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High School Masturbation Class – As told to Spurtz by Kenny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Benefits of Wanking

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Benefits of Wanking

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Uncle Don Broke My Penis

My grandfather died when my father was 22 and his brother, my Uncle Don, was 24. Grandfather was a drinker, and managed to kill himself in a fiery single-car collision. He had some money that my dad and Uncle Don inherited in equal shares two years before I was born.

Uncle Don convinced my dad to lend him his half of the money so Don could buy a mobile home park. Somehow, Dad was never able to get repaid even after Don started accumulating wealth. While Don eventually owned three mobile home parks, Dad, Mom, and I rented one of Don’s homes. It was the only single-wide trailer in the park. To get technical, our’s was a mobile home. Anything made after 1974 is called a ‘manufactured home.’ Dad worked as a bus driver.

Mom ran off when I was twelve. The story goes that Don sexually assaulted her, resulting in her having two broken teeth. She took him to court, but lost the case, since there was no proof that he had done anything. Fearing for her life, she disappeared.

When I was 18, I decided to learn something about business so I started attending City College, which was quite difficult financially, even though I still lived with Dad. I had this notion that I’d like to own a mobile home park someday, seeing how profitable they’ve been for my uncle. Unlike Don, I’d treat my tenants right. I figured I could learn enough about business to manage my own park some day.

I was still in my first year, when something went wrong with the circuitry in our trailer. Without electric, there was no heat.

Don said he’d send his handyman, but knowing Uncle Don, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Don was well-known for treating his tenants badly, even my father, his own brother. After all, his tenants have no choice. Their mobile homes are fastened to the ground. It would cost them tens of thousands of dollars to move.

Uncle Don did invite Dad and I to stay in his place until the electric got fixed. I stayed in Nancy’s room, and Dad stayed in Ned’s room.

Those were my late cousins. Nancy committed suicide at 16, and Ned had taken up drugs and drinking. Soon, Ned was hopelessly addicted. Don threw him out. He was seen around town from time to time, barely hanging on. One day, he had fallen asleep behind a dumpster that was in back of Safeway. The next morning, a garbage truck picked up the dumpster, emptied it, and set it down right on Ned. But that may not be what killed him. According to the police, he might have already been dead, either from a drug overdose, or exposure to the cold. The poor guy had a cast on one leg when he died, so I can only imagine what his last weeks were like.

My first night at Don’s, I went to bed around midnight. It was warm in Don’s house, so I figured I’d jerk off on top of the blankets before falling asleep. I was just about to orgasm when the door burst open and the light came on.

“I’ll have none of that in my house!” Don shouted. He was obviously drunk as he staggered toward me. He was carrying something that turned out to be a tennis racket. He took a swing and hit me right in one testicle and the side of my still erect penis.

I crumpled up in pain as he wobbled out of the room. My balls, my left testicle in particular, hurt so bad, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was choking as I lay there with my hands between my legs. Ten minutes later, I could breathe normally, but the pain was still unbelievable. I couldn’t even get off the bed to turn out the light.

An hour went by as I just lay there, not only in pain, but freaking out that I was badly injured. The testicle pain started to subside, and then I noticed that my penis was in pain also.

I pulled my hands away and took a look. My penis was as large as if it was erect. In fact, it was bigger in diameter than I had ever seen it, but it was soft and squishy. It had a big black lump on the left side, and curved oddly to the right, much like the picture below.

Not knowing what else to do, I yelled for Don to come take me to the hospital. After probably 15 minutes, he came back to my room, evidently a bit more sober. I showed him my penis. He refused to take me to the hospital, saying “It’s not that bad,” as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

The only thing I could think to do was call an ambulance. That’s how I got to the hospital. While the ambulance was on its way, I tried putting on my underwear. I couldn’t straighten up enough to do that, so I ended up putting on my sweat pants. I stayed barefoot.

After two painful hours in the waiting room, still barefoot, during which my testicle pain went away, but my dick started aching worse than anything in my life. My dad arrived and sat with me, occasionally swearing under his breath about Don.

When I was finally called into a treatment area, the doctors and nurses all took a look at my penis. I wasn’t embarrassed about them seeing my junk due to the condition I was in. How could something like this happen to me? My fear was such that my heart had been beating really fast for literally hours. A urologist was consulted. It took him another hour to arrive. He looked at my penis, held it gingerly, shifting it this way and that. Man alive, did that hurt!

