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Two Guys On The Nude Beach

By Spurtz

There is a nude beach an hour’s drive from where I live. The story is that a nudist group heavily lobbied the local government to declare it clothing optional. They were successful but in order to keep it legal, the nudist group was tasked with policing the beach to discourage lewd behavior. From what I’ve heard, they’ve done a pretty good job.

Although I was a bit disappointed to hear that things were kept pretty much above-board at the beach, I decided to give it a visit and check for myself.

The day that I arrived there was a decent amount of folks on hand even though it was a weekday. As typical at nude beaches, the crowd was mostly older with a few younger folks on hand and quite a few male couples, who I assume were gay. Plenty of nudity on display. Most people were stretched out on blankets. A few in the water, and the usual amount of strollers up and down the beach. Mostly single guys in their 40’s and 50’s.

I saw one guy who had made several passes by where I was laying. I noticed that his penis appeared to be sticking almost straight out rather than flopping down between his legs. Although not overly large, it appeared to be partially erect even though it actually was angling down a bit. But a fully flaccid cock does not stick out like that.

After I saw the guy heading my way for about his fourth lap up and down the beach, my curiosity got the best of me. I stood up walked towards the water to intercept him. When he got close to me I could see he had a flesh colored cock ring at the base of his dick.

I said hello to him and expressed my desire to ask him a question. He answered back and told me to ask away. I commented about how closely the beach was supposedly monitored for any kind of sexual activity and wondered how he got away with sporting a continual semi-hard cock. And had any of the beach monitors said anything to him?

He replied that he was a regular at the beach and personally knew all of the nudist club members. A couple of them had asked hm not to wear the cock ring and show off his semi-hard prick. He said he had just laughed it off and after that nobody seemed to really care very much. So he just kept doing it. He pointed out that if he had a full-on erection he could see where that would be a problem. Since his cock wasn’t that big, he really wasn’t putting on that much of a display.

The way we were standing and talking, the only other people on the beach could only see my back while I was actually shielding him from anybody’s view. I got bold and reached out and gripped his prick. This immediately caused some arousal with my own penis and my new friend proceeded to get a nice grip on my cock as well. We introduced ourselves as we both lightly stroked each other’s cocks. Fred suggested we go sit on my blanket where our two stiffening pricks would be less obvious. I agreed although I hated to let go of his hardening prick.

As we lay down on my blanket we were on our sides facing each other. I scooted forward a bit until the head of my cock touched against the head of Fred’s prick. Both of us were now fully erect. No other beach goers were that close to us but if anybody was looking, they probably wondered why we were so close together. Two six-inch cocks touching meant we were only about a foot apart.

We both moved around a bit so our two cock heads continued to caress each other. It felt amazing but I wanted more. I moved closer to Fred which allowed me grip both dicks in one hand. I slowly began to masturbate both cocks together. Fred saw a bottle of sun tan lotion lying on my blanket and picked it up. He drizzled some lotion on both our now raging erections as my hand continued to jack us both off.

Fred and I took turns doing the jacking. He warned me that he was somewhat of a premature ejaculator and if we kept this up he was probably going to cum. It was my turn doing the jacking and when he said that, I subconsciously sped up my pumping, not thinking he was really that close to cumming. But Fred was not kidding and I felt his whole body tense and start to jerk back and forth and then spurts of jism shot out of his dick and splashed all over my balls and my hand and arm. Some even hit me on the belly and thighs. I was literally covered in Fred’s semen. I had never had another guy cum on me with such force and volume and I found it a terrific turn-on even though it was a helluva mess.

I didn’t think I was even close to cumming but when Fred’s semen started to spurt, it triggered something in me and now I felt my own cock begin shooting streams of cum back onto Fred. I continued to stroke both cocks as long as any juice remained. Finally we both had nothing left to give and we both started laughing. Both our bodies were covered in semen and I suggested we take a quick dip in the ocean to wash it all off.

As we ran to the water, Fred laughed and said we were lucky none of the nudist club members saw what we did or we would be banned from the beach for life.


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A Rough Time with Carl

I have a friend in his early 40s who, like me, is married and enjoys getting together with men from time to time. He likes rough, experimental play, and so do I, although I can also enjoy ordinary, lighter stimulation and as to the rough stuff, I more enjoy giving than getting. Here’s what we did the other day:

Carl greeted me at the door, totally naked as usual. He noticed I had a grocery bag, and asked what I had brought with a twinkle in his eye. I showed him – it was just some things I had hastily picked up at Harbor Freight (a tool store). I know he likes rough activities, and he mentioned an interest in buying some sounds in our latest email. So, I brought:

A pack of shrink wrap tubing in various diameters. These were flexible, thin, plastic tubes about a foot long (30cm), and varying in diameter from about 3/16-inch to 1/2-inch (4mm to 13mm or so).

I brought a pack of sandpaper. Hoping that he still had the aquarium tubing we played with last time, and knowing the edges were too sharp, I was hoping we could smooth that tubing’s ends.

I found a spring-loaded gluing clamp. You can squeeze it open with one hand, then slowly release it on two fingertips. It has smooth ends, and squeezes your fingers just to the point of discomfort.

I also brought a real, heavy-duty C-clamp. This is a gadget with a screw-in pusher that could exude enough pressure to easily squish a man’s testicle if one wanted to.

