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P-Spot Stimulation

“How can I learn to massage the P-spot on a man?”

For those who don’t know, the P-spot is about 2 inches (5cm) inside the anus against the front wall of the rectum. Pressing that spot compresses the prostate gland, which when done just right gives a delicious, sexual, gotta-pee-like feeling. Since the prostate stores semen, some can be squeezed out through the urethra even though the man doesn’t ejaculate. Sometimes, a man can orgasm from P-spot stimulation. That tends to be a bit different, a more full-body orgasm.

It does take some practice to massage the spot just right for maximum pleasure. A man can usually barely reach the spot with his own fingers. Some will use a tool such as a kitchen utensil with a blunt handle or a devise called Aneros.

However the best way to learn to massage the P-spot is to enlist the help of a volunteer. This can be a friend, coworker or family member. Anyone who might enjoy the pleasure without being geeked out about the possibility of encountering a little poop or thinking it is ‘gay’ in some sort of negative way.

As to poop, it usually doesn’t happen. The anal area is reasonably clean between poopings. One can also use rubber gloves, or an enema to clean the anal passage before engaging in P-spot stimulation. Playing with an enema can be enjoyable in its own right.



Aneros, available on Amazon

See also, Spots.

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PhD on No-Fap

I found this post on Quora, and thought it is well-worth quoting verbatim. It’s by Eugene Mormon who has a PhD in Theology from the Cypress Bible Institute

Young people typically “jump on bandwagons” and follow trends, and one of them, like most, was completely made up as a complete joke. The inventor of the “no fap” crap never took it seriously. Others made it into what it is now, a bunch of people making things up as they go along and pretending to have achieved some great accomplishment.

I’ve watched the same videos you speak of, people kissing their muscles, attributing them not to exercise but “no fap”. Others droning on about how masturbation was all they did, all day, all night, then “no fap” came along with the idea of going outside and talking to other people, and poof! magically, they start meeting new people! It wasn’t “no fap” that helped them meet new people, it was putting their penis down for five minutes and talking to other human beings instead of being in their mother’s basement masturbating for hours on end. I’ve seen the ones where one guy gibbered for an hour or so pretending to sound like a psychoanalyst, discussing some deep dark thing in one’s subconscious mind driving them to masturbate.

Some people have nothing else in life at all. Nothing to be proud of, no accomplishments of note, nothing that makes them stand out in the slightest. The idea of succeeding in overcoming a really powerful impulse is the peak of their lives. That IS something for them to brag about.

In the dark ages, there were tons of stupid things completely made up about masturbation, to a point of people reacting psychotically to masturbation, and making the people who made up these crazy things rich by buying their made up books, sadistic devices, and fake medicines. Some wasted good money on fake “clergy” “blessing” their children and “casting out the demons of masturbation” from them and so on. It was all a money-making scheme. In other countries, religious leaders made up complete nonsense about how masturbation will “harm” them and cause them to “lose their life force”, and with great irony endorsing beating the living shit out of their children for masturbation, supposedly to “prevent them from harm”!

The anti-masturbation freaks are far more harmful and have caused far more damage and misery than anything masturbation ever has. And people just keep making things up about it. Even in 2020, there still are crazed, mentally sick individuals that just keep making one idiotic thing after another up about it. It is their whole lives, OTHER PEOPLE’S CROTCHES. Could anything possibly be sicker? I mean, out of all the hobbies and sports and forms of entertainment available, they choose to obsess over other people’s crotches? And how to stop them from touching their own crotch?

To me, it’s a weird mental illness. It should be in the DSM and studied by medical and psychiatric professionals.

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Clean-Up Girls

A Spectacular Fantasy by Spurtz

I recently opened up a new start-up business. The name of the facility is The Masturbatorium, which might give you a clue as to what takes place there.

I leased an old abandoned warehouse in the industrial section of my town. No private homes or schools anywhere near the place. My city has an ordinance prohibiting locating any sex based business close to homes or schools. This ordinance was mainly used for XXX video stores and massage parlors.

Now you might think being located in such an out-of-the-way place would hurt my business. But word-of-mouth made sure that plenty of people knew exactly where the place was.

It was a two story building. I only remodeled the ground floor which was more space than I thought I needed. The second floor was for expansion if the need arose in the future.

I arranged the ground floor layout as follows. There was a large main room. Built around the perimeter of the room were 24 stalls in a circular layout and each one contained a luxurious chaise lounge. Each stall had dividing walls but only on three sides with the foot area open. Anybody in the room could look into any of the stalls but the walls gave each stall a minor amount of privacy, but not much. The men who used the stalls liked to be seen. In the center of the room was a slightly raised open area with four chaise lounges in full view.

In addition, the ground floor had twelve private rooms with doors. Each room was quite small and also contained one of the luxurious chaise lounges.

Men paid a fee to come into the facility and masturbate. They could do it in the total privacy of the rooms, or in semi-privacy of the stalls, or no privacy at all on the raised platform in the center of the main room.

What usually happened was first-timers would opt for a private room. But the thrill of being seen jacking off would quickly move them to one of the stalls. From there, the more adventurous and exhibitionists on hand would finally make it to one of the four lounges in plain sight of everybody.
Prices varied depending upon the location chosen by a patron but in general we had two price levels, one for 15 minutes and one for 30 minutes.

We had strict rules about everything being a solo act. So there were no instances of two men teaming up to mutually masturbate one another or suck each other off.

But the idea I came up with that really made the place a huge success was I employed cleanup girls. Their job was after a patron climaxed and covered himself in cum, a cleanup girl would come to his aid and using warm wet washcloths and dry heated towels, do a very thorough job of cleaning him off.
I could legally charge a fee for men to come inside and jack themselves off. But it would be against the law to have any of my girls do it. But it was totally legal to charge a fee to have my girls wipe these guys down. We had two different levels of clean-up. A quick two-minute session for $20 or a five minute session for $50. I had to keep the sessions short because the place was so popular I needed to keep bodies moving to make room for waiting patrons.

What made this service so popular was I attempted to recruit as many cleanup girls as possible right out of high school. They had to be 18 to be legal and I only went after girls who were above average in looks. I didn’t have any trouble recruiting girls because, depending upon how many hours they wanted to work, it was possible to make anywhere from $1,000 to $2,000 a week. The other thing that made it easy to get girls is they were not required to be nude. They did wear some very hot looking little uniforms, similar to what Hooters waitresses wear.

I know that some of the girls that I hired had never seen an actual cock before, much less one covered in cum. Plus after a customer had cum, his cock would not always go immediately flaccid. The girls were trained to immediately attend to any customer who had ejaculated. So in many cases the girls were attending to a semi-hard cock. And usually by the time they finished clean-up, the patron would be fully hard. And that usually resulted in them paying for another round of jacking themselves off a second time. And a second clean-up. Usually the two minute one the second time.

My girl-friend Josie would put each new girl through a training period so they knew exactly what to do when they came face-to-face with a recently jacked-off cock covered in semen. We had a special private room off of my main office. Each time we hired a new girl, Josie and I would take her to the private room. I would disrobe and then my GF expertly jacked me off. Knowing in advance when one of these training sessions was going to take place, allowed me edge for a day or two prior. This resulted in me producing a massive cumshot. This prepared the clean-up girl with an excellent subject to perform her duties on.

Julie showed her how to roll back the foreskin (on those men who had one) and make sure all the semen was wiped clean. Josie also showed the girls the best way to clean down under my balls and even into my ass crack. She explained that guys who had watery ejaculations could have some of it leak down into some very personal areas.

Each girl had a rolling cart that contained all the necessary wet washcloths and dry heated towels. As soon as a girl finished up a man and sent him on his way, her cart also supplied fresh covering for the chaise lounge since typically plenty of cum ended up on the cover.

For the 5-minute cleanup sessions the girls were given extra instructions since that was a lot of time for a simple cleanup. First, they were told to take their time and to drag the cleanup out as long as possible. They were also instructed to keep one hand wrapped around the guy’s cock during the entire cleanup session. This was actually a legit part of the process because once his cock was wiped clean you wouldn’t want to let it go and drop into a puddle of jism on the guy’s body.

Once everything was mopped up and wiped clean with dry towels, out came the wet washcloths that were kept in a container of hot water on the cart. The customer’s cock and balls and entire pubic area were then washed down. The men loved this part and usually a full erection was the result. Again, one hand firmly held the man’s cock while the other hand did the final wash. Then a heated towel came from a compartment on the cart and everything was vigorously toweled dry.

The girls were trained to make sure that the patron’s cock was given special attention throughout the entire procedure. Josie instructed the girls on how to provide a bit of actual cock jacking while this was going on. But this had to be subtle because legally the girls could not jack a customer’s cock. The girls were instructed to move their fist up and down the guy’s dick for only one or two strokes and then stop. Then maybe 15 or 20 seconds later, do it again. Just enough to excite the customer but not enough for it to look like a conscious act on the part of the cleanup girl. We never knew if the local police sent in undercover agents to see exactly what we were doing. So we had to be careful.

The cleanup service was what made my place so successful. A guy can jack off at home without paying a fee. But he can’t get an 18 or 19-year old girl to lovingly clean up all his cum after he’s ejaculated. And our girls were very heavily trained on providing the most personal service possible. They were encouraged to complement each customer on how much they loved handling his prick and that it was one of most attractive cocks they had seen. The guys probably knew it was bullshit but loved hearing it.

Part II

I have interviewed several of the cleanup girls to get their thoughts on working at The Masturbatorium. I thought my readers might be interested in the feedback I’ve gotten. I’ve changed the girls names.

Serena – When I was first told about the cleanup girl job from a girlfriend, I thought it was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard. Me spend an entire day cleaning up cum? No thanks. But then she told me the kind of money she was making and I had to give it a second thought. I applied and was hired. At first cleaning up all the cum was as disgusting as I thought it would be. But handling all the guy’s cocks was fun and that part I really enjoyed. If they got hard again while I was doing my cleanup duties, that made me feel really good.

Jill – The thing that most surprised me was how different all the guy’s dicks were. Until I took the cleanup girl job , I had seen a lot of cocks on the internet and they all kind of looked the same to me. At that point I had had a couple of experiences with boyfriends in high school but to be honest, I never really got a close look at their dicks. Just that they were a lot smaller than the ones on the net. But once I got a good idea of a typical cock here at my job I realized that the guys in the XXX videos online all had oversized dicks. On average I handled maybe 20 to 25 different cocks every day so I had a very good idea of what the size of an average prick was.