He quit examining me, and sat on a stool to tell me the situation: I’d need surgery, which was to be performed later that morning. My testicle was fine, but Don had literally broken my penis. The side of the tennis racket, hitting my erect penis like that, caused a fracture of my left corpus cavernosum, the spongy tissue that holds blood when one is erect.

They were going to do something called ‘degloving’ to reach and stitch up the affected area. The idea totally weirded me out. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me. The surgeon was going to detach the skin of my penis all around just behind the head. Then, they dissect and peel the skin away all the way down, so the skin is piled around the base of the penis. That gives them access to the broken area. They’d do the repair and then finally, they would pull the skin back up, and stitch it back in place under the head.

Even with the medicine they gave me, I didn’t sleep much during the few hours left of that night, and was still in considerable pain.

The surgery happened, and my recovery was painful, but uneventful. When a nurse changed my bandages the first time, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was circumcised! I so totally didn’t want that. When the urologist came in for a consult, I asked him why that happened. He said, “I thought you’d like that.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The afternoon after my surgery, when I was still woozy from the drugs, Don stormed into my hospital room, and started yelling at me about the $2,700 the ambulance company charged him for the one-mile ride to the hospital. Two orderlies came and took him away.

I woke up a couple of times every night with sharply painful nocturnal erections. For days, I wanted badly to jerk off, but that fully wasn’t going to happen.

A week later, the stitches were removed by an attractive young intern. She had flaming red hair. I thought she’d use anesthetic, but she said, “You won’t need it.” That scared me, until she started snipping and pulling the stitches out. She was right. It didn’t hurt a bit. I became erect, and was remarkably embarrassed about that. She only said, “Aw, it’s fine.”

I noticed that my dick was quite numb as she was working on it.

Finally, after three weeks, I was starting to get back to normal and was way overdue for a good wank. Ever so carefully, I tried moving the skin up and down. It was totally numb. I could feel my penis between my fingertips, but the dick itself felt like a broomstick. There was no sensation at all. Still, I was able to jerk off and cum. What a relief!

The numbness worried me very much. I asked the urologist, and he said the feeling would eventually come back. It did, but it took six months. It took even longer than that to get used to being circumcised. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. At least the terrible sensitivity of the glans has gone mostly away. Just touching against my underwear was like an unbearable tickle for the first few weeks. To this day, my penis feels weird when I rub it, like there are little lumps under the skin.

Meanwhile, a friend of a friend had a father who was a lawyer and suggested I sue Uncle Don. The case dragged on for months. Meanwhile, I was back in our trailer with Dad, and back in college. In a courtroom appearance, pictures of my penis were shown. It was terribly embarrassing. First, the horrible picture of my black, lumpy, bent, fractured penis. Then my penis with stitches under the corona, and fully erect. The urologist had injected something called Caverject to make me artificially hard to check his work.

To my amazement, the lawyer won. I was awarded 1.5 million dollars. The lawyer got $500,000, leaving me a cool million. I was planning to buy a mobile home park of my own.

The only problem was, the money hadn’t been transferred yet. Don was pulling some legal shit that was slowing the process.

Just when I was figuring I’d never see the money, something unexpected happened. Don had gone out drinking, and somehow drove his car right into a bridge abutment. He messed up his innards something terrible. He languished in terrible pain in the hospital for three weeks before he died. I shouldn’t say this, but I was secretly happy. The world is better off without a guy like that.

I figured that was the end of my million dollars, but even more surprising was the call from Don’s lawyer. My fucked up uncle had written a will. He had left two of his mobile home parks to my father, and one to me. Mine was assessed at over $5 million.

Two Rowdy Young Women

My diner was closed. All my employees had left. I was going to turn out the lights and lock up as soon as my last customers left. I had already drawn all the shades.

The last ones were two young women, having a somewhat rowdy conversation. They weren’t drunk, just carrying on, the way young people will do.

Their subject turned to ballbusting, like a laughing matter, don’t you know.

I don’t know why it bothered me to the degree it did. Maybe because they were talking about hurting people, men in this case, as if it was all OK.

I probably should have minded my own business. Instead, I walked up to their table, and said, “Ballbusting is no laughing matter.”

They immediately shushed, and looked at me with a stunned looked. I continued.

“Women often talk of busting mens’ balls. Do you even know what that is? Do you know anything at all about testicles?”

They silently shook their heads. Just like I figured, they mostly didn’t know what they were talking about. They probably assumed testicles were like grapes, easily squished.

This is where I got crazy, and I’ll never be able to explain my action. I guess it was just a moment of insanity.

