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Back in the Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Apology From 13-Year-Old Brother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Masturbating In Front of Wives and Girlfriends

by Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sex With a Really Hot Teen

By Spurtz

I started a new business many, many years ago with a partner on a 50-50 basis. For the first year or so my partner pulled his share of the weight. But as the business took off and became super successful, he pretty much stopped even coming to the office except to pick up his paycheck. Which was the same one I was drawing despite the fact that I ran the company and he did nothing.

You would think I would be very unhappy with that arrangement, but in fact, just the opposite was true. I was more than happy to give him his paycheck as long as he stayed away. I had built a very efficient, smooth running business but every time he stuck his nose in the door, chaos occurred. He was one of those guys who was not happy unless he could cause problems.

He built himself a nightclub which kept him busy at night. During the day he had developed a somewhat clever scam. He had purchased several properties and had a reputation for somebody with money who was looking to buy more properties. He would only deal with female real estate agents and had quickly learned that he could go look at homes with various agents, most of whom would fuck him while touring a home, if they thought it might seal the deal. According to my partner, about 80% of the real estate agents he dealt with would fuck him. More than once on the floor of an unfurnished empty house.
One agent in particular was a divorcee whose ex-husband lived in New York with their 18-year old daughter. My business partner came to me one day and told me that the daughter was going to be visiting her mother during the summer and could I give her a job. It so happened that our receptionist had just resigned to get married so I put the daughter into the job. We had very little foot traffic so her main job was answering the phone.

When the daughter Ellie showed up you could have knocked my socks off. Not only was she extremely attractive, she also had a body to die for. After she had been there for a few days the one thing she did that drove me crazy was how she showed off her legs. She always wore hose that had some kind material that was very shiny, much more so than conventional nylon stockings. Maybe they were silk. She also wore extremely short skirts. She knew she had killer legs and obviously loved to show them off.

All of a sudden I found myself visiting the front office way more than in the past. I tried to flirt a bit with her but she was all business. I freely admit that I had the serious hots for her. I was 32 at the time so she probably thought of me as an “old man.”

One Friday evening I had a local trip planned to an event that tied in with what my business was doing. To my great surprise, Ellie asked if she could go along with me. I told her to meet me back at the office a couple of hours after our normal closing. She did have her own car. She showed up and left her car at the office and we took off in mine. It was about an hour’s drive to event which lasted a couple of hours and then an hour back. By the time we got back in town it was about 10 pm. I asked if she would like a tour of my apartment, which was actually worth a look, as I had had it professionally furnished and decorated. Again she surprised me by accepting my offer.

Once was the tour was over, we sat on the couch and listened to some music and enjoyed some mixed drinks. Up until then I hadn’t made a move on her or even attempted any light flirting. But now with her alone in my apartment, it was Katie bar the door. I put my arms around her and kissed her and got zero resistance. In fact I got a very enthusiastic response. Over the next hour we must have kissed a thousand times. She had a terrific rack which I managed to work over pretty thoroughly but only from the outside of her blouse.

I got my hand up her skirt and eventually got a finger or two in her pussy, which was nice and wet. Try as I might, she wouldn’t let me go any further. I did eventually get her bra loose and was able to get my hands on her bare tits but I never did actually see them. My dick was as hard as it had ever been and I wanted to fuck that young girl in the worst way. But she kept telling me she was saving her virginity for when she got married.

Finally I gave up. We got in my car and I drove her to the office to get her car. But before she got out of my car, we started up again with passionate kisses and me fingering her pussy. I really thought for a minute that she would let me fuck her in the car but no luck. I gave up a second time and she left. She also left me with the worst case of blue balls in my entire life.

I had assumed that I could jack off once I got home and alleviate the pain but it doesn’t work like that. I did jack off. Twice in fact, but my nuts still hurt so fucking bad I couldn’t go to sleep. I was really pissed at the little cock tease and when I went back to the office on Monday morning, I made it a point to avoid her.

