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Old People on the Beach

Old People, Nude on the Beach

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

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

“Do you see any tourists here?”

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

“I’ll just cover up with this towel.”

“Um, OK by me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s not, dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yes.”

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

Nude Beach Correspondence

Nude beach correspondence

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

Hi [Not disclosed],

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

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

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

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

I completely understand that!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The earlier email:

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

Subject: Re: Nude beach

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

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

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Yet earlier email:

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

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

Cheers, – [not disclosed]

—–Original Message—–

Subject: Nude beach

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

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

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

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Swinger Memoir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s it for now.

Not Sure

My girlfriend says she’s not ‘ready.’ She won’t even masturbate with me or even show me her whole self naked.

On the other hand, my buddy and I have jerked each other off a few times. I’m starting to figure out that it’s natural and nice. One doesn’t have to be ‘gay’ to have a good time with a friend. Of course, if one is gay, that’s fine too, right?

So the day before yesterday, he proposed something new. He heard about ‘tantric masturbation’ and explained it to me. We decided to give it a try. Since the other day, I’ve read up on tantric stuff. I’m not sure that’s what we did, but it was fun in any case.

First, I started on him. The idea is I’d bring him close to cumming, but not let him go over the edge. I was basically sitting next to him while he was laying on his bed, and holding his balls gently with one hand, and jerking him with the other. Every time he got close, he let me know, and I stopped for a minute.

His cock became as hard as I’ve ever seen it. He was squirming, and laughing, but I could tell he was so close to cumming several times that he was like in another world.

After a while, I let go of his balls, pushed his legs farther apart, and placed my finger against his anus. I didn’t even push it in. He yelled “WAIT!” again, but it was too late, he came right away, spurting out buckets. I swear, his sperm went a foot in the air.

Then it was my turn. He wanked me and wanked me. Every time I got close, I let him know, and he stopped. This went on quite a while. I almost came like five times.

Before I knew it, and before I wanted it, it was over. He stopped. He told me it was better this way – that I should be satisfied without ever having ejaculated.

I wasn’t so sure. I’m still not so sure. I went home all sexually charged up. Contrary to what every bone in my body wanted, I didn’t jerk off when I got home. It would have been difficult anyway, with my sister home and all.

Now I swear there was a benefit. It just seemed to me that for the rest of the day, colors were a bit brighter, sounds were a bit crisper, my thinking might have been one notch clearer. Yup, I stayed horny, but it seems like it was in a good way.

After dinner, homework and some TV with the family, you can bet I jerked off. But taking what my friend said a step further, I kept doing that tantric thing, which I believe is also called edging. But, here’s the thing: I didn’t ejaculate. I haven’t even now, and it’s been two days. I did masturbate, I just didn’t let myself cum. I’m still seeing, hearing and thinking more clearly. Maybe even smelling and tasting with more clarity. Is that possible, or am I just imagining it? I don’t know. What are your thoughts about that?

My Sister and Her Friends Had a Most Incredible Request

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How Many People Are…

The world population has just recently surpassed 8 billion. My sister and I figure the average couple have sex once per week. The number of married people in America is 141 million, out of a total population of 329 million. If we can assume the same number for world population that’s 3.433 billion married people. So, they have sex once a week. According to sexologists, psychologists specializing in sex, ‘satisfactory’ intercourse lasts from 7 to 13 minutes, so we’ll go with 10 minutes as average. There are 168 hours in a week, so that’s 1,008 10-minute intervals. If you divide the world married population by 1,008, you get how many people, on average, are having sex right now. That’s 7,936,507 married people having sex right now.

What about unmarried people? We don’t know how to calculate that, but our guess is there is one unmarried couple for every four married couples having sex. So in reality, there are more than 10 million people having sex this very moment.

Masturbation is a different matter. People from a younger age masturbate. The number of people over the age of 14 in the world, which we believe is the average age that kids start to masturbate, is probably close to 6 billion. This is a bit hard to calculate exactly, because many people die young, skewing the statistics. We know the average lifespan worldwide is 72.6 years, so if the age of death was linear, that would make the number of ‘adults’ 6.45 billion.