We grabbed a mattress from one of his childen’s rooms who were out of town with his wife that day, and dragged it into the living room, in front of his big screen. He found some generic porn and started it playing.

I had him lay down first. I noticed that his crotch was more shaved than usual. Usually, he keeps the hair on his balls totally shaved, but the rest of that area just trimmed short. Today, it was totally removed, which I like. I started off with some very gentle tickling of his scrotum and frenulum area with the corner of a sheet of toilet paper. It took him a while to get hard, but I could tell he was very much enjoying it anyway.

After a while I let go of the toilet paper, and started fooling around with the toys. The first was the gluing clamp. Wrapping a washcloth over the tip of his penis to protect the skin from any sort of pinching, I slowly applied the clamp over the entire glans of his penis, Ever so slowly I loosened my grip until it was entirely clamped on his dick. He winced a bit, but took the full pressure, letting me know that he was totally enjoying the experience. After just letting the clamp hang there for a bit while I fondled his scrotum, I grabbed the clamp again, and shook it for a half-minute or so. He seemed to like that, but I could tell it wasn’t having any real effect.

Suddenly, I removed the clamp. He jumped. If you’ve never had the experience, being clamped is OK, but when it is removed, it is a momentary sharp pain. That can be a surprise, since you’d think removing it would simply relieve the sensation.

Then, I put the washcloth over one of his testicles, and slowly applied the clamp. I was able to let go of all the pressure, but I discovered the clamp had only grabbed his scrotum. The ball had scooted out of the way. So, I found a thin cord, and tied his balls so they were trapped in his scrotum. I tried applying the clamp with the washcloth again, but couldn’t see what I was doing, and again, the clamp missed the target.

With Carl’s permission, I tried again without the cloth. I was able to get his left testicle perfectly, and slowly, ever so slowly, released the clamp. He winced and bucked momentarily, but urged me to continue. Finally, the clamp was exuding it’s full potential on his left nut, which was squished down to about 1/2-inch (13mm) in thickness. Carl was in heaven, as he expressed to me, and as I could see by his now fully-erect penis.

We then took a look at the shrink wrap tubing, but both decided the edges were too sharp for sounding.

Instead, we worked on the aquarium tubing, and did manage to get one end smoother, but not as smooth as we’d like. The finest sandpaper was 120 grit. Carl found a leather belt, and we tried burnishing the end of the tubing, and that seemed to make it smoother. The other end of the tube, about 8 or 10 feet (3m) long, was cut at a bit of a diagonal, and we sanded it only momentarily.

We treated the tubing, my hands and Carl’s dick with alcohol, then let it dry. Using a liberal amount of lube, I tried to introduce the tubing into his penis. Just like last time, it was hard to start, because his peehole is particularly small. Finally, it popped through the opening. He jumped a bit. I started working the tubing down in, but he was sensitive, or more specifically, aquarium tubing isn’t really the best thing to introduce into a man’s urethra, and so it was slow going. I pulled it out to check progress, and it had gone in only about 4 inches (10cm). I lubed it again, and started introducing it back in again. Again, it took a bit to get it to pop into the opening. Once that was done, I put my mouth on the far end and applied some air pressure. My thought was that the pressure would precede the end of the tubing, kind of pressing the urethra open to ease passage. At one point, I blew a bit too hard apparently, because we could hear the air kind of fart out of his peehole, and he jumped. I asked if it hurt. He said ‘not really,’ it was just a surprise sensation.

Using the air pressure it did start going in better, and pretty soon, he said he could feel it pressing against his first sphincter. But at that point, I couldn’t press more. There was too much resistance in my opinion, and I didn’t want to cause injury. Trying more air pressure, I felt some vibration as the air pressed past his inner sphincter and into his bladder. He really liked that, but we were both concerned that it might not be a good idea to put too much air in his bladder. Besides, the air coming from my mouth might contain bacteria, and an operation of this sort should always be quite sterile. (In other words, don’t try this at home unless you are as crazy as Carl.) One can get a roaring infection from this sort of play, one that’s difficult to clear up, even potentially fatal.

Anyway, we figured we were done with the tubing. Now, it was my turn. I laid on the mattress, and he started doing similar things with me, starting with the super-light tickling with the corner of toilet paper. I got hard fairly quickly, which was nice, because of two things: 1) I often don’t get hard as soon as I’d like when playing with other men and 2) I had not been in all that horny of a mood when I arrived. I would have been content just to play with Carl the whole time, or so I thought when the evening started.

Carl then grabbed the gluing clamp, and placed it directly on my frenulum, grabbing all the skin on the underside of my dick just below the head. First, he pulled gently, lifting my dick up by the trapped skin. Then he started shaking the clamp, and the penis it was holding. Just shaking back and forth an inch, for quite a long time. It was great! I could have had an orgasm just from that if he had kept it up.

But he didn’t. After a couple of minutes, he abruptly removed the clamp. Remember what I was saying about clamp removal? That hurt! Oh, only for a minute, and not that bad. In fact, I believe it enhanced the experience.

At my request, he gave me a firm ball massage. I like it to hurt just a bit, and he has become an artist at it. He knows just exactly how much to squeeze.

