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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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Monica Develops Some New Treatments

By Spurtz

See The First Monica Post: Home Health Exam

Hi, it’s Monica, your friendly nurse practitioner, with another report on my various home visits. To refresh your memory, a nurse practitioner (NP) is just one step below a doctor and typically makes $35,000 to $40,000 a year more than a registered nurse. My particular specialty is performing home health visits to primarily Medicare patients. These visits are typically performed on an annual basis.

In my last report I detailed how during one of my home health visits, I had been exposed to a patient’s impressive erection and ended up masturbating him to a glorious ejaculation. This was way outside the norm and I could lose my license if it was reported. But after a guy cums, he’s not usually interested in reporting it.

However, once I realized that my job had perks that I had never considered before, I wanted to explore the possibilities that were potentially available to me. Keep in mind that the majority of my visits are to men 65 years of age and older. Most of whom are overweight and unattractive. But a small percentage of them are very fit, good looking, older men. With those men, I’ve found that when an attractive young woman like myself shows even the tiniest amount of sexual interest, it is eagerly accepted. My sexual interest always starts out as totally benign and is disguised as a medical procedure only.

I have to be extremely careful in how far I go. Once I get into marginal areas, an uptight patient could report me and I would not only be out of a job, I would also lose my license. So as I am proceeding into questionable areas, I am very, very particular about how much nudity I ask for.

For example, I have two procedures that I perform that are not part of my regular exam. But my patients don’t know this. And even when I bring up the procedures, many men are hesitant to let me do it. Under those circumstances, I go ahead with the standard exam, but make no attempt to take it further.

But some men have no problem with these exams and then I know that there is the possibility of going further than the law would allow. The two exams are checking for hernias and checking for an enlarged prostate. I always start with the hernia exam which requires the patient to undress and expose his genitals. Usually during the exam I might have to move his penis or testicles out of the way when going from one side to the other checking for a hernia. I can instantly tell if the patient is okay with what I am doing. A very few uptight guys might have some objection to me handling their junk and I never take those exams any further.

But most men will start to get an erection. When this happens, they always start to apologize but I quickly let them know that it’s not only normal, but it’s actually appreciated by me. I always tell them that as a woman who knows she is attractive, I would be disappointed if they didn’t get hard. I usually have my fingers wrapped around their cock when I tell them this and without fail I can feel it getting harder. Then I will massage their nutsack telling them I am looking for any abnormalities as their prick rises to full attention. This nutsack inspection is a legitimate exam. Depending on my mood, I will usually tell them that as long as they are fully erect, it’s probably a good idea to see if they can produce a normal ejaculation. Most are amazed that I am proposing to jerk them off to an orgasm but nobody has ever said not to do it.

As you can imagine, my patients love it when I proceed to give them the best handjob they have had in years. If I find the guy particularly attractive, I will manage to slip a lubed finger up his asshole while jerking him off. You can’t imagine how grateful these men are after I’ve milked every last drop of semen from their now wilting pricks.

But sometimes I stop before getting to the masturbation stage and I will tell them that my records show they are due for a prostate exam. And that as long as they are already disrobed, now would be a good time to do it. Now giving prostate exams is definitely not part of my list of procedures that I am supposed to do. But I did have training in med school. The school had two men; one with a normal prostate, and one with an enlarged prostate. Each of the students had the opportunity to insert a finger in each guy’s rectum in order to feel the difference. So I do know what an enlarged prostate feels like.

To perform the exam, I have a heavy duty sheet that I put down over the patient’s bed that keeps any stray fluids from staining the bed coverings. Then I have the patient lay flat on his back, and draw his knees up as far as comfortably possible. This still doesn’t give me the perfect access to his anus so I have a special pillow that goes under his butt that gives me a better shot at that special spot. This also put the patient in a very vulnerable and somewhat embarrassing position.

Many doctors prefer to have the patient lay on his side and draw one knee up to give access for a prostate exam. But I do not like that position because at that angle I could only see balls and no cock. And as you will find out, seeing the cock was the most important part of the exam.

Once my lubed finger penetrates the patient’s ass, his cock immediately gets hard. Some quicker than others. Once I find the prostate, I tell them that there was a minor indication of enlargement and that recent medical studies have shown that frequent massaging of the prostate could stop or limit the enlargement. Then I ask if it was ok to go ahead with the massage. By this time they have gotten over the initial negative feelings of a finger up their butt and are starting to like it, and they always tell me to proceed. After much experimentation in the past I had learned exactly how to massage a prostate to produce a spectacular cumshot. I had a longtime boyfriend who loved to have his asshole fingered and after hundreds of ejaculations through prostate massage, I was an expert at it.

Note that some health experts feel prostate massage is beneficial. There is no definitive proof that it actually will reduce an enlarged prostate but my patients don’t need to know that.

As I worked my magic I would tell the man that this prostate massage would likely produce an ejaculation and not to worry about it as it was totally normal. Positioned between his legs I could look down and see his throbbing erection and sure enough, pretty soon he would be spurting streams of semen all over his stomach and chest. Some guys shot so hard it would even hit their face. I was so good at the prostate massage that I have been able to get every single patient to orgasm with great looking cumshots that I love to see. There is something about seeing streams of jism shooting out of all those dicks that turns me on so strongly, that I orgasm on my own just by watching.

Note that sometimes I do detect an actual enlarged prostate. I inform the patient and then suggest he see a urologist for the proper medication. But I go ahead and provide a prostate massage anyway. It’s the least I can do. Note that as an NP I can legally write prescriptions but I tend to keep that to fairly mild situations. I prefer the patient see a specialist for prostate issues.

After it’s over and they lay there totally drained, without fail they would remind me that I had said frequent prostate massages were beneficial. They all wanted to know “how frequent?” My answer was that the ideal timing was every three months but that was probably not realistic so every six months was still productive.

Every guy wanted to immediately book a return visit in three months. But I pointed out that this procedure was only covered by insurance on an annual basis. The next question was could they pay for it themselves and if so, how much was it. My response was that I got paid $400 for the regular visit but to come back just for the prostate massage would be $300.

I know that accepting money to make these guys cum means I am nothing but a whore but I don’t really see it that way. I am providing a healthful service that also gives some needed joy to my older patients.

I am now up to three or four of these special prostate massages a week and have difficulty fitting them into my regular nursing schedule. So I have started doing them on weekends. Sometimes three in the same day. It’s bringing me an extra $50,000 to $60,000 a year tax free. I only accept cash and do not provide receipts. Call me if you need a prostate massage. I still have a few spots open on Sundays.

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Home Health Exam

by Spurtz

My name is Monica and I am a nurse practitioner. But I work a bit differently from the average nurse. Here is an abbreviated description of an NP:  As clinicians that blend clinical expertise in diagnosing and treating health conditions with an added emphasis on disease prevention and health management, NPs bring a comprehensive perspective and personal touch to health care.

What I do is perform home visits to older patients who are on Medicare. We recommend an annual visit to each member. Some people feel our service is a bit redundant if the member visits a regular doctor frequently. But the thinking is that any early prevention we can come up with can save the insurance company tons of money down the road on older patients.

Although not required by my employer, I make a quick “get acquainted” visit with each of my patients ahead of time. This is just a five minute “hi, how are you” type of contact a few days before my normally scheduled visit which is much more comprehensive and can take up to an hour or more.

The next patient I was scheduled to visit was a 72-year old man. When I met him at the door to his house I couldn’t believe his age. He could easily have passed for someone 15 or more years younger. He was a very handsome guy who looked to be quite fit. We talked for a bit and I told him I would be back in a few days for the complete physical.

The next time he answered the door, I was frankly shocked to see that he only appeared to be wearing a yellow T-shirt and white socks. I knew he didn’t have any pants on because the head of his cock was clearly visible below the bottom of the t-shirt. He quickly apologized for the way he was dressed but explained it away as knowing he was to undergo a complete physical and figured he would skip right to the “undressed” part of the exam.

Frankly I wasn’t buying it but figured it was best to proceed with the exam. I had serious concerns about doing something that was way beyond the norm. But I figured if he got too frisky I would just demand he put some pants on. But on the other hand, I was curious just to see how far he would push the exposed cock exhibitionism.

We went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I told him that I had a number of questions to ask before we got into the actual physical part of the exam. As I got my paperwork in order I looked down at his crotch area and saw that the T-shirt had settled across the top of his thighs which put his entire penis and testicles in clear view. On initially seeing the glans of his penis, I had figured he was pretty well endowed but I didn’t really appreciate how huge he actually was.

