boys in the eye. I couldn’t look at them at all.

Mrs. Coletone started going down the benches, having each boy in turn spread his legs wide. She then grabbed his balls with her fingertips feeling for lumps. When it was my turn, I duly spread my legs wide, let her reach in, and do her thing.

It only lasted thirty seconds, but my-oh-my, despite my super-embarrassing state, it was the most amazing feeling in the world! Having one’s balls felt up like that – who knew? I started feeling like I was going to cum. Fortunately, she went on to the next kid at that point.

Finally, it was over. To my surprise, no one jeered me. No one whispered and pointed at the boy who had the erection in front of all the other kids. In fact, next period, Jam (short for ‘Jamaica’), one of the coolest kids in the whole school, came up to me and said, “That was really cool. You have a great boner.” I couldn’t even answer. What does one say to something like that? I just shrugged and walked away.

Months later, I found that two or three of the other kids were erect also. I hadn’t been looking at them, for fear of making my situation worse, so I just didn’t know.

I’m rather ashamed to say that when I got home that afternoon, I jerked off and had a super-strong orgasm remembering the day’s event. And the memory has caused many ejaculations since.

The next ball check was scheduled for April, and I feel very lucky that it was canceled due to Covid.

[In a previous confidence coaching session, had mentioned an uncle that he greatly admires who happens to be bisexual. As a reframe, I simply asked, “Do you know anyone who is bisexual?” He lit up, realizing right away that I was inferring there’s an acceptable alternative besides ‘straight’ and ‘gay.’ He asked for your comments in the section below. Please say something, but be kind.]

Unmet Naked Neighbor

I feel privileged to live on the top floor of a condo complex. It’s the 12th floor. You see, I have a sun room that the other apartments below me don’t have.

The place used to be referred to as “The Twin Towers,” but since 911, no one says that any more. I’d have a great view of the city, but the other tower is directly in front of my sun room, blocking the view. The condo directly across from me had been empty for the first year I lived there.

I had taken to experimenting with hydroponics and microgreens in my sunroom, sometimes just in my underwear. After a while, since no one had moved into the opposing apartment’s sunroom, I started working in my sunroom absolutely naked. It felt very freeing.

So there I was in my sunroom one day, replanting one of the trays, when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. There, in the sunroom across from me were some moving guys bringing in a Bowflex exercise machine. Oops! I got out of there in a hurry, and put on some clothes before I returned. When I came back, one of the moving guys grinned, and gave me a thumbs up. I was terribly embarrassed.

A couple of days later, harvesting a micro tray, while reflecting on what a loss it was that I wouldn’t be able to be naked in my own sunroom any more, I saw the new owner. She was a super-hot, kind of small, Asian chick. ‘Oh well,’ I thought, ‘at least it will be fun to see her from time to time.’ She saw me and smiled. I smiled back.

Nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks. I tended my little farm, fully clothed of course. I saw the chick next door from time to time. She’d pop into her room for a minute or two, then leave. She didn’t seem to really use the room much. We waved, we smiled, and that was that.

She had set her place up as a sort of recreational place, I guess. I mean, she had a recliner, a sofa, and that Bowflex machine in there.

One day, I happened to see her moving around, and took a quick glance. She was wearing a string bikini, and working out on the Bowflex. Did I mention, she’s super-hot?

As usual, she waved, I waved, and that was that. Well, almost. Remembering the time the moving man gave my naked self a thumbs-up, without thinking it through, I gave her a thumbs up. She smiled big. Little did I know that must have set something off in her.

The reason I say that, is one night I popped into my sunroom for my iPad which I had left in there. Her lights were on low. I could just make her out on her Bowflex. She was topless! What beautiful tits! Olive skin, small, and firm, with perfectly little nipples. Oh, my god, she was bottomless, too! It was dark, but I could clearly see her neatly trimmed crotch hair between her legs.