Next he put on some oil (it had all been dry until now), and started in on some glans rubbing. I love this, even though it is almost impossible to take. It makes me jitter, squirm, and want to get away, yet on the other hand it is absolutely delightful. After a while it transmutes into a calmer, very enjoyable feeling. Kind of a cross between ‘gotta pee’ and ‘gonna cum,’ mixed in with an ongoing deep tickling sensation. One guy I did this to actually did start peeing, involuntarily, from the sensation. Even though the ‘gonna cum’ feeling is there, most don’t actually ejaculate. The sensation is so intense that it kind of shuts down the possibility of ejaculation. If one can stand it, it is most delightful.

Carl didn’t let me calm down. As soon as he saw me settling in, he’d change his grip a bit, vary the pressure, or use some stroking of the sides of my glans to keep up the intensity of the sensation. To my great satisfaction, he kept it up for perhaps ten whole minutes. (Or, in metric: 10 minutes.)

At this point, I had to pee, and we were excited to try our experiment again. We took the tubing and went into his bathtub. He put the smooth end of the tube a good 6 inches (15cm) into his dick, and I tried to put the sharper end into mine. It kind of stung at one inch (2.5cm) in, but I kept trying, and finally got it in about 4 inches (10cm). I let out some pee, but it didn’t go in the tube for some reason, but rather squirted out around it, spraying on Carl’s belly and on the shower wall. I gripped the end of my dick better, and tried again. This time, I could feel, and we could see the urine shooting down the tubing. But it kind of hurt, and oddly, the urine was flowing in flutters. I guess the diagonal end of the tubing was being alternately opened and closed as my urethra was pressed against it by the pee pressure. I pulled the tube out just a few millimeters, and that seemed to solve the problem. The pee pressure was still a bit painful on the inside of my dick, but it was flowing. The tube filled fully, and we could see the pee going into Carl’s bladder. He said that at first he felt kind of an internal farting sensation as the air from the tubing flowed in.

We were able to only get a couple of ounces in because the tubing was hurting my dick to the point where I thought it might be injurious, so I quit. We removed the tubing, and I finished my urination by peeing into the bathtub. We cleaned up our urine soaked feet in the tub, and dried off. Carl stepped up to the toilet, and had a long, high-pressure pee. I had been wondering what it would be like when he peed with his small diameter peehole, and was surprised to see a wide, robust stream. We finished cleaning up and returned to the mattress in the living room. So, as to the urine transfer experiment, we’ll have to work on our engineering, and perfect it another time. We certainly enjoyed the experience, however.

We got him back on the mattress, and I performed a number of operations including testicle massage, frenulum pulling and glans rubbing, all of which he enjoyed. But he wasn’t fully hard. I knew what he wanted, and was happy to provide: I slowly worked my fist into his butt until I was fully in, while simultaneously stroking his penis. Soon he came with a nice, strong orgasm. I had been wanting to notice whether I could feel his orgasmic contractions with my hand fully in his rectum, but no, I could not feel the contractions there. I was surprised. I did, however, feel strong contractions with my other hand which was holding his dick.

After he came, I left my hand in his anus and continued stroking his penis, but slowly and very gently, watching his face for a reaction. It was intense, and he was able to take it, to enjoy it, for about two minutes, until it was just too much. I slowly removed my hand and we cleaned up again.

I asked him whether he was ‘too done’ because as you may know, after a man ejaculates, sometimes the mood changes. But no, he really wanted to see me cum. Well, I was only too happy to comply!

And now, it was time for the main thing I had requested. The last time we played, he tried pushing the tip of his little finger into my penis. It had hurt, but felt amazingly nice at the same time. This time, I wanted him to go beyond what he had done last time. His finger only went part way to the first knuckle last time. I was hoping to get past the first knuckle. He applied alcohol, let it dry, then oil, and started in. I was hoping he might get his finger in past that first joint, and I’d cum while his finger was in there. Blocked cum always intrigues me. Years ago, I thought it was impossible or at least dangerous, but no, it’s OK.

So, he pressed and he twisted, and although it felt stingy at times, it was great. My penis was hard as a rock, which made his job easier. But as hard as he and I tried, the finger would not go all the way in. We took our time, and a couple of times, I had to have him stop momentarily, so i wouldn’t ejaculate. I had him continue each time after only two or three seconds. The best way to do edging is to get very close, but let off only for a very short time before continuing, so the orgasmic feeling remains. With practice, one can be in continuous orgasm for minutes at a time. Oh, it wasn’t that way this night. It was more stop and go, but I was certainly enjoying having my peehole fucked by his finger.

Suddenly, it was too much, and I started cumming! It was a remarkably intense orgasm, and I was bucking up and down so much that I accidentally pulled my penis off his finger tip, and came all over my stomach. He tried to keep stroking me, but only after a minute or so, it was too much, and I asked him to stop. Next time, I’m going to try to last longer after cumming.

It was a great evening, even though we never used the C-clamp. We talked about a couple of things as I put on my clothes, said our goodbyes, and I headed home. We’ll do it again soon, and I’ll keep you posted.

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A Rough and Wild Get-Together

This is another story from a client. Whereas I do enjoy a good, firm ball massage from time to time, I don’t get anywhere nearly as rough as some guys do…

So I went back to his house after a month and we had another session. I indicated he should lay on the single-wide mattress he had put on the floor and covered with a rubber mat and some sheets. I told him what I was going to do, and he was all for it.