“Look, these are not for hurting. They’re for gentle enjoyment.” I said as I quickly undid my belt, opened my fly and pulled down both my pants and my underwear. “Take a good look, this is what you’ve been joking about.”

I was starting to pull my pants right back up again. I was already way out of line and I knew it.

“Hang on a sec, Mike,” one of the two women said. She knew my name. Everyone does. It’s “Mike’s Diner” after all.

I stopped in mid-pull on my underwear. Why, I don’t know.

“Let’s see,” the other woman chimed in, as she reached out. I immediately backed away. I figured with all this talk of ballbusting…

“C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I just want to see what your ‘real’ balls are like.”

I cautiously stepped forward. I didn’t know where this was going. The only thing I was fairly certain of is that she wouldn’t really hurt my balls.

I was feeling a mix of emotions. I was starting to become embarrassed for what I had done. But something else. I was like a proud father, instructing his daughters in something important. Go figure. I was also fearful that I really had gone too far.

She reached out, and gently massaged my balls between her thumb and first two fingers. First my right testicle, then the left.

“Mmm, interesting,” she said as she continued to gently massage my balls within my scrotum.

Evidently not wanting to be left out, the other girl started massaging my balls. So now, one girl was squeezing one, and the other girl, squeezing the other ball.

You can probably imagine what happened. Right, my penis became erect. After less than a minute, it was sticking up at a proud 45-degree angle and bobbing with my heartbeat.

The first girl wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year, so this touch felt especially nice. I was just standing there, loving it, in front of these two girls.

She told her friend, “It’s hard and soft all at the same time. It’s like a rock inside, but has this soft warm skin that slides over it so nicely.”

Her friend gently pushed the hand away, replacing it with her own hand and started stroking up and down. Much too soon I ejaculated. Some of my cum landed in the first girl’s hair, as they both jumped back, avoiding any more shots of cum.

They started laughing. I started laughing also as I was pulling my underwear and then my pants back up.

“So there you go, young ladies. You don’t bust balls. You enjoy them. OK?”

More laughter. A moment later, they went home, thanking me for a nice meal and ‘desert.’

I’ve not seen them since. I think back on that strange evening often, typically releasing a load of sperm into my hand in response.

I’ve often wondered if this was their first ever experience touching a man’s equipment. It seems from their reactions like it was. But surely… Well, I guess I’ll never know.

Every now and then the thought occurs to me that I lost two good customers. Why didn’t they come back? Probably because the scene was just too weird. So, it cost me some money. But I think it was worth it, don’t you?

Sandy and Amber

By Spurtz

Sandy and Amber, mother/daughter sexual threesome

Mom and Daughter Get Busy With My Cock

Here’s a story that starts off true and then transforms into how I wish it had turned out.

I met a woman shortly after divorcing my second wife. She flat out told me when we first met that I was too old for her as I was 15 years older. That lasted until the first time we had sex and then she decided maybe I wasn’t too old after all.

The most interesting thing about this woman is she had an 18 year old daughter. Without exaggeration the daughter was without a doubt the best looking girl I had ever seen. Not only a beautiful face but a body to die for. In fact I even discussed with the mom about putting her up for a Playboy Playmate which I have no doubt she would have easily qualified. But the mom had concerns about the attendant notoriety that would come with it.

They lived in a high end condo that had a community pool adjacent to their unit. To make matters worse the daughter was in the pool every day during the summer wearing a string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Even lounging around the house she was always either in the bikini or often just panties and brassiere. She knew what she had and wasn’t afraid to show it off. I had a constant hard-on anytime I was around her.

I used to stay over at the condo during the weekends. And later even weeknights. The mom was an interior decorator and sometimes had appointments with clients on the weekend. One Saturday the mom, whose name was Sandy, had an early appointment and left before I even got out of bed. I was in the master bath brushing my teeth. I had just stepped out of the shower and was naked. As I stood at the counter brushing my teeth, the daughter, whose name was Amber, suddenly stepped into the bathroom. She was wearing a robe that was open in the front and I could clearly see her luscious naked breasts and pubic hair.

She was totally non-plussed with me being naked and said she had to get something out of the medicine cabinet. She leaned right across in front of me and looked down at my dick and said “Nice cock.” My mind went into overdrive and I figured right away that the pussy was there for the taking. I felt myself getting hard. I also knew she was very competitive with her mother and I also figured that if I fucked her, she would somehow let her mother know.

OK, readers, what you have read so far is all true. And in truth, I didn’t actually do anything. But here’s what could have happened.

