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Back in the Day

Back in my early days I stumbled onto something that got me more sex than anything I could have imagined.

It started with my father. He was a very good do-it-yourselfer, as was common with men of the 1960s. When I was eight, I snuck down into the basement to admire his metal lathe. In the way a little kid will do, I kind of innocently flipped the switch that turned it on. With a quiet hum, it started spinning. That scared the bejeepers out of me. I went running upstairs to admit what I had done. My father accompanied me back down to the basement, and simply turned it off.

So, when it came time to explore his darkroom equipment, there was no way I was going to touch anything. Until he bought me a camera at age twelve. That thing was practically bigger than I was. It was a 4 x 5 Speed Graphic, the kind newspaper photographers used in the 1940s through 1960s. I don’t know what he was thinking. That huge camera was a real misfit for me. The one in the picture above is very much like the one I had.

Still, he encouraged me to play with it, and provided some film. I learned to take pictures. They weren’t very good, most being too dark, too light, or out of focus.

Of course one of the first pictures I took was a close-up of my little erection. As soon as I developed the negative, I destroyed it, being all worried about it being somehow wrong.

You see in those days, cameras weren’t like the camera on your smartphone. Every picture had to be manually set up. One had to gauge the amount of light, typically using a device called a lightmeter, and then turn a knob to make sure the picture would be in focus. Furthermore, you didn’t just click away, taking several pictures in a series. Oh no, to take a picture, I had to pull out o 4 x 5 inch cover slide, snap the shutter, put the cover slide back in, remove the film holder, flip it over and put it back in, ready for the next shot.

Sure, there were roll-film cameras, and even 35mm cameras by then, but that’s not what he got me. What was he thinking, really?

Then there was the whole developing business. With your digital camera or smartphone, your picture is instantly available, ready to text, email, whatever you want. Not so with photography in the 1960s. I had this big vertical projector called an enlarger. After developing negatives from the film, I’d put one in the enlarger, focus it on an easel on a tabletop, set up the exposure and focus, then put a sheet of paper in the easel and expose it to light from the enlarger for a few seconds. This all had to be done in near darkness. I had a dim orange light called a safe-light, that allowed me to see what was doing without ruining the picture.

I found that orange light very sexy somehow. I spent many an hour not developing pictures, but rather admiring and rubbing my penis in the dim light. My parents never came down to the basement except on wash day.

OK, so was that it? Expose some light-sensitive paper, than take a break to wank? No! Now I had to put the exposed sheet of paper in a tray full of a chemical called developer. I agitated the sheet back and forth with a pair of bamboo tongs. When the picture was fully developed, I lifted it out, and set it in a tray full of another chemical called stop bath, being careful not to touch the tongs to the chemical, since just a drop or two would kill the developer. Next the picture went into a final tray containing ‘fixer.’

Now was I done? Nope. From there, the picture had to be set in a sink and washed with water for 20 minutes, and then into a dryer. There. Now I had a picture!

The reason I’m telling you all this is really about the darkroom. One afternoon I invited my friend Debbie Cornwall to keep me company in the darkroom. While I was working away, she got off the stool on which she had been sitting, came over, and kissed me. You see, the dim orange light, must have affected her the same way.

I was annoyed. After all, I was only 13 years old. What did I know about kissing?

She was not the last girl, or boy, that I invited into my basement darkroom. Even though kids developing their own pictures was not unheard of back in the day, it was rare, and my friends enjoyed watching the process.

Fast forward about five years and at age eighteen, I had figured out what kissing was all about. No longer annoyed, I did a lot of kissing in that darkroom, and eventually lots more, which I’ll tell you about shortly.

I thought of myself as dorky. A kind of skinny techno-geek, and perhaps my friends thought that way too. However, I was such a crazy person that I accidentally developed a winning personality. The car I was driving, my dad’s car, was an old Land Rover, a fun jeep-like thing, which went around mostly topless in the summer. I took to wearing mechanics boots because they felt good and safe to me with their steel toes, and because I thought they made me look like a mechanic, which thought I might like to become. Well, within six months, most of the boys in high school weer also wearing mechanics boots. Then, I got a Stetson hat somehow. I think someone gave it to me as a joke. I started wearing it, along with plaid shirts and bluejeans, and the next thing you know, all the kids had Stetsons and cowboy clothing.



My father’s Land Rover, I drove it more than he did.

I wasn’t trying to be cool. It just turned out that the kids thought I was, especially the girls. I was still inviting them into the darkroom, but by then were doing a lot more than kissing. It’s just good luck that no one got pregnant.

One day, my good friend Michael wanted me to take some pictures of him. I was like, “Sure, why not?” But here’s the thing: He wanted to be stark naked. It felt weird to me, but remembering all the photos of naked women in the Popular Photography magazine articles, I felt that’s what photographers do – take pictures of naked people. It didn’t occur to me those were all women, and Michael was a guy.

So I took his pictures. By then, I had a smaller camera that used rolls of film. I developed the negatives, then hung them up to dry. So there was a long strip of 12 pictures of Michael totally without his clothes.

When my dad came home from work, and saw the strip of negatives, he went nuts. This normally fun-loving and mild-mannered guy was all carrying on about ‘homosexuality’ and things I hadn’t really heard before. For some reason, he was mad about Michael’s pictures.

My dad settled down after a day or two, and probably figured his son was going to turn out gay, and maybe that was alright. My dad was always cut and dried like that. It most likely didn’t occur to him that I might end up bisexual, ar maybe even straight, after seeing the pics of Michael.

Mike got his pictures, and to my amusement, he was showing them to the other kids in school. Even now, that’s a super-bold move. He didn’t have an erection in the pictures, but still, they were full-frontal.

John, one of Michael’s friends wanted me to take some naked pictures of him. I was like “No way” after the strangeness from my father. He talked me into it, plus the $20 he offered didn’t hurt. Back than, that would buy a lot of film.

We went out into the woods. He took off all his clothes, and posed this way and that. He was erect the whole time. Silly me, I didn’t really understand that. I mean, sure, I’d been erect many times, even masturbated almost daily, but being erect in front of another guy? Weird!

His penis started to go soft but he wanted to stay erect. He asked me to help him. At first I didn’t understand, but before long, I was touching the first penis in my life that wasn’t my own. It had an almost electric-like shock on me. Within a moment, without intending to do so, I had the tip of his penis in my mouth and was very much enjoying running my tongue around his glans. He came. I nearly chocked, but managed to swallow it all, without really tasting his semen.

I had a lot to think about that night, as I masturbated myself to a crashing orgasm. It became almost an obsession. I wanted to know what his cum actually tasted like. I got that opportunity around a month later. He and I became wank buddies.

Meanwhile, Cindy, a super-sexy, huge-breasted girl that I really admired from a distance, had also seen Mike’s photos. She wanted a nude photoshoot. A girl, a real live girl, was offering to get naked in front of me! Holy mackerel! Of course we arranged that. My parents always went out on Friday nights, so I invited her to my room. She got naked, and I took her pictures.

That was enough for me. I mean, sure I would have loved something more, but I didn’t dare even touch her. What would she think of me? I needn’t have worried. As I later found out, Cincy was a true, card-carrying nymphomaniac. She reached out. She started by suggesting I get naked, show her how to work the camera and she’d take pictures of me. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea, but I went ahead with it. It was such an emotional high, or maybe a roller-coester getting naked in front of her. I was scared, horny, everything all at once. I was erect immediately. She reached out, and the next thing you know, I was the one getting a blowjob. Heaven! Except, I came right away. She spent a good few minutes trying to get me hard again, but I was too freaked out. I believe we would have fucked if I had been able to get it up again.

Cindy and I became ‘a thing’ for several months. I was so proud to be seen with her, let alone the feeling of hugging her naked body next to mine for hours at a time after intercourse.

We were young. We broke up. Why? Because I had become so enamored of the girls that I couldn’t keep it zipped up. By now, I had 3 girls a week paying me actual money to take their pictures. Oh sure, most wore bikinis or were otherwise not naked, but I was in heaven, and had plenty of opportunities. I took advantage of those opportunities at every turn.

Fast forward to now: I’m a professional photographer. Photoshoots are no longer $20, and I no longer use chemical photography. I left that behind years ago. My clients are mostly couples. Some want regular lingerie photos. You know, nothing overt, but very suggestive. Some, however, want the whole works. I mean they want to fuck, and they want close up photos of fucking, sucking, even anal intercourse. Especially the guys. I get guy couples, and the occasional single guy who goes all out. In general, it seems guys are less restricted in terms of their sexual expression. Guys or girls, I’m having a great time and being well paid. I never grow tired of this line of work.

Hey Dad, if you can hear me up there, thanks for the Speed Graphic!

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Apology From 13-Year-Old Brother

(Note that while this memoir recounts interaction between two underage brothers, it should in no way encourage acting out with anyone below the legal age. Any such thoughts should remain only in your fantasy life. What many adults don’t realize is that even seemingly simple sexual acts with youngsters can have surprisingly strong, life-long, negative psychological consequences.)

Another story from a client. This boy is kind of a prodigy, and my youngest client.

Last year, when I was 15, my dang-blasted 13-year-old brother, who I love deeply, but who used to flummox me at every turn, borrowed the front quick release mechanism from my bike – and didn’t tell me. Later that day, I rode my bike out of the garage, got about 20 feet down the driveway, and crashed all over the place as my front wheel lodged sideways in the fork. I bruised the back of my right hand, but otherwise wasn’t really hurt. But I was mad. It took me like ten seconds to figure out what had happened.

I came gunning for Kent. I think I was actually planning to hurt him. The thought pains me now, but in that very moment, I was not feeling brotherly at all!

I found him in his bedroom playing Nintendo stark naked. It was a warm day, and my parents, who are actually rather wealthy, would not let us turn up the air conditioning. They are kind of funny about spending money.

Anyway… There he was in his room, nude as usual, as was our custom.

Our parents were fine with that. We’ve all seen each other naked many times, even with boners. Well, not my mother, of course. But Kent, I, and my dad have all sported wood at one time or another, and it’s fine.

My parents have had the ‘birds and bees’ talks with us, and I think they know I masturbate, which is OK with me, but kind of embarrassing to think about in a way.

I’ve never seen them do anything sexual, although I’m sure they must – in their bedroom or somewhere, I guess. They do hug and kiss a lot. I mean a real lot!