I didn’t know what to do. It was pretty obvious I had seen her. After all, I had turned on my lights, so there’s no way she couldn’t have seen me seeing her. My first thought was to quickly leave the room and give her privacy. What stopped me is what she did next. She gave me a thumbs up! I did the only thing I could think to do, I smiled huge, like a cheesy, lecherous fool, and gave her a thumbs up back. What a fucking idiot! Then, I quickly turned out the light and left the room. I had forgotten my tablet, but no way was I going back for it.

You can bet I jerked off big-time remembering the sight.

The next day, I figured she’d be so embarrassed by what happened that I wouldn’t see her for a while, or she’d always be fully clothed from then on.

Not so. The next time I saw her was two days later, in the late afternoon when I came home from work. She was sitting on her Bowflex facing backward. She had brought up a TV tray and was working away on a laptop. But, here’s the thing: She was as naked as the day she was born. She looked up, saw me, smiled, and kept right on working, like nothing was wrong.

What does a good neighbor do in such a situation? I immediately left my sunroom. Sitting in my lining room, thinking about what had just happened, I was an incredible mix of emotions. I was sexually excited. I was embarrassed, as if it had been her seeing me naked. Or, was I embarrassed for having seen her? I couldn’t figure it out. But my feelings started to evolve. I just got kicked out of my own sunroom. And I had a tray of greens that was ready to trim. Overdue in fact. I was kind of upset. I wanted back into my sunroom, damn it!

It took me ten minutes to figure it out: I decided it was my sunroom, after all, and she was evidently some sort of exhibitionist. I mean, she had to know I’d see her eventually. I hadn’t thought that through. Sure, she wanted me to see her naked, or certainly, she wouldn’t have let that happen.

Oddly, my heart was racing as I reentered my little farm. She was still sitting there, working on her laptop. She smiled. I smiled. We both went about our own business.

This went on for literally two weeks. Every couple of days, I’d see her naked doing stuff in her sunroom. It had an effect on me. I wanked in my bedroom every time after seeing her.

Slowly it dawned on me that two could play at this game. One day I sheepishly showed up in my sunroom without a shirt. As usual, she smiled and I smiled, and we went about our business. Except for one thing. Holy smokes! She had removed all that black hair from her vagina!

Well, fast forward a couple more weeks. I had started showing up in my sunroom with just underpants, and finally, after feeling quite silly and everything else, I finally got up the balls to go in there naked. She saw me, and smiled, but no differently than usual. It was as if I had always worked in there naked.

A couple more weeks passed, and both of us, doing our things in our sunrooms fully naked became the norm. One time, feeling particularly horny, I started developing an erection in there. I thought about running out of the room, then decided ‘fuck it,’ and just continued refilling a tray, erection be damned. She certainly saw it, but gave no indication.

Now, me with erections was becoming common. It was her that took it to the next level. I came in one day, and saw her sitting on her sofa, which faced my room, by the way. She was naked, of course, but what was that I was seeing? I couldn’t believe it. She was rubbing her vagina with one hand, and squeezing a nipple with the other. There was no mistaking it! The second I arrived, she quit, and started to get off the sofa, as if she was going to run and hide. Instead, she settled back down, smiled at me, and resumed what she was doing, with one hand you know where, and the other squeezing her titty. She got caught, evidently at least partly intended, I’m sure, and now she was giving me a full-on show.

Well, when in Rome… My dick was already hard. I touched it while she stared right at me. At first I didn’t stroke, but then I did. Sheepishly, shyly at first, kind of wondering something like, ‘is this alright?’ Within a couple of minutes, I had approached the window, and was forcing my pelvis forward and ejaculating into one of my trays as she continued to rub herself, smiling big, and watching me intently. As soon as I came, she tensed all up, and I could tell she was having a super-strong orgasm.

This has turned into a regular thing with us. We don’t always jerk off in front of each other, but have done it at least a dozen times during the past couple of months.