The plan was to block his ejaculation. I have heard that with some guys, if you block the ejaculation, the orgasm lasts and lasts. I tried it with my friend once before, but there was too much oil on my hand at the time, and when he came, my hand slipped, and his sperm shot into the air.

This time, I intended to make sure I squeezed the tip of his dick closed good and tight. But first, some rubbing and some edging – oh, and some good ball squeezing as well. He loves all that. Sometimes I worry about hurting him, but he doesn’t seem to care about himself so much, so I just watch his face for indications of real pain, and when I see that, I back off, even if he seems to want more.

I worked on him for 20 minutes, the first ten of which, he stayed soft. BTW, he is about 34 years old, built like an athlete, which he is, fairly well tanned, with short brown hair. He shaves his crotch area, as do I. His dick is just bit under average size when soft, but normal size when hard. He has an adhesion on one side, which fascinates me. I’m guessing when he was circumcised, the skin on the side healed against the edge of the glans, and so it is grown or stuck there. It doesn’t affect him in the slightest.

Then we switched places. He played with me, and I was hard right away. I was planning to tell him I didn’t want to be particularly rough, but hadn’t said anything yet. He started by pinching my frenulum, [the bit of loose skin on the underside of the penis that runs about an inch from just under the head], and lifted my dick up by it. Boy, did that feel nice!

I’ll bet if someone just held my frenulum like that for a while, I could have an orgasm. Then he lightly tickled my dick and my scrotem, and that, too, felt great.

Next, he grabbed some oil and after working it into my genitals, he started in on glans rubbing. There’s no way to do that light. Or, I should say, if done light, but right, it makes one jump and squirm just as much as when done hard. And, the oil makes it more intense, not less, as you’d think the friction of the dry skin would be more severe. The oil is probably necessary to avoid chaffing, however.

So, he had me wiggling and squirming. And jerking. Maybe this is why people use the term ‘jerking off.’ Already, this was more intense than I had hoped for, but I didn’t stop him. It turns out I was really, really enjoying this. In time, his rubbing made me feel a bit like I would cum, and also like I had to pee, all at the same time. I was still squirming all over the place, but did not attempt to have him stop, or try to get away, because there was a certain pride that I was willing to ‘take it.’ Plus, it really did feel good, if even quite intense.

Before the feeling might have subsided, he changed tactic. He started gently squeezing my balls. But then, after a minute, he was squeezing harder and harder. I hadn’t wanted that, but now I craved more and more. It wasn’t really hurting, and made my prick even harder, if you can imagine that. Perhaps part of the hardness was because he was ignoring my penis entirely as he worked my balls.

While he was doing that, we had a bit of a conversation about ball squeezing. I had read somewhere on the Internet about a guy who had his wife squeeze his balls hard and hold them that way for a while. She squeezed and squeezed, and then let go. She, and then he, felt his balls, and they had become softer and smaller. Flabbier. Evidently, one can squeeze the blood or fluid out. It probably flows back out through the veins, back into the general circulatory system. I’m assuming it flows back in after a while when the balls are no longer compressed. Much like fisting, where a person’s asshole will stay stretched out for a few minutes afterward.

So of course, he and I agreed that he had to squeeze and hold my balls harder and longer. He held one ball in each hand, squished between thumb and first two fingers. Oh, it did hurt a bit, but in a most delicious way. Finally, I had had enough and so he stopped squeezing. He immediately palpated my balls and reported that he felt they were smaller and softer. I then felt them, and I think they were too. But it was a bit hard to tell.

Next time, we’ll probably do it harder and longer and see what happens.

After a minute, so far as I can tell, they returned to normal. They felt great. A sort of feeling where I could notice them, notice their weight. Not a bad feeling at all. Not pain or anything like that. More just of a pleasant awareness of them. We switched positions again, and I worked him hard. I gave him some ball squeezing also. I squeezed harder and harder, until he started flinching pretty good. I’m guessing he could have taken more, but I was concerned to squeeze harder. He didn’t complain when I stopped.

He got some good, severe glans rubbing, which he loved. He seemed to like it when I jerked him up and down in the conventional manner with one hand while reaching under his balls and pressing in against the bottom middle of his dick near his asshole with the index finger or first two fingers of the other hand. He seemed to especially like that.

We went through a couple episodes of ‘Wait, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,’ in which I’d stop stimulation for a minute, then continue.

I have been astonished at how small his peehole is, but since he expressed interest in urethral stretching, I grabbed some alcohol, put it on the tip of his dick and on my hands and fingers, then waited for it to dry. Then I put a bit of oil on the end of my right little finger and tarted pressing it against his peehole. To my amazement, I was able to eventually push and twist it in several millimeters. I could feel that peehole slowly widen and start to accommodate my finger. He was loving it. I pressed harder and harder. A couple of times, my first knuckle lost its strength and suddenly collapsed. If you don’t know what I mean, try pressing your little finger hard against a tabletop. You’ll find it is difficult to keep it straight and stiff. When this happened, he jumped. Evidently it hurt quite a bit. After the third time, I gave up.