So Kent was there with his little hairless three-inch woodie sticking straight up from his cross-legged sitting position on the floor, looking kind of well, cute, innocent?

As I’ve done some times in the past when I have been mad at him, I melted. I couldn’t yell at him as I was planning. In fact, my mouth was already open, and I had been rehearsing some choice words as I stepped through his open doorway. But instead, I just showed him the small damage on the back of my hand without a word. He knew right away what had happened.

He said, “Oh, oh, I meant to tell you that I had borrowed that bike part.”

I don’t know if it was his erection and his all-smooth little self that did this to me, or just what, but I was somehow a bit horned up. And you know how you’ll make inappropriate jokes, or generally make a fool of yourself if you are too horny. So, foolishly, I said, “Kent, now I can’t jerk off,” even though the damage to my hand was insignificant.

I guess it wasn’t too embarrassing to say that, really. He had caught me in the act two or three times although he had never seen me actually ejaculate. And I had seen him playing with himself, although not actually masturbating in the classic sense. I don’t think he had ever really done that yet, and hadn’t been able to ejaculate.

Kent, being the little angel he is, immediately said, “Jamie, I apologize! And don’t worry about the jerking off problem. I’ll jerk you off!”

I was flabbergasted, not flummoxed, for a change! So I took off my shorts and climbed onto his bed.

I wasn’t concerned in the slightest about taking my shorts off in front of him. But, as I reclined on top of his bedspread, and started to get erect, I started to feel kind of ‘funny.’ I can’t quite explain it. It was some sort of cross between embarrassment and pride. Like, ‘should I be growing a boner in front of my little brother?’

But, I really liked the moment he wrapped his rather tiny hand around my dick. It immediately felt warm, and, well… right. I was proud of how large my penis was compared to his. I usually didn’t care much for the small tuft of dark brown hairs growing around the base of my penis, but in that moment, I was very happy for him to see the hairs up close.

He started squishing my balls around, and I had to tell him to stop that. It felt almost on the verge of pain, as he was squeezing just a bit too hard, even though I didn’t lose my erection in the slightest. Then, he started wanking me up and down, and I had to tell him to slow down. He thought he had to go like a hundred miles per hour. First of all, I wanted it to last at least a couple of minutes. But also, he was pulling on the skin too hard, and it kind of pinched. After I showed him what to do, he became an empathetic genius. It’s almost as if he naturally knew exactly how to make me feel just right.

I spurted much too soon. When I came, he was fascinated by my sperm as it poured out all over his small fist. I don’t think he had ever seen a real, live ejaculation up close, or at all. Perhaps on the Internet, I don’t know.

Then, I did him. I found his little marble-like testicles in his evenly patterned snow-white scrotum fascinating. I was worried about squeezing them too hard, but he actually wanted me to massage them rather firmly. His penis was surprisingly small, but also surprisingly solid. Also warm. I moved his slight foreskin (circumcised, like me) up and down gently at first, and eventually worked my way into full-on stroking.

Because his dick was so small, I didn’t wrap my fist around it, but rather held it between thumb and forefinger. This went on for a while, then he said ‘Oh, keep doing that!” He then squirmed around quite a bit. He didn’t cum, but I think he orgasmed. He said he did. He also said he had felt that once or twice before, but never as ‘excellent’ as that, as he called it.

At the time, I wasn’t even sure if he knew what an orgasm was. Was he faking, just to make me feel like I had done something good for him? Or, was he really feeling an honest-to-goodness orgasm? I really couldn’t tell.

Over the next few days, I became very curious about that. A few days later, very much wondering about his evident inability to produce sperm yet, I carefully crafted a conversation around what had happened, hoping I could somehow talk him into doing it again.

In like two seconds, he told me that he really wanted to do it again. Well, that was alright with me!

With him laying on top of his bedspread, I jerked him off while pressing my first two fingers against his perineum, the area between his anus and under his scrotum, and after a few minutes, while watching his face scrunch all up, I felt the contractions. That’s when I knew he was having as much fun as I was.

After he came, I smelled my fingers which had been so near his ass, and to my astonishment, they smelled sweet. A very nice smell.

We have since jerked each other off many times. We have learned much from ProWank, including about prostate massage, and have been practicing that. My parents have a strict Internet policy.

They say we can ‘study’ as much sex as we want on the Internet, but only from two sources. One is Wikipedia, the other is ProWank.

Although they’re too tight with money, we love our parents, so we pretty much always respect their wishes.

Regarding the prostate massage, at first we didn’t know that you should use some sort of oil, and so it was difficult at first, but still enjoyable. Now, we use coconut oil and we’re old pros at it. His ass still smells sweet, especially combined with the coconut oil.

Recently, Kent has developed like three hairs coming out of the intersection of his penis and lower belly above his little balls. He also sort of ejaculates now. Oh, it’s only one little clear drip, but it’s progress!

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A Foursome at the Photo Shoot

My third wife is a real looker. Early 40’s but could easily pass for 30. She was probably looking as good as she ever has or ever will. Because she felt the same way, she contacted a professional photographer about shooting some nudes so she would have something to look back on when she got old and wrinkled. She wanted the photo shoot for free, assuming any photographer wouldn’t mind spending a few hours with a naked beauty.

It turns out that many women seek out this type of photo work for the same reasons that Alicia did. She called on the photographer in person so he got a good idea what he would be seeing once she got her clothes off.

She invited me to go with her because I guess she was concerned about being alone and naked with some strange guy. I had no problem with it. Turns out she had nothing to worry about because the photog had a young female assistant working with him. The photo shoot was scheduled for a weekend at his studio so they wouldn’t be interrupted by customers.

Once at the studio I was quite surprised to see that the assistant was early 20’s and a real knockout in her own right. The photographer, Stu, was about 35 or so and very trim and fit. I’m quite a bit older than my wife in my mid-50’s.

Alicia started the shoot off wearing some sexy lingerie. Bikini panties with a see-through lacy top that didn’t do much to hide her breasts. She had already gone over in detail what she was looking for with Stu the photographer. Stu had several props in the studio but the main item was chaise lounge that Alicia posed on. After Stu took quite a few photos, Alicia took off the top and more photos were taken. Next to go were the bikini panties and she was totally naked and looking damn good. She’s Asian and has a beautiful golden glow to her skin and is extremely photogenic.

I sat on a chair at one side while Stu and Alicia did their thing. In many of the poses Stu was shooting her from the side while from my position I was looking directly at her vagina and asshole. The assistant, whose name was Jill, adjusted the lights under Stu’s direction. In moving around she also got a very good look at my wife’s charms. Jill was wearing short shorts and a skimpy halter top. Between her and my naked wife, my libido was kicking into high gear.

Alicia knows my moods and when Stu and Jill were busy doing their thing, she would slip a finger into her pussy just to tease me. Then she would part her pussy lips and give me a good look inside.
I couldn’t help myself but my prick swelled to a full erection. Stu kept coming up with new poses that got increasingly explicit. For example, he had a tall stool and he had Alicia lean over and rest both elbows on the stool with her face in her hands and her ass sticking up. Then he positioned his camera behind her and got a great series of shots of her beautiful ass with her rosebud asshole clearly showing along with her puffy vaginal lips peeking out between her thighs. I had moved into position where I could clearly see her cunt. It might have been my imagination but it looked wet to me.

Alicia is an incredibly sexual woman and by far the best sex partner I’ve ever had. That includes two previous wives and countless girlfriends. Sex was very heavy in the air in the studio and it took all of my will power to keep from unzipping my pants and taking my hard cock out. I could tell that the whole scenario had both Stu and Jill sexually aroused. I could see a good sized lump in Stu’s pants and Jill seemed to be giving off some sexual signals that weren’t there earlier.

Then I got the bright idea of suggesting that I join Alicia in the photo shoot. At first I was hesitant to bring it up. After all, it was her deal, and she might not want me horning in. But Stu had already taken just about every photo of Alicia’s naked body that was possible and I knew he was only prolonging the shoot so he could keep looking at her.

So I got brave and I proposed to Alicia first that I join her. My excuse was that we both should have some mementos of us together. She looked at Stu and asked if it was alright. He said she could do whatever she wanted but maybe he should send Jill home. Jill immediately spoke up and said she was OK with it. She had seen naked men before.

So I quickly disrobed and when I pulled my Jockey shorts down and my cock popped out and slapped back against my stomach, I could tell from the looks on both Jill and Stu’s faces that this might be a bit more than they bargained for. I think they both might have been expecting a flaccid dick to show up and weren’t quite ready for 7-inches of hard throbbing cock to be on display.

I moved over next to Alicia and her hand immediately went to my erect prick. She slowly and lovingly stroked it. My fingers found her clit and I worked it a bit. She then asked Stu if he would be ok with it if we actually performed sex with each other. She was obviously as horned up as I was. Stu again replied that we could do whatever we wanted.

Alicia then told Stu she would like to get some photos of her masturbating me. So I laid down on the chaise lounge and she kneeled between my legs and went to work on my dick. Stu instructed her to first pull the skin on my cock as far back as it would go and then hold it with her hand at the base while he clicked some photos. Then he had her slide her hand just up under the head and hold it again. Since these were still photos, she couldn’t actually jerk me off or her hand would just be a blur. I noticed that Jill had gotten up right next to the action so she didn’t miss a thing.

Then Alicia told Stu she wanted some photos of her sucking my cock. Same procedure. Take my cock to the balls down her throat and then more still shots of her tongue on the head of my prick. Stu happily clicked away and Jill kept feeding him film magazines that snapped onto the back of his Mamiya 645 Pro camera.

Alicia looked at the tent in Stu’s pants and the tense look on Jill’s face. My wife then shocked the hell out of me. She suggested that both of them would probably be a lot more comfortable if they shed their clothes. Her reasoning was that the two of us would probably be more uninhibited and more comfortable if everybody in the room was naked.

I could see doubt cloud Stu’s eyes, but Jill stripped off her clothes in an instant. Stu couldn’t be the only dressed person in the room so he began to reluctantly take off his clothes as well. When he got to the point of removing his boxers, I tossed out some encouraging words and down they came. Not surprisingly, his cock was rock hard and a very decent size. Very thick with a prominent head. I could tell that now that once he actually had his clothes off, he was comfortable being naked with an erect penis.

I checked out Jill’s body. She had a great pair of natural tits with no sag. Not too big but just perfect to my eye. Alicia had a great pair as well but being Asian they weren’t that big. But the advantage was that despite her age, they were still nice and perky.

