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Posted on August 3, 2026August 3, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Paul’s Milking Machine

By Hypo Guy

I met Paul on a masturbation site. His user name was “Electro Boy.” We shared an interest in electro-stimulation and he was local.

When we first met he was living with his sister. I never met or saw her. Paul was extremely overweight, like he had to call the fire department if he fell down. I didn’t know you could call the fire department for non-emergency aid. Because of his weight he couldn’t work. He did teach the accordion once week at a music store (more about that later).

When we met he would have been in his late 60s and I don’t know how long his wife had been gone. While he was living with his sister he couldn’t have masturbation buddies over to visit but once he moved into John’s house that all changed.

John was also a widower, nice guy but he basically sat on the couch and watched TV all day. I started stopping by after work and the three of us would chat and after a while Paul and I would go off to Paul’s bedroom. Paul and I were not physical together.

He did like to have his pubic hair shaved and since he was so big he couldn’t see below his belly. I started shaving him about once a month to keep him nice and smooth.

He had a bunch of toys and one of them was this “thumper” that had piston inside and was designed to stimulate a male’s prostate. Paul would sit on the edge of his bed and I would sit on the floor in front of him with that toy up my ass while I shaved him. It took about 20 minutes to get him smooth and by then my cock was sensitive and dripping.

I never had an orgasm with that toy but it felt really good and I could get close. Every once in a while I would play with his dick and get it hard but he didn’t seem to be into that. His dick was very small, maybe 3 or 4 inches (7.5 – 10cm) erect and would almost disappear when he was flaccid.

After I finished there we would move over to his computer and he would show me porn. I always wanted to use his sucking machine and after a while he learned to have it out and set up. So one day I was over there and we were watching porn. I was completely naked and the machine was sucking my dick. John was gone and there was a knock on the door.

Paul went out to see who it was and turned out to be the guy who owned the music store and he knew Paul well enough that when Paul didn’t answer the door right away he got concerned and let himself in. He and Paul sat down in the living room and there I was naked and horny in the bedroom. Their conversation went on and on so I finished myself off, got dressed but I couldn’t just walk out of Paul’s bedroom because of how that would have looked so I sneaked my way into the laundry room where there was a door to the outside and I left.

John passed away and Paul ended up putting all his possessions in a storage unit and moving into a group home.

Above is a short, poor quality video of the machine working on my cock while Paul held it in place. I wish I had made some better videos. I am shaven smooth and wearing that silicon cock ring that you see in some of my other videos: Hypo Guy.

Posted on August 1, 2026August 1, 2026 by admin — 3 Comments

Peegasm – Something Any Man Can Learn

For most men, having a true peegasm, also known as pissgasm, is something they think they cannot do.

The idea is simple enough – to cum while your pissing.

Most men don’t even realize it’s possible.

However, I can assure it is possible. I’ve done it. It just takes patience and practice.

Normally, when you ejaculate, the urinary sphincters close hard, so cum goes out, not into your bladder.

So here’s how you overcum that:

Start with a very full bladder. Have you ever been so full that pee leaks out of you in little involuntary spurts? Yeah, you want to be that full.

Start wanking in whatever way you wish. When you feel you’re about to ejaculate, stop for a moment. Build up again and again, but don’t let yourself cum just yet. At some point, the urge to urinate will be just too strong and the pee will start to flow. Now, go for it, as the pee is flowing, wank in earnest, and let the orgasm happen. You may have to relax, focusing on letting the pee flow, since the natural internal reaction is to close off the bladder. But don’t. Just concentrate on the ongoing urination.

When you get it right, you will literally have spurts of cum intermixed with the pee. You may or may not feel a delicious kind of ‘chunk, chunk’ feeling as the thicker semen flows out with the urine. It takes being really tuned in to attain peegasm in the first place, and then also to really notice the sensations.

Even if you understand exactly what to do and practice considerably, this probably won’t happen early on. It might take a year to attain your first peegasm. In my opinion it’s worth it, especially since the practice itself is fun even when unsuccessful.

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Posted on July 15, 2026July 15, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Alfredo and the Nympho Girl

The first time I felt a cock in me, I was too young to tell you here. Yes, the guy was my age. Yes, it was my idea. No, nothing was forced on me.

And, yes, I so totally enjoyed it!

I had heard that virgins are supposed to feel some pain, maybe even see a spot of blood the first time. None of that happened for me. Perhaps it was because I had become so familiar with my hairbrush handle.

But, oh my, to be stretched out with a real, live, warm cock – to die for!

Now, don’t take that literally. A person must guard against STIs and pregnancy. OK, so that first time I didn’t use protection, and I was lucky.

For the next several years, I was an absolute slut. I’ll admit it. I’d have any guy who would have me. But it was condoms all the way. Oh, it was nice, don’t get me wrong. But being the nymphomaniac that I have to admit I am, that little bit of rubber was, well, not quite the full experience.

So what to do? This bothered me for a really long time. One day the answer came to me. I needed a matching boy-nympho. In the past I was like, “Fuck them then forget them.” I actually avoided getting close to any of these guys because I thought that would mess up my almost daily fucking opportunities.

But when I thought about a boy-nympho, realizing there must be some guy in the world who was as sex-crazy as me, I knew I could be happily married for the rest of my life. That thought was very satisfying.

Alfredo came on me slowly. He’s nothing special to look at. The guy has a bit of a tummy and no ass to speak of. And muscles, nothing noticeable there, either. That couldn’t work out long-term, could it? But of course I fucked him, on three separate evenings in fact.

As all the guys I’ve been with go, he was perhaps the gentlest, and yet at the same time the roughest. He was also super-intelligent, stable, funny, and rather wealthy.

Oh, you want me to explain the gentle and rough thing, right?

We started out normally enough, although I had to talk him into taking off his clothes, rather than the usual other way around. He was erect right away, but he didn’t make any move to touch me at first. When he finally did, it was with the super gentlest kiss of my ears. Yes, he started with my ears. After what seemed like a snail’s pace, he finally got to my mouth, and his kiss was, well, delicious. That guy could kiss. You know, not the smashing in, tight lip business. Soft, gentle, dare I say caring lips?

We didn’t fuck at first. He worked me to an orgasm with his tongue on my clit. I was alright with that, although I’d rather have fucked. I figured maybe he’d work up the courage to do that on our next date. But no, the next thing I know, he has me in the doggie position, and started ramming his rather large cock into me from behind. And I do mean ‘ramming!’ It fucking hurt. And yet, it was the most glorious, amazing fucking in the world. The guy knew what he was doing! I orgasmed again, for a very long while.