For the next week I only interfaced with her when I absolutely had to. She knew I was really unhappy with her. Then one day I came back from lunch to find a sealed envelope sitting on my typewriter. Yep, we had typewriters back then. It had my name on the envelope. I opened it and there was a note inside. For some reason, the words in that note have been engraved in my brain for over fifty years. It said, “I have decided to do that which I said I would never do.” It was unsigned but could only have come from Ellie.

I went to her desk and asked her if she really meant what the note said. She said, “Yes.” I said, “No more fucking around?” Again she said, “Yes.”

I told her to drive over to my apartment after work. I only lived three blocks away. Sure enough she showed up and I immediately took her into my bedroom. We started making out like crazy and within about ten minutes we had our naked bodies entwined with each other. Believe me, it was fucking hot. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She had a very athletic body. Her firm teen tits looked magnificent. The one thing she did that I will never forget is at one point she got a firm grip on my dick and ran my cockhead all over her face. She basically gave herself a facial massage with my dick. I never had that before or since but it was wonderful.

That led us to the 69 position where she eagerly sucked my dick while I ate out that sweet teen pussy. And shortly after that my hard cock found its way to her pussy. She went through a bunch of crap about “first time” and I was “taking her virginity” but it was all an acting job on her part. When I finally shoved my cock in her cunt she acted like it really hurt and made some comment about busting her cherry. I went along with her little charade if that’s what it took for me to give her a royal fucking.

But once we got past all of that, she became a human dynamo and fucked my brains out. Before the evening was over I fucked her three times and she spent a lot of time between sessions playing with, and sometimes sucking, my dick. No way was this kid a virgin.
At one point I was laying on my back and she was stroking my cock to full hardness for another round. Then she climbed on top of me. She straddled me and managed to position her clit directly over the frenulum of my cock and started sliding up and down the length of my dick. I’ve always wondered if that felt as good to her as it did to me.

I only got together with her one time after that. Somehow my business partner found out I was fucking her and he got all upset about it. I never understood what he was pissed about since he was fucking her mother almost daily. I guess he told the mother that I was banging the daughter, because the girl was shipped back to NY the next week, never to be heard from again. She was a great sex partner and I always regretted we didn’t have more time together.

(Author’s Note: This is a 100% true story.)

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Melanie, Massage Therapist

So I go to this woman every Thursday at 10am. I’ve been doing it almost every week for over a year now. She frustrates me so much. Why I come back for more, I have no idea.

It started out as ordinary massages. I know I’m a little too old to play basketball, so I do get sore muscles. She helped right from the start. I’d play pickup games with some guys, mostly younger than me on Wednesday nights, be kind of hobbling Thursday morning. Fortunately, she’s always been available at 10am.

She starts with a regular massage and that’s all it was for the first year or so. Sure, sometimes I’d get a bit of an erection, but not like a big, full one. I’m sure she saw it and I was a little embarrassed about it, but neither of us said anything. I figured she’s seen them before, she’ll see them again, and it’s just part of her routine.

Of course, I’d end up at home on Wednesday afternoons and wank like crazy after my massage sessions. Conveniently, my wife does volunteer work at the humane society and is always out of the house all day on Wednesdays.

Well, to make a long story short, Melanie, that’s the massage practitioner, suggested I might do well with a prostate massage. She said at my age, prostate health can be an issue. In fact, I had been peeing less powerfully than in my youth. My doctor did tests, and said my PSA is just fine. My blood pressure, too, I’m proud to say. Personally, I think that’s because of all the wanking I do.

Sorry, I’m getting off topic. I had never heard of a prostate massage, but of course I know what the prostate gland is. I assumed she’d just press around my perineum a bit, you know the area between the anus and scrotum. The idea of her seeing my possible erection up close was sort of worrying, but I figured I could keep it down, or that it wouldn’t matter. Still, just the thought of it was embarrassing. After all, I’m as private as the next man when it comes to that sort of stuff.

Like an idiot, I said “Sure.” Besides, she was including it. She wasn’t going to charge extra. Melanie is like that. I can tell she is a very loving and giving person. Too bad she’s married and I’m married. Even though she’s 63, she is still a super-hot chick, and I could go for her under different circumstances. My wife is rather prudish. I mean, we do fuck, but only maybe once every couple of weeks, and she’s always been adverse to anything besides plain old missionary position. She has never sucked my dick… Sorry, I’m getting off-topic again.