Alicia wanted Stu to get more photos of her sucking and licking my cock and balls. So she went to town on my dick once again and every time Stu would reload his camera, she would go to town with some vigorous sucking. So much so, that I was afraid I might blow my load.

At one point she looked at Jill, who was intently watching, and asked if she would like a turn on my cock. I saw her eyes light up. Jill looked at Stu, I guess for approval, and he gave a slight nod. The next thing I knew, a fresh set of lips were sliding down my prick. Jill definitely knew how to suck dick. She squeezed my nuts and even ran the tip of her finger over my asshole.

Poor Stu. He was snapping away, trying to hold the camera with one hand while he stroked his dick with the other. Alicia came to the rescue and took his throbbing meat in hand and pumped away. She stood behind him and did a reach around, one hand on his dick and the other squeezing his nuts.

The poor guy must have been horned up way more than Alicia realized because after only a couple of minutes of stoking his cock, streams of semen jetted out all over the floor. Jill saw the cum flying out of his dick and actually gave the poor guy some shade for cumming so soon. Here comments were between sucking my dick to the balls.

Stu told her not to worry. He figured he had at least two more orgasms left in him. Jill lifted her mouth off of my cock and fell to her knees in front of Stu and took his dripping penis in her mouth. She sucked away until every drop of jism was drained from his prick.

I bent Alicia over the chaise lounge and ran my prick right into her cunt from the back. She was already so turned on that her pussy was sopping wet and all seven inches of my cock buried itself into her tight cunt. As I fucked away slowly I felt a pair of hands on my butt cheeks and then a wet tongue found its way right into my asshole. Wow, I had no idea Jill was such a hot little slut.

Then Stu came over to where I was fucking Alicia and slid his hard prick into her mouth. Jill also grabbed my nuts and rolled them around with her hand. I couldn’t take it anymore and shot a huge load of cum deep into Alicia’s womb. It felt incredible. And the more jism I pumped out, the more incredible it felt. Finally I pulled out and Jill immediately grabbed my wet cock, soaked in Alicia’s juices and my semen, and sucked me dry.

Stu pulled his prick out of my wife’s mouth and rolled her over onto her back and knelt between her legs and rammed his hard cock right into her sopping wet pussy. All thoughts of any more photos were long forgotten. Despite having orgasmed just a few minutes previously, before long Stu was screaming in ecstasy as another load of semen was pumped into Alicia’s willing pussy. Finally, exhausted, he pulled out and flopped onto his back next to my wife.

Now it was my turn for clean-up duty. I knelt next to Stu and took his wilting prick in my mouth and sucked away. His prick pulsated and I felt a small weak spurt of semen come into my mouth. I swallowed greedily and sucked away, hoping for more, but Stu was done for the moment. Jill had found a folded up moving blanket and spread it on the floor and she and Alicia were in the 69 position sucking each other’s clits and pussies like there was no tomorrow.

Stu was one orgasm ahead of me so I needed to catch up. I went over to the two writhing bodies on the moving blanket and slid my dick into Jill’s pussy, right past my wife’s tongue. After about five pumps I pulled out and slid it into Alicia’s mouth where she eagerly sucked me for a few strokes and then grabbed the shaft and inserted it back into Jill’s waiting cunt. We went back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore and focused on fucking that young girl’s sweet tight pussy. I was so jacked up and horny that my rigid cock exploded in Jill’s cunt and I flooded her with a giant load of love juice. She cried out and said she could feel each jet hit her womb.

The four of us lay there, totally exhausted and wondering how the day had managed to turn into such a mind-blowing fuck fest. But I don’t think any of us were done yet.

(Author’s note: While this story is a fantasy, my wife did go to a nude photo shoot that I attended. Although no sex took place, I had been very tempted to join in. My wife did fuck the photographer behind my back at a different session that I did not attend.)

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From An Early Age

Many people believe interest in sexual matters does not start until a child is well into the teen years. Not so.

I was eight. My parents were friends with another boy’s parents. He was eight years old also. Somehow, he and I were up in his bedroom while the parents were downstairs. For some reason we got naked. I forget why. It’s probably because he said we should do so, like some sort of game. So, it wasn’t really an accident that I saw his penis.

We started mock wrestling and rolling around together on his bed. While I didn’t stop to examine his erect little penis in detail, I found it fascinating. At one point, I saw his anus while my face was less than a foot away. I actually smelled the sweet odor. I was terribly turned on, although I had no idea what I was feeling at the time. I’ve been attracted to anuses, both male and female, ever since.

Several years later, I was in a very weird middle school situation (See “Integration”) in which I saw several boys of mixed stages of puberty all naked. That too, was a huge turn-on.

In my early teens, I started to have occasional mutual masturbation sessions with boys. In my later teens, I got involved with girls, but never totally lost my interest in boys.

At age 30, I married a beautiful woman with whom I am still totally happily married 36 years later.

Please understand that even though a young child may have sexual urges or interests, these should not be acted on in any way by adults. Even seemingly innocent sexual interactions can have unexpected long-lasting negative psychological impacts that can follow children all the way into adulthood. These can result in sexual confusion, broken marriages, ongoing irritability and even health issues.

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My Male-Male Massage

I was asked whether I’ve ever had a male-male massage.


The first time that happened I had been on business, away from my wife, on the island of Maui for several weeks. I was becoming horny, and wanking wasn’t feeling sufficient.

I saw an ad in a local newspaper by a male massage practitioner that hinted it would be more than an ordinary massage. This guy advertised tantra, colonics, and all sorts of things that are out of the ordinary for conservative massage practitioners. I didn’t really even know what these things were at the time, but got the idea that it was a very personal kind of treatment. The one thing that really got me was prostate massage. None of the personal services ads for women in the little newspaper advertised anything like that. They may have offered such services, but I didn’t know and didn’t want to have my expectations left unmet. So, whereas my preference was for a woman for sure, I thought I’d just go ahead and try this guy out. How bad could it be?

Now, I’m a guy who although I had jerked off with some buddies in my teen years, was pretty well geeked out by simply hugging a man in an embrace of friendship. I would never kiss a guy or anything like that. Yuck! Right?

So, when I came to this guy’s garden apartment, I was full of all sorts of emotions. On the one hand, knowing that a prostate massage was in store, I was sexually charged up. I mean, I didn’t even really know what a prostate massage was, but had a pretty good idea that I’d enjoy it in a sexual way. On the other hand, I was scared to death. Exactly why, I couldn’t tell you, but when I was greeted at the door by the guy, my voice was literally shaky. I really felt like saying, “This was a mistake” and turning around. Realizing how fucked up that would be, I didn’t do that.

He led me to a back bedroom with a sliding glass door opening onto a shared lawn/garden area. Surely the neighbors could see into this room. Yet, he had incense burning, light indistinct instrumental music, and the room was furnished darkly and calmly. He instructed me to remove my clothes, while he remained dressed in the typical Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

He was a white guy, mid-thirties, somewhat tall, thin, with moderate length curly dark blond hair, lightened from surfing, and a neatly trimmed beard.

So, he wanted me to take my clothes off, right in front of that big glass door, where everyone could see in. What exactly was I supposed to do? Briefly the idea of immediate flight came to me. But then, I realized that not only would it be impolite but downright shocking to the poor guy. I also noticed that although the door led to the garden, it was actually open, but a screen kept the bugs out. I assumed the screen might make it hard to see into the room also. Finally, it occurred to me that no one was actually in the yard. There was no one there to look at me, although people might show up at any time. Still thinking as fast as I could, feeling almost trapped in this crazy situation, I also realized that people in the complex must know what this guy does for a living. I didn’t know any of them, and they didn’t know me. I’d just be another client. They’d probably seen it all before. Or maybe not. Geez!

All this intense thinking happened within perhaps 60 seconds. At the end of the time, I figured there was only one way out. As the poet Robert Frost said, “The best way out is always through.” So I took off my shorts and shirt, and was naked as the day I was born. Somehow, I felt like an idiot. Like a child who did something naughty in school and would be called to the principal’s office.

The massage guy had me lay face down on his sheet-covered massage table. He went to work. I didn’t know what to expect. I mean, I had never had a professional massage, not even by a woman. Come to think of it, my girlfriends in the past, and my wife, had never actually massaged me.

The guy started on my back and my upper hands and my neck with his warm, oily hands, and I found it really quite pleasurable. I thought it would quite possibly geek me out beyond words. Nothing of the sort. It was just, well, nice!

He stepped along the table, and started working my feet. I thought they’d be ticklish as they usually are, but he was evidently an expert. His warm hands felt very comfortable on my feet. Who knew?

He worked up my lower legs, then my upper legs. Then, he started massaging my glutes, my ass muscles. A couple of times he kind of pulled my ass cheeks apart. I realized he could see my actual anus. I liked the idea. I wanted him to see it. How weird is that?

In fact, I wanted him to touch my anus, or the skin just around my anus. I knew from my wife and others that attention to that area can feel quite wonderful. But he wouldn’t do it. He kept kneading my ass muscles, but never actually touched my anus.

At one point, I felt one of his fingertips brush over the underside of my scrotum. It was such a light touch, so unexpected and yet so intense it was like an electric shock. It was just a fleeting touch, and lasted only a second. Then he returned to working on my ass muscles and upper thigh muscles. I really wouldn’t have minded if he’d somehow just stroke my scrotum like that again.

A moment later, he did. Then he stopped. I believe he was adding more oil to his hands. Then the most wonderful thing in the world happened. He started stroking my anus. My actual anus. It was just light stroking, but I was in absolute heaven. Except for one thing. I felt my penis hardening under my tummy, and it was kind of squished.

I figured that under the circumstances the massage guy must know what was happening, so I went ahead and lifted my butt off the table for a moment to better reposition my cock, which by now was fully hard.

He continued to stoke my anus, and now, his forefinger was pausing momentarily at the very opening of my anus on each stroke, and soon, he was poking in maybe a centimeter or so. I was rapidly deciding that this would not be my last man-to-man massage ever. I was already thinking of booking another appointment, which is weird, because at the start of this thing, I was telling myself it it would just be an experiment. I would probably not like it, and would never do it again.

It might have been another five minutes before his finger was reaching well into my butt and literally massaging my prostate gland. I never knew it could feel like that – a sort of gotta pee feeling, but much better. Then, he had two fingers in me. Oh my god, so amazing!