Amanda – Cleaning up cum all day long didn’t bother me at all since the payoff was getting to play with so many different cocks all day long. Some of the younger guys really turned me on and I would have loved to jack them off to another ejaculation or even better, suck a load of jism out of one of those luscious cocks. But that couldn’t happen. At least not on the job.

Gia – I’m one of the more popular cleanup girls. I have a lot of customers who ask for me to be their cleanup girl. I think the reason is even though I am 18, I actually look more like 14 or 15. It’s no secret that a lot of these horny old bastards really love to have a young girl play with their dicks.

I’ve seen the other girls work and I know that somehow I have a special talent when I am wiping some guy’s cock clean of semen. It’s not so much what I’m actually doing, although that’s really important too, but somehow I give off the vibe that I am really personally into the guy’s junk. The guy thinks I really love what I’m doing (maybe because I actually do) and because of that, halfway through the cleanup process the guy’s dick is like a bar of steel. I generate more hard-ons during cleanup than any other two girls combined. Any time we can get a guy to come back for a second round of jacking himself off, we get a bonus. I made over $3,000 last week just wiping cum off of guy’s cocks and getting men to come back for seconds. And sometime thirds. I have one regular dude who comes every week and goes three times. He won’t let any girl in the place but me touch his cock.

Ariana – Not to brag, but I’m probably the sexiest looking cleanup girl at The Masturbatorium. I’ve got a killer body and a very exotic looking face. Nearly every regular who comes in asks for me but there is only so much of me to go around. There are guys dying to fuck me and they always sign up for a private room. They jack off and then when I come into the room for the cleanup, they offer me money to jack them off again, or give them a blowjob or even to let them fuck me. I’m talking big money. One guy offered me a thousand bucks to let him fuck me. The usual offer is anywhere from $100 to $300. But what I know, and they don’t, is every private room has a tiny concealed CCTV camera.

These guys can’t believe it when I turn them down. But I explain that for all I know they are a cop and if that was the case, not only would I lose my job, but the entire operation would be shut down. But since it’s hard to pass up that kind of money, I have some cards printed up with my phone number and an invite for a private session. I know that makes me a whore but between my regular job and the private sessions, I made over $200,000 last year. And I only give that card to guys who I wouldn’t mind fucking anyway.

Francine – I know a lot of the girls are turned off wiping up semen all day but personally I love it. I just wish I could sit right next to the customer while he’s jerking off and watch the juice squirt out of his dick. Since most of the guys can be seen while jerking off, by the day’s end, I have gotten to see a lot of different cocks spurting cum. But not up close. Sometimes, but not very often, a customer will cum a second time while I’m wiping down his dick. I really love that, but house rules are that as soon as a guy starts ejaculating, I have to let go of his cock. Most guys grab their dick and finish pumping out a load themselves. Management kind of looks the other way when this happens because everybody knows that this is always a possibility and nobody is to blame. When a hard cock is stimulated enough, cum is going to shoot. I do have one regular customer who does this every time he’s there. When I am wiping him down with a warm wet washcloth I always make an extra effort to rub the washcloth up and down a few times right on his frenulum. The rough texture of the washcloth always produces a second ejaculation. Management has told me to stop doing that because they want him to pay for a second session.

Josie – All the other girls call me The Size Queen because they know I really get off on cleaning up large cocks. But knowing that only ten percent of men have a cock that is 8” long or more, getting a crack at a cock that big is rare. However, I really appreciate any cock that is 7” or more. In a given week we might get fewer than ten guys with dicks that big. For me to get assigned to any of those big-dicked dudes was the luck of the draw. But most of the other girls don’t much care one way or the other, so when possible they will trade off to let me handle the guys with big cocks. There is one customer who shows up about once a week. He has a massive penis. It’s got to be in the 9” to 10” range. Even flaccid it’s huge. Because he is so unusual, every girl in the place wants to get a crack at him at least once. So far, I’ve only been with him twice. He’s easy to talk to and doesn’t mind talking about his huge cock. I made some crack about with him having a cock like that, what was he doing in here jerking off? He went on to tell me how much trouble it was finding girls willing to fuck him. As I wiped down that huge prick I was thinking how much I would like to try to get that thing inside me. Like Ariana, as well as several other girls, I had cards with my private phone number. As I wiped the bulging head of his prick with one of the warm, wet washcloths, I handed him the card and told him I would love to see if I could get that thing inside me.

Part III

More interviews with some of the young girls who work at The Masturbatorium. To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

While the girls are not specifically directed to bring on a fresh hard-on, this tends to happen when a warm wet washcloth is used to wipe each man’s dick clean. The girls are trained to grip the man’s cock with one hand while wiping it clean with the other. Once a new erection occurs, most men opt to pay an additional fee for a second jerk off session. Here is the result of some independent interviews with a few of the cleanup girls.

Sally – I took the job because I really needed the money. I had heard from Josie how much I could make. My dad is dead and I am living with my mother who has a terminal illness. When I told her what I would be doing, she was shocked to the core and begged me not to do it. But when I told her that most cleanup girls made between $2,000 and $3,000 a week and we needed that kind of money just to live on and pay her medical bills, she relented.

I told her I would be working at The Masturbatorium, which everybody in town knew existed, but I didn’t go into detail about what I would be doing. She wanted to know exactly what the job entailed. I told her that men came to the place and paid a fee for either a private room, a semi-private stall, or an open area. Once there, the men would masturbate themselves until they ejaculated. I assured her that I did not have to jack anybody off. Once a man had cum, one of the cleanup girls, like me, would carefully mop up all the semen from the guy’s body and also carefully wipe all the cum off his prick.

She wanted to know if what I was doing was legal and I assured it was. The fee the men paid for a cleanup was 100% legal. The only illegal act was if any of us girls actually jacked off one of the men or had any actual sexual contact. My mom couldn’t believe that it was legal for me to handle a guy;s cock and wipe semen off of his dick and body. I assured her it was or the place would have been immediately shut down by the authorities.

Karen – I was one of the first girls hired and for the first couple of months, business was pretty slow. We would only get five or six men a day. So I spent a lot of time sitting around reading a book or watching tv in the break room. I also thought the whole thing was pretty funny. I was getting paid to handle guy’s cocks which actually was kind of fun.

Then as word of mouth spread through town, more and more men were showing up. In fact it got so popular the owners had to redecorate part of the unused second floor into a waiting room. There were times when the place was packed with guys jerking off while ten or twelve men were in the waiting room. To put this in perspective, the place had twenty-four semi-private stalls, twelve private rooms and four chaise lounges in plain view. So when the place was full, that was forty men stroking their dicks and letting the cum fly. That’s a lot of cum and it was my job, along with all the other girls, to make sure it got all cleaned up. You might think spending an 8-hour shift wiping up semen was a disgusting thing to do, and while it was, I was surprised at how much I looked forward to handling so many different cocks in a day.

Because the time that a man spent varied depending upon how much time he had paid for, the number of dicks I got to handle in a shift was different every day. And because management eventually hired more than one girl per patron, that meant more than forty girls worked a shift. This was critical because to maintain fast turnover, as soon as a guy shot his load, there had to be a girl immediately available for cleanup so he could be moved out and replaced with one of the guys in the waiting room.
Nancy – I am the manager of the cleanup girls. With so many girls working, somebody has to ride herd over them and that was my job. Since the manager’s duties really were not a full time job, I still got to fill in as a cleanup girl, which I looked forward to. But management had a problem. As the place grew more and more popular, more guys wanted one of the only four chaise lounges centered in the middle of the main room. Most men started off with a private room. But then since many men enjoy showing off their cocks, they moved from a room to a stall. But I guess that still wasn’t enough to satisfy their exhibitionist tendencies and then they wanted to be in the center of the room. But with only four positions, this was a problem.

Management did not want to shut down the place to remodel, but there was still a large unused area on the second floor. So in a stroke of brilliance, they configured a room that featured three rows of chaise lounges with ten per row. This provided a total of thirty locations. But what was really brilliant was across from these thirty spots, they constructed a miniature grandstand that seated about sixty people. Between the jerk-off spots and the grandstand was a small stage area. For an entrance fee, anybody could come in, sit in the stands for up to a half hour, and watch thirty guys jacking off. And almost every jack-off spot was filled the entire day and evening. Each day a two hour period was set aside with a higher entrance fee, and management would stage a cum-shooting distance contest. Each man who wanted to compete would stand on the stage and jack off. The distance of his cumshot was measured and the guy who shot for the most distance won $100.

Sometimes this contest was different in that two guys at a time would stand next to each other, both jerking off together and shooting their loads as the viewing audience would clap and cheer. This new area was a huge success and was heavily attended by women. One other attraction that was popular was a dick measuring contest. A woman volunteer from the stands would be chosen to do the actual measuring with the winner getting $100. Usually only five or six guys participated because that was the usual number with large cocks. Winners were prohibited from competing again because a guy with a really big dick could win every week. The number of women volunteers grew each week because they obviously got a kick out of handling the five or six big cocks. Some of the women would attempt to masturbate a guy’s cock while measuring it but that was not allowed for obvious reasons. But phone numbers were exchanged between some of the contestants and the women volunteers.

Then once a year, a masturbate-a-thon was held. This was open to both men and women. The room was big enough that in addition to the original thirty chaise lounges, another twenty could be squeezed in providing a total of fifty participants. Each week, every chair was filled. And the viewing stand was also enlarged to hold about hundred people watching the action. As each male participant eventually ejaculated, a cleanup girl was immediately available. This continued until only one man was left and he got $1,000. Women could only participate but could not compete for the grand prize because, unlike a male ejaculation, there was no way to tell if woman had cum or not. But some women just like to massage their clits while a hundred voyeurs watched.

Francine – I hated the job as a cleanup girl. All that cum to deal with day after day. And a lot of the guys were fat, older men who I found disgusting. And they all tried to make conversation with me which was usually filthy and insulting. The worst was guys who wanted to talk about how much I loved cleaning up their dicks. They would then try to tell me how they liked me to wipe their dicks clean. Because I got paid to make these jerks happy, I always went along with their crap.

Then every so often, a nice young guy would come along and I would actually enjoy cleaning up his cum and wiping his dick clean. Originally I paid very little attention to the guy I was servicing. But as I was exposed to more and more of the good looking young nice guys, I found myself getting a bit more into what I was doing with the less desirable clients. And I found that I actually was learning to like it. As crazy as this sounds, I found that the guys who ejaculated large cum loads somehow started to turn me on. And I found that the more cum there was, the more I liked it. Where wiping up all that dick juice had been disgusting, I now even liked the way it smelled.