Melanie got to work. Massage as normal. I had pretty much forgotten about the prostate thing. At the end she said I should turn over and get on my hands and knees on her massage table. As I did so, she placed a couple of paper towels directly under my belly. I wondered why. Behind me, I heard her snap on rubber gloves. One knows that sound instantly. All you need is a medical prostate exam once to remember that sound for the rest of your life.

Suddenly alarm bells were ringing. What, exactly was she planning? What should I do about it? I actually made a move to turn around or get off the table, but only moved an inch or two. I mean, what would I say to her? What was I, some kind of jerk, asking for a thing, then not wanting it? Oh my, my. What should I do? As my mind was racing, I was kind of frozen in place, with my hands and knees on the table, and my ass up in the air. I knew this was going to hurt, but what, exactly should I do?

Still frozen, I felt her finger. It was not touching my anus. It was touching around the periphery, and very lightly. I felt something creamy. I really didn’t want this. However, her touch at that moment was magical. I mean, it felt really nice. Very erotic. I wasn’t expecting that. With a sort of embarrassed horror, I realized that seemingly in an instant, as she was rubbing my anal area lightly like that, my penis had grown to its full, throbbing length. Obviously, she could see that.

My mind was racing even more and I was just plain frozen in place. She kept doing that little circular rubbing thing. OK, she’d be sticking that finger in me at any moment, and it was going to hurt. I just knew it! But I was also sort of OK with it. The eroticism, even if she had no idea what was happening in my mind and body, was through the roof. She could go ahead and stick a finger in me if she wanted. Let it hurt. No big deal.

And she did just that. Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt her fingertip penetrating right into the center of my anus, into the center of my very being. And it didn’t hurt yet. It just felt so fucking nice! She continued, taking a very long time until finally, her finger was all the way in me and it felt so amazing. It never hurt. Not one little bit. I guess the slowness and her tenderness made it much different than a quick in and out medical prostate exam.

Melanie just held her finger in me for quite a while. I hoped it would never end. Then she pressed forward a little. Or at least that’s what I think she was doing. I felt something I had never quite felt in my life. It was like I had to pee, but not that. Something better. It just felt nice. That, evidently, was prostate massage.

She continued. I felt another weird sensation. It felt like pee was flowing down through my urethra. Weird. Then I heard a sort of ‘drip, drip’ on the paper towel under me. What was going on? Had I peed? Had I ejaculated? I didn’t really think so, but what was that? Later I came to find out that the prostate stores semen, and when compressed, the semen has to go somewhere, so without ejaculating, it is forced out.

This was so good. I would rate it beyond intercourse with my wife. Really. This was amazing. I was sure I’d end up ejaculating, and although I felt naughty, like a kid who is about to commit a minor crime, logically, I wasn’t going to do anything wrong. If Melanie was going to give me a handjob, well that was just part of the treatment, right?

But she didn’t! She pulled her finger out slowly and quietly said, “Done. You can turn over and just lay on the table and relax for a few minutes if you’d like.”

I was so ready to cum, and it didn’t happen. I almost thought of asking, even begging Melanie to finish me off, but thought that might be, I don’t know what. Too direct? Too forward? Breaking the rules? Too naughty? I am a married man, after all.

Well it’s been like that every week since. Melanie massages my body, finishing with my internal prostate massage. I always become super erect. I’m sure she sees that. But I don’t get to cum.

It used to be I’d jerk off the moment I got home after Melanie’s massages, but things have changed.

I was feeling guilty about the whole thing, so hesitantly, sheepishly, I told my wife what was going on. I thought she’d become tremendously upset. Maybe even slap me. Instead, she broke into a big smile. I didn’t have a clue what she was thinking. Remember this is my wife. I love her, but I have to say, she is a prude.

Quietly, she asked, “Women don’t have prostates, do they?”

I answered, “No, I guess not.”

“Do you think I’d benefit from a massage like that?”