One of the first things on my list was to review all of the medications he was taking. This is an important step in order to make sure that he isn’t taking any meds that don’t mix well with any of the others. I had been given a list of his meds from the insurance company but sometimes this information is not totally up to date. We ran down the list and when we got to the last one I saw that is was Sildenafil which is a generic for Viagra and was listed as 100 mg which is the most powerful dosage available. Since I deal with older individuals, it’s not uncommon to see this med listed so I am quite comfortable discussing it even though most of my clients are not.

It’s important to find out how frequently the med is used so I asked the question. He replied that for regular daily masturbation, he doesn’t need it as he can achieve firm erections without it. But when he is with his girlfriend, who he said was much younger than he is, he likes to take it for staying power. However, he pointed out that since the 25 mg, 50 mg, and 100 mg doses all cost the same, he buys the 100 mg dose and cuts them into quarters as 25 mgs work fine on allowing him to maintain a nice hard penis for the extended sessions his young gf prefers.

Even though it was none of my business, my curiosity would not stop me from asking how old she was. I was surprised to find out she was only 35.

During our conversation I noticed that his penis had begun to enlarge. Although I had been in doctor’s offices when a male patient’s penis was visible, that never occurred on these home visits. We didn’t perform any exams that involved total nudity or where the patient’s genitals would be exposed. Even at a doctor’s office it was a requirement that at least two people from the medical staff had to be present any time a cock was visible.

However, this patient’s attitude and demeanor was so casual and unassuming that the whole thing seemed somehow acceptable. I also found that seeing his cock slowly grow was quite a turn-on and I was in no mood to call a halt to the proceedings even though I knew we were way out of bounds.

I wanted to keep the conversation on a subject that would continue to excite him as the discussion of his sex life with his girlfriend obviously did that. As his prick continued to enlarge, I wondered just how big it would get. I then pointed out that he had said “daily masturbation” and then asked if that was an accurate statement. He replied that even aside from regular sex with his girlfriend, he still tried to jerk off at least once a day but more often twice a day. He went on to say that his girlfriend gets off on seeing him produce copious cumshots so in order to keep her happy, sometimes he will go a day or two without orgasming and do a little edging so when she does jack him off, he can get off a huge cumshot.

My curiosity was killing me so I asked how far he could shoot and he said that he could spurt a stream of cum at least five feet. I then asked him if he was to masturbate right now, how far did he think he could spurt? Only one or two feet was the answer but my husband was more of an dribbler than a shooter. I couldn’t remember seeing any of my former lovers even shoot two feet.

I knew it was wrong but by now his prick was a good eight inches long and the head was shiny and bulging. I was dying to see him shoot a load of semen and despite knowing it went against everything the medical profession stood for, I asked him if he would masturbate for me. Even before the words were out of my mouth he had started stroking his big cock. He looked at me and grinned and asked if I would like to help out?

I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around that massive member and start to pump it. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have a cock that thick in my hand. My fingers flew up and down the length of his throbbing penis. The head was a bright purple and seemed to be getting even bigger. I noticed that the floor in the room was some expensive tile so I didn’t need to worry about where the cum would land once he started ejaculating.

I wanted it to last so every time he got close, I would slow down or even stop. One time I even let it go and was mesmerized as I watched his distended penis bounce up and down on its own. But then I couldn’t wait to get a firm grip on his prick and work my magic. I felt his body tense up and then he started convulsing back and forth, just like he was fucking somebody. I gripped his rock hard penis even tighter and worked my hand up and down in a blur. I was rewarded with a powerful stream of cum that shot out with more force than I had ever seen before. Spurt after spurt squirted from his lovely cock. As long as he shot, I just kept pumping. Finally the streams slowed to dribbles but I kept going. I wanted to jack every drop of semen from his penis. Finally his cock got too sensitive and he pulled my hands away. I wanted to hold onto that wonderful phallus for as long as possible.

I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, licked up any stray cum left on his prick, and finished by taking the head in my mouth and sucked him dry. I pointed out that he had told me he was only going to be able to shoot a foot or two. And that he easily had exceeded three feet. He replied that the quality of the handjob had a lot to do with how far he could spurt.

He laid there for a few minutes, obviously exhausted. He offered to bring me to orgasm with his tongue but I told him I already had orgasmed twice just from the excitement of jacking his big dick.

After a bit of downtime, we got our acts together and resumed his home medical visit without any further sexual activity. Or so I would like everyone to believe.

See also: Monica Develops Some New Techniques

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25 Years Between Massage Parlor Happy Endings

by Spurtz

25 Years Between Massage Parlor Happy Endings
That’s Spurtz’s actual penis, but a different woman in the picture

I’ve been toying with the idea of hitting a local massage parlor for a handjob. I need a little break from doing all the work myself. I found a place online that appeared to provide happy endings. And less than ten minutes from my house.

I actually made it to the place this morning. Tiny little hole-in-the-wall. Doesn’t even have a sign out front. Just a small “Massage” sign in the front window which is otherwise blacked out.

I went into a little reception area and rang a bell. A Korean gal came out and ushered me in before I even had a chance to enquire about prices. But at that point I was committed.

She was just average looking. OK, but nothing special. Probably 35 or so. Sixty bucks for a half hour. She barely spoke English and when I asked her about “extras” she just stared at me. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around so I said I wanted a hand-job and gave the universal demonstration by moving my hand back and forth.

Still no reaction from her but she did grab my package and squeezed it. I gave her a hundred dollar bill and she left. Came back with two twenties and I told her to keep it. “Not enough” she said. I asked how much? She said $20. I thought $120 was too much but how do you haggle with someone that doesn’t communicate, so I gave her another $20.

She told me to get undressed and left the room for a few minutes. When she got back I was naked and was leaning against the table stroking my erect cock. Since I wasn’t totally sure we were both on the same page as to what I wanted, I figured that would get my point across. It did.

She instructed me to lay down on the massage table. No massage preliminary stuff. She went directly to the real reason I was there. She liberally lubed up my cock and actually gave me a first class handjob. Didn’t last as long as I would have liked but her expertise made me cum much quicker than I expected. Felt about 100 times better than when I do it. Then she cleaned me up with some hot towels and proceeded to give me a decent massage.

The only negative was I like to watch. But once I got on the table she dimmed the lights way down. Plus lying flat on my back, it was not possible to comfortably raise my head high enough to see what she was doing. I wish I could have seen it because no handjob I have ever had felt the same. Or as good.

I had some reservations as to whether Mr. Happy would be up to the task since it’s been 18 months since the last time I was with a partner for sex. Plus I’m getting along in years and you never know if everything will be “up” to one’s expectations. Thankfully all my parts worked just the way they are supposed to. Almost too well since I had hoped it would take me longer to cum.

All told, I was happy, but still think $120 was a bit too much. But I am out of touch with what the going rate is so maybe that’s the usual cost. The only other time I was at a massage parlor was 25 years ago. It was $40 for a half hour, another $20 for a handjob, $40 for a blowjob and I think it was $60 for a fuck.

She did volunteer that I did well for a 60 year old guy. When I told her I was 89, she about shit a brick. She also commented about how clean I was. Especially picked up my white socks (which were brand new) and said “Very clean. I like clean.” I got the same thing at the only other massage parlor I’ve ever been to so I suspect that a lot of the customers they get aren’t all that clean. Probably blue collar workers who go there right from work.

I never saw anybody else at the place. The bell did ring once but fortunately not while she was performing her “service” for me. But if somebody did come in, or there was another woman working there, I never heard or saw them.

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Old Man’s Last Wank

I miss Joanie. She left me suddenly. We went to bed early that night. She wanted to ‘connect.’ That’s what we called it. Hugging her with my hard penis buried deep in her pussy and falling asleep together was something we had done from the day we were married 45 years earlier. Actually, we had been doing that even before we were married, but that was our little secret. Somehow, we never grew tired of that, and did it almost every night. Many times, we didn’t even orgasm, and that was fine. We kept finguring one of these days I’d stay hard after falling asleep and remain in her, but it never happened. My penis would soften and fall out. Sometimes she’d be asleep by then, sometimes not.

A couple of times, our kids came into our bedroom when we were connected. We quickly pulled up the blankets if necessary. I don’t think the children had any idea what they were interrupting. We’d always laugh about it once we got the kids back into their own beds.

