Another Story From a Client
If this offends you, or if you don’t want to write it, I fully understand. However, I’m going to tell you the truth about me, and that’s just the way it is.
My wife and I got along famously for about nine years. Six years in, something shifted in her, and she no longer enjoyed sex. I’ve asked myself a million times whether I was somehow the cause. Was I too insistent about doing certain things, or at certain times? Did I not kiss her enough? Not gently enough? She says it wasn’t me, and I certainly hope not, but I just don’t know. She has hinted that she was molested as a child, and that set things off to ruin her adult life. But when we first met, she was fun. Nudity, anal sex, you name it!
For three more years, we hung out. I started looking elsewhere for sex. For a couple of reasons, I found extramarital sex more with guys than with girls. It’s easier with guys. They don’t generally want a relationship. Plus, it didn’t feel like cheating. Now, with the guys, I wasn’t into kissing or anal sex, or anything that I, personally, define as ‘gay.’ That’s just me, you understand.
For about a year, I had an ongoing relationship with a married couple. The three of us played all sorts of ways. When she found out I liked having her skinny little finger slowly twisted and pushed into my peehole – with lots of lube, she was delighted, and couldn’t seem to get enough of that. He’d watch, fascinated, oftentimes jerking himself off to an early orgasm, the leaving to watch TV while she and I continued. One time, at his insistence, I buttfucked him, but that’s not my usual style. He didn’t like anything of a rough sort, so for her, I was a welcome change. She also got rougher treatment from me, than from him, which she loved. But more about rough stuff later.
Well, anyway, I got bolder and bolder in my activities, never telling my wife. My thought was that if she wasn’t sexual anymore, it was OK for me to get it elsewhere. She, evidently, did not feel the same way about it. One day, a guy sexted me. There was a big, ole picture of him on my cellphone with a boner. My wife picked up my phone to use it, since she had forgotten to charge hers, and she saw the picture. Tracing around just a bit, she found the whole story, that he and I had been fooling around.
To say she was upset would be an understatement. It was the first time I had heard her yell at the top of her lungs in our whole nine years. She turned red in the face, and even started throwing things at me. I drove off, returning only because I was sleepy and didn’t want to rent a hotel room.
She stayed mad at me, and made my life miserable. After three days, I decided to take action. I calmly told her to stop carrying on long enough for me to say something. It took five minutes for her to sit down and listen.
“Look, enough is enough! I have decided that if you won’t be sexual any more, that’s your business. But you have no right to inflict your celibate ways on me. I’ll be happy to stay married to you, and I’ll love you as much as I ever have, and we can have great times, but I’m not going to be put in this situation any longer. If you insist on acting like a crazy mad animal, that’s it. If not, we can have a nice life together.
She left. A month later, we were divorced. I thought it would break me. I did love her, after all. Oddly, it only left a funny mechanical hole in my life. I had to wash my own clothes for the first time in nearly ten years. I had to make all my own meals. I had to cut the proportions down to just enough for one person. I didn’t have anyone to talk to at night.
But I was free! Absolutely free to pursue anyone, anything I wanted. I’m sure you know what that means. Sex. Lots of sex. And, my kind of sex. I put the word out, through Craigslist, SilverDaddies, and a local fetish club, that I had certain desires, and would be willing to fulfill similar desires. It worked well. I have about ten people, eight of which are guys, with whom I play all the time.
I think it’s mostly guys because in our modern society, women are afraid to say, taught not to allow themselves to be in it only for the sex. I don’t want anyone clingy, and it works out well, because the women who’s posts I answered, or who answered mine, feel the exact same way. It is really nice to have a woman who wants to play sexually, but then is willing to go separate ways.
Here’s the thing: I have a very specific set of things that I enjoy. They are, testicle massage, glans rubbing and post-orgasm torture.
Having read your site [Sex270.com], I now also want to try some new things such as extended orgasms and dry ejaculations.
So, I’ll go to a guy’s house or he’ll come over here, and we’ll get naked. Maybe put some porn on, or maybe we’ll just get right down to business. That’s another thing, except for the two women I play with occasionally, they all seem to want a long lead-in. They want to be wined and dined. No thank you!
I don’t find these guys attractive the way women are. We’re just buddies who play with each others dicks. There’s really nothing wrong with that, is there?
The guy and I will get naked, and then maybe I’ll give him a handjob for a while, taking him right to the edge. Then, he’ll massage my balls. If he doesn’t massage firmly enough, I tell him to just keep building up more and more pressure. I’ll let him know when it’s too much. I really like the feeling of my balls being squished between thumbs and forefingers, popping around in my scrotum like wet bars of soap.
On at least one occasion, I have ejaculated just from ball massage.