“So you like my cock?” I responded. “Would you like to have it buried in that sweet puss?” She reached down and grabbed my dick. “What do you think?” she replied. I tossed my toothbrush into the sink and pushed her into the adjacent bedroom and onto the bed, pulling off her robe on the way down.

I spread those beautiful thighs and buried my face in her bush. My tongue went to work on her clit as I shoved two fingers into her wet cunt. Within seconds she was humping her pussy into my face and screaming, “I’m cumming.” I kept lapping her clit as she writhed around like a wild animal cumming over and over. When things finally died down a bit I moved up onto the bed and slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I fucked her every which way I could think of. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my dick in as far as it would go and unloaded spurt after spurt of creamy jism into that sweet teen pussy.

We lay there exhausted for some time and then just sort of played with each other. I worshipped those two beautiful teen tits while she lazily stroked my cock. We probably spent close to an hour with foreplay before she asked me, “Are you going to fuck me again?”

I took more time on the second go and at one point I was on top of her with my dick buried in her pussy. She had her legs locked around my back as I slowly pistoned in and out of her sweet cunt. Once again I was on the verge of ejaculation when this loud voice screamed, “What the fuck are you doing?” Mom had arrived home and we hadn’t even heard her. But I couldn’t stop. I was too close to cumming. And Amber locked her legs even tighter around me and said “Keep fucking me.”

Sandy is screaming, “Stop that! Stop that right now!” And I’m pumping away into Amber’s teen pussy like mom isn’t even in the room. My orgasm was one of the best of my life. I’ve always wondered if being caught somehow heightened my orgasm. It seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. But all things come to an end and finally I collapsed onto Amber, totally wiped out. I lay there breathing hard when I felt Sandy grab me and try to pull me off of her daughter.

She successfully rolled me off of Amber and I flopped over on my back with my wet half-hard cock slapping against my stomach. “I can’t believe you were fucking my daughter,” screamed Sandy. “And you, you little bitch,” she screamed at Amber, “You are just a fucking slut.”

“Calm down, mom,” said Amber. “What’s the big deal? We were just having some fun. It’s not the end of the fucking world. I have to listen to the two of you fucking your brains out every night. I wanted some of that cock. And it was great. I loved it. And I want more.” Amber reached over and lightly stroked my cock. Sandy slapped her hand away.

“Get dressed,” Sandy demanded. “We have to talk about this.” We quickly pulled on some clothes and followed Sandy into the living room where we all sat down. “Look, I can understand things getting out of hand and I realize how attractive Amber is. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her. But you two have had your fun and that’s got to be the end of it. Understand?”

We both hung our heads in contrition and mumbled an assent to her question. Sandy stood up and said she had to run to the store and with that she was out the door. Amber and I looked at each other and started pulling our clothes off. Within seconds of Sandy going out the door I had my hard cock buried in that wonderful teen pussy and pumped away to another glorious orgasm.

Things were a little tense around the house that evening but once Sandy and I were in bed we had our usual extended session of fucking and sucking. She never brought up what had happened. The next morning Amber upped the ante by showing up for breakfast totally nude.

“Amber, get some damn clothes on,” demanded Sandy. “Why?” replied Amber. “We’ve all seen each other nude and it’s a lot more comfortable. I think it will be more fun if we are all naked together.”

“Gets my vote,” I said as I pulled my clothes off. Sandy realized she was in the minority and reluctantly shed her clothes. Seeing Amber’s spectacular body already made me erect. I slipped into the kitchen booth to try to hide my excitement. Amber slid into the booth opposite me. Then I felt her bare toes caressing my hard on. She started sliding her toes up and down the length of my prick as Sandy prepared breakfast. I was in sex overload looking across the booth at those magnificent breasts. In an amazingly short time I felt the cum boiling in my balls and proceeded to shoot a load all over Amber’s feet.

Amber swung her body around and extended her cum covered feet out of the booth. “Mom, look, I made John cum with just my toes.”

Sandy was shocked beyond belief. “You two are fucking unbelievable. Clean that stuff off of your feet. And John, grab that box of Kleenex and mop up any cum that’s on the floor. I’m sure not all of it got on Amber. You two have to control yourself.”

“Mom,” said Amber. “We are just having fun. At least I know I am. What’s the problem with getting John off. I know it must feel great for him. Doesn’t it John?”

“Huh, yeah, sure,” I replied weakly.