After a minute, it was starting to feel kind of scratchy. I guess the anal tissue can take only so much, at least if not practiced. I know gay guys do anal intercourse and everything, so they must get used to it. It’s like volleyball. At first the bumping of the ball off your forearms hurts, but in time, it doesn’t hurt at all. So, I decided something else: I would like more anal fingering in the future. My wife had offered to do that to me once or twice in the past and like an idiot, I always said, “Oh, no thanks!”

All too soon the massage guy had me roll over. I was reluctant because he’d see my erection. I felt a sort of shame, like ‘should I be seen by this guy having an erection from attention by a male?’ I know that’s silly, but that’s what I was feeling. I mean, surely he saw erections every day, but for me it was a first, and a rather scary first indeed.

But what was I going to do, say no? Of course not, with all the prostate massage, I was so super-horny there’s no way I’d stop whatever was going to happen next.

As I rolled over, I felt wetness under me. I didn’t quite understand at the time, but the prostate massage had caused some semen to be squeezed out of the gland, through my urethra and onto the sheet under me. I know now that’s fairly common and natural.

So there I was laying on my back with probably the hardest erection I had ever had in my life sticking straight up in front of this massage guy. And, come to think of it, I could be seen by anyone who might be in the garden just ten feet away. I didn’t dare look out the door to see if anyone was there.

Normally, when I’m laying on my back with an erection, my cock lays against my stomach. Today, it was sticking straight up like a flagpole. Evidently, it was possible to get harder than I normally did, resulting in this real, true, sticking straight up erection.

The massage guy surprised me by ignoring my erection altogether. I thought he was going to give me a handjob or something, which I really, really wanted at that point. But no. Instead he was massaging my arms, my legs, my chest, the palms of my hands, my fingers, my toes, even my face, but not my cock. I became conscious of the time. Was my hour nearly up? Was I going to go through all this remarkably amazing attention and not even end up with an orgasm?

I needn’t have worried. After a while he did something so weird that I have jacked off several times just remembering it. He started massaging my scrotum with his slippery, oily hands. Then, he was massaging my balls within my scrotum. They were slipping back and forth between his thumbs and fingertips like wet bars of soap. It was almost too much. It was almost hurting, but not quite.
Bang, I came! He hadn’t even touched my cock, yet I was shooting semen four or five centimeters straight up, which splashed back down onto my belly. I was squirming, I was yelling, I was laughing.

Well, that was the best massage of my life. Hell, it was the only massage I had ever had, but I knew for sure it would not be my last. I should say it was the best orgasm of my life, and that includes all the things I’ve done with my wife. I mean, it was literally better than intercourse. And to think, it was with a man, not a woman!

As that orgasm was happening, the massage guy kept kneading my balls. He wasn’t touching my dick at all. That was a little frustrating. You know how when you cum, you want to keep stroking until it’s finished, right? Yet, he just let me cum like that without touching my dick.

As I calmed down, he let go of my balls, and then, he wrapped a fist around my still hard cock. In the past, when a girlfriend or my wife did that, it was unbearable. You know, when you cum, you’re done. No more touching, thank you very much!

But not this time. His hand was oily and warm, and felt really, really nice. He started stroking up and down, as if I hadn’t just cum. Oh my god. I thought it would be unbearable, or ticklish or something, but it was super-wonderful. Guess what? Within a minute, I came again. It was the first time in my life that I had two orgasms in a row.

He continued to simply hold my penis for another minute as I settled down again, then he quietly told me I could stay on his table as long as I wanted, then use his shower when I was ready. He left the room.

I did stay there perhaps 5 minutes, then I did use his shower. I paid him, I thanked him profusely, and I did indeed book another appointment.

So that’s what it was like for me to be massaged by a male.

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Sex in High School

By Spurtz

Because it was quite some time ago, I’m not really sure what age I was when girls first started giving me sexual urges. I’m guessing it was likely about 13. About the same time I first became capable of ejaculating.

At that time the popular shoes for almost all high school girls were ballet style slippers. The front of the shoe was cut so close to the front that the individual back part of the girl’s toes were visible. I’ve tried to find a photo showing this style of shoe but none of the photos I found of that style of shoe have been cut back far enough for any toes to show.

Sexy ballet shoe toes

Anyway, where I am going with this is that seeing the toes would give me hard-ons in class. And since 90% of the girls in class were wearing them, there was no shortage of hard-on material. This was obviously the beginning of what later blossomed into a full-on foot fetish. But I am getting ahead of myself.

One of the major problems of getting an erection in class was that teen dicks, when hard, want to point straight up, right at the belly button. If my dick happened to be pointing down my pant leg when soft, once it started to get hard, my pants would keep it from getting where it needed to go. The result could be painful. Hard dicks do not want to be held down, especially during teenage years.

Any attempt to get it repositioned into a more comfortable location was defeated by tight jeans. In reality, the jeans would need to be unbuttoned and pulled down and then the hard cock could be pulled into an upright position. Of course, doing that in class was not possible. So I either had to hope it would go soft, or wait until class was over and rush to the boy’s room holding my books in front of my crotch to hide my hard-on.

I finally wised up and would position my cock before class started so that if it got hard, it had room to grow. Which was smart because I got hard in almost every class.

I had one pair of pants that had a good sized hole in the right pocket. While sitting in class I would work the head of my cock through the hole so that I could massage the head. I could also massage the frenulum and the coronal ridge, the two most sensitive areas. I could even jack it a bit but not a full stroke.

I would take a seat in the back of the class at the far right. This way nobody was behind me or to my right and no one was in a position to wonder what my right hand was doing in my pocket.

On a couple of occasions I carried this fondling too far. Once you get to that point where it is obvious an orgasm is imminent, there are only two things you can do. Stop rubbing your dick which doesn’t stop the orgasm. It just partially ruins it. Or you can keep on stimulating your hard penis resulting in a full-on glorious cumshot right in your pants pocket. Which is what I did. I knew I was going to cum anyway so no reason to lessen the enjoyment by stopping.

I always wondered if anybody noticed my body stiffen or my eyes roll back in my head as spurt after spurt of semen filled up my pants pocket. According to data on the internet, adolescent semen volume is about 1.0 ml where an adult’s is about 2.5 ml. So fortunately I wasn’t dumping that much cum in my pants pocket. I was usually able to get to the boy’s room after class and clean out my pants pocket with toilet tissue and luckily it didn’t seep through two layers or cloth and leave a visible stain.

I can’t recall if I ever actually exposed my cock in a class. If I did, it was in a way that nobody knew it. I never saw any of my classmates exposing their dick heads although I’m sure it must have happened.

At this same age of about 13, my best friend named Denny and I were approached by an older kid of about 15 as we were leaving school to walk home. We really didn’t know this kid that well but had seen him around. He started walking with us and at one point directed us to follow him into a dense shrub area telling us he had something to show us. As we got out of sight of anybody else, he kneeled down and directed us to do the same.

The kid unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis. This was a long time ago but I still remember to this day being very shocked at what he was doing. Back then kids just didn’t so stuff like that. He then invited Denny and me to take out our cocks and join him in jacking off. We both declined to participate. At that age I was way too shy to ever expose my dick to anybody. And even though Denny and I were the closest of buds, neither of us had ever seen each other’s dicks. Hard or soft.

However, despite being shocked to the core, we were both fascinated at what the kid was doing. I can’t speak for Denny but I had never seen any other kid’s dick, much less one that was fully erect and being masturbated for my pleasure as well as the dick owner’s pleasure.

At that age it doesn’t take very long to cum and in less than a minute the kid was pumping several streams of jism onto the ground. When he was finished he wiped his dick clean with a piece of paper he had, put his dick away, zipped up, and got up and left without a word.

Denny and I continued our walk home and not a word was shared between us about what had just occurred. As soon as I got home I went to my room and jacked off. Both parents worked and got home later so I had the place to myself. I had a three year younger sister but she was nowhere to be seen.

I never had any sexual contact with her. The closest I ever came was one time we were both alone in the house. I had been playing with my dick and was feeling horny and I walked to the door to her room with my erect cock sticking out of my pants and said something stupid like “Look at this!” She screamed and slammed the door shut. Nothing ever came of it, so either she never told our mother or if she did, mom decided it was no big deal.

About this same time another friend named Donnie and I used to let a younger kid hang with us. We told him that the two of us had formed a secret “club.” He pestered the shit out of us to join the club. Finally, out of the blue, Donnie told him he could join our club if he sucked both our dicks. This frankly shocked me. I wasn’t really ready to expose my teen dick to any other boys. But once the kid agreed to it, I had to go through with it. I had a stopwatch and the kid only agreed to have our dicks in his mouth for 30 seconds. I went first. My cock was hard and the kid put it in his mouth but didn’t suck it or move his head at all. So it was really nothing. After the 30 seconds was up he moved to Donnie and did the same thing. All in all, very disappointing.

Again, none of this was ever discussed and nothing close to it was ever repeated.

By the time I was 15 I had actually fucked five different girls, one of whom was my regular high school girl friend. One was a cute hooker that I and two other guys picked up. Another was a girl who was hitchhiking her way from New York to Florida with another teen. And one was another of my high school classmates. And last but not least was a very young teen who got my virginity by coming by a gas station where I worked and made it obvious that she wanted my cock inside her.

My girlfriend and I fucked every chance we could get. Mostly in my car (you could drive at 15 in my state at the time) which was an 11 year old Ford coupe. She also baby sat a lot which was really great because then we could do it on a bed or sofa. As the relationship progressed she spent a lot of time at my house where I lived with my parents. The house had a basement accessed by stairs from the kitchen. The basement had a pool table where we ostensibly spent a lot time down there playing pool while mom was in the kitchen making dinner directly above us.

Every time we ever went down there, I would bend her over the pool table and fuck her doggy style. Thankfully my mom never elected to come down while we were there. If she had, I’m not sure I could have put my dick away in time. Plus there would likely have been some pussy aroma that gave us away.

A great amount of the fucking we did was done with me fully clothed. I would just unzip and take my dick out, not even dropping my pants. My gf’s pussy generated quite a bit of pussy cream that ended up staining the fly area on my pants. It took a full washing to get it out so I knew my mom had to see those white stains and knew what we were doing. She probably assumed it was cum.