While we were doing that, I mentioned that my little finger would be a good way to block his urethra while cumming. The problem was it wasn’t going in far enough to have done the job. No doubt he and I will work on that urethral stretching business more another time.

Then it was my turn again. He did the usual things to me, but then switched to the alcohol and little finger thing for me. My peehole is larger. Average size, I’d say, and he was able to get his little finger in to, but not past the first knuckle. Yes, it did hurt a bit, but deliciously. After a while, it was becoming too much, so I had him pull out.

I swore I wasn’t to do rough stuff this evening, but I was having a blast, and very glad I let him get rougher and rougher.

Now it was his turn again. I repeated many of the things I had done earlier. I added in a few minutes of prostate massage. As is his way, I did it rough, pressing upward fairly hard, while stroking his cock firmly up and down. I stopped after a bit, cleaned my hand, and then held the skin along his shaft down good and hard, which stretched it tight and made his glans quite shiny. This seemed to bring him close to orgasm, so I kept it up, keeping an eye out for when he might cum.

Remember, I was planning to squeeze his peehole shut to see if he would have an extra-long orgasm. But he didn’t cum with the holding the skin tight exercise, so I went back to ball squeezing, some scrotum pulling, which he liked, and general but rough stroking. And I kept it up for a very long time. Finally, he announced he had gone past a prime, and figured he probably wasn’t going to cum at all.

He offered to change places with me. Because he knew I’d do whatever he wanted, even if it took hours, he let me know he was entirely satisfied.

With me on the mattress again, he squeezed my balls again a bit, did more glans rubbing, and then started stroking me in earnest. As we had previously arranged, when I started to cum, he let go entirely. This is called a ‘ruined orgasm.’ The idea is that while I’m ejaculating, there is no touching at all, even though my body craves being ‘finished off’ in a big way.

The orgasm when ruined can be stronger or less strong than average. Factors are involved. My particular orgasm that evening was on the lighter side. But the magic is that after a ruined orgasm, one can sometimes stay hard, and shortly thereafter have another orgasm with or without another ejaculation. Experts can have several ejaculations with some dry orgasms mixed in.

I’m no expert, but this evening, after my ejaculation, I was able to keep going. I stayed entirely hard, and he resumed his rubbing. In about three minutes, I came again. It feels like not much jizz came out, but it was a super-strong orgasm.

Then, I was done. He tried to keep stroking me, but it was too much, and I had to ask him to stop.

So that was our evening.

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Trapped Cum Play

I met Shonna at a bowling alley. We got to talking among the noise of all the people and the crashing pins. She was about my age and quite good-looking, although I try not to notice such things.

Since my last girlfriend moved to Chicago, I’ve decided I don’t need a relationship just now. Too complicated.

But this woman, well, the conversation flowed nicely. It became personal. Too personal to be discussing among all those people, so we took it out into the parking lot. It was just a bit too chilly, so we jumped in her car. Weird and kind of forward, I know, but it was cold outside.

She started asking me about my masturbation habits. The funny thing is, I’d normally be way to shy, but at this point in the conversation, it was kind of OK. She told me she gets off several times a day. She said she likes it kind of rough. I admitted I like it kind rough at times also. She admitted to having bisexual fantasies. So did I.

One thing led to another and we ended going to her apartment. When she opened the door she yelled, “James, I brought you a surprise!”

My heart leapt into my throat. Who was James? Maybe her dog or something? No, a guy came bounding down the stairs. He wasn’t bad looking. Tall and thin – and naked! And, erect!

I’m not an idiot. I realized I had been set up. Perhaps I should have been angry, or maybe afraid. I mean these were total strangers to me. But, no, I felt everything was going to be alright. More than alright. I frankly wouldn’t mind a nice threesome.

It wasn’t long until Shonna and I were as naked as James and all three of us were hugging together on their big bed. My god she was a good-looking chick!

Shonna stopped rolling around and hugging for a monent, explaining to James that I admitted liking rough sex also. He smiled in delight and asked whether I trust him. Could he do anything to me as long as it wasn’t super-painful or harmful? Just the fact that he asked somewhat assured me that these folks would be OK. Still, the whole situation was as scary as it was erotic.

While Shonna watched and kind of lightly touched herself, James had me lay on my back and then started in on me with nice gentle testicle massage. That’s something that’s not been done to me very often. In fact, I don’t think anyone ever specifically massaged my balls. I was really liking it. I had already been erect for a few minutes, but now, I felt my cock straining at it’s absolute full length. He slowly massaged harder and harder, with one ball between the thumb and first fingers of each of his hands. He was rolling my compressed balls slightly back and forth. It was starting to hurt, but I was loving it. I was loving it so much I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling. I was about to tell him to stop, but he seems to have sensed my situation and quit on his own.

This is where it gets crazy. He explained the plan, and although it scared me so much my body was shaking a little bit, I was very excited to give it a try.

He brought out a little tube of Krazy glue. I was like, “No, that’s insane. What if I can’t get the glue off?”

Shonna explained that with a bit of coconut oil, the glue releases it’s grip. She said she has had her inner labia glued together, and they played with James having his scrotum glued in various ways. They always were able to get the glue off.

So, I let James put a little glue on my peehole, and within seconds my urethra was glued shut. He then added a second then a third layer of glue. Meanwhile, having him put the glue on my dick, and holding it this way and that as he inspected his work was feeling just wonderful. If nothing more had happened that day, I would have been happy.