I even took a more tolerant attitude towards the old fat guys and would go along with conversation that I previously found vile and disgusting. Now as I would roll their foreskin back and wipe up any cum residue found there, I would tell them what a great dick they had and that I really loved wiping it clean. This turned out to be very smart of me because the more praise I heaped on a guy’s cock the bigger my tip was.

And my words of praise usually help bring on a second erection and a desire to pay for another stall so he could jerk off a second time. Each time a guy I was cleaning up did that, I received a bonus added to my paycheck. I was very successful and before I knew it, I had a great many customers asking for me by name.

It became a challenge for me to see how many bonuses I could pile up each day. Of course all it took was for me heap praise on the guy about what a great dick he had and how powerful his cumshot was and many other lies. And as I felt the guy’s cock start to harden, I knew I had more money headed to the bank.

Part IV

To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

Although the place was a huge success with guys lined up waiting in the lounge for their turn to pay to jack off, management was getting a lot of requests from regular patrons to allow the cleanup girls to actual jack them off. This obviously was not possible since it would be illegal.

However, the owners did come up with a great idea. They rented another empty industrial building in the same general area as The Masturbatorium but far enough away that there was no obvious connection. The new facility had no signage and entrance was made only by members. A key card on the outside gained you entrance to a lobby where you had to pass a visual inspection to make sure you were the person actually holding a membership. Members could not bring any friends with them. And membership was by invitation only and invitations were only extended to regular attendees of The Masturbatorium who were known to have no connection to law enforcement.

Referred to informally as “the jerk club,” the place did not actually have a name. Membership cards only identified it as “The Club.”

Members had to call ahead and make a reservation and they could request a specific girl to service their needs. Many of the girls had graduated from their positions as cleanup girls at The Masturbatorium where they eagerly accepted the new job which paid huge money.

An annual membership fee was $5,000 and then each visit was an additional $500. The high prices kept out the riff-raff, not that anyone of that ilk would ever be invited to be a member. After a year of operation the place had over 600 members and growing every day.

The cost was steep by layman’s standards, but the membership was made up men from the upper strata of society. Paying $500 was like pocket change to these guys. Sure they could go to the local massage parlor and get jerked off for far less. But the club was a beautifully appointed facility with expensive furnishings and high end art on the walls. Each individual room was furnished as lavishly as any millionaire’s own home. Plus each girl who worked there looked like they could have stepped off the pages of Playboy. A huge step up from a typical massage parlor girl who was usually an Asian who couldn’t speak much English.

Here are some comments from some of the girls who worked at the Club.

Jill – I had worked at The Masturbatorium for a couple of years and I was one of the most popular girls there. When I was approached about the Club, I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before management would even discuss what the job was. When they told me that I would be masturbating rich, high-end dudes, at first I was a bit put-off since I guess that would make me a prostitute. But when I was told that I would likely double my present income, that piqued my interest. The clincher was I didn’t have to do the semen cleanup unless I wanted to. After I jacked the guy off, then an actual cleanup girl would come in and perform the same duties that I had been doing at The Masturbatorium.
I had already been handling guy’s dicks for a paycheck. How much different could this new job be?

On my first day at the Club I was shocked at how luxurious each room was. A fully stocked complimentary bar was on hand along with a 75” flat screen TV that featured an endless array of XXX videos that could be personally selected by the member. Some older guys needed a little extra help getting hard and ejaculating.

Stacks of expensive towels and washcloths were on hand and the king size bed had high end luxurious linens waiting to be stained with cum.

Sylvia – When I was hired, I was told that I only had to jack off the members but if a member wanted more, such as a blowjob or full intercourse, that was totally up to me. I quickly learned that some members had no trouble asking for a blowjob as they handed me money. The amount varied but was never less than $200 and could be as much as $500. The amount went up if they wanted me to fuck them. I usually held out for a minimum of $500 for a fuck but one rich old bastard just gave me $1,000 in cash right up front. The old fucker was a pretty good lay. He had a large cock that still could get as hard as a bar of steel and he enjoyed pounding that thing into my pussy as hard as he could. It could be a bit uncomfortable but, hey, that thousand bucks was non-taxable, so a bit of discomfort was no big deal. He must have enjoyed it because he came back every other week for a repeat performance for another grand.

I probably ended up blowing about half my regular customers. And probably fucked about 10 or 15% of them. So the bucks were rolling in. The club paid me $300 for each member I serviced. I usually limited the number of members I would handle to five or six a day. The fee the member’s paid gave them an hour of my time. Considering I had to freshen up between each session, six was about all I could handle on an eight hour shift. Although my services to members varied, I was still raking in around $3,000 a day.

One other thing, if any member got abusive to any of the girls, either verbally or physically, their membership was immediately revoked with no refunds. This was made abundantly clear when they signed up, and as far as I know, nobody had ever been kicked out. Some guys acted up a bit if they had too much to drink, but never to the point where I felt I had to report them.

Polly – One of the things I appreciated about the majority of the members was when they showed up, I could usually tell they had recently stepped out of the shower and had nice clean clothes on. I previously had a short stint in a local massage parlor and I sure couldn’t say that about that place’s clientele. In fact that’s why I moved on. I guess you could call me a cleanliness freak. So I was right at home at the Club.

I guess some of the members talked to one another and I developed the reputation as giving the best blowjobs of any of the girls who worked there. So I was in high demand. Since members had to call ahead and make reservations, the list of guys waiting to shove their dicks down my throat was quite long. One of the richer members had somehow gained a standing reservation for me for every Friday at 2 PM. Like clockwork the dude showed up every week. My standing fee was a thousand bucks and I guess I gave pretty good blowjobs because members were standing in line for my oral services. Part of the reason I gave such good blowjobs was because I truly loved to suck cocks. And I also really got off on taking loads down my throat. I happily swallowed as much cum as a guy could produce. Even after he had finished cumming, I would keep sucking trying to coax out every single drop of jism.

Because I was making so much money, I had cut back to doing only four guys a day. This disappointed a lot of guys. Due to the backlog, some of them were waiting a couple of weeks to get their cocks sucked.

Natalie – One of my regulars is a dot-com millionaire, maybe even a billionaire. His name is Steve and he always requests me because he likes ‘em young. And I’m only 21. On a recent session he hit me with a proposal that I couldn’t turn down. He wanted me to come to his house for a threesome with him and his wife Pat. He said this would be an all-day affair with non-stop sex. My fee? A cool $5,000 in cash. How could I refuse?

It turned out to be a fantastic experience. Steve had made his money at an early stage of his life and was only 42 and his drop dead beautiful wife Pat was ten years younger. I’ve never been much into women but for that kind of money it was “gay for pay.”

We literally did everything sexual that could be done including my first anal experience which was better than I expected. Pat was down for anything. In fact while Steve was fucking my ass, he pulled out and she took over sucking his dick. That kind of grossed me out but she seemed to love it.
Before the day was over, Steve had ejaculated five different times. I was the beneficiary of most of his cum, probably because I was “fresh meat.” Pat didn’t seem to mind. Her attitude was as long as it made Steve happy, she was fine with it.

About a month later, Steve approached me about a repeat performance. But he introduced a new wrinkle. The Masturbatorium also employed several younger men for those members whose interests lay in that direction. Steve had Frankie, a very good looking 22 year old guy with a very athletic body and an extremely attractive cock, join us for the next session. I knew Frankie was bisexual so I rightfully assumed I would get my share of his dick. I did, but the majority of Frankie’s efforts were directed to Pat who obviously got off on sucking him dry several times during the day or alternately riding his cock to multiple orgasms. Of course that meant Steve was thrusting his big prick up my cunt and spurting semen inside me several times during the day. Then either Frankie or Pat would get between my legs and suck the jism out of my vagina.

It was soon apparent that Steve was bi-sexual as he had Frankie’s cock down his throat almost as much as Pat did. In fact at one point the two of them were trading Frankie’s dick back and forth like a shared lollypop. And while they were doing that, I was sucking Steve’s cock.

Steve and Frankie would put their cocks together and Pat and I would take turns either jerking both dicks together or sucking them both. Pat had no trouble getting both dickheads in her mouth at the same time. I struggled with it at first but soon was simultaneously sucking away on both cocks. I was even able to get both men to shoot their loads into my mouth, almost at the same time. It was a lot of cum but somehow I managed.

I lost count of the number of ejaculations but I think both Steve and Frankie shot their load at least five or six times before the day was out. We started at 10 AM and finally gave up due to total exhaustion around midnight. I was very impressed at how both men could get rock hard erections with minimal downtime between ejaculations.

Heidi – I had only been working at the Club for a few months when one of the younger fat cats (he was in his fifties and married with kids) wanted me to become his mistress. His name as Dan. The deal was he would put me up in a high rise luxury apartment, lease a Mercedes roadster for me, and provide an allowance of $100,000 tax free money a year. With no rent check to pay and no car payment, I could live high on the hog for a hundred grand.

I had to be available to him for sex 24/7 and I was not allowed to have a relationship of any kind with any other men. The 24/7 thing kind of turned out to be a joke because between trying to run his very successful company and be a husband and father, he had very little time for me. If I was lucky I might see him for an hour or two one or two times a week. And those sessions were always rushed. I spent most of my time sitting around watching TV or reading a book. I also spent time shopping. The absolute worst part of the arrangement were the holidays. While he was enjoying Christmas or Thanksgiving with his family and friends, I sat home alone, usually crying my eyes out.

I was sorely tempted to hit a nightclub or two and hook up with some young stud who would fuck my brains out or even spend the night with me. I was tired of sleeping alone. But for all I knew Dan could have somebody watching me. His company had a large security staff and it wouldn’t have surprised me if men had been assigned to keep an eye on me.

I was not happy with my life but what could I do. If I left Dan I would lose this fabulous apartment and my Mercedes, not to mention the $100,000 a year allowance. I would be lucky to make half that plus I would have to pay taxes on it.

(Author’s note: My second wife and I lived in a luxury high rise apartment. Our next door neighbor was in the exact some situation as Heidi. And she felt the same way about it. She knew Dan was never going to leave his wife and kids and at some point she would be too old for him to continue keeping her on as his mistress. She was already 31 years old and still a knockout. Here’s an interesting side note. One weekend my wife and I were on the back deck of our boat at the marina having a drink and here came Heidi down the dock with who I assume was Dan. There was a big yacht tied up at the end of the dock with a party in full swing, which is where they were going. But the capper was another couple was with them and the man was Dean Martin of Martin and Lewis fame.)

Part V

Interviews with some of the men who visited The Masturbatorium and the private club.

Jeff – I heard about The Masturbatorium about a week after it opened. I didn’t get it. Why pay money to go in there and jerk off when I can do it for free at home? After about a year, I talked to a buddy named Jack who was going there twice a week. So I asked him, what was the big appeal that it was worth paying to go there?