That’s when I discovered the joys of anal fingering. My wife now gives me occasional prostate massages. I give her anal massages surprisingly often, often ending with her having crashing orgasms. That’s kind of interesting, because she never orgasmed like that when we fucked. Just last week, she wanted me to finger her pussy in the same way I’ve been fingering her ass. She loved that. She’s been hinting that she’d like to become more sexual again. I’m not sure, but I think she indicated she’d like to be anally fucked. I’ll be ready the moment she says “Yes.”

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Cucumbers

My girlfriend came home with a bunch of cucumbers in various sizes. She warmed them in water, then explained her plan to me. She wanted me to coat them with coconut oil, then squeeze them into her pussy, working up to the biggest size she could take.

As we started, with me totally ignoring my erection, I was afraid of hurting her. She was wincing, moaning, and occasionally yelling out, but she kept insisting she wanted more. I should mention that’s she’s always been multi-orgasmic and orgasmed a couple of times during this process. I could feel her contractions as I held on to the ends of the cucumbers. I worked up to the biggest cucumber we had, which was maybe two inches (5cm) in diameter. She was able to take it’s full width, but she wasn’t satisfied.

She wanted me to try the same thing, but in her butt. There, she could take only a 1.5-inch (3.5cm) cucumber before she called it quits. She orgasmed from that also.

Then she announced it was my turn.

“Whaaat?”

She was serious. She started with out smallest, pickle-sized cucumber and slowly pushed and twisted it into my ass. It hurt, so I asked her to take it out. A minute later, I realized it hadn’t hurt that much, and for some reason, I really, really wanted more.

I asked her to push it back in, and this time it hurt hardly at all, and felt very nice. She then worked up to the two-incher (5cm), and as she slowly pushed that in, it didn’t hurt at all. Oddly, I wanted more. I wanted to try a huge cucumber, but that was the biggest we had. Suddenly, without my penis having been touched, cum was spurting out of me in one of the more intense orgasms of my life.

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Big Clit Situation

In my teens, I led a ridiculously sheltered life. I didn’t know I was different from anyone else. Then, one day I happened across some pictures on Wikipedia. I was fascinated by penises, but somehow found myself looking at vaginas also.

Where were their sticking out things? Looking close at some of the pictures, I figured out all these women’s vaginas had little tiny clitorises. What was up with that?

Well, it didn’t take me long to figure out that I’m a freak of nature, and frankly, the realization scared me to death.

It took days for me to bring up my concern with the only one I could trust, my mother.

“Oh dear,” she sighed. “I figured this would come up some day. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t bring this up sooner.”

As if I wasn’t scared already, sheesh!

She must have seen the look on my face, because she quickly added, “Oh, I mean, there’s nothing wrong…”

Then she hesitated before explaing things to me. “We knew from the time you were a baby that you’re slightly intersexed.”

“Intersexed?”

“Yeah, that means you aren’t 100% female. Oh, it’s common enough.”

Actually it isn’t common, I found out later, but it was kind of her to put it that way.

“Have you ever noticed that your breasts are kind of small?”

“Um, yes, I guess so, Mom, but I figured they’re still growing in.”

“You’re eighteen, honey. They are not going to grow any more. Well, that’s part of being intersexed.”

I was feeling kind of sick to my stomach as she went on. I really wasn’t liking hearing this. I mean, who wants to find out they are a freak?

“When you were a baby, we had some doctors take a look at you. They said you don’t have vegital testicles, which some intersexed people do have. They offered to cut down your, um, clitoris, and we said no. That you could always decide on your own if that’s what you want.”

She went on to explain that I inherited it from my father’s side of the family. Evidently, my grandmother has the same thing. I can’t even imagine… Geez! How did my mother know that, anyway?

Tears were forming in my eyes. Among everything else I was feeling, this was just too personal, especially to be discussing it with my own mother.

“Do you want?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, would you like to be surgically, uh, adjusted?”

This was all so new, and unsettling that I reacted weirdly. I moaned and ran out of the kithcen to my room, threw myself down on the bed, and had a good cry.