As a 15 or 16 year old kid, I was fucking her a minimum of four or five times a week. I never used a condom and somehow managed to get away with it for close to six years before I knocked her up. We were already engaged to be married and went ahead with it. Then my sperm must have kicked into high gear because in the next five years we had three kids and two abortions.

Overall, I had a pretty interesting sex life for a high school kid. Looking back the one thing I regret was that I never was involved in any circle jerks or jerking off with a bud or any other M2M stuff. No mutual blowjobs either. The “club” incident does not count as a blowjob in my opinion.

I’ve often wondered how many high school boys have secretly jacked off in class. And also how many teachers have been aware of the many hard-ons that were taking place in the class room.

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Gay Lewis In His Wheelchair

I wanted to become a photographer. I supposed any sort of photographer would do, but if my wildest fantasy was to come true, I’d specialize in photographing men. Naked men. But of course that was not to be. Someone who grows up like me in a series of foster homes doesn’t get any kind of a silver spoon.

I was so typical. I never graduated high school. I hung around with, well anyone who was cool in my opinion, basically loser dropouts. Maybe it was because I didn’t have parents to influence me. Maybe it was just my surroundings. But I had this photography dream. I was sure drugs and alcohol would kill that. So I didn’t even smoke cigarettes. I mean, I’ve had ugly dreams about finally making it as a photographer, then dying of lung cancer before I could fully enjoy my success. My friends though I was crazy. Maybe I was, but it just seemed less crazy than the shit they were doing.

Back to reality. I was not a photographer. Oh, I did take pictures, and was so thankful to be in modern times. Do you know that photographers had to mess around in dark rooms with chemicals until about 20 years ago? They had tanks and trays and things and had to keep everything just the right temperature. I think maybe I would have liked that. Who knows? On the other hand, they had to pay for supplies. Every picture they took cost money. How could they afford all that?

I did, however, have to earn a living. From my background, going to college was out of the question. I was not going to earn a living by selling heroine on the street corners. I was not going to steal anything. So what was left? Nothing, that’s what! Well, I guess there was the military, but that’s not really my cup of tea.

When I was really getting desperate, trying to decide whether the Marines, Navy, Army or Coast Guard would be the least objectionable option and worried about how they’d handle a gay guy, I came across an ad for a caregiver.

I knew there’s no way the guy would accept a gay, uneducated orphan, but I went ahead and wrote back. I mean, all it took was a minute to reply. One thing one of my foster mothers taught me is that if you try enough long-shots, something might just hit the target.

The guy wrote back all suspicious. I answered him anyway. He wrote again, I wrote back again. This went on for a week. I was actually enjoying the e-conversation, even though it wasn’t going to amount to anything. It’s not like I had something more important to do.

Guess what? They guy said, ‘Come on over.’

Well, I went on over. I was a half-hour late. I mean, I started out early enough, but the bus system here is, well, less than ideal. I figure that was the end of it. Half-hour late. Come on, like why did I even bother?

I rang the doorbell of a surprisingly large house, and it took like a full minute for the guy to answer. He was, just like I knew, in a wheelchair. I expected an all fat, pasty, bent-over guy. No, he was really quite handsome and not much older than me. Maybe mid-twenties.

He greeted me with a scowl. But it was a joke. He then broke into a big smile, and welcomed me into his home with open arms. That’s who Lewis is. He is always happy and friendly. How a guy who was born in a wheelchair can be like that beats me. I mean, if I had spina bifida, I’d be grouchy most of the time. Mad at the world. Not Lewis.

We talked. I told him about my dream to become a photograper. Of course I didn’t mention the part about wanting to specialize in naked men. I’m not an idiot. He told me about his business which he conducts entirely from a laptop. I didn’t realize it at first but the whole house was his. I thought maybe he must have had roommates to afford such a place. The money for the whole place came through a little 15-inch laptop. How cool is that?

To keep the length of this account reasonable, let me just say that I moved in as one of his caretakers. He has five. We each work 8-hour shifts, and kind of divide up the weekends. You’d think I’d get a swing shift, or maybe nighttimes, but I ended up working from 7:30 in the morning to 4:30, five days a week. You might find it interesting that the other four were all female. Later, Lewis admitted that he wanted me to be a woman also, but some of the women were having trouble lifting him, so he wanted the daytime caregiver to be stronger. That’s the guy who has to give him baths. Not my idea of a good time, but whatever, right?

A few weeks in, As I was carefully dumping him into the tub, I got the crazy notion to take my shirt off first. That’s because every time I got it wet, which was kind of miserable. Lewis complimented my abs. Whatever.

My pants were still getting splashed most of the time, plus I was doing everything at arms length, trying to adequately bath Lewis without getting wetter than I had to.

Lewis and I were becoming fast friends. Now, you’d think him being crippled and all, that I’d keep my distance or something. And I tried to, but I really enjoyed talking with Lewis. He was a brain and I learned a lot from this man who had seldem even been out of his house.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but one day I found myself bathing him in only my underpants, and all was well. A couple of weeks later, I decided that since he’s always nude during the baths, I might as well be also. Lewis didn’t complain. Far from it.

One day, out of the blue, he asked me what my cock looks like when it’s hard. I mean, he just came right out and asked. I kind of muttered some sort of nothing, like, “Oh, I guess it’s alright.”

Then, I don’t know what came over me but I just came right out and asked, “So with you and your condition, can you get erections?”

That was the door opener. He admitted that he gets sort of hard sometimes, rarely, but that’s all.

“What about orgasms?” I had to know.

Lewis, being the honest man he is just went ahead and told me. “From all I can see from porn and so on, it seems I don’t have orgasms like men normally do. Oh, I feel something. It’s kind of a very nice extended tickle. That’s all.”

I kind of knew, because he had told me early on that the reason he wears adult diapers is because he can’t feel his bladder. He doesn’t know when he needs to pee. It just comes out. Well, I was glad he could have some sort of orgasm. Maybe, and I wasn’t sure about this at all, the tickle thing he was talking about was an orgasm just like I feel. Or, maybe not.

He broke me out of my musings by adding something else that just floored me. I was like, ‘poor guy.’

“Because of my hands – you know the way they are – I haven’t been able to masturbate for years. In fact even as a teenager, it wasn’t very satisfactory.”

I was kind of tongue-tied. What do you do with a good friend tells you something like that? I sort of stupidly offered my condolences, as if someone had died. Then, as usual, I got him out of the tub, dried, dressed, and back into his wheelchair.

I was me who instigated the next sexual talk a few days later. “Hey Lewis, what about the four women? Have you ever asked for maybe a handjob from one of the caregivers?”

“I’m gay.”

Jeez! I had no idea. All this time, and I never knew. It was time for me to let my own cat out of the bag.

“Me too.”

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“I just did. From the first day you gave me a bath. There was something. Something about the way you respected me. No, something else. Maybe the way you looked at me. Hell, I don’t know. I just knew.”

That was the end of the conversation. Neither of us said anything about it for around a week, although I felt like our friendship had gone to a much deeper level. Imagine having a friend who you can confide in like that!

Then, again at bath time, “Hey, do you remember when I asked what your cock looks like when it’s erect?”

“Um, yeah.” I mean how could I forget? I had jerked off several times remembering that conversation, and wishing I had answered differently. Like I could have said something like, “Sure, wanna see?” But no, stupidly, I just mumbled something and let the moment slip away.

“I was serious. I want to see it hard.”

It doesn’t take an engraved invitation. “Well, OK then!” I answered, laughing. Sitting right there on the side of the tub, I started stroking and was erect in less than a minute. It was somehow glorious to have him intently watching me like that. A moment later, I was yelling with joy and squirting cum into the tub.

After I calmed down, I knew I couldn’t leave it at that. What about Lewis? So, I carted him into his room, laid him on his bed, and gave him the blowjob of his life. I knew it was the best he ever had, because by his own admission, he claimed he had never had a blowjob.

I think, but am not sure, that he got a little bit erect in my mouth. I didn’t care. His soft dick was very nice to suck on. Oh, I had sucked my fair share of good and firm dicks at the various foster homes, but I actually enjoyed his soft little thing more.

After maybe five minutes, Lewis started kind of squirming and moaning and laughing too, and with his barely effective hands firmly pushed my head away. He had an orgasm. His version of an orgasm. To this day, I don’t know if he had cum in my mouth or not. If so, it was only a drop or two.

Time went on. Our afternoons turned into a regular thing. It got to where I was butt-fucking him on a fairly regular basis, and he was loving it. One time – just once – he sqirted cum out just like a fully-functional example of maleness. It was a delight to see.

Speaking of maleness, he was a grand example. Oh, he couldn’t operate a drill, pound nails or even type with all his fingers, but he was a man, through and through.

One of his female caretakers, Sylvia, was of Hispanic descent, and beautiful if you like the female form. Somehow, she didn’t know he and I were fucking around. With my cock buried in his ass and my tongue in his mouth, she burst into his room one day with an armful of clean clothes. She was paralized with one hand on the doorknob, and just stood there for like five seconds, before turning away and closing the door.

I was mortified. Lewis on the other hand, just laughed, saying, “She’d have to find out eventually.” A few days later he reported that everything was the same as usual with her, although she admitted happiness knowing that he was getting some sexual outlet.

I was still a hobbyist photographer. One day I brought my camera. I thought Lewis would enjoy seeing it. He asked whether there was film in it.

“It’s digital, silly.”

“I know, it’s just an expression. I mean, do you want to take some pictures?”

“Of what?”

“Of me. Didn’t you say you’d like to take pictures of naked men. Well, I’m naked.”

Why had it never occurred to take pictures of Lewis? Of course, what a great idea.

So I took a bunch of dignified pictures of him in his wheelchair – naked of course. I also took pictures of him on the sofa, curled up in his bed, and even some with a self-timer of us together. One showed me with an obvious erection. My god, even though he and I were having all the sex we could eat, I jerked off big-time that night to my own picture.

Little did I know he was going to post pictures of himself – none including me – online. He said something about a ‘wonderful photographer’ taking the pictures.

One day, he just came out with, “Do you remember when I first took your cock in my ass?”

“Certainly.”

“Did it seem easy to you?”

“I don’t get it.”

“I mean, you’d have expected to have to go really slowly with a virgin, right?”

What the fuck? What was he saying?

It took a couple of minutes during which Lewis seemed unusually shy. Then he told me the whole story. Unlike me, he has a father. I’ve met the guy. He seems really nice. He’s obviously loving to his son. I’ve met his mother also. Good people.