While I was still convulsing, I felt him pull out. Oh, I would have liked him to stay in longer, but I wasn’t complaining. But just a moment after he pulled out, I felt insistence against my asshole. Oh my! I was not expecting that. Oddly, of all the guys I had been with, few had put me in doggie position, and none had come anywhere my ass, except for the occasional little accidental touch, but they never pushed in. Alfredo pushed in. Oh my God, did he push in! It hurt. It really hurt, and I wanted him to pull out. I was on the verge of saying so, but something came over me. It wasn’t hurting very much any more, and I wanted him in me. I mean, I really craved that cock in my ass. I didn’t have to wait but a moment, and he was ramming into me like I was a door he wanted to break down. I orgasmed again. Who would have figured? I mean, I was just yelling, and laughing, and my pussy and ass were contracting and contracting in orgasmic bliss.

So far so good. I had dated the guy three times and it was time to give him up so I wouldn’t get trapped. I went for a fourth date. He took me camping which I didn’t think I’d like, but I knew we’d be fucking in that little tent of his, and I was so looking forward to that, I’d go ahead and put up with the tent.

But no, he spread a mat on a picnic table, and fucked me right there. Doggy style again. I think other campers could see us, but I really didn’t care. Once again I was in orgasmic heaven.

Then we did it a fifth time. And a sixth.

Without ever realizing it, I had found my nympho boy. Both of us being clean, we were able to attain my dream. His dream too. We no longer need condoms. We’re married now. We want to have kids, but not the usual way. You see neither of us wants me to get pregnant. That would fuck up our opportunity to fuck for a while. I think we’ll adopt.

Posted on July 5, 2026July 7, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Painfully Crazy Girlfriend

I was desperate, so I decided to date Annie. She’s a good-looking girl, but just, well, hyper-active. Maybe even crazy. To give you an example, we fucked on the first date. I must say, it was glorious. She had learned that trick that only very few women know where she could squeeze my cock within her pussy, in rhythmic waves that travel from inside to out. Of course I came way too soon. I’m not insensitive, so with my tongue, I made sure she had an orgasm also. She was surprisingly tasty. Like butter, but better.

She hinted that our second date would be what she called “very interesting!” Evidently she had plans. She wanted me to come over to her place Friday night. I assumed I might be spending the whole weekend and was looking forward to it.

So, I arrived at 7pm on the dot only to be greeted at the door not by Annie, but a tall fellow who smilingly introduced himself as Milo. To say I was confused, even disappointed, would be an understatement. He beckoned me in, so I entered. Maybe he was her brother or something.

As I walked into the living room, I saw yet another stranger, Mattie. She was a beauty, but the thing is, she was stark naked. So was Annie. And now, Milo was stripping off his T-shirt and shorts also.

I was like, “What the fuck?” If I had been one notch less resilient, I would have bolted out of there in some sort of fear mixed with embarrassment. What was I getting myself into?

The three of them all seemed friendly, but no one was explaining anything. So, I had to ask.

Annie explained, sort of, “These are my friends Mattie and Milo. They’re here because we’re going to have a contest. Oh, don’t look all ‘deer in the headlights.’ It’ll be fun.

When one is invited to a party, when one thought it was just going to be a pleasant time with one’s new girlfriend, and the people in the room are all naked, what, exactly, does one do?

Frantically trying to get a mental grip on the situation, I slowly stripped out of my clothes also. Then Annie invited us all into a group hug, and oddly, it was rather enjoyable, even though I was kind of bending my body away to avoid contact with Milo’s penis. I should point out that his cock was fully erect. Mine, despite the pretty women, was soft as over-cooked spaghetti. Fear of the unknown will do that to a man.

Annie figured it was time to get down to the event at hand so she explained what she called the ‘first competition.’ As if things weren’t totally weird enough, she brought out a tray of objects. There was a hairbrush, an ice cream scoop, a small and large whisk, a screwdriver, a cucumber, and a half dozen other things. They were all long, smooth or had long and smooth handles. I kind of figured immediately what they were for, or so I thought.

I was thinking that somehow us two guys would introduce them into the girls’ pussies. Wrong-O! The girls explained that Milo and I were to get on our hands and knees next to each other and they were going to introduce the various objects into our asses. We were to guess by the feel alone which object was being inserted.

OK, I was out of there! In fact, I actually started reaching for my underpants, but something came over me. I think you could call it horniness. I mean, the idea was just so fucking weird, and yet… Then too, I’ve never been known as a party pooper, and I realized that if I actually left in a huff, it would destroy the evening for the others.

Things got underway. Annie spread coconut oil around and then into my asshole. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, Actually, it was remarkable! Meanwhile, Mattie was doing the same for Milo. I glanced over, and saw his rather large erection hanging down. It was then that I realized I had become hard also.

Milo went first. Mattie grabbed the cucumber and slowly slipped it half-way into his butt. He guessed correctly that it was indeed the cucumber.

Now, my turn. Annie introduced something. For a moment it was painful going in, but then it wasn’t. It was delightful. You see, no one had ever slipped anything into my ass. I guessed it was the rolling pin handle, but no, it was the hairbrush.

Milo next got stuck with the ice scream scoop handle. He guessed correctly again. On my next turn, I got the cucumber, but could have sworn it was the small whisk.

After a few more turns, it was determined that Milo was the winner by a landslide. I only guessed correctly twice, while he only missed once. He was a winner in another way also. His cock was a good seven inches long, making my little five-and-a-half incher look like a kid’s dick. Oh well, nothing could be done about that.

As soon as Annie announced round two, I started literally shaking in fright. And yet, there was horniness mixed in. Perhaps that made the shaking even more intense. The thing is, she brought out another tray. This one had an assortment of pens, a thermometer, a pair of pliers, some smaller screwdrivers, a hemostat, and similar small diameter smooth items, or items with smooth handles. This aspect of the content would involve sliding things into our urethras while we were blindfolded, and we were to guess which objects. Really!

Perhaps this is crazy, but as soon as she explained, I was all for it. At the same time, I was still jittering in fear.

Milo seemed to handle his first insertion, which I got to watch like a pro. Annie slid a Bic pen about 4 inches (10 cm) into his cock. He didn’t flinch or anything, but I thought it might have been painful. He didn’t guess right, however. He thought it was one handle of the pliers.