That little event kind of set the stage for how things went from there. Amber wanted to fuck all the time and I think Sandy just kind of gave up fighting the inevitable. A seminal moment occurred early one morning as Sandy and I lay in bed asleep. I was awakened by feeling a wetness on my cock, which was already sporting morning wood. I woke up to find Amber in bed with us sucking my dick. She was really going to town. She had quickly grown into a world class cocksucker and loved to take a load of my jism down her throat. I saw her reach over and shake her mom awake. What the fuck?, I thought.

Sandy opened her eyes to see her sweet daughter taking my 7” cock down her throat right to the balls. Amber lifted off my dick and said, “I need some help mom, John’s cock is too much for little old me.” She pulled Sandy closer to me and held my cock out to her mom’s waiting mouth. Sandy had no choice other than to engulf my throbbing prick in her mouth and proceeded to take over where her daughter left off. The two of them traded my prick back and forth until I exploded into Sandy’s throat. It gagged her a bit and as she pulled off my prick, Amber wasted no time in popping my cum-covered cock into her mouth and sucking me clean.

From that point on the household turned into a continuing fuckfest. Both women competed for my dick on a near hourly basis. I tried my best to keep up but it was impossible. They drained me of jism every single day. I was getting fucked four or five times every day on the weekends and at least twice a day on weekdays and it was just too much. Thankfully the novelty wore off after a couple of weeks and we settled into a nice routine where I was fucking each one of them about once every day. The women’s monthly periods did interrupt that routine to where I only had to fuck one of them for a few days. But even the twice a day routine was wearing me out.

On a weekday I would arrive from work about 5:30 or 6:00 and immediately jump in the shower. Amber would join me and then we would hit her bed for a glorious fuckfest while mom made dinner. After dinner we would watch some tv and then go to bed and it was then my turn to service Sandy. Sometimes Amber would join us. Also, Amber liked to show off to her mother so occasionally we would have sex in the living room while Sandy was making dinner, watching us flail away. Amber particularly liked to blow me with mom watching and pull my dick out of her mouth and jack me off spraying my cum all over those great tits. Sandy never said anything so I never knew what she thought. I know this sounds crazy but I always felt that Sandy somehow got a kick out of watching Amber perform.

Things did taper off finally to where I probably was fucking each one only three times a week. There was no set pattern so sometimes I would find myself bending Amber over the dining room table fucking her up the ass and as soon as I pulled my dripping cock out of her, there was Sandy wanting her turn.

I did the best I could for about five or six months and finally had to call it quits. Fortunately my job was taking me out of town so I had a valid excuse to put an end to it. It was fun while it lasted but my poor dick could only handle so much.

Sandy and Amber, mother/daughter sexual threesome

Translation

I found this very weird translation from Japanese on a sex toy website:

Continue on the edge, the sperm cow shot from a few minutes to now can last for half an hour. ABS strong contraction, drive the anus shrinkage pull, thus driving the prostate extrusion, silent pleasure a wave devour the will of the fine cow. As a punishment, this time will not give him the power to ejaculate. Feelings of loss evoke the infinite desire and physiological desire of the fine cow for the next opportunity.

Edging:
Camouflage + elastic Binding belt, air filter hood reduces the Roar volume, but also forces the fine cow to breathe to obtain more oxygen. The scrotum binds to the traction to avoid the fine cow swinging violently because of the sensitivity of the tortoise, while also gaining a different pleasure through local numbness and pain. Coronal ditch smear Swiss navy lubricating oil, reduce friction coefficient, avoid fine cattle early horse. Then, it depends on the performance of the dairy farmers.

Sounding:
Three months, not less than three times a week, full paraffin lubrication after the expansion of the urethra, now, sent to his dream of double sounding. He says the desire for subjugation and unknown fear of urethral pleasure, mixed with prostate pleasure, is unstoppable. Again, the body’s ductility and adaptability is very strong, the body is a large sexual organs waiting for you to explore to develop. Do a good job of disinfection lubrication and no monkey urgency, the risk of infection is extremely low.

Attempted Androgyny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was like, “Whaaa…?”

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

“No fucking way!”

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

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

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

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

“They’re fucking smaller, you idiot!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I understood.

Tough Guys (And Girls) Club

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

“So?”

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

“And so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The laying down and sitting up people changed positions.

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

I took my position on the floor.

“Three minutes” was announced.