So that night was like any other. The next morning she seemed especially silent. Not moving. I sensed something wasn’t quite right. I rolled over and put my hand on her shoulder. That’s when my heart jumped into my throat. She was cold, room temperature actually, and stiff as a board.

I knew immediately that she had left us. In a wild panic, I called my son. “Jason, what do I do?” Through the tears, his and mine, we called his sister, and then he made the arrangements. I was too messed up to contact anyone.

It was so unexpected. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that.

It’s been two years. Now, I’m laying here in bed kind of idly masturbating, and remembering the good times with Joanie. I remember when the kids were small, not a doctor and a manager like they are now.

I try not to remember Allison. She was our youngest. She discovered heroin and cocaine, spent a couple of years trying to maintain some sort of chemical-induced balance, during which we sprung her from jail a few times, our TV and household cash disappeared, and she crashed her car, twice. As quickly as we’d put her in rehab she’d be back on the streets. Despite it all, we offered to let her live with us, but she was too proud. She died on a cold November night in the dumpster area behind a Safeway, curled up in a ratty old sleeping bag.

Instead, I’m remembering Joanie. The good times, the deep intellectual conversations, or so we thought, and the laughter. I’m idly touching my penis, as I think about our sex life. Oh, we did more than ‘connecting.’ We were really quite open about our likes and dislikes. She loved sucking my penis. What she got out of that, I don’t really know, but she did enjoy it. I’d reciprocate by licking her vagina to a whole series of rapid-fire orgasms. I fully understand what she got out of that!

As I’m reminiscing, my penis is getting hard. Oh, not as hard as it used to before my prostate surgery, but it’s OK. I continue to rub, and soon that orgasmic feeling starts to build. You’d think after seventy-some years of orgasming it wouldn’t be so great. However, even though nothing comes out any more, the orgasms are still as delightful as ever.

I’m feeling sleepy. I’ve got a slight ache in my left shoulder. No surprise for someone my age, right? I’m kind of dizzy too. It’s the third night in a row that I felt that strange ache and light-headed after jerking off. I’ll bring up this up the next time I see my doctor. I’m really sleepy now. Well, I think I’ll just go ahead and get some sleep…

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Jerking Off is Fantastic


by Spurtz

As we all know, masturbation is a great way to relieve stress. And it feels really good. I got to thinking about all the various places I’ve masturbated and thought it was worth reviewing. Maybe bring back some good memories to my readers.

Unfortunately I really can’t remember my very early days of masturbation. At least not the specifics. My guess is that it mostly took place in bed or on the toilet. The toilet would have been preferable due to no mess to clean up and the ability to lock the door. Locking my bedroom door would have raised questions I wouldn’t want to answer.

But jerking off on the toilet had a downside. I had to push my hard cock down at an unnatural angle to shoot my cum into the bowl. And to me, that detracted somewhat from the orgasm. Cumming always feels much better to me when my cock is pointing up. More on that later.

Jacking off in bed was more satisfying although it required clean-up and if I wasn’t careful, the clean-up could involve more than just wiping semen off of my stomach and chest.

Growing up as a pre-teen we lived on a 70-acre tract and as the only boy in the family and no other kids living close by, I spent a lot of time roaming the woods behind my house by myself. Many of those hikes included taking my cock out and jacking off in the woods and watching my cum spurt onto the ground or nearby bushes.

Like all teens in high school, my dick was hard almost all the time in class. I had a couple of pairs of pants that had a hole in the right pocket. I would manage to get my cockhead through that hole and sit in class with my hand in my pocket and massage the head of my prick. One time I went too far and ended up with a load of cum in my pocket. Fortunately it didn’t bleed through the cloth and I managed to do a half-assed clean-up in the boy’s room.

Lots of masturbation occurred when I was fully dressed. If I found myself alone but worried that I might get caught, I would just unzip my pants, take my dick out, and start pounding away. Depending upon where this was taking place, I had to be conscious of where the cum would go. Sometimes into a wad of Kleenex or toilet paper and sometimes just wherever I could shoot it. The biggest concern was getting it on my clothes where my mother might see it when she washed my clothes. That did happen often enough that I’m sure she did see it but she never said anything.

By the time I was 15, while still jacking off every chance I could find, I had also discovered girls. But my sole interest back then was fucking them. Like an idiot, if I was rebuffed, I never even considered the fallback position of a handjob. Dumbass me. So most of my jackoffs were by my own hand and not that of a partner.

As I got older and had more partners, masturbation by a female partner became a part of my regular sexual activity. Lots of variations on the theme occurred. My second wife and I enjoyed the use of an outdoor hot tub. I would put my dick in front of one of the jets and she would do the same with her clit. When I reached the point of no return, I would stand up and she would jump up and jack me off onto the grass around the hot tub. I did not want to ejaculate into the water for obvious reasons. She would let the water jet finish her off.

Another thing she came up with out of the blue, was she managed to get her tongue in my asshole while jacking me off. This was the first time I begin to suspect that she was learning these tricks from another partner. This was before the internet so she didn’t pick it up there. If I had asked her, she likely would have told me that one of her girlfriends told her about it. Possibly that was true.

Another new trick she sprung on me was lubing up my dick with Vaseline. Despite me being in my 30’s, it had never occurred to me to do that. I figured she might have learned that from whoever was fucking her besides me.

While married to my second wife, we lived on a one acre lot that was heavily landscaped. Tons of yardwork was required which I really enjoyed doing. My favorite dress for yardwork was a t-shirt and some cutoff jeans. With no underwear. The jeans were cut quite short and while working in the yard, my cock would manage to work its way down one leg with the head exposed. That would lead to me rubbing the head and getting a full hard-on. Once I was hard, jerking off was the logical next step. I remember the many times I would get my dick out right in my yard and jack off onto the grass. The heavy landscaping kept me from being seen by any neighbors or passers-by. This literally occurred every time I worked in the yard. There was something taboo about it that made it super sexy.

One girl I dated for a while liked to play with my dick while we were driving in the car. The problem with it was a couple of times she went too far and I couldn’t hold back cumming. At the time you don’t give a shit about where the cum is going to go but afterwards, when there’s jism splattered all over your clothes, it becomes a real problem. She always thought it was hilariously funny for me to be covered in cum.

For a couple of years between marriages I had a fuckbuddy who was great fun. Nothing was taboo and she loved to jack me off. She was a hairdresser and would come to my house to cut my hair. When I knew she was coming I would edge for several hours ahead of time so I was primed by the time she got there. I would strip and sit in a chair in my kitchen and she would cut my hair. When she finished I would jack off while she watched. The goal was to see how far I could shoot. She actually got down with a tape measure and measured off a couple of inches short of five feet. On a second similar try I thought I had exceeded that number but another measurement was basically the same. After I came, we would jump in the shower together and by the time we got out, I was primed for more sex which would entail blowjobs and fucking.

One other time we both sitting naked on my balcony. She jacked me off and I shot over the balcony railings. I was on the third floor. I looked down and the first floor condo had a patio and there on the patio was a table with several blobs of semen splattered on it. Luckily nothing ever came of it.

The two of us were in San Jose Del Cabo at the tip of Baja. We had a late dinner and then walked the totally deserted main street of the town. I had to pee really bad and she encouraged me to do it in a doorway. I said I would if she would hold my cock for me. She did and when I finished peeing she started jerking me off and kept it up until I shot a load onto the sidewalk. This was right in the middle of town but it was midnight and we were pretty much on our own.

Then my third wife loved to play with my dick. But she had a thing about not wasting my cum. I had to finish off either down her throat or in her pussy. That was a bit of a setback for me because I’ve always got off on seeing the semen spurt out of my dick. That’s a sight I dearly love. Plenty of women get off on a good cumshot, but not my wife.

So she would give me a great handjob but once I got close, I had to finish off down her throat. Don’t get me wrong. Those were some fabulous orgasms as she sucked the cum out of my dick.

Later in life between marriage number two and three, I got involved with some M2M sessions. Some mutual jackoffs with another guy. Then I promoted several circle jerks with anywhere from four to six guys total. Lots of great jacking off and cum spurting. Even had my then girlfriend join one of the circle jerks and she jerked off all four of us to spurting orgasms. Great fun. One of the circle jerk guys brought his cute girlfriend to a threesome with me. No fucking but she jerked us both off. I loved it when she took some tissues and wiped my dick and chest clean of cum. Very, very hot. I’ve never really understood my reasoning, but getting all the cum cleaned up by my partner is very erotic to me. Holding my dick and wiping the still engorged dripping head clean of cum is the best. Love it.