Milo’s blindfold was removed, and mine put on. I was a little weirded out by him, a guy, looking at my cock, but that was minor compared to all the other weirdness at the moment. And, just to make matters crazier, it was Mattie, not Annie who went to work on me.

I was soft as a noodle due to fear, but also almost on the verge of ejaculating. Crazy I know.

I felt Mattie putting something cold on my cock. It was alcohol to eliminate germs, which she also put all over her fingers. That dried then I felt the coconut oil being rubbed on my glans. I kind of jumped. If you’ve ever had something rubbed on the tip of your cock with the hand of a pretty woman, you’ll know why. She took her time spreading that on. I’m sure I know why. She was enjoying my intense reaction.

A moment later, I felt a bit of pressure on my peehole, and then a slight burning sensation. That was unexpected. I remembered the couple of times I had accidentally gotten soap in my peehole. It was like that. I felt something penetrating deeper into my urethra. It seemed like a tight fit, so I guessed it was the Sharpie marker. Wrong, it was a length of aquarium tubing.

Mattie happened to mention that my peehole was larger than Milo’s. I was rather flattered by that.

My blindfold was removed so I could see my cock with the tubing still inserted. It was starting to sting quite a bit but I really didn’t mind.

Next, Milo got stuck with the Sharpie. It must have been too wide for him, because after being inserted only an inch (2.5cm) he yelled for it to be taken out. I have to say, I did admire seeing his large dick being so erect.

The blindfold was back on me. I felt the mild sting again, and it felt like my cock as being torn open, but in a sort of a good way. Too good. I ejaculated with that thing still jammed in me. I tore off the blindfold as my uretha was still contracting. It seemed to go on an on. It turns out it was the Sharpie plugging my peehole to a depth of at least 3 inches (7.5cm), so no cum could come out.

I shouted at Mattie to pull it out, but she just sat there kind of laughing. Finally, my orgasm settled down, and she quickly removed the marker. Oh my, now that stung!

At the end of the contest, Annie suggested we all fuck, but her idea was that I’d fuck Mattie, and Milo would get Annie. Perhaps I should have been jealous or something, but the idea of penetrating sexy Mattie had me back in an erect state in no time. She stuck a condom on my still stinging, but very hard penis, and sure enough not long after I got in her, I had a second ejaculation. Yes, that stung also – quite a bit, to tell the truth. Oddly, the sting made the orgasm more delicious.

Before the day was over, both girls got to experience having their peeholes penetrated as well. They hadn’t planned on that, but us guys insisted. I stuck Mattie, and Milo did Annie. With just a little help of my fingers on her clit, Mattie came big-time with an inch of aquarium tube gently jammed in her peehole.

I understand Milo got Annie off also, but was too involved with Mattie to know what happened with those two.

For the next three days, peeing caused the sting in my urethra to return. Would I do it again? Yes, totally!

The most surprising thing to come out of Annie’s crazy contest is that soon after, I hooked up with Mattie, and Milo with Annie, and we’re all super-happy with the arrangement.

Posted on May 30, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Other Guys Fucking My Wife

Four years into our marriage, just when things were starting to become rather stale, my wife told me, right after we did the deed, “No one fucks as good as you.”

Of course I took it as a compliment, although perhaps for a split-second I also felt a pang of jealousy. I know she had been quite sexually active before we met.

Being rather self-depricating, I answered, “Oh, I don’t know. What about Johnny Rockham?”

“Well, I’ve never fucked the man.”

“No, I mean, if you could imagine fucking him, what would it be like? Don’t you think he’d have good technique, or whatever?”

“Just because a guy is good-looking doesn’t automatically mean he’s good in bed.”

Lanie and I continued our post-orgasmic pillow talk for a while.

Then I asked, “But would you fuck Johnny Rockham if you could? – I mean to find out whether he’s maybe even better than me?”

“That’s ridiculous. I barely know the man. He sings in our choir, that’s all.”

“But, aren’t you curious?”

I don’t know what prompted me to continue talking this way. I mean, what man wants to suggest to his own wife that she have sex with someone else?

“Yeah, actually, it would be interesting. Different, you know. After all, for the past four years, it’s just been you and I.”

“What if I said it’s OK?” I couldn’t believe I just said that. Yet, there was something deep inside me, something I wouldn’t have been able to identify at the time, that wanted to watch Lanie fuck another guy. I know now it’s called cuckoldism. It’s a real thing. Some guys enjoy seeing their wives have sex with others. Evidently, I was one them, a cuckold.

The conversation evolved until we both decided it would not only be OK, but something we both really wanted. Our marriage is strong, there was no doubt our marriage would survive such weirdness. It’s not like we hadn’t done crazy things before. Like the time we had outright sex in front of everyone on Marshall’s Beach.

There was one catch. How in the heck would we approach Johnny about this?

It turned out to be easy. Lanie started flirting with him, and he was obviously interested. He was also reserved, knowing that she and I are married. Things changed when I started flirting with him also. Well, not flirting. Sort of like smiling too much, joking around, and doing things to insinuate that I was all in favor of the two of them goofing around.

It took a few weeks, but finally the time came when we invited him over for dinner. I have to say my heart was in my throat, and it was almost impossible to swallow my food, but I did steer the conversation around, and finally blurted out, “If you two would like to fuck, I’d like to watch.”

In that moment, I was scared to death that Johnny would go nuts. Like throw down his napkin, yell, and walk quickly out of our house. Fortunately, it wasn’t like that at all.

In a small voice, he said, “Really?”

It was decided we’d start things off with strip poker. That was taking too long, so we turned it into strip blackjack, and then it got down to a coin toss.

It figures that I was the one to lose my final piece of clothing first, but not before Lanie revealed her gorgeous tits. At that point, Johnny was literally having trouble speaking. He was kind of tongue-tied. Meanwhile, I was embarrassed all to pieces to reveal my already erect boner to the two of them, especially him.

Shortly after I lost my shorts, the two of them abandoned protocol and just took off the rest of their stuff. I was wondering how to instigate the next step.