Yesterday, she held up a big piece of paper against the window. Written on it was, “My name is Lanie. What’s your name?” We ended up exchanging phone numbers. I’m going to phone her this afternoon. For some reason, I’m freaking out, in a good way. My heart is beating a million beats per minute just thinking about it.

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.

Shower Exhibitionist

I saw what you wrote about the guy who had a college roommate who jerked off in front of him all the time. Who is it?

[I’m not going to say.]

Come on, I probably know him. I might have seen him in your waiting room, right?

[You know I can’t reveal that!]

Well anyway, it made me remember a time that I felt the same way. Like, “Oh, if only I was as bold and free as that guy.”

You see, our YMCA is old-school. I mean the shower room isn’t individual stalls the way they are in most modern buildings. We have a large tiled square room with like six shower heads along each wall. You walk up to one, turn it on, and shower in front of all the guys. No big deal right?

But one day, just this one time, there was a guy in there I hadn’t seen before. He was young. My age, maybe 26. He was tall, thin and had longish black hair. Well the thing about him, and he started off normally enough – soaping up his hair, his shoulders, his underarms, working his way down to his feet. Then he rinsed all the soap off. I thought nothing about it, although I glanced over from time to time.

Oh, I’m not gay, or at least not very much, but I do check the guys out, especially the good-looking ones. And, sometimes the older gents. There’s something about a gray-haired man that makes you respect him and want to know him, and something more. He’s kind of attractive in a way. I mean, a little bit.

Well anyway, this young guy finishes rinsing off, and I figured he’d walk right past me to get his towel. I always take a shower head near the entrance, so people have to walk right past me. So maybe I’m a bit more gay than I care to admit. [He laughs.]

But he stayed under the water spray. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He started playing with his cock. Right there in front of everyone. There were about four other guys in the room, plus me, and we all had a clear view of this guy.

Pretty soon he was jerking off in earnest. His penis was fully erect, and after a couple of minutes, he was rocking up on his toes, convulsing – you could see his calf muscles working, and ejaculating into the drain at his feet.

Then, he turned off the shower, walked past me, got his towel and left.

We, me and the other guys in the shower room, we kind of know each other a little bit, and we often have brief conversations in the shower. Not this time. We were shocked. No one said a word.

The guy had made a bit of eye contact with each of us, but nothing more, except when he walked past me, like when he was just three feet (one meter) away, he winked at me and smiled.

I’ve never seen him since. However, for the next several months, I was a very dedicated gym member. I was exercising 4 or 5 times a week. My wife thought my new fitness craze was good for me, but missed my company. I kept hoping to see him again, but nothing.

I have no idea what would have happened had he come back. Would he have repeated the performance? Would I, or anyone else there, copy him? Would we possibly even get more involved? You hear about blowjobs in public showers and all that. But maybe most of all, I’d like to have known his story. Why did he do that? Was he an exhibitionist? Did he think it was normal? Was he making a statement?

I guess I’ll never know. But here’s the thing: I keep thinking someone has to carry on in his tradition. I mean, what if I jerked off in the shower at the Y? Wouldn’t that be a great and interesting thing to do? I’m sure no one would ‘bust’ me or anything. I could just do it, and see what happens. And yet I haven’t, and probably never will.

Sauna

I’ll admit that I’m a gym rat. Pretty much every day after work, I spend exactly one hour working out. Then I hit the shower, and sometimes the sauna or hot tub. The hot tub is a community hot tub, meaning men and women, so of course you have to wear trunks in there. There are two saunas in the gym, one for men, the other for women.

As is the tradition, men go naked into the sauna, but generally with towels wrapped around their mid section. Most of the guys keep the towels during their time in the steam. A few let the towels fall partially open. I’ve always wondered if some of them are trying to show off a bit. A few others will remove their towels entirely, but that’s rare.