A half-later with a gentle knock on my door, my dad came in. I really, really didn’t want to discuss this with him. My own father! I think he knew. Wordlessly, he put an arm on my shoulder. A minute later he drew me to him and held me like a baby as I cried outright.

Time went on. A couple of months later, I had my first real boyfriend. Lukar and I were getting close. He let me know in subtle ways that it was time to take it to the next level.

We ended up breaking up over it. Not only was I a scared virgin, but I couldn’t, just couldn’t let him see my fucked up, misshapen vagina.

Months passed. I dared not get close to any other boys. I just couldn’t face the inevitable next steps. Then one day, I was idly watching a cooking video on YouTube, and the chef made some little joke. “When you have lemons, you make lemonade.” Of course I had heard that before, but my silly mind justaposed that with my huge, embarrassing clitoris problem, and some kind of reframe came to me. It hit me hard, but not in a bad way, it caused me to practically laugh out loud.

In my mind, I rephrased it to, “When you have a big clit, you make love.”

I texted Lukar. He was like, “What do you want?” I can’t blame him for the negative response. I mean, from his point of view, we had been really close, yet I wouldn’t have sex with him. When he asked why, I wouldn’t tell him. I’d just burst into tears. I can see how that might frustrate a guy.

It took me days to get him to warm up to me again. In fact, at one point, I had convinced myself he had another girlfriend. But warm up he did, at least a little bit. So it was now or never. If I wanted to keep Lukar, I had to tell him.

There’s a 7-11 near where I live that has a picnic table under a shade tree just to the side of the parking lot. Lukar and I were sitting there eating sandwiches. Once again he was hinting that he’d like to get sexual, and I was holding back. He just came out and said in an annoyed voice, “Why? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Quietly, after a pause, I said, “Well Lukar, there is something wrong with me.” Then I stopped. How does someone admit that their vagina is all wrong? Well, like my parents taught me, quoting a line from the poet Robert Frost, “The only way out is always through.”

“OK Lukar, here’s the thing. My, um…. my vag… my vagina is malformed. There, I said it!”

I’ve never seen such a look of confusion on a guy’s face in my life. “What do you mean?”

Feeling somehow freed from some sort of long, self-imposed bonds from just having said that, in a moment of stupidity, I said, “Here, I’ll show you.”

It may not have been romantic, but I grabbed him by hand and led him to the public ladies room at the gas station next door. I pulled him in. He was understandably sheepish about it. Before I lost my curage, I pulled down my shorts and undies, and let a boy look at my horrible vagina for the first time in my life.

He saw it. How could he not? It sticks out an inch, and as I found out later, more like an inch and a half when I’m aroused. Lukar was at a loss for words as I pulled my shorts back up. Quite understandable under the circumstances. Finally, after perhaps a full thirty seconds, he said, “That’s so cool! It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

That was the last thing on earth I expected.

I guess you know where this story is going. Three days later found Lukar and I in my bedroom when my family was out on a two-day holiday. We were kissing and rolling around all over my bed. It was wonderful, but my heart was beating a mile a minute, knowing, or actually not knowing, what was coming next.

We got naked. Surprisingly, now that he had seen ‘it,’ I wasn’t terribly shy about him seening me all clothes-free. In fact, I was absolutely fascinated to see him naked. His penis became erect before my very eyes. As I had mentioned, I’ve been very sheltered. I had seen some penises on Wikipedia, however. Suddenly seeing his real, live penis, I understood the similiarity. I knew what I had. It was a little penis. Or at least similar. The peehole is just under it, not at the tip, but otherwise, it’s quite similar. In time, I even realized it becomes erect just like a penis.

He reached out and touched it. He put a fingertip on my big ‘ole clit. It was like an electric shock. A good electric shock. Just that simple touch was perhaps the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt in my whole life. Did I just imagine that, or was it real?