I needn’t have worried. She grabbed Johnny’s hand and led him into our bedroom, with me following. She expertly unrolled a condom on his erection and basically jumped on him. As the two of them went to work, in addition to fucking, they started kissing. That kind of freaked me out for a moment. Strange as it may sound, I was totally excited to see them fucking, but the kissing caused me some sort of weird jealousy for a moment. I decided to get over it. I mean, it’s Lanie. I know I can trust her. IN all important matters, she’s mine forever. She’s my best friend and all. And now, my best friend was totally fucking and kissing Johnny Rockham.

Guess who orgasmed first? I hadn’t even realized that I was wanking myself as I watched them go at it, and of all damn things, I ejaculated almost right away. It was a super-powerful orgasm.

I don’t know how Johnny did it, but he managed to hold off for quite a while, and I’m pretty sure he had a simultaneous orgasm with Lanie. I should point out that she seldom orgasms from intercourse alone. She usually needs something more, fingering or tonguing, or using a vibrator. So, maybe Johnny was a better fucker than me. Oh well, live and learn.

No one ever discussed it, but that turned out to be a one-time thing with Johnny. But not with Mark, Ned, Larry, John B. Jeffery and Sam, among others.

Lanie and I had such a good time with Johnny Rockham that we decided to do it again – and again – and again.

We found it easy to approach single guys. Between church, her office, and mine, we knew or met plenty of single guys. They had to be single. We didn’t want to accidentally wreck any marriages. As we gained experience, she and I worked out a formula. She’d start flirting, then I’d come along and sayd it’s OK.

Almost every single guy we approached went for it. You know guys. We’re always horny and excited about pretty women. Did I mention that Lanie is a real looker?

One guy, Kyle, couldn’t get it up. Lanie and I both assured him that it was OK. He ended up licking her to orgasm. I felt sorry for the guy, and surprisingly horny that evening so I did the unthinkable. I reached out and started stroking Kyle’s dick. He got hard. Then, even more unthinkable, something I’ve never done in my life, but something that felt absolutely natural in the moment, I put my mouth around his erection. It wasn’t horrible. Hell no, it was fantastic. Within 30 seconds he ejaculated in my mouth. I thought I’d hate it, but in fact I enjoyed swallowing the whole thing.

We parted that evening with everyone smiling.

We’ll never know for sure, but my theory is Kyle is closeted gay. And I’m bisexual. Who knew?

The years went on. Lanie and I had our kids. They’re both successful professionals with families of their own.

Lanie and I continue our hobby to this day. We must have entertained a hundred men. It wasn’t always pure cuckoldry. Sometimes, the guys would blow me, or invite me into the action. For years, Lanie and I had never butt-fucked. One night, while fucking my wife, a guy named Chuck suggested I fuck him from behind at the same time. Oh boy, was I willing to comply. It was glorious.

A few days later, we invited Chuck back, and this time, out of the blue, Lanie announced she wanted to be fucked in both ends at the same time. I went into her ass very, very slowly. She loved the whole thing. I could feel Chuck’s penis inside her, and then I felt her orgasmic contractions as her ass clamped down around my cock. To fucking die for!

One time in our early forties we invited an 84-year-old gentleman to join us. His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. He hadn’t had any sort of sex since his wife died 12 years earlier.

We did have to proceed carefully, since the old fellow wasn’t as flexible as he once was. It also took him quite a while to get hard. Once he did, he entered Lanie as I watched. He had great staying power, allowing for a simultaneous orgasm. It was actually triple-simultaneous, since I came from stroking myself while watching my wife orgasming with the old fellow. I just got so much pleasure out of watching him have his pleasure. We have invited him back several times.

Did I mention, we’ve also invited women? Lanie has a coworker, Natasha. She was born and raised in Russia, and has the most beautiful accent. The first time, I wanked in my usual way while watching Lanie and Natasha go at it. They were rougher with each other than I’d think women would want, firmly massaging each other’s tits, biting their nipples, and then even nibbling each other’s clits. I learned something new about Lanie that day. She doesn’t always like it gentle. I mean, after all these years, I had to learn from a woman something new that Lanie enjoys.

Since that time, I’ve occasionally been rougher with Lanie, and she loves it – when she’s in the right mood, anyway. Most of the time, she still prefers gentle.

Of course we invited Natasha back several times. It wasn’t long before we reversed roles. Lanie stroked herself to wonderful orgasms as Natasha and I fucked. It’s just amazing to get different pussy from time to time – and with my wife’s enthusiastic permission.

We don’t know what’s next. More of the same, probably. I mean, we are having such a good time. I’d like to still be a cuckold when I’m 84 years old. And it all started with giving ourselves permission to try something outside of the box.

Posted on May 3, 2026May 3, 2026 by admin — 2 Comments

How I Became the Campus Handjob Queen

By Spurtz

I’m a pretty normal 19 year old girl. Although I do have one unusual interest that most people wouldn’t call normal. I like to jack guys off. I first masturbated a boy when I was in high school and I really loved it. Gripping that hard column of flesh and getting it to spurt out multiple streams of semen for me was a huge turn-on.

But I only jacked off a few guys in high school. I was worried about getting a reputation. High school kids do talk. I was lucky that the guys whose dicks I stroked to orgasm didn’t gossip among other guys. Or if they did, it never got back to me.

Now I was going to a local college and I had a much larger group of guys to seek out for handjobs. And by not focusing on one group, there was less danger of the word getting around about my predilection.

You would think my handling of hard cocks would lead to intercourse. Naturally, as soon as I would start to play with a guy’s dick, then he would want to fuck me. But I would just put him off and keep masturbating him and before long, any thought in his head about fucking me was totally forgotten. All he wanted at that point was to cum. And cum they did.

So here I was. A 19-year-old virgin who totally got off on making guys cum by jerking their dicks. They say variety is the spice of life and I needed all the spice I could get which meant I wanted plenty of variety in the cocks I jacked off. Which created a problem. While there was no shortage of guys who would enjoy my handjobs, I did have concerns about word getting around.
While I only jerked a few cocks in high school, now I wanted to stroke as many different pricks as possible, but still keep my reputation intact.

I had a close male friend named Jeremy who was privy to my desire to jack guys off. I masturbated him on a regular basis, but I wanted more. Luckily he was not turned off by my fixation on hard cocks. In fact he thought it was pretty amusing.

I came up with an idea but needed his help. Fortunately he had his own apartment. His family was wealthy and he pretty much had whatever he needed. He did have a regular girlfriend who he was fucking in between my handjobs. She didn’t know about me.