But more did happen! Once the glue was all set James announced, “I want to watch as you fuck Shonna.” I was happily shocked. I knew this gluing was leading up to something, but I didn’t realize. I mean, I just felt super-lucky. I had figured maybe James or maybe Shonna give me a handjob or something leading up to me nearly ejaculating again, they’d remove the glue, then, I don’t know, maybe oral sex or something.

Instead, this is what happened. Shonna got on hands and knees presenting her pussy to me. Kneeling behind her, I also had a great view of her anus. I just love female anuses. Male too, truth be told. She then invited me to put my penis in her very wet pussy. It slipped right in. I swear I stroked back and forth in her no more than six times before I orgasmed. I was scared to death about the cum being blocked, and at the same time, as sexually exhilirated as I had ever been. The ejaculation started. It was unlike any of my life. I felt the trapped cum being compressed within my cock. That seems to have not only caused the ejaculatory contractions to be stronger, but they just kept coming. I believe they lasted twice as long as usual.

Meanwhile, Shonna had been rubbing her clit with one hand, and as my penis was still erect in her, and as the contractions were finally subsiding, she started having contractions of her own as she orgasmed. This felt a little different than usual intercourse. I could really feel her contractions. I thought it was because maybe she was orgasming harder than most women, but it was more likely because I still had cum compressed within my urethra.

I stayed hard all the way through her orgasm and for a couple of minutes afterward. She just stayed in position, and so did I. As my penis started finally wilting, Her vagina ejected me. My erection didn’t go entirely down. I think that’s due to the cum keeping my urethra expanded.

Oddly, my cock started to itch. The itch became quite noticeable. James told me that’s because the cum is a bit alkiline, while piss is acedic. The urethra isn’t used to cum being held inside and reacts slightly. In any case, I wanted that glue off – right now!

But it was not to be. Shonna wanted to play with my penis first. She pressed her fingers off and on against my urethra. I could feel the cum squishing back and forth within. Then, more forcibly, she started squeezing my penis from head to where it connects with my body, forcing the cum down, back into me. She continued pressing downward, through my ballsack, then just ahead of my anus. I felt the cum kind of going blurb, blurb, as it was forced through my sphincters and into my bladder.

James came to the rescue with his coconut oil, and sure enough the glue let go, as a little remaining cum spurted out of my peehole.

Shortly afterward I had to pee. Both of them followed me into the bathroom to watch. Normally, it’s difficult for me to pee in front of an audience, but by now I really had to go, so it was fairly easy to pee into their sink. Toward the end of the flow, I felt a kind of chunk, chunk feeling as globs of cum flowed out with the last of my urine. The two of them were delighted to see that.

As you can imagine Shonna, James and I have become the best of friends, and we have done several three-way rough and crazy sex experiments since then.

Note: We don’t know whether this may be harmful in some way. Perhaps a person could have an allergic reaction to the glue, or maybe it’s carcinogenic. Maybe one could be glued so tightly that it won’t release, or maybe one could injure their urethra with trapped cum. So recreating this experiment is not recommended. Better to enjoy this account, then devise your own harmless ways to have orgasmic delight.

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AAA Battery

I found that although tight, I can insert a triple A battery entirely into my urethra. It has to be sterilized with alcohol, and well-lubed. I find there is a restriction about 1 centimeter beyond the peehole, but with patience, I stretched it, and pushed past that. I felt the tightness of the battery sliding in. There was a minor stinging sensation, but very slight.

Using my fingertip, I finally pushed the battery all the way into my urethra until it entirely disappeared from sight. It felt great. I walked around with the battery in my erection for a few minutes. I could feel the extra weight. I did keep checking that the battery wasn’t sliding further down into my cock. I think it’s unlikely it would get past my sphincters, but still, it was a concern.

Finally, I jacked off with the battery still in and it delightfully blocked my cum.

After I settled down, I pushed on the bottom of my battery, through the underside of my cock. It took a moment but then the battery reaappeared, followed by the remains of my cumshot. For the next day, peeing stung a little bit.

I’m going have to do this again someday soon, maybe with two batteries next time.

For those who are interested in this sort of thing, you might enjoy Personal Experiences with Sounding

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Like Einstein

Like Einstein, masturbation technique

This isn’t a report from a client. This was me. It’s a quick memoir and a sort of how-to guide about having extra-long periods of ejaculatory spasming or what I call ‘contracting.’

Einstein had a theory that wasn’t proven by scientific observation until 19 years later.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait that long.

About two years ago, I was playing around with a friend. He wanted me to pinch the tip of his penis closed just as he was ejaculating, so the cum would be trapped inside.

Just as he was going to cum, I pinched his peehole between my thumb and first finger. His dick started spasming, but of course nothing came out. Here’s the weird part: His urethra and perineal area kept on contracting and contracting, at least twice as long as a normal orgasm.

When he finally settled down, I let go, and the cum flowed out. We both really enjoyed that.

Since that time, I have hypothesized that the extra long orgasm was caused by the cum trapped inside, but somehow never got around to experimenting with it. But maybe it was just the excitement of trying a new experiment with me, his buddy.