In recent years with the advent of the internet and endless porn available, most of my jacking takes place in front of the computer in my home office. My office chair sits on one of those large plastic mats and I can just spurt my load right onto the mat for easy cleanup. Again, cock angle has a lot to do with the degree of pleasure achieved through orgasm. If I remain sitting, I have to push my dick down in order to easily shoot onto the plastic mat. So I usually stand up and just bend over. But the process of going from sitting to standing while whacking away, somehow lessens the intensity of the orgasm. The solution is to remain sitting and just not aim my dick at the floor. Unfortunately, the result of that is cum shooting all over my chest and lap. Sometimes I’m in the nude so it would be reasonably OK to do that but most of the time I’m clothed with just my pants pulled down and the result would be sticky semen all over everything.

It’s been years since I’ve jacked off in bed. Occasionally, I will be sitting out on my back patio and get the urge to cum. So I go ahead and jack off and then shoot onto the adjacent plot of grass. I’ve been single for quite some time now, so I can jack off very frequently with no concern of being interrupted. Although I do think one of the gardening crew might have caught a glimpse of me jacking my dick one time. Years ago, in a different house in a different town, the gardening crew was a man and his wife. She clearly saw me jacking off one time and even after I was aware that she saw me, she continued to watch until I shot my load. I was too close to even think about stopping. Then she turned away and went back to work.

Even at a fairly advanced age, I usually jack off twice a day. Sometimes more

Happy jacking, fellow masturbators.

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The Handy Squad

Fiction by Spurtz

Jill, Charli, and Amanda were three teen high school girls. They had been close friends since grade school. They all lived in the same neighborhood. They shared all their secrets with each other and it soon became obvious that all three had an unusual interest in cocks. Sure, they had seen plenty of photos and videos on line but all three agreed that was nothing compared to actually touching and feeling a hard dick.

The Handy Squad

All three had some minor experience with cocks. Jill had a regular boyfriend and every time they were necking and making out, he would put her hand on his hard dick through his pants. He was too shy to take it out and she was equally too shy to ask him to show it.

Charli had gone with a date to a notorious lover’s lane where many high schoolers parked to make out. After much kissing and hugging, her date got one of her tits freed and was sucking on it. He unzipped his pants and was in the process of freeing his hard-on when Charli noticed two guys shining a flashlight in an adjacent car. She told her date and they both frantically tried to get decent. Her date had just zipped up his pants when two cops appeared at the side window shining a flashlight in the open window. “Time to go home, kids,” the cop told them.

That event scared them both so badly that no further attempt at sex took place.

Amanda made it a bit farther along with her date. He got his cock out and placed her hand on it. After just a few furtive movements of her hand, he ejaculated several spurts of cum all over his pants and shirt. Some got on her hand. She had heard that teen boys could be quick on the trigger but this was ridiculous. The boy was mortified and nothing was ever attempted again.

The three girls shared these stories. Jill and Charli wanted to know what Amanda’s date’s cock looked like but she said it was so dark she couldn’t really tell. This started what became almost an obsession with the three teens to have some actual contact with an erect cock. They endlessly talked about schemes to achieve contact with hard cocks but all the various ideas were discarded as either unrealistic or had the potential to have them branded as sluts at school.

Finally, Jill came up with a unique idea. She had a part time summer job at a local AARP office. Plus she was super handy with a computer. She tapped in to the AARP member database and got the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all members between the ages of 60 and 70 who lived in their ZIP code and were single or divorced. She came up with nearly 50 names. Jill proposed that they approach these older men and propose to give them a free handjob. Jill said this could almost be viewed as a public service as chances were that the only sex they were getting was with their own hand.

“But,” Charli objected, “who wants to play with some shriveled up old dick?”

“I’ve done some reading up on it,” responded Jill, “and what I’ve learned is that as a guy ages there is almost no change in his dick. It looks basically the same at 60 as it did at 15. Just bigger. And bigger is always better.”

“But some of these old guys are going to be fat and gross,” said Amanda. “I don’t want to be jerking off some old fat guy.”

Jill had an answer for that. “If we go to the dude’s door and he turns out to be fat and gross or too ugly, we just tell him we are collecting donations for the Girl Scouts. He’ll probably turn us down and we just leave.”

After much more discussion the three decided to give it a try.

The girls chose to wear their school uniforms. The uniforms were plaid skirts, which were surprisingly short, white blouses with a little red ribbon at the neck, knee-high white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The girls thought this was a good idea as the outfits made them look about 13 or 14 and they figured that would get the old guys to get a hard-on that much quicker. They decided to call themselves “The Handy Squad.”

They went over the addresses they had and crossed out any that were in a poor neighborhood. They figured it was best to limit themselves to upper middle class or upper class addresses. They elected to start with addresses that were within walking distance or a convenient bus ride. Nothing too close to home. They thought that some of the men might be interested in a return visit so they set up an anonymous email address where they could be contacted. The first visit would be free but return visits would be $100. They also decided that any man they contacted would have to agree to a quick shower before they gave him their treatment. If they were going to play with a guy’s cock, they wanted that to be a nice clean cock.

When they headed out to their first address, they all admitted to being scared and nervous. They weren’t concerned about being attacked or raped as they figured with three of them, there was safety in numbers. But what they were doing was pretty bold stuff for three 17-year old teens.

They arrived at a very nice upscale home and rang the doorbell. They were all relieved to see the door answered by a nice looking older man who was casually dressed in nice clothes. Jill had been selected as the spokesperson for the group. They had agreed that if any of the girls objected to the guy, they would give a quick little shake of their head before Jill said anything. Jill looked at both of her mates and they were both smiling.

“Hi,” Jill said, “we are the Handy Squad and are providing free handy’s to older gentlemen like yourself as a public service.”

“Free is usually good,” the man replied, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what a handy is. Can you be more specific?” Jill was a bit taken aback with this response. “Well, it’s a handjob. That’s all,” she said.

“You young girls are offering handjobs?” the guy replied with shock on his face. “I could go to jail having sex with girls as young as you.”

“We’re in Pennsylvania and the legal age of consent is 16. We are all 17 so there is no problem. We all have I.D. cards with our photo and age that we can show you but we will have to cover up our names and addresses for obvious reasons.”

“Well, if you say you are 17, I believe you, but you sure look younger than that. OK, what’s the catch? How much are you charging?”

“No charge. Our only requirement is that you take a shower before we start,” responded Charli.

“Well, hell, let’s get started. Come on in. Get yourself a soft drink out of the fridge while I take that shower”

Ten minutes later he called out that he was ready and waiting in the bedroom. The girls looked at each other. If they were going to back out, now was the time. They smiled and Amanda said “Let’s go upstairs.”

When they got to the bedroom Mr. Johnson was standing there in the nude. His penis was jutting out, already about half hard, probably in anticipation of what was coming. The girls had decided beforehand that part of their routine was to complement the men on their cocks. They begin by telling him what a nice penis he had and how much they were looking forward to jacking him off. The girls told him that this was all new to them and they needed his instructions on things they could do to his cock that made him feel good. They had him lay back on the bed and Jill explained what was going to happen.

“I’m going to be the first to jack your cock. Then Charli is going to take over and Amanda will finish you off. Each of us will take about ten minutes stroking your penis. So the total treatment will last about 30 minutes. Any time you think you might be about to cum, you must say something and we will back off. You have to make it last until Amanda finishes you off. This is important. While we are working you over we want your instructions on what we can do to make it feel better. Please be patient with us as you are the first man we have ever masturbated and we want it to be great for you. After you’ve cum, we will clean you up and take several minutes to make sure your cock is nice and clean. Charli has a packet of washcloths we brought along specifically for clean-up purposes. We feel a thorough clean-up is important rather than walking off and leaving you covered in cum.”

“Are you girls going to get undressed?” he wanted to know. “No,” replied Jill, “this isn’t about us. It’s all about your hard cock. You’ve probably never had three cute teens jack you off before and we want this to be the best handy you’ve ever had.”