Anyway, the plan I came up with was he would place an ad in the local campus alternative newspaper that had a lot of sex ads. The ad would read: “Young attractive girl wants to give handjobs.” And the ad had an anonymous email address for reply.

Now here is where it gets interesting. With all his money Jeremy rented a room for me to use. I sure as hell didn’t want them coming to my campus room.

A local homeowner had a minimally decorated apartment that was actually the second floor of the home’s garage. It was just one large room that doubled as a bedroom, living room, and minimal kitchen tucked in a corner along with a bathroom. All I needed was a bed and a bathroom for cleanup.

Guys who answered the ad had to send a photo of their naked body (the face could be blanked out) along with a close-up of their erect cock.

The response was overwhelming. I think every guy in the college must have replied. Jeremy and I sorted through all the replies and I picked out the most promising.

Jeremy and I both knew that what I was doing could possibly be dangerous. Some guys might go so far as to attempt to rape me. So what we came up was this: Once I had decided on a guy, Jeremy would contact him to set up a time and give him the location. But he also told the guy that he was my minder and would be close by in case of any untoward activity. He told the guy that the room would be wired and he would be close by listening to every word and if the guy got out of line, he would regret it. Jeremy was a nice guy but not somebody you would want to get sideways with.

A few guys backed out when they heard all the conditions, but we had so many replies that it didn’t make any difference.

I decided I would be totally naked but wearing an exotic mask. I have a really great body and love to show it off. I suspected that some guys might have trouble getting an erection but that the sight of my naked body would help. I had no tattoos or other identifying marks. No fancy nails or anything else that might give me away.

When my very first experience was imminent, I was nervous. I was going to be meeting a total stranger. When the first guy showed up, Jeremy met him at the door and let him in. Then he left giving the guy a stern warning to behave.

I was already totally naked and I suggested that Blaine also doff his clothes. Which he did very quickly. I was very pleased to see that his cock was already at full mast. Blaine was actually a good looking kid with a very impressive cock. I had him lay back and I kneeled between his legs. I couldn’t wait to wrap my hands around his delicious prick. I reached out and grabbed his dick with one hand and immediately my other hand found his nutsack. I started stroking his prick and gently kneaded his nuts.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long before semen blasted from his cock and covered my hands and his stomach. I was disappointed that it was over so quickly, so I asked him if I could jack him off again. He was eagerly on board for a second go. I didn’t give him any time to reload and immediately started playing with his nice penis again. He hadn’t lost any hardness and his throbbing member felt really great in my expert hands.

This time it took him long enough that I could try all of my wide range of masturbatory tricks and grips. Despite the fact that he had just experienced a very impressive cumshot, the second one was even more mind blowing. Semen was shooting everywhere as stream after stream of joy juice rocketed from his stiff dick.

I jacked his cock as hard as I could and never let up one iota when the cum started to spurt. Long after the last of the juice dribbled from his dick, I continued to hammer it in a sexual frenzy. Finally he called out “enough” and pushed my hands away.

As he lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, he wanted to know what my story was. I told him I just got off on jacking guys off. That’s it. No mystery.

I took a warm, wet washcloth and wiped all the cum off of Blaine’s cock and body. I pulled back his foreskin to make sure no jism lurked there. Once he was all tidied up, I could tell he didn’t want to leave but I told him it was time to go. I texted Jeremy and he showed up at once and ushered Blaine out the door. Blaine wanted to know if he could have a return session. I told him we had a ton of guys in line in front of him but once things slowed down, we would give him a call.

I tried to do a couple of sessions a week which was sometimes a bit tough due to the school workload. But between being a quick learner plus I believe I had a natural affinity for giving handjobs, I became quite the expert. I learned that I could get guys to cum by just rubbing the underside of their dicks, an area I learned was called the frenulum. And I also learned that if it was taking a guy a long time to spurt his juice, a well-lubed finger up his ass would produce amazing results.

Sometimes if I was jacking off a particularly attractive cock, an urge would come over me and I would find myself sucking him off. That didn’t happen often. Probably because seeing the semen spurt from the guy’s prick was the ultimate turn-on for me and I couldn’t do that if he was shooting down my throat.

One experience I will never forget was with a guy named Jeff. I was jacking off his very nice cock when he started to cum. Super impressive blasts of cum that just kept on shooting. The harder I jacked his prick the more cum shot out. Finally after more semen had spurted out than I had ever seen before, I started to let go of his cock, but he blurted out to “keep jacking.” So I did and amazingly a fresh new cumload started shooting out of his dick. A huge puddle of jism was on his chest and belly. I tossed him a couple of hand cloths to wipe up the cum while I concentrated on cleaning up his prick. But his dick looked so tasty all covered in semen that I just couldn’t stop myself by taking it in my mouth and started to suck it clean. It was still as hard as a rock and as my lips slid up and down the full length of his dick I was shocked to feel it begin to pulsate and another huge gush of semen filled my mouth. I couldn’t believe one guy could spurt out that much cum.

Although I became a major topic of conversation on the campus, nobody ever figured out who was jacking off all those dicks. I still dated and did enjoy a limited sex life – no more or no less than any other campus co-ed. I did refrain from jacking off any of my regular dates for fear I might give myself away.

Almost every guy I jacked off said it was the best handjob he’d ever had. On that basis alone, if any of my regular dates had been jacked off by my secret persona, they might recognize who I was.

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Posted on April 29, 2026April 29, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Jake Ryder, Gay Male Stripper

At the sweet age of 19, I celebrated my first Pride month. I was a fit, athletic guy from a conservative upbringing, and though I had known I was gay for a while, I kept it under wraps. When friends invited me to the St. Louis Pride parade, I was curious but unsure.

The parade was a blast. Everyone was warm, welcoming, and free of judgment. Afterward, my friends mentioned a cookout at someone’s place, so we went. It was chill: good food, games, and laughs. As we were leaving, the host mentioned a party later that night. One friend leaned in, whispering it’d be a wild, risqué bash with a male stripper and other performers. I hesitated. It was way outside my comfort zone but my friends nudged me to give it a shot, saying I could leave if it got too intense.

Back at my friend’s apartment, they were hyped, prepping for the party and urging me to join. I wasn’t sure, but they kept saying it’d be a fun way to break out of my shell. They mentioned a pool, so I could bring a swimsuit, but otherwise to just wear something casual. I drove home, a short trip, and mulled it over. Why not? I threw on athletic shorts, a tee, and headed back to meet them.