So, one day I was in there, with about five other guys, and a fit-looking older man, one I had never seen before, maybe around 60 or 65 years old was in there. At first I paid him no attention. Then he removed his towel and placed it between his shoulders and the wall. Not a bad idea, since that wall gets a bit too hot, but it’s nice to lean against. That left his genital region exposed, of course. But the thing is, his penis was fully erect. Just standing straight up at attention.

He seemed to pay it no mind. As soon as I saw that, I immediately looked away. I guess I was thinking I didn’t want to embarrass the man by seeming to stare at him. Or, was I more concerned about embarrassing myself by being seen to stare at him? I’m still wondering about that. You see, my brain was juggling a swirl of thoughts at that moment. I thought the idea of a guy with an erection in the sauna was somehow sexy. Now, I’m mostly into women, but I can enjoy seeing a good dick now and then. I think a lot of guys are like that, but they won’t admit it. I mean, to see some porn where a guy with a good firm dick is plunging it into a sexy woman is a real turn on. I think I feel a sort of solidarity with the guy, maybe kind of imagining that’s me.

Anyway, this guy was just sitting there with his erection, seemingly not caring. I wondered what was really going on in his mind? Was he showing off? Was he just being more natural than the rest of us in the room dared? So, another thing I was feeling was a sort of pride for him. Oh, if I only had the balls to just show my erection in the sauna like that, and not care what others think of me.

Another part of me really wanted to join him in his erectness. All I needed to do would be to throw off my towel, too, and let my penis grow. I found it interesting that it wasn’t already erect under the towel. I guess I’ve trained myself not to get erections in situations like this. Back in my high school days, if I had developed an erection in the locker room, I would have been jeered, called ‘gay’ and who knows what. So I think I have learned to stay soft in such circumstances.

While I was thinking all this, the guy actually started to stroke himself, right there in front of five other guys. Imagine that! He was jerking off in the sauna, and we all saw it. I glanced around. Couldn’t help it. I needed to know what was happening with the other guys.

Every one of them was still wearing his towel. They were trying hard not to look at the guy, as if they were trying to give him some privacy or something. Even though most of us knew each other on a gym-acquaintance basis, no one said a word.

The guy kept wanking, and I swear, he seemed to be humming a song, but so quietly, I couldn’t quite tell. It sounded like “Ride Like The Wind” by Christopher Cross. After a minute or two, he arched his back, moaned a bit, and ejaculated into his free hand, which he then rubbed on the towel. A moment later, he wrapped that towel around his mid-section, nodded once and said “Gentlemen” as he stepped out of the sauna. At the last second, he turned at the door, looked right at me, and winked.

My brain raced. Why did he wink at me? ME! What was he saying? And should I be embarrassed? Quite possibly, the other men in the room saw the wink. Would they be thinking about me?

I sat there in the sauna for another few minutes, trying to get my brain back under control. I decided I had to find out more about this guy. So, I stepped out of the sauna and looked for him in the locker room. I figured I could ask him what the wink meant. Was he just acknowledging me? Maybe he was just expressing appreciation for me allowing him to do that without saying anything. Maybe because I was the youngest in the room. Or maybe, just maybe, there was more to it than that. Like, maybe he was inviting me to become his friend. Friend with benefits. There was a part of me that would have really liked that. To have a wank buddy. How cool that would be!

Sadly, I looked around the locker room, but he had already left. I’ve never seen him since. I noticed there was a big motorhome in the parking lot. Might he be a traveler who does that in gyms all around the country? I have jerked off many times thinking about that guy, and he has given me more incentive than ever to go to the gym every night. I almost never miss a few minutes in the sauna now. I’m secretly hoping he’ll come back someday. But more than that, I’m also harboring a secret fantasy. I think someday, I need to become that man. More than once, I’ve been sitting right there in the sauna and thinking to myself that I could throw off my towel and start jerking off right there in front of the other guys. I don’t think I’d get in any sort of legal trouble or anything. But, I’ve never done it, and now I’m actually kind of worried that I never will.