His answer surprised me. First, he said that he, like many guys, had an exhibitionist streak. He got off on jacking off with people watching. The Masturbatorium had recently expanded into a new area on the second floor where Jack had guys stretched out on chaise lounges on either side of him whacking away while he stroked his own dick. Plus the management had installed a grandstand where up to sixty people could sit want watch a bunch of guys shooting their spunk.

But Jack said the best part was the cleanup girls. He said they were all young, fresh out of high school, and every freaking one of them was great looking. They were clothed, but wore outfits similar to Hooters girls. He said that after he had ejaculated one of the girls would immediately be at his side with wet, warm washcloths and she would pay an unbelievable amount of attention to cleaning all the cum off of his body, but the way they handled his cock was even more amazing and satisfying.

He said he was not circumcised, so the cleanup girl would roll his foreskin back and then use her bare fingers to wipe out any semen collected below his dickhead. Then she would follow up with the warm, wet washcloth. Nine times out of ten, by the time she was finished, his dick would be rock hard. Half the time he would immediately pay for a second private jackoff session, just so he could get handled by one of the cleanup girls after he shot his second load.

Jack made it sound so inviting that I just had to give it a try. Now I am a regular there at least once a week. And it definitely beats jacking off at home and cleaning up my own mess.

Gabriel – I was invited by The Masturbatorium manager to join the private club they maintained at a separate location. This was all hush-hush and I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before they would give me the details. Invitations were only extended to the very wealthy which I was fortunate enough to qualify as.

The reason everything was so secretive was because the place was marginally illegal. But maybe not since it was a private club. But I’m pretty sure providing sex partners for hire is not legal, even in a private club.

The annual membership fee was $5,000 and each visit to the club would cost me $500. This bought me a full hour with some of the most beautiful young girls that one could imagine. The $500 got me a delightful handjob, but there was more available to me if I wanted to tip the girl directly. Anything other than getting jerked off was strictly between me and the girl. Depending on the time of day, there were twenty to thirty girls to choose from.

I was married but it was a loveless communion. We both pretty much led our own separate lives. Divorce would cost me too much money. Jeff Bezos of Amazon gave up $32 billion to his ex-wife. I’m not in that league but a divorce would cost me millions of dollars.

So I got my jollies in a number of different ways. But the private club was a real bargain by my standards. I could go there twice a week, pick out some teen-aged beauty, pay her a thousand bucks to fuck her, and walk away clean. It beat the shit out of a regular paid mistress who I would no doubt be tired of after a few months. I might end up blowing a hundred thousand bucks a year fucking girls at the club but that was literally pocket change to me.

I will admit that I was partial to one little beauty at the club and I made it a point to try to fuck her at least once a week. Then for variety, I would go to the club a second time each week and pick a different girl each time. I worked my way through the whole staff until I had fucked every girl who worked there at least once. Where else could a man get that much variety in his sex life, especially considering every one of the girls was a ten?

Hugh – I’m definitely a high roller and also bisexual. Like my buddy Gabriel, I don’t mind spending a lot of money at the private club. But I like to mix things up. The club also had a few young guys on staff. When I say young, I’m talking early twenties. These young men were available for the same hour long $500 sessions just like the girls were. Although I would go for a girl the majority of my visits, once in a while I would pick one of the boys to be with. The $500 included a handjob. Anything more was negotiated with the boy.

I don’t know where management found these kids, but every one of them had at least 7-inches of man meat between their legs. I loved to suck on a big thick cock. And for a generous tip, these guys would go 69 with me and suck my dick with amazing talent. Ass fucking was also available, both giving or receiving, but cost way more than a blowjob. I had to be in a certain mood to do anal. But I did sometimes enjoy fucking a boy’s tight ass while I did a reach around and jacked his prick. It was difficult to get the timing just right but every once in a while I would shoot the guy’s ass full of cum at the same time that I got his cock to start spurting.

Then a couple of cleanup girls would show up while the two of us lay side by side with our cocks dripping cum. The girls would go to work and have us completely semen free after a few minutes. Depending on my mood, sometimes I would beat the girls to it and clean up my partner by sucking all the jism off of his prick.

Stuart – I decided to try The Masturbatorium, mainly because I am an exhibitionist and there are very few legal ways that I could jack off for an audience. I really got off on being watched while pounding my prick to a cum eruption so I always opted for the upstairs room where up to sixty people could watch me jack off, not counting all my fellow jackers lined up next to me.

I really got off on producing monster cums. I won the cum distance shooting contest several times. My trick was edging. The day before I planned to attend The Masturbatorium, I would jack my dick for several hours. Stopping just short of cumming. Then I would repeat this for a couple of hours before heading to the facility. Then I would pay the fee for an hour of additional jacking. The grandstands never had less than twenty or thirty people during the evening. I always made it a point to be in the first row of chaise lounges so I was only a scant distance away from the avid watchers. It was surprising how many of the men in the grandstands would take their cocks out and slowly stroke while watching me and my jerkmates going to town on our own cocks. The women in the grandstands could be more discreet about it, but many of them rubbed their clits. Some I’m sure to multiple orgasms.

Anyway, about ten minutes before my hour was up, I would speed up my jacking and really go to town. When my orgasm finally hit, the semen shot out of my prick with amazing force and in great volume as well. The people sitting in the first row of the grandstand were all voyeurs who had seen me spurt before and they knew what was coming. My first couple of spurts carried the four or five feet to the first row of watchers and splattered on their shoes and pants legs. Some of these viewers were practiced masturbators themselves and were furiously jacking their own cocks while watching me. Several of them could miraculously time their ejaculations to match mine. So streams of cum were simultaneously shooting back and forth across the little stage. This always got a huge round of applause from the people in the stands. Even some of my fellow jackers would stop beating their own meat long enough to watch the cum shooting display.

Management set aside a two hour period each day for special events like a cum shooting contest, a dick measuring contest, and the one that I really loved was called a sword fighting contest. But the swords were our dicks.

We would choose off amongst ourselves matching up similar cock sizes. Me and a partner would stand on the little stage, both with similar sized cocks, fully erect, and start slapping our cocks against each other. A hard dick can take a pretty good beating without it hurting very much. You would be surprised what an entertaining performance this could be with two raging hard-ons slapping against one another. I know the viewers loved it.

Although it didn’t happen every time, sometimes one of us would be stimulated enough to achieve orgasm. When that happened to me, I would spray semen all over my partner’s cock and balls and I would wave my dick around enough that a few stray jets of semen found its way to the onlookers. The fans loved it and when they saw semen spurting from a dick, its owner got a standing ovation.

I hope the cleanup girls who had to tidy up the stage got a bonus payment because they also had to clean up any cum left on the grandstand by overly excited watchers.
(Note this is 100% a fantasy.)

Part VI

If you have been following The Masturbatorium series you will know that the facility has one large area set aside where up to 30 men on three rows of ten each can jack off while a viewing stand seating up to sixty people is usually filled with people who want to watch. Both the jerkers and the viewers pay a fee to participate.

Here are some interesting observations from some of the viewers.

George – I actually wanted to be one of the guys jerking off but didn’t have the balls to do it. But I wanted to get a feel for what it was like so I paid to sit in the viewing stand. This was in the early days and seating was first come, first served. But as the popularity grew, you literally had to make a reservation in advance and they charged a premium for the first two rows.

In the early days, guys in the stands were taking their cocks out and jerking off right along with the guys on display. Management soon put a stop to that although you could pay even more of a premium and be allowed to jerk off in the viewing area while watching the naked guys beating their meat. This did cause some problems and at first management made us viewers sign a waiver that we understood that we might get sprayed with semen by one of the viewers jacking off. But this too got out of hand and eventually a section of the viewing stand was roped off and reserved for guys who wanted to masturbate.

After my third visit to the viewing stand I finally got the balls enough to participate fully nude and on display for everybody. Plus it was cheaper than a seat in the viewing stand.

Fawn – I didn’t see much upside as a woman to being one of the nude masturbators on display. A few women did do this but I think it was just so they could get a close look at all the guys stroking their dicks. But I did like the idea of sitting in the viewing stands and watching the guys jerk off and cum. My favorite part of that was the period they set aside each day for the cm shooting contest, the dick measuring contest, and the cock sword fights. These all took place right on the stage and if you sat in the front row, you were only two or three feet from the participants. I always made it a point to pay for a reserved seat front and center. I had to book a spot weeks in advance but it was worth it.

This is going to sound odd, but we all have certain strange preferences when it comes to sex. But my favorite part was after the guys on the stage had cum, they would be standing there naked right in front of me with their dicks starting to wilt but still a decent size. Before the cleanup girls could get there, the guy’s dicks would still be dripping some cum. I loved seeing that. Sometimes a guy might use his thumb and forefinger and literally milk stray strands of jism out of his dick. I just wanted to drop to my knees and lap that cum off of his dick.

Jessie – My favorite thing to see as a spectator were the sword fights. The guys who took part in these fights were almost always young (20’s or 30’s) with athletic bodies and massive cocks. Somehow their cocks seemed to be harder than normal and when they would start slapping each other’s meat with those monster cocks, I literally could feel my juices running down my thigh.

Every so often while punishing each other’s cocks, one guy would experience an involuntary orgasm and streams of cum would blast out and cover the other guy’s dick. Not only his dick but his balls, stomach and thighs. Even a lucky viewer might get splashed with some semen.

On the most memorable day of my life, I had paid for a front row center seat. The two sword fighters were both drop dead gorgeous men bulging with muscles and with the two of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. My panties were wet before they even started slapping their dicks together. Once they got into it, these guys were over the top. Seeing those two humongous pricks slamming against one another was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

And then the most amazing thing happened. One guy slammed his dick against the other guy’s cock and when he did, a huge spurt of semen shot out, I had seen that before but then I got the icing on the cake when the other guy also started squirting one of the most impressive cum shots I’d ever seen. The best part? Much of it landed on me. But with both cocks now spurting impressive loads, and both cocks waving around all over the place, it was a cum explosion. Three or four of us in the front row got splattered but the two men got drenched. When it was all over they both had gobs of semen dripping from their bodies. What a beautiful sight.

Two cleanup girls rushed to the stage and watching them handle those two pricks while wiping them clean was almost as hot as seeing the cum spurting out. Two more girls attempted to wipe off the cum that had landed on me and the other viewers. My girl was very apologetic but I told her I loved it. I told her I would love to cleanup one of those cocks with my tongue, and she said “Me too.”