“When I was still with my parents, they expressed concern that I wouldn’t have a normal sex life. Ok, well I have to admit this. When I turned eighteen, they came to me one day and wanted to know to what degree I could function sexually. My own parents, by God! Of course I was shocked, but I trusted them. Over the course of weeks, we enbarked on a set of experiments to see what could be done. They both tried giving me handjobs, testicle massages, fingers in the butt, oral sex and so on. It ended up with my father butt-fucking me while my mother watched. I loved that, but it freaked them out, so it only happened once.

You might think I’d be mad at him for not telling me before, but after being shocked for a moment, then trying to imagine the scene of my dear Lewis getting butt-fucked by his father with his mother looking on, it made me very horny. I was more in love with Lewis than ever.

Time moved on. We considered legally marrying, but it seemed too problematic. However, for all intents and purposes, we were married.

One day the phone rang, not for Lewis, but for me. He handed me the phone. It seems a gay couple who had seen the pictures of Lewis that I had taken, and wanted me to photograph them. They owned an art gallery. It was to be their anniversary present to each other.

I asked if Lewis could watch the photoshoot, and they were delighted. Frankly, I was nervous. I had never actually done a truly professional photo shoot before. I had arranged a couple of stools in the seldom-used family room in the big house, had the men remove their clothes, and expected them to pose various ways on the stools. One of the guys was immediately erect. The other became erect a moment later. I took the pictures while Lewis not only watched, but clapped his crippled hands together in hooting, laughter and applause.

Not knowing anything about the actual busines of photography, I emailed the guys their photos, and charged them $100. Later I found out that as a celebrity photographer, I could have charged ten times as much.

Did I mention ‘celebrity’ photographer? Well, here’s what happened. They printed the photos, hung them in their gallery, and sold prints almost immediately. That in turn brought me more business to the point where Lewis and I bought the house next door and turned it into a studio. It’s been four years, and I have people flying in from all over the world to have their photos taken. You’ll note I said ‘people’ not ‘men.’ Whereas I prefer men, a number of lesbian women and hetero couples have me photograph them as well. I don’t mind.

One final detail: Two of Lewis’ former female caregivers had their pictures taken with clothes on, and have now embarked on their own careers as models.

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Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

I found this thread on Reddit:

Have you ever had an experience where you masturbated with a friend or family member? Were you just doing it in the same room as them, or were they doing it as well? Was it a positive experience for you?


I was playing stripping cards with a friend. He lost and was left naked with a hard-on. I offered the last hand. If I lose, then I will take off my clothes. If he loses, then he will masturbate. He lost and had to jerk off in front of me. I joined in.

Since then, we have been watching porn and jerking off together.


My roommate and I do it occasionally. You really get to know somebody when you watch each other have an orgasm. It’s a very vulnerable and intimate thing you’re allowing someone to see and leads to greater intimacy, even if plutonic like we are.


Omg, I think I just fell in love with the level of emotional maturity you’ve just demonstrated


My friend (M) and I (M) helped each other jerk off while thinking of the same person. He jerked off mine, and me, his! 🥰🙈


That’s the best!


We had a scout group, and we did circle jerks. It was much fun.


Sounds rad!


Hot id love to hear about it


With a friends many times. We used to have “circle jerk” events back in the days. Sometimes even one female friend joined us.


I did with a female cousin back when we were both 18. She was staying over at my place because her parents were out of town and she didn’t want to stay in the house by herself.

While I went to the store to get us some beer (it was legal to drink at 18 then.) She went to the bathroom, which was off of my bedroom, and saw my stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines. When I got back, she was sitting on the couch looking at them. Her parents were highly religious and didn’t have such sinful things like that around the house.

After a couple of beers (she wasn’t used to drinking then), she asked me if I masturbated to these women. I told her that I did and she asked me to show her. I thought “what the hell” and pulled it out. After a few minutes, she had her hands down her shorts.

I told her that it wasn’t fair that she could see me, but I couldn’t see her. She took off her pants and shirt and I did likewise. We just sat on the couch watching each other cum.


That’s pretty kinky. I’ve read a lot of women’s first masturbation stories from them finding a dirty magazine. lol


Damn if I were you, I would be beating off to that memory for a long time


So fucking hot


While in university, my friend(M) and I(F) were watching TV at my place. I got super horny and I started masturbating but I don’t think he noticed. I got close to cumming and he noticed when I started writhing but I couldn’t stop. He just watched me as I came. We eventually hooked up a couple of times and we’re still great friends so I think it was positive.


Me and my best friend when we were younger. Watched and helped each other many times


Did once with a friend drunk after a night out, we started talking about our wife’s and how they like to be fucked..he said he was hard and started wanking he told me to do the same so I did..as he wanked he confessed how he’d love to fuck my wife, we both ended up cumming and then he said he was off to bed to fuck his wife. 5 minutes later I could hear her moaning and screaming it was real hot


With my best buddy growing up, we’d jerk each other off all the time until we got older and got girlfriends. Always wanted too do it again and might have a new buddy who might be into it but taking it easy to test it out


Many times. Best was a JO bud from high school who became a roommate after graduation. We’d get high, watch porn, and would eventually stop down and start stroking. Ofc we stroked each other as well. Great time in life.


Yeah. A few JO buds over the years. My best friend and I many times together. Got pretty erotic. I think about it fondly.


Could use a few of those too, lucky man


I was at a female neighbor ‘s house when I was a young teen. She was 18 & her younger sister was there. Also some other teens from the neighborhood. We played doctor which led to group masturbation. I still jerk to that memory today.


Thats insane 🤯


Truthfully speaking I had a best friend that I masturbated with and had sex with. She and I would watch each other masturbate sometimes. It was fun but she is deceased now. Those were good times.


I have with a few friends. We’re very open about it and have a positive attitude about masturbating and sex.


Yeah. Playing with ourselves usually turned into playing with each other, though.


Masturbated with a friend. We had been watching some porn and that led to us just masturbating during the porn watching. It was a fun night.


I masturbated with my step-sister a lot, growing up and my half-sister when I was older. It was fantastic!!


Would love to hear more about it!


I lived with my step-sister, growing up. She was younger, but we started masturbating together when I was 12. My half-sister is also younger. We didn’t start until we were both adults (I was 30, she was in college)


I had sex with a guy when a friend was sleeping in the same room 😜


How did you guys finished? Did he came inside of you?


Yeah… in fact I think my friend overheard the bumping, but she never mentioned it 🫢


Did you cum too?


Putting a pillow on my face, yeah


Was it hard to keep quiet when he was pounding your pussy?


I had to bite my lips so hard 🫢


I’ve jerked with friends Several times. I loved it..So much more fun with company


Growing up, I did with my brother and it was really good for learning some stuff


Many times with both but my 1st time was when I was still in school. My best friend (m) and I(m) had a fort in the woods stocked with dirty mags we took from the garbage that his dad threw away. After school, we’d drop our stuff off at our houses and go straight to our fort. It started out by just looking at them and talking.Eventually, we started getting naked and while looking at the mags, we also looked at each other. He was rather thin but had a pretty big cock and nice little ass. After a few times of doing this… I became the bold one and sat next to him while we were both naked. I nervously reached over and touched his balls and cock! It was amazing to say the least!! He eventually did the same to me..it felt so wrong, but sooo good!! We made each other cum many times!! A few of the pages even got stuck together (lol). One day, we decided to step it up. Looking at the women sucking cock, we.figured, lets try it! We did and feeling his cock in my mouth was so hot!! He loved licking my balls as well!!Our favorite thing to do was 69. Though at the time, we never came in each others mouths, it was usually on each others stomachs or chests and eventually on each others asses.!Im stroking my cock right now remembering this…ive told my wife about this many many years ago and to this day, her and I love sucking cocks together. The only thing different now, is, I swallow!!


Friend yes it was great


I’ve had several jerk off buddies. My first one and I would trade handies and blow jobs too


A friend a few times, once with a Craigslist hookup. Both doing it, but we just watched each other. No physical contact.


Did it with a friend at the same time but in different rooms. We were too nervous to do it in front of each other lol we started and finished about the same time


Yes, multiple people and multiple times. It was fun.


I’ve had a jerk buddy since young, older guy I would go and watch porn at his house and jerk off while we watch, now a days we still jerk sessions but not as often as before


Growing up me and my sis and cuz! That went on for a while!


Had a neighbor when I was in grade school we used to look at magazines and jerk off.


I haven’t yet but my aunt is visiting right now and she’s so hot I’d love to watch her finger herself, already stole a pair of her panties and she smells so good 😩


My sister and I have been doing this for almost 3 weeks now.


A few months ago I jacked off with my mom’s boyfriend. He had some old porn that we watched on his VCR. As bad as porn was in the 80s and 90s it was still pretty hot. We both jacked ourselves off. I had never seen another man cum in person. He is bi. I consider myself very straight, but I did like watching him!


My cousin and I used to masturbate together while his mom was taking to mine in another room. And we’d also hug nude so our dicks rubbed together. Then we moved and I met a friend who showed me porn and we came together everyday and eventually led to him fucking my little sister while I fucked his little sister right next to them.


Female
I and my 19yo son have been living a nudist Sex Positive Lifestyle for 3 months and we occasionally masturbate at the same time, it’s fun and we both enjoy it!


This is so wonderful and sexy. You are a great mom to encourage the sex positivity. I wish I wasn’t from such an uptight family.


Female

Amazing, what a great life 💕


My best friend, once. We never did it again or even mentioned it. In hindsight I’m glad I did it once but I was pretty weirded out after for awhile.


Same. And every post like this leaves me wondering if it’s him telling his side of it. But there are probably millions of us with the same story, so obviously unlikely. I kinda wished we’d talked about it afterwards though. Probably would have made things less awkward.


With college roommates and 1 close friend


I (m) once played a random game of strip poker with two co-workers (f). I lost while one of them was shirtless, the other bottomless. They taunted me into jacking off in front of them. I did. At first they giggled, but the bottomless one clearly was getting into it and casually rubbed herself which caused me to ejaculate all over the carpet of their dorm room (we were military). It was fun. It never went any further than that but it’s a great memory.


I used to masturbate with a friend and snuggle for a while, but since our respective heart attacks, it’s just too much exertion for us at 70+ y.o..