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

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

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

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

“Ding.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Too Fast

Threesome with Lydia, Gary and Lance to cure premature ejaculation

My first boyfriend, Gary, had something that I didn’t realize was so important: Staying power. He could fuck me for an hour if he wanted, then he’d cum only while I was orgasming. It was wonderful. The problem was he became more interested in my sister than me.

We were all too polite and considerate to do anything about it, but we all knew. The two of them never got together in consideration of what he and I had. Except one day, it just came out in a tearful conversation between him and I. I think he was crying more than I was, because he really didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

Strangely, I wasn’t all that hurt. I just missed the sex after he and my sister hooked up. I was happy for her that she was getting what I got.

It wasn’t long before I started dating Lance. He’s my landlord, and a super-sweet guy. I mean my first boyfriend was a very kind and gentle person also, but my landlord was on a whole ‘nother level of kindness. At 29, Kyle was 7 years older than me when we started getting serious. Here’s the thing: Lance is wonderful in all ways, except he was lousy in bed.

Lance is a trip. Somehow, during his high school years, he got it in his mind that he was going to be a real estate mogul. Except jokingly he refers to himself as a ‘slumlord.’ He saved for a down payment and bought his first place, a broken down old duplex a month before he graduated. He says he learned a lot while fixing it up, and by mid-summer, while still living with his parents, he had it rented out to two families.

It didn’t take him long to buy another duplex, then a triplex, then a couple of stand-alone houses, and a couple more duplexes. Right now, he has 34 rental units, some of which are entirely paid off. Lance’s motto is “Good housing for good people.” And he means it. He sets ten percent of his profit aside to cover the rent for any tenants who get into financial trouble so he doesn’t have to kick them out. He goes the extra mile in repainting, repairing, replanting, whatever it takes to keep his places nice. Lance still does most of his own maintenance, even though he could easily hire someone. He like that part. He does have someone helping with property management, but he does some of that too.

But that’s not what you want to hear about. The situation is that he can’t seem to last. I mean, when we get together sexually, he cums almost immediately, rolls over, then wants to go to sleep. Oh, he realizes I still want an orgasm, so he’ll finger me, or lick me until I cum, but it’s not like real sex. I mean, yes, we fuck, but it’s over in a heartbeat and it’s just, well, terrible, to tell you the truth.

Lance showed me one of his saws once, a saber-saw. It goes in and out real fast. I had to laugh, because it totally reminds me of his idea of intercourse.

My idea, what I used to have with Gary, is a super comfy feeling. You girls, those who aren’t virgins, I mean, you know. You like being held close and fulfilled. You like your cunt filled with a loving warm cock, and have it stay that way for a while. It’s like cinnamon rolls in the toaster oven. They’re in there, heating up, and you know eating them is going to be so nice when they’re ready. But it takes a while, right?

Despite the whole sexual problem, I married Lance. I mean, he’s such a sweet guy, who could resist? He’s good on the eyes too, at just over 6 feet tall, with curly hair and a trimmed beard to match.

Our one-year anniversary was coming up, and sweet Lance asked me what I wanted. I told him.

You’ve gotta understand: I’m bold. I ask for what I want. I say what I think. And I believe, I hope, people respect me for that. So I told him I wanted to spend our anniversary evening with him finally learning how to properly fuck me. Furthermore, I told him, there may be a surprise in the evening, but he’d just have to trust me.

He said he was happy to comply. I should point out that his one good sexual kink is that he loves the idea of unconventional relationship activities. It’s always just been a fantasy, but more than once he’s talked about ‘accidental’ sexual situations, three-ways, and bisexuality, so I knew my crazy plan wouldn’t be terrible for him. It might even be a great delight.

The morning of our anniversary, we exchanged small gifts, plus he brought flowers, something he does quite often. My stomach was all flutters for the rest of the day as we went off to work. Him, to visit some tenants and replace a water heater. Me, to my job as a speech therapist. I love that work. To see a child master proper speaking habits is a real joy.

Oops, I’m getting off track again.

Evening came. Lance and I ate a nice dinner. Right on time, at 7pm, the doorbell rang, and as expected Gary was standing there at the door.

Lance was like, “What’s he doing here?”

He had met Gary, and rather liked the guy, but one could tell there was a bit of competitiveness or some sort of spikey energy between them. At least from Lance. I don’t think Gary was at all feeling anything negative toward Lance.

“You’ll see,” was all I could manage to say.

I had been planning this evening for weeks, but I didn’t have it fully orchestrated. Gary was aware of the plan. Lance was not.

I got them into a game of strip blackjack. It took some doing to get Lance involved, but a sideways glance from me and a whispered reminder that he said he’d do whatever I wanted was all it took.