Jim – I was one of the first guys in the viewing stand to take my prick out of my pants and masturbate right along with all the naked guys on display. I’ve got no problem showing my dick as it is quite impressive in size with a bulbous head that drive the women crazy.

The second time I did it, there was an attractive 30-something woman sitting next to me. I saw her eyes light up when she got a look at my cock that was already rock-hard. While I was getting off watching all the nude guys jacking their dicks, my seatmate was focused on my cock. Finally she offered to give me a hand. And I told her to go ahead. She grabbed my dick and started furiously jacking me off. I was in hard-on heaven. Several of the guys we were watching, who were on display, started cumming. It was too much for me. I was wearing sweat pants with no underwear for easy access to my dick, plus a T-shirt. I had never been jacked off in public before and believe me, it’s one helluva turn-on. The room we were in was very well lit, so nothing was hidden from view.

My seatmate was pounding my cock unmercifully and it felt fantastic. Getting jacked off with so many people watching, plus in turn, I was watching several hard pricks shooting their loads on the stage, was more than I could handle. With no warning my prick started gushing out cum that coated my t-shirt and sweat pants. Most of it shot up onto my T-shirt. The front of it was soaked through with semen.
One of my more spectacular cumshots. My jackmate kept pumping until every last drop of cum was released from my cock and balls. Then she wiped her hands on my sweat pants. I sat there dazed from the amazing orgasm I just experienced with my prick still drooling some stray strands of jism.

I realized everybody was looking at me and now I was embarrassed. I pulled my pants up and headed for the door. One of the girls who worked there, whose job it was to monitor what the viewers were doing, stopped me and told me that it was ok to jack myself off but allowing somebody else to do it was forbidden. She said she didn’t see what I was doing until after I ejaculated, but if I was ever observed again, I would be banned for life.

I apologized and told her I would never do it again and headed for my car, which fortunately was parked fairly close to the door. Only two girls who were headed into The Masturbatorium saw me, and must have wondered why I was covered in jism from head to toe.

Joe – I was too shy to expose my naked body and jack my cock in The Masturbatorium where I could be seen by everybody. I knew they had private rooms but that didn’t appeal to me since I could jack off privately at home for free. I didn’t know then about he cleanup girls which was definitely something I couldn’t get at home. And as I later learned, well worth the entrance fee.

So like a lot of other shy guys, I paid for a seat in the viewing stands where I could watch up to 30 guys doing exactly what I wanted to do but didn’t have the nerve to do it.

When I attended the viewing area I was surprised that about 30% of the viewers were women. But after thinking about it, I knew a lot of girls and women liked to watch guys jack off and cum. After I settled into my seat, I realized that the guys sitting on each side of me had their dicks out and were slowly stroking them. I looked around and although I couldn’t see everybody, it looked like half the guys in the viewing stand were jacking their cocks. This seemed kind of crazy because it cost way more to be in the viewing stand than it did to lay on one of the chaise lounges totally naked and beat your meat while being watched.

But I understood it after thinking about it. You were much less exposed just taking your dick out in the viewing stands than being totally naked and jacking off for up to sixty people watching.

The more I watched my two seatmates working over their cocks, the more my inhibitions started to fall away. And after about ten minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was already rock hard. My cock is pretty big and since it was fully hard, I knew I was going to have a helluva time getting it fished out through my fly. So I just said “Fuck it,” and slid my slacks and underwear down to my thighs and let the monster roam free.

I got some admiring looks and comments from my seatmates. My dick was substantially longer and thicker than either of theirs. I started to stroke my dick when one of the guys asked if I had paid for a 30 minute session or 45 minutes. I told him the full 45 minutes and he suggested I take it easy and just edge my dick making it last the full time period I paid for.

While slowly stroking my cock I watched the guys on display jacking their cocks. All thirty positions had somebody pumping away. Every few minutes a guy would cum and a cleanup girl would run to his position and starting wiping his dick and balls clean. As soon as she was finished, she would escort him to the changing room and his seat would be immediately filled by a new guy. Every once in a while one of those horny bastards would cum a second time while having his cock wiped clean.
Suzanna – I love to see guys jack their dicks and shoot their loads. My best girl friend told me about this place where I could pay some money and sit in a viewing stand and watch as many as thirty guys beating their meat. And it was all legal. So I had to check it out.

I didn’t really think it through and ended up arriving during a slack time. The evenings were best, I learned later, as every slot was filled. When I got seated, maybe half of the thirty chaise lounges had guys lying on them whacking away. Still seeing fifteen hard dicks being pounded was exciting. The viewing stand was also about half empty. But a couple of guys got up from the front row and left so I sat down in their spot. This was before you had to pay a premium and reserve a spot on the front row.

A good looking young kid sat down next to me. He had to be at least 18 to get in the place. I’m mid-thirties but am considered very attractive with a good body. The boy introduced himself as Stan and then proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It was only about half hard. I was a bit shocked as I really wasn’t expecting that something like that would happen. But then I looked around the viewing stand and most of the guys had their dicks out. Wow, I thought, this is going to be more interesting than I realized.

As Stan lazily stroked his penis, it started to enlarge and before long the kid was sporting the biggest dick I had ever seen and it looked so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

I’m pretty bold and don’t mince my words. I asked Stan if he planned to ejaculate and he replied that I could count on it. Then I asked where he planned to shoot his cum and he pulled out a large washcloth from his pocket and told me that when he entered and paid his fee they asked if he planned to jack off and when he said he was, they gave him the cloth to shoot into. He had two, one to shoot into and one to wipe down after.

I was really looking forward to watching him cum since he was sitting right next to me. So I had to divide my attention between the group on display whacking away on all those hard cocks and my boy Stan rubbing one out right beside me. Stan was in no hurry to spurt his load and during the time I was watching him, four of the guys on the display floor had orgasmed and been thoroughly mopped up by the cleanup girls. As they left, two new guys took two of the spots. None of the guys on the floor had a dick as appealing as Stan’s nor near as big. So I found myself focusing on his great looking dick.

He had paid for a 30 minute visit and when his time was almost up, he kicked his stroking up to another gear and really went to town. He was beating the hell out of that magnificent prick that by now was a bright red. The skin on the head was stretched so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

His dick did burst but not in that way. He held the washcloth in front of his dick and one of the most powerful cumshots I’ve ever seen blasted out, followed by many more. The jism just kept spurting out as he tried to capture as much as possible. He got most of it but some did drip onto the viewing stand foot rest. When he finally stopped cumming, he fell back, breathing hard and totally exhausted. I plucked the remaining clean washcloth from him and started to wipe the excess cum off of his dick.

I figured it was OK to do this as long as I didn’t do anything overtly sexual. I did roll his foreskin back and forth a few times to make sure I got all the semen wiped off. Finally he stuffed his wilted prick back in his pants, thanked me, and left. I was a little annoyed at his abrupt departure but did run into him at the place again and we traded phone numbers. I have had Stan visit me at my apartment a number of times and we’ve found many other uses for that terrific piece of meat he’s packing.

(Author’s Note – This is the final installment of this fantasy series.)

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Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish is our kind of hero!

In an April, 2024 interview with Rolling Stone, the famous singer she publicly stated some very bold things about her own interest in masturbation including:

“I should have a Ph.D. in masturbation.”

“Self-pleasure is an enormous, enormous part of my life, and a huge, huge help for me.”

“People should be jerking it, man. I can’t stress it enough, as somebody with extreme body issues and dysmorphia that I’ve had my entire life.”

She went on to talk about how she likes to get naked and wank in front of a mirror, “Partly because it’s hot, but it also makes me have such a raw, deep connection to myself and my body, and have a love for my body that I have not really ever had,” she said. “I got to say, looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking ‘I look really good right now’ is so helpful.”

“You can manufacture the situation you’re in to make sure you look good. You can make the light super dim, you can be in a specific outfit or in a specific position that’s more flattering. I have learned that looking at myself and watching myself feel pleasure has been an extreme help in loving myself and accepting myself, and feeling empowered and comfortable.”

What is Billie’s current sexual orientation?

“Dude, I’ve known people that don’t know their sexuality, or feel comfortable with it, until they’re in their forties, fifties, sixties.”

“I’ve been in love with girls for my whole life, but I just didn’t understand — until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina.”

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Masturbating In Front of Wives and Girlfriends

by Spurtz

I think wives and girlfriends are a bit more understanding in today’s world if their significant other has to masturbate from time to time. In days gone by, most women saw that as a rejection of them. Women back then never understood that jacking off had nothing to do with the relationship that men had with their wives and girlfriends. As a result, any jacking off was done secretly.
When I was married to my second wife, which lasted for 25 years, I was constantly looking for places to jack my cock where she wouldn’t see me. Because I knew she would take it as a rejection of her by me.

After getting out of the shower, I would stand naked in front of the sink to shave and brush my teeth. I would position my cock so that the underside of the head was pressed against the counter. While doing my ablutions I would move my dick back and forth so the frenulum was being rubbed on the counter, which produced a full hard-on very quickly. Eventually this produced an ejaculation.
My wife walked in on me a few times while I was doing this and if she noticed my hard-on, I just passed it off as morning wood. Luckily she never came in while semen was spurting from my cock all over the counter.

I had a large heavily landscaped property and on weekends I spent hours working in the yard. I had cut the pants legs off a pair of jeans making shorts out of them. I typically wore these shorts while working in the yard and quickly learned how much more comfortable they were with no underwear. I had cut the legs so short that my cock easily found its way down what was left of the pants leg, putting my cock head on display, Just looking at my exposed dickhead would give me a very nice erection. Now with half of my erect cock showing, I would go about my work just enjoying the fact that I was exposing my dick in public. Of course there was nobody around to see it, but the fact that it was on display was very arousing to me. Eventually I would stroke it to an explosive ejaculation.

During our 25 years together, my wife only saw me jack off twice. On the first occasion we were Toronto to attend an industry function. We had a couple of hours to kill before leaving for a banquet. I was super horny and wanted to fuck but my wife was not in the mood. So I proceeded to sit in a chair naked and started to jack off. She was shocked and demanded to know what did I think I was doing. I told her I had to cum and if she wouldn’t help I would just have to do it myself. While she stood there with a disbelieving look on her face, I proceeded to masturbate until I shot a load all over my chest and belly. She was royally pissed but got over it.

The other time we had decided to divorce but were still living in the same house but in separate bedrooms until the house was sold. I was lying in bed stroking my cock. I had assumed she had already left for the day. She walked into my bedroom assuming I had gone to work. She opened the door at the perfect time just as fountains of cum were spurting from my dick. She apologized as she backed out of the room.