Me and my cousin used to masterbate together when we were younger. Did it for years before he stopped wanting too id sometimes even give him blowjobs and he’d return the favor with hand jobs. Was fun now that I’m older I really wanna see if I could give him another blow job. Besides being my cousin those early experiences shaped my type in guys lol I love them blond like he was


I had a stroke buddy i middle school.. led to him sucking me. Wish I had a JO/suck buddy now, male or female. So hot laying back getting sucked looking at porn mags (yeah I am that old we still had magazines back then. Lol)


When I was 14 or 15 years old I’d spend the weekend at my maternal grandmother’s house. After doing chores for her all day She’d pour a bath for me and when it was ready she’d call me into the bathroom, vigorously get me undressed which would arouse me. She’d say can’t wait to get into your bath huh? She’d give about 20 minutes and then she’d knock and say let’s get you washed young man. She could wash a mother fucker good!! She’d encourage me to grab my rock hard cock while she wash my balls and ass. It would feel sooooo fuckin good. Then she’d towel me off and say I was going to sleep like a baby…. BTW, she was HOT!!


Many friends i masterbated with and loved it


Jerked off with my grandpa. It was so nice.


Me and my six friends would go to a public sex house in the woods (an abandoned house where you can fuck any age person boy or girl) and would jerk each other off and let grown men join. BTW keep in mind we were all 13 . We would eat each others ass and cum on each others face


Hell yeah. Figuring out the Playboy channel was some magical shit.


Friends, yes. Always a great time with my one of my buddies.


I wish I want to masturbate with a friend or family member, but I have had no such luck, yet. maybe in the future, I will get an opportunity if not a family member, then a friend, but I want to try mutual masturbation with someone who am comfortable with.


Yes to a family member and friends.

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Falling in a Cold Lake with an Old Dude

This is another true story from a client. I particularly enjoyed transcribing this one for you.

I used to hate my skinny build and blond hair. I mean, why did my hair have to be almost white? Oh, I know, both of my parents are Scandinavian.

When I was 12 I got my first guitar. I became pretty good at that guitar fairly quickly, and started getting positive attention from everyone. Then, being different – short, skinny, and with light blond hair was a good thing.

My parents let me grow my hair long, like a musician, and suddenly, I was the hit of the party. Every party. I was being paid to perform. Oh, not much. $75 here, and $100 there. But the people, especially the girls, seemed to be quite attracted to the guy on the stage – the little guy with the ivory hair! So, now, I very much like the way I look.

Besides guitar, I also like winter camping. I guess it is the Norwegian and Swedish in me.

I’m in college right now, studying music of course. Did you know that with a Master’s in music, you can be addressed as “Doctor?” True enough. But I don’t care about that. I plan to be a music teacher. I love teaching almost as much as I love playing. Correct that. I actually like teaching more. I don’t like having to travel to venues to play. If I could live my life with students coming to my house to learn music, well, that would be fine with me.

Oh, winter camping. I get off-topic easily. So, during the Christmas break, one of my professors invited me to go camping with him. He has a cabin in the Adirondacks that is accessible unless there is a big storm. As the last week before the vacation approached, I was so hoping it wouldn’t snow.

Professor Jim, as everyone calls him, is a really nice guy. He’s not one of those teachers who singles people out. He isn’t a yeller. He explains things so you really get them. And, did I mention he can play flamenco better than anyone on earth? Or so it seems to me. He is like an older version of me in a way. He is also around 5’7″, thin, but white-haired. I mean really white. Not light blond. He also has a white beard, which I think is quite attractive. If I were an old woman, I’d totally go for him.

Professor Jim doesn’t know about winter camping, and wants me to instruct him. Imagine, I’ll be teaching the professor something!

The day finally came, and we drove up in his Mercedes. Actually, I mostly drove, and he sat in the passenger seat, basically talking music all the way, which I loved, of course. He mostly talked about his specialty. The class I’m taking from him isn’t part of the traditional music curriculum, but it ought to be. He teaches how to be a music teacher.

Anyway, we got there, built a big fire in the fireplace, and while the cabin was heating up, we decided to go canoeing. He has a little canoe tied up to his dock. The lake, more of a big pond really, was about half iced over. So, we figured we’d go noodle around in the water for a while, where the water was mostly clear.

It turns out Jim doesn’t know anything about canoing. We weren’t in the water more than five minutes, and perhaps fifteen feet offshore, when he managed to tip the damn thing over. That water was the coldest thing I have ever experienced in my life. I mean, literally, painfully cold.

I cramped up immediately. Fortunately, the bottom was only about 4 or 5 feet below us, so as soon as we gained our footing, we ran or mostly hobbled back to the shore, and into the cabin.

We immediately threw off all our clothing onto the carpet, grabbed the towels out of the bathroom and huddled near the fire. The fire hadn’t heated the cabin very much yet, but we could feel a bit of warmth up close to the hearth. It wasn’t enough. We were both shivering big-time. Professor Jim ran to the bedroom, grabbed some blankets, and spread them out on the floor in front of the fireplace. He then said, I should climb into the blankets with him.

I wasn’t objecting. There was nothing sexy, nothing gay, about it. We were both deathly cold. So cold, we might have died if we didn’t huddle together under those blankets. So we did. I curled up, and he hugged up behind me. We started to warm up, and after a while, we fell asleep.

In a while, maybe it was an hour, I woke up, and then I started to feel a bit weird. I knew it might have saved our lives, but still, it was strange indeed to be huddled with my old teacher. And then it dawned on me. The solid thing I felt pressing against my lower back was his dick! He had a hardon, and it was pressing against me. Geez! Worse, I was erect too. I just noticed that. What was I doing erect? And horny. It seemed like I wanted to jerk off right then and there. Of course, I’d never actually do that, but I was quite horny.

The professor stirred, and then suddenly backed away from me.

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

I’m pretty sure that was an apology about his erection, not about dumping us in the cold lake.

Being the empathetic individual I am, I immediately told him not to worry, that erections are normal, even in abnormal situations, such as this one.

He said it was probably because his wife died a few years ago, that huddling with anyone would ‘set him off’ as he called it.

I asked whether he had any sex any more. He hadn’t. Since we are pretty close as student and teacher, and since we were both still naked as babies, I couldn’t resist asking whether he jerks off.

He said, “Yes, all the time, at least twice a day.” He then admitted more than a professor should probably admit: That he fantasizes about some of his students, such as Clarise, the curly-haired pianist in our class, who looks a bit like a young version of Minnie Driver.

I admitted that I fantasize about her too. We laughed.

He then got kind of quiet, and hesitantly said, “And, I fantasize about you, too.”

“Oh, fuck, how should I answer that?” I was frantically thinking. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I know what it is to be crushed.

Clarise recently crushed me, although I don’t think that book is entirely written yet. I’m going to ask her out again. But I was not going to crush Jim. However, I am not, absolutely not, attracted to 68-year-old men. But I do like masturbation. And, given the chance, I’ll masturbate with anybody.

So I told him right out, “Dr. Jim, there’s no way I’d have a relationship with you. But I’d be honored to masturbate with you any time.”

“Really?” he exclaimed. “I’m delighted. I don’t want a relationship with you either. I may be attracted, but I’d never do anything about it.”

As this discussion was happening, my penis started to rise under the blanket. I was somewhat surprised by that. While I was not physically attracted to Professor Jim, he was a pretty good specimen. Totally healthy. Well-groomed – at least well-groomed when not naked under a blanket after nearly drowning in a lake. And he was thin and small like me. And like me, I had noticed, as is so fashionable these days, he has removed all the hair around his crotch.

I wanted him to be happy, and thought about his plight. The poor guy had lost his wife, and what was probably a good sex life along with her death. And I was erect. Go figure!

So, since it was now quite warm in the cabin, I threw off the blanket revealing my erection. I simply said, “Let’s just play.”

I’ve never seen such a big, ear-to-ear smile! He threw off the other half of the blanket which had been covering him, and he, too, was erect. Jim was circumcised, while I was not, but otherwise, we were quite similar. His dick might have been a bit shorter and fatter, but overall, was about the same. Not huge. I don’t care for huge dicks. But not small, either.

With a touch of reluctance, I reached out. I was concerned about somehow changing my relationship with my favorite teacher. But then, it had already been changed by falling in the freezing water. This was just changing it more.

I placed my fingertips on the tip of his penis, while he moaned, and changed from sitting up to laying down on his back. I lightly brushed the tip of his dick, then his scrotum, and his upper legs for a while. He was in heaven, and so I did that for even longer.

Finally, I ever so gently brushed a fingertip along his frenulum. His dick jumped up an inch. I did that several more times, separated by about fifteen seconds each time. His dick jumped each time.

With my other hand, I cupped his balls and kind of lifted them up, while I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his penis, and started jerking him off in earnest.

He stopped me, saying, “Your turn, I don’t want to cum too soon.”

He instructed me to lay down on my stomach, and started in with a slow, full massage. Neck, back, butt, legs, feet, hands, arms. Then back to my butt. Using both hands, he kept kind of kneading and spreading it, no doubt giving him a clear view of my asshole. Then he started swirling his finger around the perimeter of my anus, but not quite touching the middle. No one had ever done that to me, and it was delightful.

He did that for quite a while. Then, I felt the occasional light touch against the back of my scrotum. It felt amazing!

After a long while, he had me roll over, and gave me more massage. Arms, chest, legs, etc. During all that treatment, my penis was super-hard, and bobbing up and down, but he ignored it, continuing with the massage as if I didn’t even have genitals. That was driving me deliciously crazy.

Finally, finally, he brushed against the side of my penis. He did that over and over again, just touching the sides of my shaft with his fingertips. I felt that feeling, you know the one I mean, like I was about to have an orgasm. But he was an expert at reading physiology, and had us switch positions.

I then ‘did’ him for a while, bringing him close to orgasm. He had me stop, and then go again a few times. He had me place a finger against his perineum, between his balls and his ass, and I could feel the contractions.

Professor Jim was orgasming without ejaculating, We kept it up, him telling me to stop, then go, then stop again, and he kept orgasming every few minutes, I’ve never heard of such a thing. I really wanted to learn that technique, but wasn’t sure if it was something one could learn, or something one must be born with.

Jim told me that no one is born with it and that anyone can learn it – if one is patient. He turned his attention back to me and had me lay on my back again. He started stroking my penis, then suddenly let go, right before I was building up to an orgasm.