We drove about 40 minutes out of the city to a massive house with a pool and outdoor area. There were at least 100 people, mostly guys, with a few trans folks in the mix. No phones or cameras allowed, which set the tone. As we mingled, a naked guy stepped onto the patio with a tray of drinks. I was shocked, but no one else blinked. He was fit, confident, and, yeah, hot, muscular with a striking presence. People casually touched him as he served drinks. I grabbed a cocktail, feeling a bit out of my depth but rolling with it, I gave one of his nipples a light tweak.

Soon, another nude guy appeared, this one rocking a massive erection. The crowd paused, some even reaching out to touch him as he strutted by with a stack of rings, announcing a ring toss game. The winner would get a “special prize.” He floated on a raft in the pool, his huge, maybe 9-inch, erection the target. People tossed rings from the poolside, aiming for his shaft. It was wild but fun, and I couldn’t stop staring at his chiseled body, blond hair, and pierced nipples. His name was apparently Jake Ryder, a well-known stripper hired from out of town for private gigs like this.

After a few rounds, an older guy won by landing three rings. The crowd cheered as Jake climbed out, and the winner got his prize: a chance to stroke and attempt to suck Jake’s massive cock. The guy struggled with its size, but the crowd egged him on. Jake, still hard, wandered the party in just boots, letting guests tuck tips into his boots to touch or even suck him briefly. I was mesmerized but cashless. My friends, noticing my fixation, teased me about wanting to join in. They pooled some money and, despite my protests, called Jake over. I was mortified but secretly thrilled. He grinned, guiding my hands to his firm pecs. My heart raced as I felt his abs, then his cock. With my friends cheering, I tried taking him in my mouth. His size was overwhelming. I could barely manage a few inches before gagging. He was kind, giving me another shot, but I couldn’t go deeper. Still, it was exhilarating.

Later, Jake announced a “sounding” show. I had no clue what that meant, but my friend just said to watch. On the diving board, Jake stroked himself and slid a metal rod into his urethra. The crowd went wild as he worked it in and out. Then he used lollipops, letting guests bid to suck them after he pulled them out. Someone paid $150 to go first. Next, he inserted a thermometer, joking about checking his “temperature.” After sliding it in and out, he read “104 degrees,” and guests bid to taste the precum on it. I was stunned but couldn’t look away.

The finale was unreal. Jake grabbed a sparkler, inserted it into his cock, and had someone light it. He danced on the diving board, sparks flying, before diving into the pool to extinguish it. The crowd roared. For the grand finish, he lay on a lounger, hands tied, as a small group of high-paying guests explored his body, sucking, rimming, and stroking him. After about 10 minutes, Jake untied himself, aimed his cock upward, and came, shooting massive ropes of cum over his head onto the group behind him. It was like nothing I’d ever seen, and the crowd went nuts as they licked it off him.

Afterward, they wrapped him in a towel and carried him into the house like a king. Driving home, my friends asked what I thought. I was speechless but admitted it was unforgettable. They said most strip shows aren’t that wild. Back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jake’s performance. It was a night I’ll never forget.

That was a long time past. Time has been good to me. Now, at 52 years old, I’m still fit as a fiddle, and still doing shows. Jake moved to Portugal about 20 years ago, but not before teaching me everything he knew. Basically, I took his place. My stage name is Jake Ryder.

This isn’t Jake, but it’s a similar kind of show.

Posted on April 25, 2026April 25, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Fit To Be Tied

I’m Not a Typical Woman

From before I can remember, I’ve enjoyed masturbatory things.

For instance, I used to have this headboard on my bed with a broad, smooth, wooden top. I found I could get all sexually excited and wet, then position myself just right. When I got it right, I could leave small wet trails along the edge of the board. It felt so good for my inner labia to slip along like that. Sometimes, if they weren’t quite wet enough, they’d stick to the wood, and that hurt. Then there were times when the wetness was slight, but just right, that they’d kind of stick and release as I slid along, essentially vibrating. Oh wow! I didn’t understand the whole thing about orgasms, but knew whatever it was, it felt great.

I feel very fortunate that I didn’t have any adults in my life telling me that stupid stuff about masturbation being bad. I know many girls, and boys too, have grown up thinking that any sort of personal pleasure coming from the genitals is bad news. How sad!

When I got older, fucking became my thing. The problem was, it scared me every time. I was very conscious of catching diseases or becoming pregnant. So, I’d have the guys wear condoms, and was guarded the whole way through. Oh sure, it was great, having a big heavy guy on top of me, spreading my pussy so wide open with his glorious penis, but then for the next few days every time, I’d be all worried.

Another thing about me: I’ve always enjoyed talking about sex and masturbation stuff. I’m very proud of that. It’s so freeing. Plus, I have to admit, I enjoy shocking people, mostly people my age, out of their prudish beliefs. Sometimes, these discussions have taken on a physical aspect. Like, Kelsey, my first real boyfriend. After we fucked our brains out a dozen times, even once in a foursome with another young couple, I expressed my fear afterward.

He was so accommodating! He expressed that he had a sort of fear afterward also. Then he suggested we start playing with safer activities. I was fine with that, as long as we could still have our orgasms. As I was soon to learn, the orgasms were stronger, longer lasting, and overall better than ever. I’m talking about NOT fucking. Instead, we were all oral and fingers.

Oh my god, let me enumerate the things I learned:

1. Fingers in the ass. I never had that done until one of Kelsey’s experiments. Now, I’m practically addicted. I don’t like my ass totally stuffed with like four fingers, which I have had done, but one or two is just wonderful. Better yet – at least sometimes – is not anal penetration, but just having Kelsey, or anyone, swirl their fingers ever so lightly around the edges of my asshole. To die for!

2. Clit play is something no girl can get from ordinary intercourse. As it turns out, the clit can be repeatedly banged with a fingertip. When the mood is right, the orgasms are through the roof. Then there’s clit pulling. You can’t be too wet, otherwise the guy, or girl, or yourself – whoever is doing it, has to dry the area first with a paper towel. Then, they can pull your inner labia or the clit itself really hard. If they just pull and hold – not enough to cause pain, but a good firm pull, it will trigger orgasms. If they continue to pull while you’re cumming, sometimes you’ll literally orgasm two or three times in a row.

3. Then there’s clit pressing. Have one of your friends help out with this. The idea is they press a fingertip on your clit, literally compressing it against your pubic bone. If they continue to press and move a bit sideways, the clit suddenly slips underneath and to one side. They can then do this back and forth until you have yet another kind of orgasm.