Or, maybe he’l get some oil, and while holding the shaft of my dick with one hand, he’ll rub the palm of his other hand over the head. God, that’s awful! I mean, it’s awful, and delightful all at the same time. Delightful torture. I squirm, and I wish I hadn’t asked for it. It’s like an impossible tickle, but worse than any tickle. But I love it. It makes me feel more alive than just about anything. After awhile, the feeling isn’t so bad. Now, if the guy knows his business, he’ll change the grip, maybe squeezing harder or lighter, or he’ll change the pressure, speed or the angle of the palm rubbing, so it becomes horrible all over again.
After several minutes, no matter how he handles me, the feeling changes to something you might not expect. It is a cross between a feeling like you’ve gotta go pee, and you’re going to ejaculate. But neither happens – most of the time.
I was doing it to one guy, who suddenly and without warning let out a huge stream of piss all over the place. I wasn’t prepared for that, and as soon as I was aware of the problem, I squeezed the end of his penis hard, stopping the flow. With one hand still squeezing his dick, I led him to the bathroom, then let go so he could piss in the toilet.
I threw the sheets in the washing machine, put new sheets on the bed, and he and I resumed playing. He was both mad and apologetic. He was mad, because he tells me that holding his urine in like that was quite painful. On the other hand, apologetic because he felt he had done something wrong. I assured him that I totally enjoyed the novelty of the experience. He admitted that it wasn’t like an urge to urinate just came over him. He said it hit so fast and hard he just couldn’t stop it. A few guys have ejaculated during the glans rubbing process, but most don’t.
For a while, I thought I was the only one who liked that. Then I found that many guys like it. On the Internet it’s called ‘glans blame’ and ‘apple polishing.’ Through personal experience, I have found that the amount of sensitivity varies. Some guys just stoically take it, saying they enjoy it, but they don’t react very much. Others, squirm and scream. A few guys have to be literally tied, ankles and wrists, to the bed. But they love it. You may be surprised to find out that the amount of sensitivity doesn’t correlate to whether a guy is circumcised. I used to believe the uncut guys would have much more sensitive cockheads.
One thing that does matter is lubrication, but in the opposite way as you may think. The ‘tickle’ if you want to call it that, is way more intense if you use lube than if you don’t. I have also found that if you rub a guy without lube, and maybe even with lube, for too long, he gets a sort of burn on his glans that takes a few days to heal. That, I know from personal experience, also.
Most of the guys I play with just love this glans torture thing, so I do it to them as much as they do it to me.
The other thing I claim to love is post-orgasm torture. That’s where you cum, but the guy just keeps going. Any guy knows that touching the penis after ejaculation is just about the worst feeling on earth. The hormones shift, the mood changes, and you can’t stand anymore what just a moment before was a beautiful experience.
So, I like to play with that. Or so I always think at the start of a session. I’ll tell the guy, or girl, that I want that. Once I cum, I want them to keep stroking my cock. But the fact is, I usually beg them to stop, because the fact is, I really can’t stand it. So I crave it, but when it’s given to me, I can’t stand it. Isn’t that crazy?
Recently with one guy, a younger fellow who is the one I most often play with, and who has become a good friend through this, I have been working on a way through post-orgasm torture. He’s right there with me on that, and both of us have had a breakthrough.
After a guy cums, you keep handling his dick, but very, very lightly. Just very light simple stroking, and keep it up. Don’t stop, or he will lose the mood. Don’t do give him too much stimulation, or he’ll push you away and want to quit. He may go soft, but after a while, he’ll start to harden up again. Just keep going gently. In time, you’ll be working him over good and hard, and most likely, he’ll ejaculate again.
With the girls, the play is similar. I’m particularly attracted to the female anus, but not the male anus. They are pretty much the same thing, so it doesn’t make any sense. That’s just the way it is. So with the girls, I almost always end up finger fucking their buttholes. The ones I know all love it. They will more easily orgasm from that than anything else. Of course, I’ll also give their clits and g-spots a good working over. One girl craved vaginal fisting and couldn’t get enough of it. Another had a thing about big cucumbers in her vagina and ass. She did it to me, too, sticking a cuke in my backend. At first it hurt, and I asked her to stop. But she kept going, begging me to just ‘deal with it’ for a few minutes. I did. Lo and behold, the feeling changed, and pretty soon, the cuke wasn’t big or long enough for me. I wanted more, more! So far, I haven’t found a woman who can take my whole fist in her anus. One of the guys I play with loves that, so I’ll do it for him. I’m glad to because it makes him so happy. Plus, he’ll rub my glans, and edge me for hours. So fisting him is the least I can do.
OK, that’s it. Do you still like me?