This afternoon, I was playing with extended dry orgasms as I often do. For those who don’t know, with practice you can get to the point where you have orgasms, contractions and all, but nothing comes out, and you can do it for literally hours. You can also have longer orgasms that last for minutes at a time. All you have to do is practice edging, until you can maintain the balance easily, then you can go just a bit farther, ending up with dry orgasms. I’ve discovered that your body actually learns to help you. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.

So that’s what I was doing. After maybe 45 minutes, I went too far. I felt a full ejaculation coming on, but I wasn’t prepared. Not having anything handy to catch a mess, I pinched the tip of my dick closed. I felt the pressure from each contraction, but no pain. Not even any discomfort. It was really very nice. But the crazy thing is it didn’t stop. I just kept contracting and contracting. It lasted about three times longer than a normal orgasm.

So, my theory was proven! Then, being the good scientist I imagine myself to be, I thought I might video the same thing this evening. First, I did the dry orgasm thing over the course of about 20 minutes. Then I set up my phone and started videoing. I decided to go ahead and ejaculate while pinching my cockhead again, and sure enough. the contractions came. This time, they only lasted perhaps one and a half times as long as an ordinary orgasm. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as fully charged up as I had been earlier in the day. The video didn’t come out very well. I plan to continue my experiments with blocked ejaculations tomorrow, seeing if I can get longer orgasms, and get it on video.

I wonder if in the same way I learned to have these continuous dry orgasms, the technique of blocked ejaculation will evolve into something more spectacular? Like what if I could learn to just keep ejaculating as long as I want? I truly think that might be possible.

I’ll keep you posted.

Please comment below. I live and write for your comments!

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Use a Whisk for Sexual Purposes

As you probably know, a whisk is a kitchen gadget used for mixing. As sex toys, they may be quite interesting. There are many accounts of women enjoying the pleasure of opening their vaginas with whisks. One can even find pictures on the internet of women, and I assume men, putting whisks into their anuses.

I suppose one has to be careful to avoid pinching where the blades of the whisk cross.

A person doesn’t necessarily have to press the whisk into themselves. I’ll bet just running the blades lightly over a vulva, scrotum, or along the ass crack may be quite erotic.

Does anyone know of something like a whisk that could be pressed into a peehole? Along the same lines, notice the end of the whisk handles. I’ll bet some are just the right size and shape for urethral stimulation. Like all urethral play, everything must be sterile and have smooth edges since the urethra is quite prone to tearing and infections.

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Personal Experiences with Sounding

Akelo recently published a nice article about urethral sounding. I was going to write a comment on his article but it grew long, so I figured it’s an article in itself.

For those who don’t know, sounding is the idea of sticking an object into your peehole, and potentially deep into your urethra. In some cases, people will penetrate all the way into their bladders. It has also been referred to as “peehole play” and “urethral fucking.” Then there’s catheter play, which is a variation of sounding in which you use actual medical urethral catheters. Here you go:

I agree, sounding is a wonderful feeling. especially deep sounding which gives you something like a ‘gotta pee’ feeling, but much nicer.

I started around age thirteen, before I could even ejaculate. I had a darkroom thermometer with a 6-inch long smooth metal stem. My neighbor, same age as me, didn’t want me to sound him, but he, and occasionally his twin sister, put that thermometer in my little penis several times. Oh, what fun! I really wanted to play with his sister’s peehole, but that never happened.

But as you alluded, it is also risky. I did once give myself a whopping infection. It started in my prostate, which felt weird, itched a bit, and colored my semen red with traces of blood. A day later, the inflammation traveled to my epididymis and balls which swelled up to the size of tangerines and hurt like hell for two weeks. I thought I had been all careful and sterilized everything nicely.

These days, I don’t do much sounding. I’ve decided I can have fantastic orgasms by other means, which I’ve written elsewhere, so why take the risk?

During my urethral play, I did find that one can insert solid sounds all the way into the bladder by bending the penis downward enough to get a mostly straight path. I played with silicone sounds, but one time, a friend was sounding me with a flexible sound. The lube was evidently absorbed and when he pulled the sound out, it kind of stuck to part of my urethra. That caused me to bleed rather profusely and freaked him out. Fortunately, I healed from that in a day or so.

They say fairly large diameter sounds are safer than narrow ones, which I believe can puncture through your urethra and cause a really bad day. One time I found clear tubing in an auto supply store. I bough diameters from 1/8-inch to 1/2-inch. I melted the ends with a flame, and sanded them smooth. I was absolutely surprised to find I could work the 3/8-diameter tube all the way to my prostate, but didn’t manage to get it into my bladder.

Have you ever had the effect where you enter a tube into your bladder and it kind of shudders? My theory is that the opening of the tube against the side of the bladder causes the bladder wall to flex, letting the urine flow, then obstructing it, over and over at perhaps 5 times per second. It’s probably dangerous, but a very interesting feeling.

I’ve also blown air into my bladder, and let it fart out through the urethra. Talk about an interesting feeling! You feel the vibrations deep in you body, around the urethral sphincters and prostate. Toward the end, the air mixes with urine, and you get bubbles or suds coming out of your peehole. However, I’m probably lucky to still be alive. I believe the air could have traveled up to my kidneys, and caused any number of problems from infection to embolism.