4. The G-spot. I thought it was a myth until my friend Jennifer said it was real. Of course she had to demonstrate. First, she did me. I could feel that wonderful feeling of her middle finger rubbing against the textured inner surface of my vaginal canal over and over again. That, in itself would have been satisfying. But suddenly, I had a more internal orgasm than I ever had in my life. Of course I turned around and did her the same way as soon as I could function again. Now, I’m pretty much addicted to G-spot stimulation also.

5. Tit play. I had no idea about that either. Now, my breasts aren’t as big as one could hope, but I feel what I’m sure every other girl feels. First, the most super-light fingertip touching of the nipples themselves, after perhaps swirling around the outer rings, the areolae for a while. You get the most nifty shivers. But then there’s actual breast massage. I first learned about that from my brother. We were doing an ordinary nude massage. Yes, he does get all erect when we do that. He started gently, then not so gently massaging deeper and deeper into my breasts. I could feel the inner glandular material being manipulated. It was just so comforting, so wonderful!

I’ve got this friend, Brenda, who has huge tits. I mean they’re heavy and full, like water balloons, but they hang down against her chest. She says she doesn’t like it when she gets sweaty where they hang against her chest, so she always wears bras, even when alone at home. On the other hand, I have to say I just love massaging those breasts of hers. Now, she might be a bit crazy, because I’ll knead them so hard that they’ve gotta hurt, yet she always begs me to squish them even harder. I mean, so hard that my fingertips start to hurt from the strain. On one occasion, her skin color changed. I must have bruised her, but she recovered her proper color in a couple of days.

6. Boys. Oh my yes! I’m so attracted to seeing cocks spurt. Frankly, I don’t want them spurting in me, but to give a handjob, watch a guy squirm and moan, then start spurting just sends me! Blowjobs too. Did you know all guys taste different? I think it’s like fingerprints. No two are the same.

6a. Ball massage. I enjoy feeling their balls squish around in their scrotums. Frankly, I could manipulate a boy’s balls for hours. I’ve noticed some guys like it very light. Some don’t want it at all. Others, like Brenda, like it remarkably firm. I’ve never massaged a guy to where I left bruises, but I could imagine that happening someday.

At first, I was worried about popping their balls, but my brother explained that the outer layers of testicles are like rubber. One could probably cause great pain, but they wouldn’t be able to injure balls with fingertips alone. Yes, my brother, I can tell you from personal experience, is one of those guys who likes a good, firm ball massage. More than once, he has ejaculated from testicle massage alone, without his erection even being touched.

7. Older men. What can I say? If a guy has gray hair, is generally hairy all over in the way that only older men can be, and still physically fit, I totally want to play with him.

8. Seeing orgasmic contractions. Oddly, I’ve never seen it in person. Despite all the guys and girls I have played with, I’ve always been too busy, or in the wrong position to watch the contractions happening. So, now and then I’ll look at some porn videos of girls orgasming where you can see their lower vaginas, taint areas and their assholes contracting. The assholes in particular – to see them puckering, is a super turn-on. With the guys, it’s pretty much the same, yet entirely different. I’m so excited to see their perineum area squeezing and squeezing as the cum comes out.

One time with Kelsey, I held the tip of his cock closed with my thumb and finger as he was cumming. I didn’t manage to notice the contractions, but did find out that trapping his cum like that made him orgasm for around twice as long. It was super-exciting for me. He kind of laughed and yelled for me to let go. I didn’t. I held it in for at least a minute after he settled down. When I finally let go, only a little cum spurted out. Where did the rest of it go? Into his bladder? Well, I want to do it again, and to my delight, he’s looking forward to it. But this time, I want to make a point to see his perineal and anal contractions.

9. I’ve hung out a few times with a fellow student named Berkley. That’s really his name. Anyway, he was very experimental. We did the anal fingering thing, ball and breast massage and all that, but then he wanted to stick his little finger in my peehole. Imagine that! Well, I was crazy enough to let him. He insisted on using alcohol to sterilize his finger and my vag. It kind of stung as it was drying. Then using a ton of coconut oil, he slowly did work his pinkie into my peehole. It fucking stung! And yet, I was loving it, and did in fact orgasm. He didn’t get all the way into my bladder or anything, but I guess we have to leave something to try another day. The problem is it stung for the next three days every time I peed. Still, I’m excited to try it again sometime. I’m told a finger can be worked in all the way past the urinary sphincters and into the bladder. That’s got to feel interesting! Maybe with one of my skinny-fingered girlfriends. Yes, I’ll have to give that a try.

I did also finger Berkley’s urethra, which he seemed to enjoy. I couldn’t get my finger in past the first joint. I could see it was hurting him. He kept insisting that I press on. I twisted and pushed, and saw him wincing. Suddenly, his expression changed as I could feel a sort of pulsing feeling against my finger. He came with my finger inside him. When I pulled my finger out, it was whiter than usual. I guess his tight dick squeezed the blood out momentarily.

10. Cervical play: Why leave anything out? This is a delight – I think. So far, all I’ve done is let my friend Izzy put her clear plastic speculum in me, spread it wide, which is a delight in itself, and then she reached in and just touched her fingertip to my cervix. It immediately ached. Not very much, but enough that I had to have her stop. I’m sure we’ll experiment more with that eventually.

When I go to my annual gyno exam, I’m secretly excited. Oh, I don’t like blood draws, or the worry that she might find something, but when the doctor opens me with a speculum, oh my, I’ve almost orgasmed the last two years in a row.

11. Finally, there’s plain old nudity. I’m a bit unusual in my appearance. My grandfather on my mother’s side was black. Still is. He’s a CFO of a big company. In fact it’s he who has inspired me to major in business administration. I’d like to be a CFO or maybe even a CEO someday. Well, anyway everyone else in the family is white. The only way my black background shows is that the fringes of my inner labia are black as you can see in the picture above. I’ve noticed that a lot of Asian women have that effect also. I think it’s super sexy. They also stick out just a little. You know how some women have hidden inner labia, and others stick out? I’m a stick-out kind of girl. Of course I’ve had to enhance the effect with electrolysis.

I have a cousin, two years older than me, who went to beauty school rather than college. She’s now an aesthetician. One of the things she does is hair removal. She did me, and she does touch-ups now and then, because electrolysis is not perfect. Did I orgasm during her treatments? You bet!