So, around 6 billion people masturbate. According to sexologists, the average masturbation session lasts 33 minutes, including from the time that the genitals are exposed to when they are covered again. Rounding that down a little, we get 30 minutes per session. So, roughly 17.8 million people are masturbating right now.

We believe males masturbate slightly more frequently than females, and most males ejaculate at the end of most masturbatory sessions. So, that will be approximately 9 million ejaculations per half hour, or 432 million per day.

The average ejaculation lasts 6 seconds. Hmmm, let’s see, that means that at this very moment, 30,000 men are actually ejaculating.

The average ejaculation is 3.0 milliliters. In a minute 300,000 men have ejaculated. That’s 900 liters per minute, or 237 gallons of cum per minute. Per day, that’s 14,220 gallons per hour. So every hour, men ejaculate enough to fill an average house 3 feet or one meter deep. A month of cum would fill 15 Olympic-size swimming pools.

My Sister’s Friend’s Anus

My sister's friends' anus

I thought I knew a lot about most things, as 18-year-olds will do, but I didn’t have a full grasp on sex yet. I met one of my sister’s friends, and found her immensely attractive. She was slim and short, like 4’10,” with long black hair. Somehow, we struck up a conversation that turned into a mutual liking. Boldly, I suggested we go for a walk.

She asked where. I replied that there was an unmanaged park a couple blocks away. It was a place of cool, dark forested trails. Just the thing for a hot summer day. So, I drove her over there, and we started walking around.

There was no one in sight. I tried to steer the conversation to sexual matters, and she more-or-less went along with it. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she didn’t object. Just that little bit of touch excited me.

Thinking maybe I could get a little luckier, I moved my hand to her lower back. Very lower back. Still, no objection. Meanwhile, I brought the conversation around to masturbation. She admitted that she did it, but didn’t volunteer any specific information.

My fingers slipped under the waistband of her shorts and panties. Fortunately, they were elastic, so soon, my hand was on the round globe of the right side of her ass. She didn’t say whether she liked it or not, but I took it as affirmative, since she didn’t ask me to stop. I was super-excited to feel her pretty, small, smooth round ass in my hand.

Here’s where I got really crazy: I moved my hand over her ass crack, and as we continued walking, and I could feel the muscles of her butt working with each step, I slowly worked my forefinger between her ass cheeks. Still no objection.

I pressed my finger directly against her anus. Still no objection. Instead, she uttered, very quietly, “Hmmm, nice.”

It took a while because we had no lubrication, but I managed to work my finger gently into her asshole about an inch. Mind you, we were still walking. Weird, eh?

All this was because I was such a nerd at that age, that I didn’t know a more elegant way to do things.

I so wanted to stop, lay her down in the soft late summer leaves, and fuck her big-time, but didn’t know how to steer the conversation. If that wasn’t going to happen, at least maybe there was a way I could see and feel her vagina. Maybe I could show her my super-stiff penis, still trapped in my shorts, and she’d want to play with it. Some variation of this seemed inevitable.

We continued walking and conversing. I kept trying to bring the conversation back to sex, but it kept veering back to other, more general things. The walking and finger-in-the-ass thing was getting awkward, so I removed it, taking a moment surreptitiously to inspect and smell it. The finger seemed perfectly clean, but smelled out-of-this-world beautiful!

Our walk came to an end, and nothing more happened. We said our goodbyes. I was convinced this was the first girl I would fuck. I was sure she’d become my girlfriend. It never happened. I saw her a few times, but she was always with my sister. Somehow I was too shy to ask her on a date. Then my sister went back to college, and that was that. I never saw the lovely young girl again.

Too Shy to Meet Neighbor

Another story from a client:

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

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

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

[I asked him how he felt about it.]

Well, I kind of admire the guy.

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

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

Naked at the Creek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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