I’m sure by the second or third hand when we were all missing the odd shoe and a sock or two, Lance must have had a general idea. I have to say what a good sport he was to play along, and not balk or complain in any way. But, Lance is like that. He’s always happy to make me happy.

Unfortunately, the game didn’t turn out very even. The guys were losing more clothing than I was. Gary was down to his underwear, and lost the next hand. He pulled off his jockeys to reveal an already erect penis.

I looked over at Lance and saw something I wasn’t quite expecting. It was a look of something like terror mixed with huge disappointment. What was he thinking? I have no idea, but I’m guessing it was something like, “This might be the end of my relationship. She’s going to rejoin Gary.”

It was time for me to explain. Abandoning the game and shucking off the rest of my clothing right in front of my husband and former lover, which by the way, is not easy to do when you have body dysmorphia like I do, I started talking.

Yes, body dysmorphia. Everyone tells me I’m pretty good to look at, but I’m pretty sure my legs are too long, my neck is too skinny, and my boobs hang down. I really like the look of those women who have pronounced tits, but not so big that they flop against their lower chest like mine do.

What I quickly and inexpertly explained to Lance is that Gary and I were going to show him how to fuck properly. Then we’d coach him in doing it. I blurted it out with not a little trepidation. The fact was, I was shaking. Shivering as if it was cold in the room when actually it was rather warm, and I was trying hard to keep my voice from shaking.

Now, how was Lance going to react? It takes a lot to get him angry, but might this do it? Might he storm out of the room, and hate me forever?

I didn’t have long to wait. Lance sat there looking dumbfounded for a moment, but then brightened into a big smile, and simply said, “Really!”

How cool is that? He was on-board with it!

We retired to our bedroom, and pretty soon, Gary and I were rolling all over the bed, kissing and hugging, while Lance just sat in a chair idly watching. I couldn’t help noticing that Lance’s thing was rock hard sticking up out of his lap. He started idly touching the tip of his cock, when Gary kindly said, “No, Lance, wait. We don’t want you cumming too soon.”

Lance let go of his cock right away.

The foreplay was coming to a close and it was about time for Gary to put it in me. Lance interrupted, asking whether he was going to put on a condom. I explained it wouldn’t be necessary, since I had only been with two guys ever in my life, and both of those guys were virgins when we met. You see, Gary was young when I met him and hadn’t been with any women. Lance was too busy building his mini-empire to date anyone. So there was no chance of passing any STDs. Furthermore, it was the safest time of the month for me.

We decided to do it doggie style so Lance could get the best view. I was on all fours on the bed while Gary stuck it in from behind. I should define ‘stuck.’ I mean to say he put it in very slowly and gently. Now, his penis is a bit smaller than Lance’s, but somehow, it’s more fulfilling. Maybe because that’s because it has always been so long-lasting and secure in me.

We fucked quite a while, and finally the time came when I was breathing hard, and kind of having involuntary muscle reactions, and felt that super amazing lower body feeling. I’m sure Gary could read the details of my impending orgasm, so he stepped it up a bit, now pushing so hard in and out of me that I was in danger of having my arms collapse dropping me face-first on the bed. I held out, screaming in orgasm, as Gary grunted, and finished his business at just the right time.

I looked at Lance to see how he was taking it. He was all smiles, and his cock was as erect as I had ever seen it.

Gary was the first to speak. “I have been instructed,” he proclaimed, glancing at me, “to help you overcome premature ejaculation. I think I’ve got some ideas. Lay down, face up, here on the bed.”

Lance did as he was told, still smiling big, with his penis idly waving in the air as he took the position.

“Now, your wife is going to hold and stroke your penis. You are not to cum. If you feel you are getting close, say something. Say ‘Wait,’ and she’ll back off for a little while, then build you up again.”

I sat cross-legged on the bed and started working Lance’s cock. It was quickly obvious he wouldn’t be able to hold out. He was on the verge of orgasming the moment I touched it. I spent more time not touching at all than anyone wanted. It was becoming like a meditation session or something.

Gary interrupted. “I see that you are still too excited. What would happen if I take over for your wife?”

Before Lance could object, Gary was cupping his balls in one hand, and just holding his penis in the other. Whereas Gary identifies as bisexual, Lance doesn’t at all. As you might expect, Lance started losing his erection. It only lasted for a couple of minutes. As Gary did any little thing, like let go of Lance’s balls, or change his grip on his penis, Lance started hardening up agin. Pretty soon, he was hard all the way, and it was becoming obvious he wouldn’t last long before blowing cum.