After we split I took up with a fuckbuddy and she loved to watch me jack off. Not that we didn’t have plenty of sex sessions with us fucking each other or sucking each other off. But if I had to pick one thing that we did more than anything, it was either her masturbating me, or me doing it while she watched. She got off on seeing the cum fly. One time she even brought a girl friend to my house to watch me jack off. When I knew she was coming over I would edge for several hours the day before, and again the morning of the day she was visiting. As a result, when I achieved an orgasm, the cum would shoot out with incredible force and fly for great distances. She measured my cum shot a couple of times and both ejaculations were just under four feet.

By the time I married a third time, any inhibitions about jacking off in front of my wife were long gone. Fortunately she had a fabulous attitude about sex. If it feels good, do it. Although it was rare for her to not be in the mood to fuck, it did happen occasionally, and she would encourage me to go ahead and jack off, which I was happy to do.

After we split, I entered into an extremely long relationship with a much younger girl. Like my last wife, she was just fine with me jacking off any time I wanted. There were a couple of times that she wasn’t in the mood to fuck and encouraged me to go ahead and jack off while she watched. But once I got into it, her watching me pound my prick turned her on. And the next thing I knew she had grabbed my dick and she was doing the pounding. Then she would suck me for a bit and then want me to penetrate her.

I remember one time in particular we were sitting on the sofa and she didn’t want to fuck but told me to jack off if I wanted. I got my cock out and started working it over. I saw her intently watching what I was doing. Then she said, “Damn that look good. I want that cock inside me.”
I would be interested in hearing from other readers how comfortable you are jacking off in front of your wife or girlfriend and how she feels about it. Or hearing from women about how they feel about it.

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My Adventures with Sex Toys

By Michael Lowe Wright

Originally published on MichaelLoweWright.com/opn/SexToys.html

The following is kind of raw and honest about some very personal stuff. It may be too much information for some visitors; if that’s you, or if you’re under legal age, you really should go read something else instead.

One of my hobbies/interests is exploring the use of sex toys for personal growth. I was reviewing adult toy items on Amazon and realized there is stigma around admitting to using them for sexual pleasure. Lots of people don’t have a human partner, and for those who don’t sex toys are absolutely essential for personal recreation and release of tension. No one should feel shame and be unable to talk about enjoying their own sexuality.

So I wrote this. I’m really exposing myself here, so to speak, and I want to talk freely about my use of sex toys, no matter how embarrassed I may feel sometimes about it being out there for everyone to read. If one person feels better about themselves, or less burdened by guilt, or less afraid to use sex toys, then I’m OK with it.

I’ve lived alone and without any serious relationships for a long time; that’s not what I’d have chosen for myself but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt, and for the most part I’m content with it. I’m blessed to have known true love more than once in my life, and not so blessed to find that I’m incapable of being a good partner – in large part because, as it turns out, I am and always have been nonbinary/gender fluid. One compensation is that I’m able to explore my sexual nature deeply without concern that I’m being selfish. For this reason, sex “toys” are, for me, tools to aid in that exploration. As many have before me, going back into the dim reaches of human existence, I’ve learned that sexual energy and consciousness can lead a person into not only ecstasy but also useful knowledge about their “spirit body” (that virtual us where stomach butterflies live) and from there into self-knowledge, peace of mind, and healing past trauma. For me, as a poet and an observer of life in general, these experiences give insight and inspiration unavailable elsewhere.

So please understand that what I talk about here may not be useful to couples seeking some bedroom fun advice – I’m doing this to share what I’ve learned and the experiences I continue to have because I think not only do they have value in their own right but also because they shed light on the roots of some of my creativity and motivation.

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Michael Lowe Wright and his chastity cage

Michael Lowe Wright in his chastity cage

When I recently saw several women comment online that all men should wear a chastity cage routinely, I realized that was something I needed to try, so I could understand what they were talking about. I bought one from Amazon and was amazed at how comfortable it is to wear. That’s how it came to be one of the two “toys” that have become vital parts of my life. I reviewed the one I bought at Amazon and pretty much said it all there, but wait! there’s more. That one rusted and I had to buy an otherwise-identical stainless steel one to replace it. [Because of a constriction in my urethra, I’m still unable to insert the matching catheter so that’s going to have to wait for another day. I’m fascinated by the idea of my maleness being (temporarily) so completely shut down: caged, intubated, and unable to move or respond to anything – but to be honest it’s also kind of terrifying.] I’ve learned to get the ring on and off fairly quickly now but I had to do it a few times first – one doesn’t want to squish the tender parts!

Since I’m always naked at home*, it’s very strange to suddenly have an implacable, heavy metal cage clamped and locked onto my crotch in full view; it’s humiliating to be seen wearing it and to always have it there in my lap drawing attention. On the positive side, since it can’t be ignored I have opportunities to talk about why I’m wearing it. I also want to be transparent about wearing the cage when I’m in public, so any time I do I lock a chain around my left ankle as a signal to anyone who knows.

For me the value of the chastity cage lies in its ability to completely subvert my lifelong privilege and expectation of being able to interact with my male organ – it’s locked in a cage that in turn is clamped onto my scrotum. It’s not only that I can’t touch or play with myself, my most private area has been taken over by a piece of unyielding and uncaring metal; and it’s there all the time. These devices don’t keep you from feeling aroused, they only keep you from doing anything about it. That energy has to go somewhere, and I use controlled yoga breathing and guided imagery to direct it towards healing both body and soul. I enter states of bliss and ecstasy that leave me feeling energized and cleansed. That energy remains in my body for some time after, enabling further meditation and healing later.

Wearing it transforms my daily life, too. The only time I’m not conscious of being caged is when I’m asleep. I’m always aware at some level of the unrelenting pressure of the ring around my scrotum and the weight of the metal. All this together creates a sense of unreality in contrast with the “normal” times when I’m not wearing it, and a heightened level of awareness and sensitivity – again firing my creative energies.

Currently I’m experimenting with wearing a ‘collar’ that consists of only the base ring of a chastity cage. It’s still locked onto the big ring as securely but most of my penis is exposed, yet still restrained by the ‘collar’. This eliminates the issue of difficulty urinating cleanly and makes keeping the device clean a lot easier, while not really allowing me to otherwise use my penis. In some ways it’s more challenging to wear than the full cage – it’s possible to have an erection but it becomes engorged and uncomfortable; I can touch and hold it but I can’t masturbate. It’s possible I’ll be wearing this a lot more than the full cage.

The other thing I’ve done is to bend the pins slightly on the attachments so that they snap into place on the big ring and will stay put without a lock. It makes cleaning and swapping attachments much easier.

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Like many men, I’ve always enjoyed anal play but was ashamed to admit it until I acknowledged that I’m nonbinary/gender fluid. Then I realized that not only is there no shame but that I was really wanting it. So I bought a lifelike dildo from Amazon (see my review) a couple of years ago. It’s identical to my own organ but two inches longer. It’s a good fit, feels quite natural and good, and now I don’t know how I lived without it. If the number of people who ‘liked’ my review is any indication, I’m far from the only person enjoying this wonderful fake penis. It wasn’t until I had it filling me and, in a sense, having its way with me that I began to fully understand the mind-altering experience and joy of submission. Since I’m always naked, having it inside me can and does happen on a moment’s notice.

It’s the combination of the chastity cage and the dildo that really takes things to another level, though. I’ve worn the cage for up to three weeks at a time, and during that time I’ve had no physical outlet for sexual energy. Adding a good fucking with the dildo – and getting fucked is very different from the masturbation I’ve always had available to me – takes me to places of ecstasy and delight like nothing I’ve ever known. I should add that, as you can see from the photo above of me naked wearing the cage, getting fucked while wearing it can happen very easily and at any time – and does. (I say ‘fucked’ because this is no sterile application of a tool, it’s an active engagement with a realistic human penis.) That feeling of perpetual vulnerability to their imminent use is one of the best things to come out of my adventures with these sex ‘toys’ – knowing that I can be thrown into a state of heightened awareness at the drop of a hat.

I’ve been wanting a second dildo without the fake scrotum at the base, and recently Amazon had one for four dollars, so I bought it. I wanted to be able to leave it in place and wear it for a short while occasionally. This one is effectively a bit shorter and the glans is smaller than my other one so it’s not as much fun to use but should be fine for just wearing it.

Anal intercourse can, of course, be somewhat messy. It helps to eat a high-fiber diet and have regular movements, which increases the likelihood of the bowel being empty. When in doubt I use a glyerine suppository that generally cleans things out within about an hour. The result is that there is usually no or almost no mess involved. Nobody likes to think about this aspect but it’s easily enough to discourage someone from pursuing an otherwise delightful pleasure, so it’s worth the effort to prepare. I usually try to be prepped by early afternoon so there’s almost no delay between deciding to use the dildo and having it in place.



Dildos available on Amazon

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Most of my life I thought of myself as a cis male, albeit a dysfunctional one, with a strong female side. Now that I understand I’m really neither simply male or female internally, I’ve realized my female side has been pushed down and not allowed full expression. The chastity cage prevents me from masturbating but I can still press on the glans and create sexual sensations, making it function more like a clitoris. Add to that having to be fucked to replace the masturbation and I find my female side is loving it. I’ve committed myself to letting “her” take control of my body and my life; I want to dress in short skirts and tank tops, wear simple jewelry, feel attractive, and have men wanting to fuck me – and doing it. At my age I don’t feel like much of a catch but just going fully into that space for a while heals my soul – I have a lot of years to make up for. I’m not killing off my male side here, only expanding the range of my experience and gaining more insight into what it means to be a human being. It’s all material for the poet and philosopher in me.


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Here’s some poetry that grew out of these experiences:

Four Revelations
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*I have a binding commitment to live clothes-free as much as possible, and I’m always naked at home in warm weather.

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat

By Spurtz

Step-Dad Bill: I married Katie about four years ago. She had a young daughter just starting high school. I wasn’t really looking for a ready-made family but Katie was everything I could possibly want in a life partner. Drop dead beautiful and whip-smart. Her daughter Jill was a terrific kid and I could see that she was going to grow up to be as beautiful and as smart as her mother.

Mom Katie: My first husband died in a car accident and I struggled as a single mom until I met Bill. He’s a great guy…everything a woman could ever want. Bill was a very successful business man and literally had more money than he knew what to do with.

Daughter Jill: When Bill first came into our lives, I really resented him. Nobody could take the place of my real dad, plus I didn’t like having to share mom with him. But Bill turned out to be a super guy and I grew to love him just like a real father.

Mom Katie: I wanted the best for Jill and with Bill’s money we were able to enroll her in a very exclusive all-girl’s school. I think she resented it at first but after making a lot of friends and getting a first class education, she actually really loved the school.