He had me bring my feet up close to my butt, with my knees in the air, so he had access to my asshole. He spit on his index finger, and then gently placed it against my anus, while holding my penis in his other hand. I felt an almost-orgasmic contraction, and he felt it in me too, so he quit stroking my dick. He slowly worked his finger into my anus, and then curled it forward against my prostate.

That was too much. I came. I had an amazing ejaculation, cumming so hard it spit up to my neck and chin, as he slowly withdrew his finger.

He said that was my first lesson, and promised we’d work on the technique until I mastered it. He said it might take twenty or more sessions until I learn to orgasm without ejaculating, but that it would happen.

I was willing to turn my attention back to him – to finish him off with an ejaculation, but no, he was satisfied. Evidently, that’s another good thing about the orgasming without cumming thing – that you can be satisfied in a new way, and according to Jim, it’s more satisfying than actually blowing cum.

Well, Jim and I have masturbated together perhaps a dozen times since the day at the lake. He has his own small house near the campus, and I visit him there. We are not in love or anything like that. We are just a young and old pair of jerk-off buddies.

I have not yet managed to orgasm without ejaculating, but we keep working on it. Clarise is my girlfriend now, and I’ve told her all about Jim and I, and she’s fine with that. In fact, she came over with me one time, and just watched as the professor and I did each other. It was totally hot, and both Jim and I lost it way too soon, ejaculating within minutes. She stayed clothed, and did not participate that time, but she tells me she’ll be happy to fully participate next time.

If you think Jim and I have become good at edging, that’s nothing compared to Clarise. She can have orgasm after orgasm for hours, with her legs all shaking, and she’ll moan, and sometimes even yell from her orgasms. I love that. She has orgasms from clitoral stimulation, G-spot stimulation, and something I didn’t expect: I can put two fingers in her butt, curl them forward and stimulate what I believe is the back of her uterus, and she will orgasm big-time from that.

I’m really looking forward to a three-way session But, I have to convince Jim. Even though I have finished with his class, and she’s not one of his students, he is being reluctant. The last time I spoke with him, however, he said he’ll probably be willing to do a threesome masturbation session with us soon.

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My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work

by Spurtz

The Sara Series:
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

Finally Sara Lines Up Some Strange Pussy for Me.

My wife Sara is a real piece of work. A virgin when I first met her, she has turned into a major cock slut, especially when she found out I got off on watching her have sex. Her most recent kink was buying a strapless strap-on cock that she used to fuck my ass. At first I wasn’t crazy about the idea but after experiencing it I found it was a lot more pleasurable than I had expected. Then she pointed out that the strap-on was shaped a lot like our friend Jerry’s dick and suggested that maybe having a real cock up my rectum would feel even better.

So she called Jerry and he was all for it. She also told him to expect to have my hard prick up his ass and he said that was even better. You may remember Jerry from my previous stories. His cock has a pronounced upward curve and he also sports one of the hardest erections of any of the many guys who have sampled my wife’s pussy.

Once Jerry arrived and we all stripped down, Sara said she had to suck Jerry’s dick to get it good and hard. What a bullshit story. The guy’s dick was already so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. Sara just wanted to give him a blowjob. As usual, I went along with it. Seeing her slide her lips over his hardness just made my own cock into a fucking bar of steel. She only spent a few minutes sucking him off because she was anxious to watch him penetrate my ass.

I got down on all fours and Jerry probed the tip of his lubed-up dick around my asshole. And slowly worked it in. It was bigger than Sara’s strap-on and a bit uncomfortable at first but Jerry took it slow and pretty soon he had all seven inches buried to the hilt. As he stroked in and out of me, I felt his hand reach around and grab my cock. Then he pumped my cock with his fist in rhythm to pumping my ass with his prick. Without me knowing it, Sara had inserted the strapless strap-on into her cunt and proceeded to cornhole Jerry with it. So in a fit of total ecstasy, the three of us were fucking away. Before too long I felt Jerry’s body stiffen and streams of jism spurted from his cock into my anal canal while I simultaneously had my own orgasm as Jerry gripped my dick and furiously stroked me off. Sara squealed in delight when she saw multiple streams of semen spurting out from under my body.

After a bit of rest and relaxation, we traded places and I fucked Jerry while Sara fucked me. Eliciting more cum from both Jerry’s and my cock.

The next day Sara and I talked about how much fun we had. And we did have fun but I was not totally happy with the fact that all of our group sex involved just Sara and multiple male partners. I secretly wanted more pussy involved. However, I did have to accept the fact that it was much easier for one woman to fuck five or six guys in one session than it would be for me to fuck multiple women. But I would like to give it a shot.

I asked Sara if she had ever considered having sex with a woman? She looked at me with surprise on her face and admitted that she had never considered it. I suggested that maybe we should try it to bring something new to our sex lives.

“Something new?” she asked. “I think you just want another cunt to fuck.”

“So what,” I countered. “it’s ok for you to have six sex partners at once and I can’t even have two?”

“OK,” Sara replied. “I know the perfect person. There is this terrific looking girl in my gym class. Jill flirts like crazy with both the men and the women. She’s come on pretty strong to me and I suspect she would be willing to join us.”

After Sara’s most recent gym class she reported to me that Jill was interested in some group play. Sara also invited Jerry because she said what she had in mind required another guy. I figured she just want more dick available than I could supply. But I was looking forward to seeing what Jill had to offer. Sara had already made all the arrangements and both Jill and Jerry would be knocking on our door at any minute.

They both showed up and Jill definitely did not disappoint. She was not only beautiful but had an awesome body. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. And I didn’t have to wait long. Sara, not one to delay the proceedings, invited us all into the master bedroom and immediately started stripping. No one wanted to be the only clothed person in the room and it didn’t take long for four naked bodies to be on display. That fucking Jerry already had a full erection and I wasn’t far behind.

“Ooh, Jerry,” Jill purred, “I love the way your dick is curved. I bet it feels as good as it looks.” What about me? I wondered. My dick is bigger than Jerry’s and nobody’s commenting on it. But Jill surprised me when she wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me off. “Let’s get it good and hard, big boy,” she exclaimed. “Sara has been telling me what a stud you are.”

Sara, always in charge, squeezed the head of Jerry’s cock and explained what she wanted us to do. “You all have heard of a circle jerk. But this will be a circle suck. I want everybody to lay on the floor, roughly in a circle. Both us girls will have your cocks in our mouths and you two guys will have our pussies in your face.”

We all got in the position she described and it actually worked out more easily than one would expect. My face was buried in Jill’s pussy, while Sara took my prick her mouth. Jerry lapped away at Sara’s cunt while Jill want to work on his dick with her talented tongue. All four of us sucked and licked away but as in all sexual couplings where participants are both giving and receiving at the same time, it’s hard to concentrate on one or the other. It was a lot of fun but Sara had more ideas.

The two girls scissored their pussies together and now it was Sara’s turn to suck Jerry while Jill’s expertise at sucking a hard cock was put to the test on me. Omigod, I thought Sara gave great head but Jill took my entire seven inches right to the balls and sucked and sucked so expertly that there was no way I could hold out for very long. After way too short a time, I could feel the cum building and before I could do anything to stop it, I felt powerful spurt after spurt of semen explode down Jill’s throat. She kept on sucking with a level of expertise that I had never experienced before.

I looked over to see Sara doing a number on Jerry’s dick. She seemed to be more animated than usual. Maybe seeing the fantastic job Jill was doing on me spurred her on to greater heights of sucking. Watching her lips slide down and then back up Jerry’s cock to the point where most of his cockhead was exposed, really turned me on. Then her lips would slide down over the prominent coronal ridge and continue down the shaft. This sight had me cranked up almost as much as what Jill was doing to me. Combined, the two experiences just kept more and more cum shooting from my prick. And Jill not only swallowed every drop but kept sucking even harder. Then she shoved a finger up my ass. Omigod!

I heard Jerry cry out and looked over to see his entire body convulsing as his orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Sara’s head bobbed up and down frantically and then she pulled off and grabbed his dick. Sara loved to see the cum fly and fly it did. Jerry was a major cummer and she jacked his load all over her face and into her mouth.

While all this fantastic sucking was taking place, the girls were furiously scissoring their sopping wet cunts together and both appeared to experience mind-blowing orgasms.

Thankfully Jill let my cock slip out of her mouth and flop onto my thigh. Thankfully, because the after-orgasm sensation in my dick was incredibly intense. I looked down to see the last vestiges of cum drool from the tip. Jill licked up every drop and took the head of my cock in her mouth and very gently sucked it dry. Sara was doing the same to Jerry’s still erect prick. I was torn between being jealous or loving seeing my wife sucking another man’s dick.

The four of us lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. Unable to move. After a round of drinks and some recuperative time, Sara suggested that we do some good old fashioned fucking. Before the night was over I fucked Jill and Sara both and Jerry surprised as all by fucking Sara once and Jill twice. As Jerry climaxed into Jill the second time, he pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach and tits as Sara and I watched in amazement. His dick was bright red, shiny with Jill’s juices, and still amazingly hard. And even though it was his third orgasm of the evening, it was just as powerful and voluminous as the first. As a special tribute to Jerry’s abilities, the three of us took turns sucking his cock clean of semen. I capped the evening off by getting down between Jill’s legs to suck her pussy clean of all her heavenly juices and breathe in the aroma of a freshly fucked pussy.

One of the things I really liked about jill was that in addition to loving to fuck, she really got off on cocks. Sara does too, but not to the extent that Jill does. For example, my penis is partially circumcised. By that I mean that a lot of excess skin is missing but I still have enough foreskin to cover most of the head. Any time Jill was getting down and dirty with my dick, she always wanted the foreskin pulled all the way back so she could focus on my dickhead. She also really got off on fondling and squeezing my nuts as well and licking and sucking them while she rolled my foreskin back and forth with one hand while thrusting a finger or two up my ass with the other. She would alternate massaging my dick with either her hand or mouth. She had a genuine clinical interest in my genital package. And she did the same with Jerry’s equipment. And she always let out a surprised squeal when the cum started shooting, even though she obviously knew it was coming.

In between the fucking, the two girls got each other off as their talented tongues worked over each other’s clits. Something new for Sara. But Jill appeared to be an old hand at muff-diving.

At the evening’s end, I felt really invigorated that I was able to experience some strange pussy and Jill’s extremely talented oral ministrations. It was great that my wife Sara was looking out for me and not just her own carnal desires.

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