With that, Jill climbed onto the bed and got between his legs. Finally, she thought, my first real penis and it’s a nice one. She estimated it was maybe six and a half inches long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and had a very attractive cockhead that had a nice purple color. She really wasn’t expecting an old guy to have such a rock hard prick but of course she had no basis for comparison. She had felt her boyfriend’s dick through his pants but she didn’t think it ever felt this hard. She had seen numerous handjobs given on the internet so she roughly knew what to do. She lightly gripped his nuts with her left hand and started jacking his rock hard cock with the other. Over the thirty minutes that the three teens stroked the man’s cock he had given them a number of instructions. One was placing the palm of their hand on the tip of his dick and rubbing it back and forth in a circular motion. Another was steepling their fingers and sliding them down over his cock head which stimulated the coronal ridge, a very sensitive area. And of course he showed them how to pay special attention the frenulum area, even explaining that an ejaculation could be coaxed out just by rubbing that area.

When it was Charli’s turn she was thrilled. She had had many fantasies imagining what it would be like to actually have a nice erect dick in her hands and it was even more exciting than she had dreamed. She couldn’t take her eyes off of that throbbing cock. It was like the guy didn’t even exist, just his dick. He had to stop her a couple of times because he was on the verge of cumming. But even when she had to stop jerking him off, she couldn’t let go of that wonderful cock. She was hooked on dicks for sure.

Then Amanda moved into position and took over. Charli hated to let go of Mr. Johnson’s cock but it was Amanda’s turn. The girls had decided that they would take turns being last as they moved on to other men, so that all three would get to experience actually bringing on the ejaculation. Amanda pumped away really enjoying watching the bulbous red head of his cock disappear and then reappear out of her fist. She knew he was close as his body started jerking in little convulsions. He blurted out, “When I start to cum, don’t stop. In fact grip harder and go faster.” She was already aware of this because all three girls had read everything they could find on handjobs and she knew that many women would stop pumping or even let go when the cum started shooting and that this really ruined the orgasm for the man.

Even though Amanda’s full ten minutes of jerking was not up, it was pretty obvious that Mr. Johnson had arrived at the point where even if she had stopped, he was going to cum. As his orgasm neared, he cried out “Tighter, faster,” and Amanda did just that. Without any warning the cum started spurting out of the man’s cock. Very forceful streams shot up his chest and onto his face. Amanda was a bit shocked because she really wasn’t expecting so much cum. It was at least twice what her boyfriend had ejaculated in her one previous experience. She kept on pumping as her two teammates screamed with pleasure as they watched stream after stream of semen jetting from Johnson’s cock. Amanda dutifully kept jacking until there was no more cum to have. She finally let go of his dick and picked up one of the handcloths and wiped her hands first. Then she delicately took hold of his wilting penis and wiped all the semen off and then wiped his chest and even his face. She noticed that his dick had a thin string of semen drooling from the tip and she went back and cleaned that up.

Johnson lay on the bed, totally wiped out. His dick was bright red from the beating the girls had given it. “Omigod, girls,” he gasped, “that was the best handjob I’ve ever had in my entire life. Can I get you to come back and do it again. In fact, if you give me a few minutes to rest, I’d like to do it again right now.”

Jill answered. “We can’t do it now, we have to get home. We can come back but seconds cost $100. First handy is free.”

“Cost is not an issue. It would be the best $100 I ever spent. What I would like to do is set up weekly visits at $100 each. In fact, make it $200, and if all three of you will get undressed while jacking me off, I’ll make it $300. What do you say?”

“We need to talk it over and will get back to you. We have your phone number,” answered Jill. “But let me warn you, if we agree to get undressed, it’s just for looking. No fucking.”

“How about blowjobs?” he countered. I could go $500 a week if all three would take turns blowing me.”

Unknown to the girls, he couldn’t hire a decent hooker for a blowjob for $500 but to them it was a lot of money.

Jill thought that this guy must have plenty of money to spend that much weekly. “None of us have ever sucked a cock before,” she said. “We really need to discuss it and let you know.”

The girls said their goodbyes and told him how much they enjoyed jacking him off and seeing him spurt. He was overjoyed that they had searched him out and explained how he thought his sex life was over and that having the experience with them was one of the most wonderful things that had ever happened to him.

As the girls walked home they joyfully discussed what they just had experienced. They all raved about the opportunity to see a real penis in the flesh and to jack it and watch it spurt. They talked about how many more names were on the list and although the offer for repeat performances with Mr. Johnson was greatly appreciated, the thought of many more different cocks was also very appealing.

Being the realist in the group, Charli pointed out that it didn’t have to be one or the other. They could do both. The only possible fly in the ointment was their time was not always their own. They had parents. It might be difficult to set up weekly meetings with Mr. Johnson where all three girls would be available. “How do you feel about sucking his cock and being totally naked?” asked Jill.

Amanda responded, “I don’t mind going naked. You know he will try to grab our tits and maybe get his fingers in our pussies. I can handle that. And he does have a really nice dick. I could picture myself sucking it as long as he doesn’t cum in my mouth.”

“That would be gross,” replied Jill, “although I see a lot of women on the internet taking a load in their mouth and loving it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. But if we agree to his deal, we could make a rule of no cum in our mouths. Anyway, we don’t have to make a decision right now. I’m looking forward to the next guy on our list. Variety is the spice of life, they say. The more dicks I can jack off, the better.“

Author’s note: You probably already figured it out but this story is a fantasy.

The Handy Squad – Part 2

Continuing the fantasy…..

The three 17 year old high school girls who made up The Handy Squad had made it their goal to approach a different older man each week and offer to provide him a free handjob. The initial contact had proven so successful with Mr. Johnson, who turned out to be quite wealthy, that he was willing to pay them a substantial amount of money to see him once each week and get him off. However, he had some special conditions which they had discussed at length as to whether or not they wanted to agree. One condition was that they all be nude. All three girls had really nice athletic bodies and weren’t afraid to show them off so that was not a problem. Jill had some concerns that Mr. Johnson would try to grab their tits or get his fingers in their bare pussies but both Charli and Amanda were confident they could handle that issue. The other condition was that all three girls would take turns sucking his cock. Again, all three were ok with that as long as he didn’t cum in their mouth and Mr. Johnson agreed with that.

None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before so they were looking forward to this new experience.

Their original plan was to meet the men on a school day. They wanted to wear their school uniforms which made them look even younger than they were. Their school let out at 3 pm and their parents usually didn’t get home from work until 5:30 or 6 pm. Jill and Charli both had single moms and Amanda’s parents both worked. So the girls could leave right from school and have about three hours to meet different older men and jack them off. And still get home before any parents did.

When they first started The Handy Squad they had addresses for older single men who were within walking distance or a short bus ride. They decided to meet Mr. Johnson for his weekly session on the weekends because they could always come up with some excuse to be gone for a two or three hours while they worked over Mr. Johnson’s hard cock.

The first repeat session with Mr. Johnson went extremely well. He was a really nice older guy who was very respectful to the three girls and never made any weird demands. Jill was the first of the three to take his cock in her mouth. None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before but both Jill and Charli took to it very quickly. They both discovered that it was something they really enjoyed. Amanda initially just tolerated it but as the weeks went by, she learned to look forward to having Mr. Johnson’s hard cock in her mouth. Jill knew it was just a matter of time before one of them took a blowjob too far and ended up with a load of cum in their mouth. The three of them had discussed it and all three had decided that they kind of looked forward to the experience since it would be a new experience.

They settled into a routine of hitting a new guy one day each week. A second weekday was set aside for repeats as nearly every guy wanted a repeat performance. The original plan was to charge $100 for a repeat performance but so many men requested repeats that they raised the price to $200. Coupled with the $500 Mr. Johnson was paying each week gave them enough money to pay an Uber to take them around so they didn’t have to walk or ride a bus. With plenty left over.

The men that came after Mr. Johnson were not all a winner like he was. One guy refused their services totally as he thought it was some kind of scam to blackmail him. Another guy couldn’t get fully hard although he did get hard enough that they eventually made him cum. Two guys were gay so that was a no-go. And one guy was a religious nut who went on a rant about what they were doing was an abomination under God and also illegal. They didn’t bother to argue the point but they were in Pennsylvania where the legal age of consent is 16 and as long as it was a free service, they weren’t breaking any laws. The repeat fee was probably illegal but who was going to complain? Anyway they told the guy they would stop what they were doing and repent their sins to shut him up before he called the cops. Even though the cops wouldn’t do anything because they weren’t breaking the law, they were afraid the cops would tell their parents.