So, I’m getting off-track. I just love to go to my local nude beach, Marshall’s Beach, on those rare occasions when I can get away and the weather is good. I just love walking along and letting people see me. Me with my small, but dare I say ‘perky’ tits, and beautifully colored inner labia.

Most of the time, if the tide is out, I’ll walk all the way to the north end which is evidently mostly gay. There’ll be guys there giving each other blowjobs and wanking each other and so on. Very few women. So I like to show up. Most of the guys are very appreciative! I think gayness is on a scale. Most gay guys have a bit of bisexuality, just as I do. They’ll see me, and I just love how they stare. On two occasions, I didn’t even make it to the north end. I’d be walking along, and a guy would come up and engage me in conversation. As we talk, I see his penis rise to attention. I am so honored. I just love that. Both of these men didn’t seem embarrassed or do anything to hide it. They were just hard as we walked and talked. Nothing came of it, but I could imagine… Well, I’m sure the day will come at the nude beach where more happens with one of these guys.

Posted on April 10, 2026April 10, 2026 by admin — Leave a comment

Judy Treats Two Guys, Different Perspectives

Norman who generally saw everything negatively, and Patrick who was more positive, two guys who don’t know each other, both saw a local ad.

The ad expounded on the benefits of testicle massage. It hinted at the enjoyment of a session, without being in any way explicit. Both men called and asked a few questions without getting satisfactory answers as to exactly what would take place. The woman on the phone seemed pleasant enough. Both guys booked sessions.

Norman was scheduled at 2pm. He did agree that testicle massage seemed like a good, healthy idea. He had never had received such a treatment. He wasn’t expecting much. Maybe, just maybe, there’d be a happy ending or something.

He arrived to find Judy, the practitioner, was about 45 years old, a touch on the heavy side, with graying hair. Her personality was quite pleasant. Norman said to himself that he wished she was prettier, but then figured it didn’t really matter.

With her guidance, after a bit of reluctance, he found himself fully naked, face down on her massage table, his butt covered in a towel. Judy started in on a normal massage. She kneeded his neck, his shoulders, his upper and lower back. Then she moved down to his feet, his ankles, his calves, his upper legs, and then spent quite a bit of time kneading his ass cheeks. It felt OK, maybe nice even, but he impatiently wanted her to get on with the good stuff, whatever exactly a testicle massage might entail. He was starting to wonder if he’d get anything of a sexual nature at all. Maybe that’s just how she got clients for ordinary massages, by promising something she wasn’t going to deliver.

After what seemed an interminable time, he complained that what was happening wasn’t great. She had him roll over, revealing his soft penis. She didn’t comment on that, instead saying that he had a strong-looking chest and shoulders. Judy then proceeded to massage his arms and legs while Norman bitterly though his money could have been better spent.

Finally, almost surprisingly, she very gently touched his scrotum. She continued to gently fondle that part of his anatomy, and only that part, for a full five minutes. He reluctantly said to himself that it did feel rather nice as his cock rose to attention.

Norman became worried about Judy seeing him with an erection. Like, was this OK? His cock went soft again as she continued to gently massage, almost tickle his scrotum. He was starting to drift off, kind of in a trance, almost falling asleep.

Suddenly it occured to Norman that she was now massaging his actual balls within his sack. It felt surprisingly nice, but also hurt a little bit. His cock was somehow hard again although he didn’t notice as it became erect. Suddenly, just as he was about to say she was squeezing too hard, without his cock even being touched, he ejaculated. It almost wasn’t an orgasm. He didn’t really feel much. It was more just cum flowing out of his dick.

Perhaps due to his upbringing, he felt terribly guilty about having ejaculated. Quickly he dressed, thanked Judy, gave her the money plus a $20 tip, and left.

If someone were to ask Norman, he’d probably say he had a good time. Inside, he was thinking he wasted his money.

The next appointment was Patrick. When he met Judy, he thought to himself that this chick, although pleasingly plump and in her mid-forties, was rather hot. He really liked her winning smile and sparkly eyes. They conversed a bit, and he decided he liked her personality as well.

She instructed him to take off his clothing, which he did in an excited heartbeat. He almost fell over in his hurry to get out of his pants. She laughed. He laughed.

In the presence of beautiful Judy, he was erect right away.

She had him lay face down on her massage table, and covered his ass with a small towel. He said that wouldn’t be necessary, so she whipped it off. She kneeded his neck, his shoulders, his upper and lower back. Then she moved to his feet, ankles, calves and then upper legs. Patrick was in heaven. He figured even if nothing else happened, this was enjoyable. She massaged his ass checks for a while which he found particularly enjoyable.

When she asked him to roll over, his erection proudly stuck straight up like a flagpole. There was no doubt he was fully erect. He was proud to be seen by Judy in that state.

She continued with the massage on his front. Even though she was fully clothed, he admired her body. She might have a few years and a few pounds on her, but she was rather delightful.

As she continued massaging the front of him, his rock-hard penis was bobbing up and down with every heartbeat. It felt so nice to be one hundred percent erect! Because he was being such an agreeable client, she spent extra time massaging his scalp, and the palms of his hands. He had no idea that he had earned this as an extra bonus, but he was loving it.

Finally, even though he was happy with everything so far and had no expectations, she stopped what she was doing to reach out and ever so gently touch his scrotum. That first touch was like a delicious electric shock. If his penis hadn’t been at maximum hardness already, it would have shot into that state in an instant.

Judy continued to gently stroke his scrotum for a while. Patrick was thinking, ‘So this is a testicle massage. It’s very enjoyable.’ He had no idea whether there’d be more to come or maybe just that was the whole deal. Well, if that was all, it would be fine, and well worth the money.

It was not the whole deal. Not by a longshot. Soon, she was massaging his balls within his scrotum. At first gently, then not so gently. She wasn’t quite hurting him, but the pressure was rather great, bordering on pain. Patrick was loving it.

He started to orgasm, but knew he could hold back. He had a dry cum, urethral contractions and all, and she hadn’t even touched his cock. Then another. As she continued to squish his balls almost painfully, he had a third dry orgasm. Finally, it was just too much, and he ejaculated all over the place, with a full-body, muscle-tightening, moaning, big-time orgasm.

Judy smiled, Patrick smiled. He paid her with a generous tip, then immediately booked another session for the next week.

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