Lukar indicated I should lay down on the bed. He laid down backward next to me. His fascinating penis was almost against my face. Then he did the unthinkable. He brought his head to my vagina, and tentatively licked my giant clit. He did it again, and again. It was feeling so nice. So incredibly nice! Oddly, I started to get some sort of chill-like feeling throughout my body, but especially in my whole vagina. The chill grew stronger, and suddenly, I was arching my back, screaming, and feeling the most incredible pulsation-like feeling. Of course, you, dear reader, know exactly what I’m talking about, and I did kind of know what was happening. It was my first orgasm, of course. I mean, talk about sheltered. I had never masturbated, or even thought of doing anything like that.

It took me a long time to calm down. Lukar was patient and just held me as I shook, jittered, then cried, and finally laughed.

I’m no rocket scientist, but I figured he wanted something more out of the evening than to see me have an orgasm. Being communicative, I asked what he would like.

“What I want more than anything in the world, is to put my cock in your pussy.” I was a bit shocked by his language. “But, I’m not going to. Not tonight. We’re young, we have plenty of time. Instead, would you like to see a man have an orgasm?”

“I certainly would!”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started moving the skin of his penis up and down, and within a minute, he was moaning, and several shots of white stuff came out of him. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I mean, in reality, perhaps it was rather ugly. Like, here’s this thin skin, veiny thing sticking out of a guy, surrounded by unruly curly hair, and it’s spurts out a sticky substance. Who could think that was beautiful? Well I could!

I asked him to do it again. He gently told me that men need time to recuperate, and can only do it once. He promised I’d get to see that again soon.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Over the next two days, I sure had a lot to think about. I figured out my vagina may be deformed, but it didn’t seem to bother Lukar any. We got together again. I thought it might be a repeat of that first time, but no, he had something else in mind.

We kissed for a short while, but both of us were too excited to stick with just that for long. Lukar broke away and pulled a small packet out of his pocket. To give you an idea how sheltered I had been, I was very curious as to what it was. I’m sure you’ve figured it out already. It was a condom. He unrolled it on his penis, while I watched, fascinated.

He had me lay down, and started rubbing his fingertips over my clit. It swelled to it’s full 32 millimeters. I was also getting unexpectedly wet down there. Suddenly, he pulled away, then kind of climbed with his big, heavy body right on top of me. I felt a kind of poking and hair-pulling sensation around my vagina. I wasn’t complaining.

Oh my! Oh, my gosh! My vagina stretched open as he worked his penis slowly in. It kind of hurt a little tiny bit, but I barely noticed. It was the most fulfilling feeling in the whole world. I had no idea anything could be like that. Now I know where the word “fulfilling” came from!

Even though now-a-days it takes more than intercourse to make me orgasm most of the time, I sure did orgasm that night. Almost immediately. And, he orgasmed inside me only a moment later. After we had our orgasms, I wanted him to stay in me forever, even though his body was kind of heavy. But it wasn’t to be. Soon, he softened, and his penis slipped out of me.

Time went on. He went west to college. I went east. We texted all the time. We even sexted. It couldn’t last. We both knew it.

I met another boy. I had no hesitation in telling him that he may be shocked by my huge clit. His eyes lit up not with disgust, or horror, but with excitement. He wanted to see it right away. He, like Lukar, was delighted. We fucked. It was glorious. We hung for a couple of months, but then amicably went our separate ways.

Time went on. I found that my lemon could indeed make lemonade. I became very proud of my super-large clit. Not only that, it always opened doors for me. I would look for an opportunity to mention my ‘deformity’ as soon as I could work it into a conversation with any guy I fancied, and soon enough, we were fucking our heads off!

Supposedly guys are into big tits, yet every one of these guys complimented and fell in love with my relatively tiny tits.

I went from a sheltered girl to practically a nymphomaniac. In college I shifted my major to psychology. That was so I could specialize in sexual psychology. I stayed in college because it was so much fun, even though my student loan was growing through the roof. In time, I recieved my Phd. I stayed on at the college as an assistant professor and then a full professor. I got married to another psychology professor. Like every man I’ve ever met, he was fascinated by, and loved my large clitoris.