But they also had many successes and learned even more about how to give a world class handjob. One guy introduced them to the use of a lubricant. Which they really liked and made it a point to always carry a bottle of K-Y with them on all future visits. Another guy tried to talk them into fingering his butthole while they jacked his cock but they thought that was gross. Until two more men suggested the same thing, so they decided to give it a try. That became part of their jackoff routine to the enjoyment of their partners.

About the fifth or sixth guy they successfully approached was Mr. Pirelli. He was a really good looking older dude. Very distinguished looking and lived in what was literally a mansion. He was extremely enthused about their offer. They later learned that he had a very active sex life but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have three cute teens jack off his penis. And what a penis is was. Jill thought it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and the other two agreed. Not only was it beautiful but it was very large. They all thought it had to be at least eight inches long and very thick. And extremely hard.

The girls, who all had an obsession with hard cocks, literally worshipped Mr. Pirelli’s monster dick. He insisted the girl’s call him Don. After the three took turns jacking his rock hard throbbing prick to a monster cum, they couldn’t leave it alone. They took turns taking a long time to clean up the cum and wipe his still firm penis dry. As they cleaned him up a small drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock and Charli leaned in and licked it off. Then the other two girls touched their tongue to his dick and all three lapped away. His prick responded as expected and this time the girls each took turns sucking his throbbing monster. Even though he had just cum, after five weeks of sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock, they were all talented cocksuckers and it wasn’t long before Don was ready to blow again.

Jill was the one sucking him at the time and she could tell he was on the verge of filling her mouth and throat with jism. And she wanted it. Knowing she could make him cum gave her a huge feeling of accomplishment and power. She jammed a finger up his ass and grabbed his nuts with the other hand as her lips flew up and down the length of his giant prick. She was the only one of the three who had mastered the art of deep throat and she had Don’s cock down her throat as far as it would go. As her head bobbed up and down she felt his body tense up and he grabbed her head with both hands and guided her bobbing head to the exact rhythm he needed to achieve orgasm. She felt his cock pulse as the semen coursed its way up the length of his prick and his balls twitched in her hand. Finally her goal was reached as spurt after powerful spurt of Don’s cum shot down her throat. As fast as the cum came, Jill swallowed and swallowed. For a second she was afraid it was more than she could handle and a bit did squirt out of her mouth. But she managed to take most of the load down her throat. Even after she was sure she had sucked the last drop of semen from Don’s monster cock, she kept on sucking as hard as she could. Finally, Don could take no more and pushed her head off of his dick telling her the sensitivity was more than he could handle.

They lay there together. His still hard prick just inches from her mouth. She slid closer and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. The other two girls leaned in and smothered his cock with kisses.

“Girls,” gasped Don, “I’ve had too many blowjobs to count, but without a doubt that was the best one I’ve ever had in my entire life and it was with a 17-year old kid. And you took my entire prick right to the balls. Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?”

Jill decided not to answer and let him wonder. Amanda said “Mr. Pirelli, we have to get going in order to get home before our parents. We’ve never gotten a guy off twice in one meeting before so we’ve been here longer than usual.”

As the girls got themselves together preparing to leave, Don handed Jill a thousand dollars in cash and said, “I know you girls don’t charge but I want you to have this. It’s the only way I can express what a wonderful experience this has been for me. And you will definitely be hearing from me again.”

The Handy Squad – Chapter 3

The fantasy continues…..

The three girls continued on their “public service,” as they liked to call it, of searching out older single men and giving out free handjobs. Jill, Charli, and Amanda had been super tight friends since grade school and all three had shared every aspect of their life, even their deepest, darkest secrets, with each other. One thing they all agreed on was they were extremely enamored with men’s cocks. Although prior to forming The Handy Squad, they had very little actual contact with a real penis. Which was why The Handy Squad was born.

In just the first few months of the Squad’s existence, they had managed to jerk off an impressive number of older men. Most of whom requested follow-up sessions. The first contact was free and what they considered a public service. But repeat sessions were $200 each. Plus they had a standing weekly get together with a Mr. Johnson who paid them $500 weekly for handjobs and blowjobs.

The girls had discussed about going to the next step with any of these men and allowing actual intercourse. They had decided against it. After all, they were only 17 and the men they were seeing were all 60 and up.

One of the men who they met was Don Pirelli. What they didn’t know when he answered the door of what could literally be considered a mansion, was that the mansion was only a guest house down the street from his real home where he had a complete staff in a really huge estate. He also carried the tile of a Count from his former country. And was fabulously wealthy. The girls were very fortunate to catch him alone at the guest house because if they had knocked on the door of his estate, it would have been answered by one of the staff and they would never have gotten close to the Count.

They did jack him off and that somehow led to Jill giving him what he called the best blowjob of his life. She did have some experience as they all had been sucking off Mr. Johnson for the past five weeks. The Count was so impressed that he gave the girls a thousand dollars and immediately made plans to see them again. However after a couple more sessions with the Count, Jill had become obsessed with his overly large penis. And it wasn’t just the size. She thought it was the best looking cock she had ever seen and had become totally obsessed with it. It was all that she thought about.

She contacted the Count and made arrangements to meet him at the guest house. She was already feeling guilty about not telling the rest of the Handy Squad what she was doing. But she wanted at least one session with the Count’s beautiful cock all to herself. In the last two sessions with him the girls had taken turns jacking him off. He was actually partial to handjobs and his reasoning was he liked viewing his cock being worked over with the hands of the three teens. And he especially got off on seeing his cock spurt streams of cum. If his dick was buried in one of the girl’s mouths, he couldn’t admire his bulging shiny cockhead and couldn’t get off seeing himself ejaculate halfway across the room. And the girls agreed. They also got off seeing him blast a load of cum out of his monster cock.

When Jill arrived at the guest house, the Count wanted to know where her teammates were? She explained that the three of them had agreed that no actual fucking would occur with any of the men they serviced. But she admitted to the Count that she had an all-consuming desire to have his big prick buried deep in her pussy. She told him that’s all she thought about 24/7 and it was driving her crazy. She told him that she’d never been fucked but spent all her waking hours visualizing what it would feel like to have her pussy stretched with the Count’s huge prick.

Don Pirelli was all for the idea. He confessed that he had visions of fucking her ever since he met her. They both shed their clothing and climbed onto the Count’s California King Size bed. His cock was instantly hard and Jill immediately grabbed it, stroked it, kissed it and sucked the bulbous head. The Count liberally coated his throbbing cock with lubricant and also smeared it over the entrance to Jill’s cunt. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. The Count directed the head of his penis to her opening and attempted to enter her. The head finally slid into her followed by about five or six inches of throbbing cock. The head bumped up against her cervix and she winced with the slight pain. He realized that he had to take it easy since she was a virgin. She had already told him that all three of the girls had already destroyed their hymens playing with Amanda’s mother’s large collection of dildoes and vibrators. They had spent hours getting each other off long before they formed The Handy Squad.

Still, it was important to take it somewhat easy with a girl who had never been fucked before. The Count spent the next hour thrusting his hard prick in and out of Jill’s now juicy teen cunt. Anytime he got close to cumming he would back off for a bit or change to a new position. The Count knew every coital position that existed and tried them all out on the willing teen. She turned out to be multi-orgasmic and they both lost count of how many times she came. Finally it was his turn and with an almost animalistic heaving of the two bodies, he felt the cum start to ejaculate from his big cock into the sweet teen’s vagina. They were back in the missionary position and she had her legs locked around him and screamed with ecstasy, and some pain, as she felt the semen splatter against her insides. Finally his thrusts diminished as the last of his orgasm brought him down and the two of them lay there exhausted. After a few minutes she felt his cock slip from her and she reversed her position on the bed and took his wilting penis in her mouth and sucked it clean of her juices and his cum. The combination of the two flavors was very unique and she looked forward to experiencing it many more times.

Jill had been gone for a long time and had to get home. The Count gave her another thousand dollars which sounds like a lot but was pocket change to him. At any given time he carried fifteen to twenty thousand in cash. She took an Uber home and once there, called Charli and Amanda and asked them to come over to her house.

Once all three girls were there, Jill confessed to what she had done. She was afraid they would be mad at her but actually they thought it was great that she took that step. She offered to split the money with them but they said she earned it. But they both now admitted they would like to fuck the Count as, like Jill, they wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by a cock that large. She told them it was fabulous. She was frankly a bit jealous to share the Count’s cock with her friends but she realized there was no room for jealousy. Because of many factors, her relationship with the Count would never be anything more than sexual so it was only fair that the other girls get their share.