Step-Dad Bill: I was against sending Jill away to school. I thought she would resent being sent away and blame it on me since it couldn’t have happened without my money. But being the smart kid she was, she knew it was the right thing to do. She was currently home on holiday and would be graduating soon.

Mom Katie: I had some concerns about Jill. We shared no secrets and I knew she had never had any sexual experiences with any boys. Now she would soon be going out on her own totally unprepared for what she would be facing. With her looks and Playboy-centerfold body, the men would be all over her. And not having had any sexual experience, her hormones would be raging and I was afraid her natural sexual curiosity would have her spreading her legs for the first guy who came along.

Daughter Jill: I loved Bill but spending time in close contact with him during the holidays had made me a bit uncomfortable. I don’t think he was quite ready for the way my body had blossomed out over the past year and I caught him several times furtively looking me over. But I really couldn’t blame him.

Step-Dad Bill: Wow, I couldn’t believe the way Jill had turned into such an incredible looking woman. No longer a girl, every time I looked at her prancing around the house in her underwear or in a bikini at the pool, I could feel my cock twitch.

Mom Katie: I know this sounds crazy but I got it in my head that it was important that Jill learn about some of the actualities of sex before she was turned loose on the world. There was only so much I could teach her. If I was still married to her dad, I would not have come up with the idea that was swimming around in my brain, but Bill was not her real dad and I thought he would be perfect for what I had in mind.

Step-Dad Bill: When Katie told me what she was thinking, at first I thought she was crazy. But after she got into the details of what she was planning, my cock took over doing the thinking for me and it all seemed like a great idea. She thought it was best to work into it gradually, otherwise Jill might balk.

Mom Katie: My plan was to introduce Jill to nakedness first. Nothing overtly sexual. But I knew she had never actually seen a penis before. Of course, she had seen pictures and videos online but that pales in comparison to the real thing.

Daughter Jill: When mom first told me about the family doing a naked hot tub together, I thought she was joking. But then she explained that it would be a very innocent way to introduce me to actually seeing a man’s penis. I admit it. I was super curious about the whole sex thing. Not just seeing a man’s cock, but wondering what it would be like to hold it, even kiss it and suck it, and then best of all, having it enter me. Not that we would ever do anything like that with Bill, but I had to admit I really did want to see his cock. I knew from the bulge in his swim trunks that he probably had something worth seeing.

Step-Dad Bill: Our house has a terrific very private pool in the back yard. At one end was a large spa that would comfortably seat six people. Katie prepared some snacks and some drinks and the plan was the three of us would sit in the spa and get comfortable with our nakedness. I confessed to Katie that under the circumstances there was a very good chance that I would get an erection.

Her reply was that she hoped I did. Her reasoning was that a flaccid penis really didn’t go very far towards preparing Jill for sex. I asked her just how far should we go? Should I masturbate for Jill? She replied that we should just play things out and see where it goes. It all depended upon how receptive Jill might be.

Daughter Jill: When mom told me we were going to have a naked session in the hot tub, I couldn’t believe it. At first the idea repelled me, but the more I thought about it, I thought it could be fun. What’s the harm in seeing somebody naked? I had seen mom naked many times but seeing Bill would be a new and exciting experience. I didn’t actually say that to mom but she at least knew I wasn’t horrified by the idea.

Step-dad Bill: That evening we all went out to the spa where I had already turned on the jets and the temperature was at the recommended 104 degrees. We were all clad in bathing suits. Katie laid out the food and drinks and we all climbed into the warm water. We sat there for a while and then Katei stood up and declared that it was time to get naked. And swiftly took off her bikini. I wasn’t sure if I should go next or wait for Jill. But before I could make up my mind, Jill quickly removed her bikini and stood there for a few seconds showing off her beautiful body. That left me, so I stood up and quickly pulled down my bathing suit. Just the few seconds that I had to enjoy Jill’s fabulous teen body had caused my penis to start to thicken. Although still more or less dangling down, even mostly soft, it was still a good six inches long and quite thick.

Daughter Jill: Omigod, my mind raced. Bill’s penis was not only even bigger than I thought, it’s downright beautiful. And it looks like he might already be aroused. Did just seeing my naked body do that? It made me feel really proud and powerful that I could have such an instant effect on a man’s cock. Then Bill sat down. The water level was such that only the tip of his prick was above the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and as I stared at the tip, I saw it slowly raise up until the entire cockhead was visible. I then realized that he was getting a full erection.

Mom Katie: I saw what was going on and was pleased for two reasons. One was that Jill was entranced with Bill’s dick, and two, that he had gone fully erect so quickly. I hoped that Jill got pleasure out of realizing the power she wielded. Not wanting to lose the thrill of the moment, I suggested to Bill that he sit up on the edge of the spa so that the full impact of his terrific penis could be enjoyed by myself and Jill. Bill looked at me disbelievingly but Jill never took her eyes off what she could see of his prick. Not hearing any negative comments, Bill followed my suggestion. And there it was. All 8-1/2-inches of man-cock sticking proudly straight up. I got up and sat next to him and Jill followed suit.

Step-Dad Bill: I had a hard time accepting the fact that I was sitting between my wife and step-daughter, totally naked, with a raging, throbbing, bright red, full erection sticking up from between my legs. It took all the will power I possessed to keep from grabbing that bar of steel and start jacking it.

Mom Katie: I looked at Jill and could tell she was totally entranced with seeing Bill’s huge penis. Knowing how much I wanted to wrap my hands around it, I knew Jill probably had similar thoughts. So I suggested that she touch it. She looked at Bill, probably wondering if it was ok with him. I knew the answer to that. Bill gave a slight nod. The next thing I knew, Jill had both hands wrapped around Bill’s cock and actually started jacking him off. I guess she had seen enough videos that she knew what to do.

Daughter Jill: I was shocked that mom so quickly invited me to touch Bill’s beautiful cock. How could I resist. I looked him in the eyes, knowing that no man could say no to a beautiful teen, and he gave me a small nod. I quickly wrapped both hands around his cock. I couldn’t help myself. I knew what came next. With both hands I started pumping the shaft. I looked at mom and she was smiling so I knew I was doing the right thing. There was no doubt how Bill felt about it. The head of his cock looked like a big purple plum and the more I stared at it, an overwhelming desire to suck it came over me. I wasn’t sure how that would go over with mom but I really didn’t care. I knew this was all her idea and she would just have to live with the consequences.

I leaned over and initially just planted a wet kiss on the head of Bill’s cock. And then I let my lips slide down over the bulging glans of his beautiful prick. Both mom and Bill let out large gasps as I’m sure they weren’t expecting anything like that from shy, sheltered, virginal Jill. I proceeded to suck on Bill’s cock with all the suction I could muster. I really wanted him to fill my mouth with his creamy semen. I was prepared to suck on his big cock as long as needed in order to get my reward, assuming neither parent made me stop.

Bill moaned in ecstasy and then I heard mom’s voice urging me on to suck that big dick and make him spurt down my throat. I settled into my routine, knowing that it could take a while. But I guess the whole scene was so erotically charged that Bill couldn’t hold back. And in a disappointingly short time, I felt Bill’s body tense up and then he began to chant, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. And sure enough, jets of semen blasted against the back of my mouth and into my throat. I had no experience so I didn’t know what to do. I tried to swallow as much as I could but the cum was spurting out of his cock faster than I could swallow. I felt some of it squirt out the sides of my mouth. I tried to pull off even though I really wanted to keep sucking his throbbing prick. But Bill cried out not to stop and tightly held my head and continued to pump his huge prick in and out of my teen lips. So I sucked him as hard as I could with the jism still coming from his prick.

Finally it was over although I would have kept sucking that magnificent cock as long as he could stand it. But I knew that after cumming, a man’s cock got super sensitive and all good things had to come to an end.

Step-Dad Bill: I don’t know if it was the unique experience of getting my cock sucked by a beautiful teen while her mother watched, or what, but that was the most mind shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I looked down as my prick slipped from between Jill’s lips. As she sat up I could still see little spurts of cum bubbling out of the slit in my cockhead. Then Katie leaned over and started sucking off the residue of jism that drooled from my prick. Finally, when there was no more to be had, Katie sat up too. There the three of us sat. Too stunned by what had just happened to even utter a word.

Even after cumming down Katie’s throat, I was still super horny. I grabbed my still hard prick and started fisting it. Katie wanted to know what was I doing? I tried to explain that the experience had been so wonderful that I wanted to cum again. Katie had seen me cum several times in a row so she knew it was possible. She told me to go for it and let Jill experience what it was like to actually see streams of semen spurt from a dick.

So with both women intently watching, I jacked the shit out of my dick. I was so freaking horny that it didn’t take long before stream after stream of creamy semen shot out of my cock. The girls loved it. As I lay back, totally wiped out, mother and daughter took turns licking my cock clean of the excess semen.

Daughter Jill: I loved seeing the nut juice spurt out of Bill’s cock. I had seen guys cum on internet videos before but most of the time it would just ooze out. Bill’s jism was like it was shot out of a cannon. I was impressed that he could get off such a powerful second cum so quick after filling my mouth with jism. I was also surprised at how natural it all felt. I’m really glad mom decided to let me get acclimated to having sex with a man by providing Bill’s big cock for me.

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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Kylee

There were four graduate students doing great work in Dr. Edwards’ botany lab. To keep it simple, basically we were working on plant-based solutions to global warming.

One of the sudents was Kylee Jackson. She was a tiny little thing who literally looked more like a pre-teen boy than a woman, even though she was 22 years old. Her height was around 4′ 1″ or 124cm. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty girl, with curly black hair that was only an inch long, and no curves on her body other than her somewhat oversized breasts. She looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn.

But who was looking? I was there for the science, and frankly, this girl was annoying. She was a counter-exampler. That’s another way of saying that pretty much anything I, or anyone on the team said, she’d counter it with a correction. If I said something was 8cm tall, she’d say it was more like 9cm. If I said something concrete, she’d shoot back, that ‘nothing is a fact until proven.’ I’m sure if I had said the sky was blue, she’d say it was closer to cyan. She had a somewhat squeaky little-girl voice to go with her little body.

The other grad students were much easier to get along with. The one thing Kylee had going for her was a beautiful smile. Even I, who didn’t really care for this little girl, noticed that.

For three months we worked on that experiment. I mostly kept the instruments calibrated, while she volunteered to monitor the measurements. That was nice of her since it was the least fun of the work. I started to get used to Kylee.