We have two kids, a boy and a girl. They are lovely kids. Both geniuses, I’m sure. Well, they do get good grades, are rather athletic, and seem to get along nicely with everyone. Guess what the girl inherited? Yup, you guessed it. She will not grow up so sheltered. I’ll let her know what’s what as soon as she is ready to hear it. I think she’ll be delighted.

Editor’s note: I have seen her clit. I even asked her to get it hard for me. It is larger than usual, but not absolutely huge.

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Martina And Me

by Spurtz

A few years ago I posted a notice on the masturbation bulletin board on The Masturbation Page site about a proposed group jack in my area. I ended up with seven guys who said they would attend. So last Saturday we had the session. As usual on these things, we had a lot of no shows. It ended up myself, three guys, and one of my gf’s. She is a real hot little number and after we all got naked, she took turns jacking each cock. She would stroke each guy’s cock and balls for about five minutes and then move on to the next guy. She went around the room about four or five times giving each guy’s cock some fabulous stroke action. She liberally lubed up each prick. Then when we were all bursting ready to cum, she had each of us, one at a time, lay on the sofa and she got between our legs and jacked us to orgasm. It was totally hot.

Then on Sunday morning, I checked my e-mail and had a message from a gal named Martina who had seen my bulletin board post. She said her fantasy had long been to be part of a group jack off and was anything planned? I barely had the heart to tell her she was one day late. She was disappointed but e-mailed me back with lots of questions. When I told her how things had gone, she said she wasn’t sure she would want to actually jack anybody off. Her thing was watching a group of guys jack their cocks while she masturbated her clit and worked her pussy with a vibrator.

One thing led to another and we traded phone numbers. As big as L.A. is, it turned out that she lived only about 20 minutes from me. So we got on the phone and started some very, very sexy talk about masturbation and the group jack. She then asked me if she could get together with my gf and I and we would all watch each other masturbate. I told her I would ask my gf. I hung up the phone, called my gf and she was all for it. So we planned to do it Tuesday night at my house. Martina told me that she wouldn’t mind watching me and my gf go all the way if we were up for it and I said that would be great and would she want to join in but she said she just wanted to watch and masturbate her clit and frig herself with her vibrator.

On Monday my gf called to tell me she got her period and could we postpone it until this coming Saturday night. So I called Martina and told her this. She was cool with it but then asked if just the two of us could still hook up Tuesday and watch each other get off. I told her that I would have to clear it with the gf who is ultra liberal and of course, she told me to go for it.

So last night Martina showed up at my door. She had sent me her picture and I already knew she was attractive but her picture did not come close to doing her justice. She was very, very pretty with a nice body and a healthy rack. I showed her around my house, which if I do say so myself is quite appealing. She was very impressed and really liked it. Then we got on my computer and looked at some really hot porn. She had some particular interests that I was able to find some great film clips of and before you know it, she is telling me she is totally wet. Of course by then my pants are tenting.

We then went to my bedroom, which I had already set up with some candles, and the DVD of 1001 Cum Shots 2 playing on my 40″ TV. We stripped down and got on the bed. She had told me in advance that the ground rules were masturbation only. No fucking or sucking. So I started to stroke my already hard cock and she started rubbing her pussy. She said she wanted to see my cock up close. I am partially cut but still have enough foreskin to cover about half the head when hard. I had told her about this on the phone and now she wanted to see it up close. So I presented my hard cock to her right in front of her face and proceeded to slide the foreskin back and forth. She grabbed a bottle of lube and dripped some along the top of my cock and then wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.

This sort of surprised me because from the ground rules she had set, I wasn’t’ sure if there would be any mutual touching. So I put one hand down to her pussy and started fingering her. She was already sopping wet. We masturbated each other for a while and then she lay back and spread her legs and pulled her lips apart and asked me what I thought. She had one of those perfect pussies with lips like petals and of course they glistened with her moisture. I told her she had a great looking pussy. Her pussy looked so damned good I had to go down on her….which sent her into all kinds of moans and groans.

After a few minutes of this, I was then kneeling between her legs with the tip of my cock just inches from her pussy. I wanted to put it in her so bad I could hardly stand it but figured that was a no-no. Then she spread her legs even wider, rubbed her clit and spread her lips and I figured she wanted penetration. So I nosed my prick around on her pussy and tried to slip it in but she pulled away and said that I couldn’t do that. I apologized and said I had misinterpreted her actions so I just rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and all over her clit.