Another meeting was set up for a few days in the future and the three teens hooked up once again with the Count. Jill was surprised that she actually got a sexual thrill, along with some pangs of jealousy, watching the Count’s huge member thrusting into the pussies of her two best friends. The Count fucked Charli first and after a few minutes rest, he assaulted Amanda’s waiting pussy for a second ejaculation.

After both copulations, Jill made it her duty to suck his cock clean of semen and her friend’s vaginal juices. The Count felt bad about not being up to fucking Jill in the time they had left but made up for it by licking and sucking her clit to several screaming orgasms. Jill was on birth control but the other two were not. But the Count had Julie pills available for the girls to take and neither was in what was considered their ovulation periods so the risk of pregnancy was almost non-existent. They made plans for another hookup the following week and the Count promised to fuck all three of them.

The Count handed out another thousand dollars to each of the three girls. As the girls headed home in an Uber they discussed what to do about all the money they were getting. There really was no way to spend it and hide it from their parents. Between the $500 a week Mr. Johnson was giving them and then another $200 a week for a repeat with former sessions, plus the thousand a week each girl was going to be getting from the Count, the total was $3,700 a week. Divided three ways, that was $1,233 a week for each girl. Tax fee. That was almost $65,000 net a year. What to do? Charli came up with opening savings accounts and just saving the money until they were older. With a bit of cleverness they could keep the accounts hidden from their parents and build a nice little nest egg for when they left home and were out on their own.

And realistically, how long could they keep up the pace with The Handy Squad? At some point all the jacking, sucking and fucking was going to get to be too much too handle. But for now, it was sure a lot of fun to play with all of those different hard cocks.

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Tony and Anne By The Pool

I had met Tony recently. I knew he, like I, was married with grown kids. I hadn’t met his wife yet.

I thought I knew him well enough to drop by his house unannounced. Friends can do that, right?

So, I drove over and rang the doorbell. His wife answered. What a knockout! She’s Asian and petite. I’ve always been attracted to small women, and Asian women! Her name is Anne. She told me to go around back, Tony was by the pool.

It made sense, it was a hot Saturday afternoon. I was thinking, as I walked along the side of the house toward the back yard, ‘How lucky, Tony and Anne have a pool.’ I wished my wife, Lorie, and I had one.

I came around the corner of the house, and saw the concrete area surrounding the pool, and the pool itself with a big inflatable toy idly floating on the water. But I didn’t see Tony – at first.

My gaze went to some loungers by the side of the pool, and there was Tony, laying in one of them. At that moment, I quickly decided I should turn and sneak away quickly and quietly. Because, you see, Tony was not only stark naked, but masturbating a very erect penis!

As I started to turn, Tony yelled, “Oh, Hello Tom. So nice of you to drop by!”

Now, I couldn’t just sneak away. I felt like I was caught. Caught with my pants down. How weird is that? I mean, I catch the guy jerking off, and I’m the one who feels trapped, embarrassed!

What could I do? Hesitantly, I turned back toward Tony and took a step closer.

“Oh Tom, it’s fine, I was just jerking off. No need to run off like that,” he laughed.

Then he added, “Why don’t you join me?”

What in the world does one do in such a circumstance? Of course I’d masturbated a thousand times. I was no stranger to the activity. But with another guy? Never!

My mind was racing. What should I do? What should I do? It all happened in a moment. My logical mind said there was nothing wrong with it. Really, what’s wrong with masturbating with a friend? But there was my whole upbringing fighting against me. Wasn’t nudism generally wrong? What about the church? My religion, I mean? What does it teach about this? Trying hard to figure it out, I realized there was nothing bad about wanking with a friend. Why, just a month or so ago in church, the preacher, mostly directing his sermon to some of the youngsters in the congregation, alluded that masturbation was an acceptable alternative to premarital sex. I was almost shocked at the time, but I knew that he was helping the kids by saying that.

Well, I couldn’t just walk away. To say something, anything, wouldn’t work. Like, “Hey Tony, I see you’re busy.” Nope. Or, “Oh my God!” No, that wouldn’t work either.

I must have looked ridiculous approaching the empty lounge chair next to him so slowly. Tony just smiled – and continued stroking his erection. I couldn’t help myself. I glanced, then I stared. Then, catching myself staring at his hand working on his penis, I tried looking away, but that wasn’t quite right either. Like, I was obviously trying to look away. Geez!

It took me a full two minutes, but finally my Sandals, T-shirt, shorts and underwear came off, and I was in the lounger next to my friend. My penis, however, stayed soft.

Frankly, looking back on it, I found the scene surprisingly erotic. This was some serious ice-breaking. To be able to jerk off with a male friend was something I had sort of fantasized about, but here it was becoming real. But it also scared the bejeepers out of me. Why, I don’t know exactly. Maybe it was because his wife might catch us. Or a neighbor. But, no, there was a tall fence all the way around the yard. And Anne, well I guess she knew what her husband was doing out here. Or did she? Hell, I had no idea. But what if Anne caught me? Would that be right? My mind was still spinning. Meanwhile, after stroking my soft noodle next to Tony for a while, it was starting to stiffen up.

Tony had been saying some stuff, but I barely heard it through the noise going on in my brain. I pieced back together what he was saying, “Nice cock, Tom. I’m so glad you decided to drop by.”

I was thinking how totally accepting he was. And more, he hadn’t even flinched when I showed up. I mean, if I was caught wanking in my own back yard by a new friend, I’d probably run screaming into the house.

I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling, so I slowed down. I wanted this to last. Evidently, Tony was quite good at edging, since he had been wanking before I arrived, and was still wanking away, evidently in no hurry, and without a care in the world.

Suddenly, the sliding glass door on the back of the house slid open. Adrenaline shot through my system. Anne appeared carrying a tray. What was I supposed to do? Should I grab my underpants and put them back on? No time for that. Should I go somewhere? Do something? What? Talk about a deer in the headlights! I was totally frozen, still with my hand on my erect penis, but I had stopped stroking.

“I thought you boys would enjoy some lemonade,” she said as she approached us with the tray, handing me a glass, and the other glass to Tony. To accept the glass, I had to take my hand off my penis. I accepted the glass, my penis standing straight up in the slight but warm breeze. Tony and Anne acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

What could possibly happen next? Might she take off her dress and join us? Wouldn’t that be something? But it didn’t happen. She returned to the house with her empty tray.

Tony and I talked a bit about tennis of all things as we sipped our lemonade. He kept stroking with his other hand. I followed his lead. The distraction of the drinks kept us away from orgasming. After we had finished the drinks and talked a bit more, Tony started tensing up and grunting. I was able to witness several shots of white semen shooting out of his penis and onto his belly.

I’ve always liked cumshots in porn. I don’t know why. So, naturally, that set me off, and I started ejaculating also.

Afterward, we toweled off the sperm, and then jumped in the pool. While soaking in the deliciously cool water, we talked a bit more. This time, it wasn’t about tennis. It was about sex and masturbation. “Oh, yes,” Tony informed me, “Sometimes Anne joins me out by the pool. We do have sex, but more often, we really enjoy masturbating side by side.”

He went on to tell me this was the first time she had seen another man jerking off with her husband. Tony suspected she really enjoyed seeing that, and suggested I should come by more often. He even went so far as to say she might join us. I asked whether my wife was invited.

“Hell yes!” was his answer.

That excited me in more ways than I can say. Lorie is adventurous, and might just go for this. Plus, she’s a real looker with her tall, slim body and beautiful red hair. I’d like Anne and Tony to see her in all her glory.

I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Lorie about my interesting afternoon.

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Rope Broke

Rope broke, mature male-male fun

I have a truck full of equipment. I’m in the small engine repair business. Strictly house calls. Every summer, I try to save up, but I’m practically starving toward the end of winter.

One late winter day I got a call to fix a snowblower. It seems the starter rope broke when an old man was pulling on it. Expecting the handle to stop three feet away from the engine as it usually did, the poor old guy fell over backward, spraining a wrist.

I got there, and rang the doorbell. I heard a faint, “Come on in,” from inside the huge house.

I let myself in and followed the sound of “In here,” arriving at the fellow’s bedroom.