It started to get weird when sometimes, out of the blue, I mean cyan, she’d say something sort of sexual, generally having to do with masturbation. She was evidently more than a little bit pro-masturbation. I was always thinking, ‘OK Kylee, so you masturbate. Big deal, we all do that.’

It started to get personal, and oddly, I didn’t really mind. One day she started to describe exactly how she masturbates. Like, I really wanted to hear that. Geez! And yet, it made me horny. That evening I jerked off with, of all things, visions of Kylee in mind. I was imagining that little slip of a kid without clothing. Specifically, in my mind, I was noticing her probably smooth and firm little ass, and wondering if she has curly black crotch hair to match the hair on her head. I ejaculated big time, even getting a spurt of cum on my chin.

A day later, she came right out and asked me if I masturbate. I wasn’t shocked. By now, I knew that every time if she and I were alone in the lab, she’d get on the topic of wanking.

“Watch that beaker, it’s about to spill,” I responded, avoiding answering.

She pushed the cup away from the edge of the bench, and just stared at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, yes, I do. Doesn’t everyone?”

She seemed satisfied, and continued with the filtrate. Then, after a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you believe masturbation should be a private matter?”

I really wasn’t comfortable with this conversation, but I said, “I guess not. I mean, logically, why should it be? If people want to wank together, why should anyone stop them?”

Having had just about enough of this confusing girl and her crazy conversations, I blurted out, “I know what you want.”

Dead silence. Then, in a quiet little voice, she asked, “Oh, and what do you think I want?”

I hadn’t really thought it through. It was probably my subconscious answering, “You want to masturbate with me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, holding a Erlenmeyer flask in mid-air, then slowly set it down, turned red in the face, and ran out of the lab.

‘Good,’ I thought. ‘I’d rather work alone anyway.’

My minor anger lasted only a few seconds, to be replaced, beyond my control, with a feeling of remorse, sadness, and guilt. I must have severely hurt her feelings. And she wasn’t that bad really. Kind of nice, actually. I’ll have to apologize.

It took me a few minutes to locate Kylee. I found her in Dr. Edwards’ office using the second computer where she often did research.

I started to apologize, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of a sex freak. I mean, well, I do think about sex and masturbation all the time, and I kind of overflow with it. I shouldn’t have troubled you with my fucked-up obsession.”

“It’s not fucked-up,” I replied, continuing with, “Well, I mean…”

Now it was my turn to blush. “So like I masturbate all the time also. It’s just human nature.”

This is where I said the weirdest, stupidest, yet most successful thing in my life. I said it without thinking it through. “Sometimes images of you come to mind when I jerk off.”

“Really?” Again, her cheeks turned red.

One thing led to another and about three days later found us alone together in my dorm room. We had decided we should masturbate together. It would be like an experiment. A procedure. We’d learn something about how the opposite sex achieves orgasm. We agreed there’d be nothing sexual about it. It was just to be a learning experience.

My roommate was out for the weekend. I thought Kylee and I would throw off our clothes instantly. Getting naked with her was the only thing on my mind for the past 72 hours until we could arrange a time and place. Yet we both hesitated.

Staring stupidly at each other for a minute, she was the first to speak, “How should we do this?”

I found a deck of cards, and we decided strip poker would be the ideal solution. However, after a couple of hands in which I lost one shoe, and she lost both shoes and a sock, we realized it was going too slow. We were crazy with horniness and we both knew it. We switched to drawing a single card each, and whoever got the lowest card had to remove one more item of clothing.

I lost terribly, being down to my underpants while she still hadn’t even removed her sweater yet. I found it rather embarrassing. Why, I don’t know. After all, we both knew we were planning to be naked and masturbating together in just a few minutes. My penis was hard. I couldn’t help it, and I’m sure she could see the outline in my underpants.

“Oh hell,” I blurted, and just pulled my underpants down.

Kylee put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She was frozen like that for a moment, just staring at my cock. Then, slowly, she just started removing all her clothing.

When her bra came off, I was flabbergasted. I had seen many tits in porn, but there she was, big as life, and I do mean big. Oh, her tits weren’t huge, but they were large, and on her small body, they were truly amazing. Her dark aerolae had to be be two inches in diametr. As if my cock wasn’t already hard, I would have become that way instantly.

Once naked, we had a moment of ‘How should we do this?’ Without words, she sat sideways on my roommate’s bed, and I sat on my bed facing her. She kind of reluctantly put her left fingertips on her own right nipple, and her right hand went to her crotch. By the way, she did have curly black hair down there matching the hair on her head. It was uniform, like a carpet. It occurred to me she must keep it trimmed.

In contrast, she could see that I was all shaved down there. It’s what all us young guys do these days. Besides, I like it hairless. It makes masturbation that much better.

I started stroknig my penis up and down slowly. Normally, once I’m hard I go like a million miles an hour, but I was kind of embarrassed to do so fast in front of her. So I went up and down slowly.

Something odd happened. Rather than what I was expecting, that I would cum way too soon, my cock went soft. The harder I willed it to stay hard, the less it cooperated. I kind of mumbled to Kylee that it must be because of the unusualness of the situation.

She mumbled back, “Performance anxiety.” She was probably more of an expert on these matters than I knew.

Again wordlessly, she got up off my roommate’s bed and crossed over to mine, sitting down next to me. She made a motion to grab my penis with her fingertips, but our positions weren’t right so she couldn’t easily reach it.

Simply saying, “Lay down,” she grabbed a rolling chair and came over to the side of the bed, as I complied with her request.

She reached out, and put her fingertips on the head of my cock. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. No one had ever touched my penis but me. Not even a doctor. It was like an electric shock, but better. Way better!

I was hard again in no time, and faster than you can pronounce the word “ejaculation” I was shooting cum all over Kylee’s pretty little hand.

The only thing she said was “Oooh,” in a very appreciative tone.

I had her take my place on my bed. I was going to just start playing with her pussy with my fingertips, but something came over me. I laid down beside her little body, and just kissed her. I hadn’t planed to do that in the slightest. We had planned to just masturbate together. That’s all.

She kissed me back, very passionately. It turned to French kissing. We kept it up for a long time. Oddly, my penis hadn’t softened after ejaculating in her hands. It was hard as it had ever been as we rolled back and forth a little bit on my skinny single bed, still kissing. I felt her amazing boobs pressed against my chest. In that moment, I realized she was the prettiest, most desirable girl in the whole wide world.

We weren’t supposed to do what happened next. During the previous three days we had discussed how we were both masturbation freaks, and we would would masturbate together. That’s all. But nature took over, and I felt her squirm down, breaking our kiss, so her vagina was lined up with my penis. She was kind of squirming to get the head of my cock in her. I wasn’t objecting.

Then, suddenly, I was objecting. I knew we had to do something. We needed protection. Fortunately, I knew where Kevin, my roommate, kept a box of condoms. He had proudly waved it around, showing it to me one day, as if he actually planned to use one. As if he actually had someone to use one with. I ripped open the box and took one out, figuring I’d make my apology to him later.

I tore open the packet and tried unrolling one on my super-hard erection. Kylee had to help. She discovered I had the stupid thing upside down. She flipped it over, and unrolled it over my penis. I almost ejaculated again as she did so. How weird is that? I never orgasm a second time. It takes me hours to recover and wank again.

Awkwardly, we came together again on my bed, and with some pushing and shoving and repositioning I finally got my penis in Kylee, and it was so amazing. She was so warm and friendly inside! Unfortunately, I ejulated almost immediately.

I knew she wanted more so I tried desperately to stay hard and continue sliding back and forth inside her, but my penis softened, and fell out.

I’m not an idiot. I know girls want to orgasm just as much as boys. I kind of knew what to do so I changed my position on the bed so I could put my mouth on her crotch. It smelled wonderful. I had never smelled anything as beautiful as that in my life and knew that without a doubt, I’d be doing much more of all of this in the future. It took a while working my way through her hair and down to her clit, but soon enough I had her writhing and screaming in orgasm. I was so delighted to do that for her, even though I was also concerned about possibly bothering the people in the dorms next door with the noise.

As you can imagine, from that time forward in the lab, Kylee and I were the best of friends and coworkers. Dr. Edwards congratulated us, and wryly added, “I knew you two would hit it off the first time I saw you.”

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Male Faking and Detection

I was asked, “How can men fake orgasms?”

Although that’s a rather nebulous question, here’s my answer, followed by an answer to the obvious next question: “How can you detect whether a man is really orgasming?”

If you’re having intercourse it’s easy. A woman generally can’t tell whether you have ejaculated in her or not. Just tighten your muscles and carry on as if you’re having an orgasm. Same for anal sex. People can’t generally tell whether you came.

In other situations, such as masturbating in front of friends, you could hold a towel or wad of tissue in front of your penis pretending that your orgasming, maybe adding a thrust or two, then quickly throw it away before they have a chance to inspect for actual cum.

This may be more difficult if you’re having trouble getting erect.

If you’re being filmed, you could fill a squirt bulb, a squirt gun, or some sort of small bladder-like device with some milk. Hold it behind your penis so it doesn’t show, then squeeze it at the right time.

As someone else mentioned, dry orgasms are of course easy to fake, but most people, both male and female don’t know what dry orgasms are and won’t believe they’re possible.

However, they are quite possible although they usually take some practice. The big advantage is you can go ahead and enjoy your orgasm, but you won’t ejaculate. Nothing will come out. You can learn how to do it at Dry Orgasm.

Or yet another option is to decide whether you really need to fake the orgasm. Maybe you can just go ahead and cum. Wouldn’t that be fun in the right circumstances?

What about knowing whether a man has orgasmed or is faking? If he’s jerking off it’s pretty obvious when you see cum spurting out of him. But what if he’s dry orgasming, or his prick is buried in someone’s vagina? Well, if you must know whether he orgasmed, keep a close watch on his taint also known as his perinium, the area btween his scrotum and anus. The prostate gland is in that area, and the muscles around the prostate and urethra will contract rhythmically. You can usually see the contractions in that area.

This is something I like to point out when I’d demonstrating dry orgasming. I tell people to watch, or even put a finger on my perinuim in order to feel my urethral contractions.

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Weird Question About Masturbation Habit Answered

How should I come out of my masturbation habit?

Maybe instead you should come out ABOUT your masturbation habit. If you were to admit to discrete friends, family or coworkers that you have a masturbation habit, they may surprise you by telling you that they do too. Most people do. Then, you might find out that there are actually many benefits to masturbation (https://prowank.com/benefits-of-wanking). Although it can become addictive, it usually isn’t. Many people take a few minutes to wank at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day. Not only do they lead perfectly successful lives, they may be more successful than those who are constantly horny, unfocused and frustrated because they won’t allow themselves to masturbate.