“I’ve got another idea,” Gary piped up. “Butt-fuck me.”

“What?” Lance practically screamed.

“I want you to butt-fuck me. It should work that if I’m not attractive to you, being a guy and all, you can stick that thing of yours in me, and you might just last a while.”

I can’t tell you how excited and horny I was at that moment. To see what I was pretty sure I was about to see was a dream come true that I didn’t even know I had.

“No,” was Lance’s response.

Acting disappointed, Lance asked, “Why?”

“Because it’s gay.”

“So what? I mean, what’s wrong with that? And is it guy if you’re married, and you’re doing it right here in front of your wife, and you’re doing it strictly as an exercise to make things better with your wife?”

There was a long silence.

Finally, softly, Lance said, “OK.”

His penis was totally small and soft.

Gary started gently massaging Lance’s balls, which I thought was a bit weird, but it did the trick. Lance was rock-hard within a minute.

Gary got on the bed in the same position I had been in, on all fours. Lance, seemingly reluctantly, got behind him, and started pushing the tip of his penis against Gary’s asshole.

My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I was riveted. I was in love with both of these guys for giving me such a show!

He pushed, and Gary grunted. It wasn’t working.

“We need lube,” Gary told me.

I went into the kitchen and came back with some coconut butter. Lance grabbed it, stuck his finger is, rubbed it around, then casually applied it to Gary’s whole anal region as casually as if he were lubricating a bicycle chain. Then he pressed a finger slowly but directly into Gary’s ass. I was surprised that he wasn’t bulking or carrying on. Could it be Lance was enjoying this new experience?

A moment later found him trying again. Gary grunted a couple of times, and the next thing you know, Lance was all the way in. He started going in and out. Fast. Like the fucking saber-saw.

“Woah, Big Boy,” Gary quickly said.

But it was too late. Lance had orgasmed. So had I, just from watching. Well, I guess I hadn’t noticed, but I had been rubbing my clit while watching those two guys.

Whenever Lance and I had sex, such as it was, he was done as soon as he ejaculated. I was expecting nothing different this time. But I was so wrong! Shortly after pulling out of Gary, Lance came over to me, and wordlessly, he hugged pressed me down onto the bed, hugged me, and pressed his still-hard penis into me.

And again with the high-speed saber-saw. I asked him to slow down, which he did. Lo and behold, he went a whole five minutes before cumming in me. This was a new world record.

The evening was a spectacular success. In summary, Gary and Lance had experienced gay anal intercourse for the first time. It was the first time Lance had ever cum twice in a single session, and we figured out the magic: Lance needs to cum twice.

In the months that followed, that became our routine which we loved very much. Lance and I would do some kissing and some foreplay. I still couldn’t blow him unless we were OK with him cumming right away in my mouth. But I could massage his balls, run my fingers over his whole ass, maybe even stick a finger in his ass, and stroke his penis. At least a little bit. I still had to pay attention so he wouldn’t ejaculate too soon. Still, he always did cum too soon anyway. But that’s when the good part started. Right away, before going soft, he’d stick it in me, and we’d fuck like an ordinary couple until we orgasmed. Yes, I said ‘we.’ We didn’t always simultaneously orgasm, and sometimes he was just too spent after cumming once, and sometimes he’d squirt again all too soon, and sometimes I came too soon or too late, but we did have our occasional simultaneous orgasms.

I did some reading and found out some things. My early experience with Lance was more typical than my time with Gary. It seems that with literally the majority of couples, the man orgasms before the women. I also found out that a great many women can’t orgasm from ordinary intercourse. They need finger or tongue stimulation. How weird is that? Or, I guess that’s normal, and I’m weird.

We had no repeat sessions with the three of us, and of course I stayed faithful to Lance. Lance did calm down around Gary and the two of them even went on a two-day camping trip once. I wanted so much to know whether they did anything, but they weren’t volunteering, and I was too polite to ask.

Finally, about a month later, Lance sheepishly told me that Gary had butt-fucked him, and he enjoyed it.

I was so surprised, and shocked, and suddenly horny, that I had to be Lance-fucked right away. In fact, that very evening, I got myself butt-fucked for the first time in my life. Even though Lance was slow and careful, it hurt a bit at first. Soon it turned around, the pain was gone and I wanted all the length and girth than his slightly above-average dick had to offer. Now I know why the gay guys enjoy it so much!