He was laying in bed and said, “Pardon me for not being dressed, but I seem to have hurt my wrist.”

I must have looked like ‘So what, you can still get around, right?’ so he held up his other hand, showing me that his last three fingers were swollen. So, he had hurt both hands. Now I understood. Under the circumstances, having me come to his bedroom made sense.

What didn’t make quite as much sense is that he was laying on top of the sheets completely nude. I couldn’t tell for sure, but his penis seemed a little bit swelled up, too, like partially erect.

Well, whatever. It’s not like I haven’t seen naked men before. I’m all for diversity. I guess you’d call me omni-bisexual. I like people of all sexes, any age beyond teenagers, any body shape, color and size. Why do you think I named my business “Rainbow Small Engine Repair?”

I went out to the garage and replaced his starter rope and made sure the engine started quickly. An easy job. I could only charge $75, but being late winter, I sure wished it had been a bigger, better paying job.

I let myself back into the house without knocking. I figured that’s what the old guy would want. I came to his room, and found him with a full erection, and in the process of attempting to jerk off with his hurt hands.

I told him it was $75. He got up, with his penis still erect, walked over to his dresser, and fumbled with his wallet. His hands were too sore, so he asked me to get the cash out, stating that he wanted to pay me $100, as a bit of a tip. I was delighted.

After thanking him, I stated the obvious, “I guess it’s hard to jerk off with your hands like that.”

“Boy, is it! My wife would have helped, but she’s been dead two years now.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Then he asked, “Say, young fella, would you mind helping me out? You know what I mean, right?”

My heart jumped into my throat. I would love to jerk this old guy off. I was surprised by my own reaction. After all, I had done everything you can imagine with dozens of young guys and young women, and older people too, although never a really old, gray haired, bearded man like this guy.

So, he got back in the bed, and I jerked him off. I wanted it to be especially nice for him, so every time he got close, I stopped for a moment, edging him deliciously. Finally, he blew a small load over my hand. He told me that was the best handjob he’s ever had in his whole long life. I doubted it, but, well, maybe. I’m pretty good at reading a man’s (or a woman’s) physiology, and stopping just before they cum every time. I can keep them on a very enjoyable edge for a long time.

After a moment of recovery, he stood up, and walked back to his wallet on the dresser. Realizing he couldn’t open it, he said to me, “Grab that, would you?”

I picked up his wallet.

“Under the flap, you’ll see two folded-up $100 bills. Please take one, and leave the other. That’s for you, young’un.”

“Oh, no, I did it as a favor, and because I knew I’d enjoy getting my hands on your penis.” I was hearing myself saying that, and wishing I had something else I could have said, because I could really use another hundred dollars.

“Oh no, I insist. What am I going to do, take it with me to the grave?” he laughed.

Since that time, I have a standing appointment for Tuesday mornings to jerk him off. Every time, I say I don’t need to get paid. Every time, he insists on giving me another $100.

His wrist and hands have long since healed, and now he jerks me off every time also. First I do him, then he does me. He always cums, but always a small amount. He says that’s just something that happens with older people. Their quantity of semen goes down. Every time, he still insists on giving me the $100.

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I’m a Nudist Nonbinary Man


I'm a nudist nonbinary man and I masturbate

I’ve never felt like I was fully a man. There was no doubt about it
physically and I was always interested in my body and in masturbation. But
while I loved women, I never had that desperate need that so many men have;
in fact, I was seldom able to perform adequately with a woman, no matter how
much I loved her. And while I’ve always had a strong feminine side, and
have dressed essentially androgynously (jeans, shorts, t-shirts/tank tops,
sandals, and I love wearing short men’s skirts), that was the extent of it.

Complicating this was serious PTSD from being sexually abused at a very
young age by my grandfather. I’ve slowly recovered vague memories of him
having me be his “naked slave”, a pattern of behavior that resurfaced after
the divorce from my first wife, and which I adopted completely – the idea
that because I could not perform with women I had to become a slave to the
Goddess and serve her through naked service to women. There’s nothing wrong
with that if it’s sincere. The article “Slave Michael” here on
ProWank.com is about my life when I was seeing myself as a slave.

Then I caught Covid, which was mild, followed by long Covid, which laid me
low. I was bedridden for weeks, with a slow recovery to follow. It
affected my brain and my thinking, and as I came back to life I realized
that the PTSD and slavery had vanished. While I still love to be and be
seen naked, the urge to submit myself to a subservient relationship was
gone.

While I was sick I got acquainted with current thinking about gender
identity, and soon realized that, in modern terms, I am nonbinary. I
strongly identify physically as male, but sexually I’m female. This is why
my sexual relations were not successful – I was supposed to be the one
getting fucked. I realized I had lost all interest in having sex with
women. Like most men, I’ve experimented with anal sex and liked it OK.
Alright, more than OK when it came to wearing a butt plug and the few
occasions when a woman used a dildo on me. But the thought of being fucked
by a man was anathema to me. I obtained a dildo which is almost exactly like
my own penis but two inches longer, and using it on myself turned out to be a
delight, so much so that I began collecting photos of attractive penises from
the Internet, having prints made of the best ones, and fantasizing about them
being used on me.


Oddly enough, though, I still have absolutely no actual
sexual interest in other men – I just want to be fucked by a beautiful penis.
It was a revelation to find that there was very little actually sexual about
being fucked, but I love not only how it feels but also the idea of having
to allow my body to be penetrated and used for someone else’s pleasure, for
as long as he wants to. But the pandemic, and then monkeypox, make it all
too obvious that it’s way too risky to be meeting people I don’t know well
and allowing them to use my body these days.

Michael, nonbinary nudist

I’ve lived for years as a smooth (shaved) nudist full time at home, and
sometimes when visiting friends. My useless-for-sexual-relations genitals
are not just visible all the time, the lack of pubic hair puts them on
display. It’s impossible for me to ignore them. The realization that they
can only be used for masturbation now has freed me to see them in a
different light: that’s what they’re for, and there’s no shame or guilt in
it, any more than using my legs to walk around, because it’s no longer about
sex in the traditional sense. I don’t do it because I feel deprived or
sneaky, I do it because it brings me pure, unadulterated joy. And honestly,
is there anything more beautiful than a big erection?

Things I think about when I masturbate:

* Having my anus exposed and available all the time

* Going out in a skirt and getting fucked

* Having friends who come to my house and fuck me sometimes

* The first time I get fucked being videoed and posted online

* Living as a roommate with a man, on the condition that I live naked all the time and he can fuck me

* There are lots of photos on the Internet, most on Wikimedia, of me naked that get lots of views and that I can’t take down, and I think about people looking at those and seeing me the way I actually live.

* People seeing my naked pictures on the Internet and thinking about me getting fucked

* Also people looking at pictures of my bare feet on the Internet

* Always being naked and shaved with my genitals on display

* Everyone knowing my genitals will never again be used for sex with another person, and that they are only for viewing and masturbation

* People reading this article

I don’t masturbate with the goal of ejaculating, quite the opposite. I’m a
tantric edger, getting high on sexual energy, and prolonging the high for as
long as possible. In that respect, masturbation is sacred, since tanra is
one of the seven yogas, on a par with the hatha yoga practiced by many.
There is a spiritual element to the high that elevates the spirit and lasts
afterwards. In the interest of keeping the plumbing healthy, I do
occasionally cum, and it’s a rare treat when I do.

Nonbinary Michael masturbating

Sometimes I will take yohimbe, an herb which acts a lot like Viagra, and
spend hours enjoying the extended state of arousal. It also makes my body
look sexier to me, especially being shaved. I wish I could feel like that
all the time, but the herb has side effects that make it impractical for me
to use it too often. The new freedom I feel about masturbating means
promoting and dedicating time to it no longer carries any stigma. After
all, how is it any worse a thing to do than to self-indulge watching
football and drinking beer all day? And I wind up feeling fulfilled, not
drunk.

I should add that I never masturbate around others unless it’s part of the
context of a situation. Similarly, if a visitor is not comfortable with
nudity, I wear clothes in their presence. I get no pleasure from someone
else’s discomfort. I do often regret that necessity, since it’s all about
pleasure and joy, but members of this society are conditioned from early in
life to be ashamed of their bodies, and to fear being in the presence of
nudity. I would love for masturbation to be widely viewed as I view it, a
personal activity that’s good for physical and mental health, and not one
more thing to feel inhibited and guilty about. Maybe someday we’ll get
there.