Oh, and then there was the time I had gone to a convention. I was in a hotel room all by myself. They provided stationery including a long tapered pen. How fascinating, right? Well, there was no lube. I found a packet of shampoo in the bathroom. I decided that might make nice lube. I pushed the pen about 4 inches into my dick, but the shampoo started to sting, so I took it out, and just jerked off. As I ejaculated, it stung quite badly.

My penis started to really sting after that. It was so bad that it took me twenty minutes to pee, letting out one little painful squirt at a time. The stinging was so bad I couldn’t stand fully upright. It continued for three days.

In conclusion, play with safer techniques. I’m living (thankfully) proof that you can fuck up badly. I have since found that you can experiment with glans rubbing or firm testicle massage, if you want intensity, or you can learn to have continuous dry orgasms spanning an hour or more. Oh my goodness, nothing compares to that! I have written up the techniques here and elsewhere. Enjoy!

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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.

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.

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.

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Sword Swallower

I went to a vaudeville revival convention a few years ago. Dancers, musicians, jugglers, mimes, clowns, ventriloquists, comedians, and others attended. I fancied myself a bit of a magician, but it was more a hobby than a profession.

I didn’t know anyone, and I wasn’t even sure they’d let me in, but they welcomed me with open arms. Four days in, and I felt very accepted. I was becoming one of them, seemingly a big, happy, if somewhat weird international family. Most of the people knew each other from years and years back. They grew up in the business together. They’d meet at various theaters and so on. I noticed they were a very horny, sexual lot. There was frequent innuendo and outright sexual discussion. I gathered a lot of intercourse and other activities went on in the hotel rooms among these people.

So one night, a sword swallower, a guy named Jeremy Blue, was going to do a private show. I was invited, along with like a hundred other people. Everyone was saying that it was going to be a very unusual show, with something more than sword swallowing.

So, we’re all chit-chatting in the audience, when the curtain opens, and out comes Jeremy with a tray of various sword-like things.

True to form, he did some real geeky sword swallowing. Now, I’m not really a fan of such things. It’s not a magic trick. It’s real. Sword swallowers have trained their throats to accept foreign objects, and they really do stick metal things down through their esophagus right into the stomach. The thing that was cool, is this guy had a great onstage personality. He was truly funny. You didn’t have to like sword swallowing to enjoy his show.

Next, he did some things with fire. Putting out balls of fire in his mouth. Spitting flames, juggling three flaming balls.

Then, a hush came over the audience. Many of them evidently knew something I didn’t.

Jeremy started doing a striptease on the stage. I thought it was a joke, but he kept going until he had not a stitch on. Not only that, he was more naked than most, explaining that he didn’t have any hair except on the top of his head because it would interfere with his fire show tricks.

He proceeded to rub fire wands over his stomach, chest, and even his face. I couldn’t help noticing that he was growing an erection during this process. He seemed totally unabashed, like an erection on a stage in front of a hundred cheering performers was normal, an everyday occurrence. I was shocked, but somehow fascinated, maybe even delighted also. Now, I’m not gay, but I do appreciate the human body, whether male or female.

He stopped, lit what looked like a wad of cloth on fire, and held the flames under his balls for a very long time. I don’t know why that didn’t burn him. He put that out, and seemed to be done with fire.

Now, he grabbed one last implement from his tray. It looked like a miniature sword. He handed it to someone in the front row, and it was passed around. I got to touch it for a moment. It was indeed a miniature sword, about fifteen inches long, with an additional six inches of a small handle. The edges were not at all sharp. In fact, it was highly polished stainless steel in a sort of oval shape. Somewhat like the handle of a fork, but tapered toward a dull but pointy end.

The small sword came back to the stage, where Jeremy rubbed it with something. In a moment, the smell wafted from the stage down to us in the audience. It was rubbing alcohol. Then he rubbed it with something else, oil I assume. All the while, it never occurred to me what he might do with such a thing. I was too focused on his ongoing erection, which he had continued to ignore during this whole thing with the little sword. He continued to tell funny jokes. Then, he sat in a chair, and the whole crowd leaned forward to see better. A big TV screen lit up behind him, so we didn’t have to strain to see what he was going to do next.

And what he did, sent me into a masturbation frenzy back in my hotel room right after the show. He slowly stuck that sword into his peehole. Eventually all fifteen inches disappeared into his penis, while he was explaining how it felt going past his two sphincters. Did you know there are two urinary sphincters? I didn’t. One is voluntary, the other involuntary, he explained. He left it in a moment, then started masturbating with it buried all the way to the handle. He announced ‘I’m now orgasming.’ We could all see his muscles throughout his body tensing and we could see his penis and perineal area pulsing on the monitor, but nothing came out. He stayed stationary for a couple of minutes. It seemed to take quite a while for his orgasm to end. Then he slowly withdrew the little sword. When the tip came out of his peehole, it was followed by a couple drops of semen. He put on a robe, accepted his very enthusiastic applause with a big smile, and the curtain closed.

I’m no sword swallower, and I value my life, so I’m not going to experiment with Jeremy’s urethral trick, even though the thought has occurred to me. But I hear the urethra is very prone to infection, as well as physical damage, so I’ll stick with ordinary masturbation – while I replay in my mind what Jeremy did, thank you very much!