She wanted me to slide up her body and put my cock between her tits, which I gladly did. She pushed her tits together capturing my cock between them and I proceeded to start stroking it back and forth between her boobs. As my cock would slide up towards her face she would flick her tongue out and give it a lick so I pushed a little further and she was taking the whole head in her mouth and giving it a hard suck on each forward stroke. This was totally hot…. This again surprised me because of the ground rules that had been set, but who am I to complain?

Then she got her vibrator out and lubed it all up inserted it into her pussy. With one hand pumping the vibrator in and out she used the other to massage her now prominent clit. I continued to kneel between her legs and was jacking my lubed up cock. Pretty soon she stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed my prick and started furiously stroking it. I leaned forward a bit and took over rubbing her clit and then I took the vibrator from her and slowly slid it in and out of her wet pussy.

We continued on like this for ten or fifteen minutes and then she said she wanted to cum. We both lay there together with me stroking my prick and fondling my balls…both drenched in lube….while she went to town with the vibrator in her cunt and her fingers working her clit. In no time at all she had a mind-blowing orgasm….letting out several loud screams while her whole body shuddered. She never stopped working herself over and within a couple of minutes she repeated her orgasm and went on to a third one.

Then she said that she wanted to see me spurt. With her lying down, I again was on my knees between her legs and started seriously pumping my cock. I am quite a spurter so I planned on giving her a nice hot load. I had been edging for the past two days ever since we had set this up so I was more than ready. She kept saying how much she wanted to see me cum and that she wanted my hot load splattered all over her.

Finally I could feel it building and reached that point of no return. That’s when my fist started really flying up and down my cock. When I knew I was about to squirt, I raised my body up and pointed my cock down directly at her pussy. She had told me earlier that she wanted me to coat her cunt with my cum. I thought I had it aimed right at her cunt but when you are in the throes of an orgasm, who knows what the hell is happening. Anyway, the first shot was a real rope that actually shot up the side of her body coating some of her right tit and shoulder with most of it shooting beyond her onto the bed. The second and succeeding shots I had better control over and managed to get most of it on her pussy or on the bed right in front of her pussy.

I then collapsed on the bed next to her and tried to recover while she mopped up the cum from her and cleaned up my prick with some hand cloths I had conveniently stashed next to the bed. The 1001 Cum Shots movie was still playing so we watched that. We had talked earlier about me possibly cumming twice, which I can do. So I began to watch the DVD and stroked my prick to coax it back into an erection. She said she was wiped out and unless I had a driving need to cum again, she was ready to call it a night, which was fine with me.

I think the two of us hit it off really well and I am looking forward to next Saturday with both Martina and my gf.

(Note from Spurtz: The get together with Martina and my gf never came to pass unfortunately. A few weeks later Martina called me and told me that our experience was the result of an extremely horny mood she was in at the time. She told me she had a regular boyfriend who was not sexually adventurous but that she was in love with him and that our get-together had to be a one-time thing. She thanked me but asked me not to call her again. BTW, the bulletin board I mention at the beginning of the story no longer exists or if it does, it is not available to the public like it used to be.)

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Friend Needed Help With Her Vagina

By Spurtz

I work with an extremely attractive woman. Her name is Jan. We have been close friends for years but never anything more than that because she’s engaged to be married. But we are so close that she confides in me on some of her most private thoughts. I would love to get her in bed but I assumed that would never happen.

A few days ago she approached me and said she had a very personal question to ask me and hoped I wouldn’t be offended. I told her that nothing was off limits between us and to go ahead and ask the question.

She looked at me very shyly and said, “I need to know how long your penis is when it’s erect? I understand if you don’t want to answer but this is very important to me.”

You can imagine how shocked I was when I heard this. It was the very last thing I expected to hear out of her mouth. But because we are such close friends, and I could tell it was important to her, I answered.

“Truth be told, it’s difficult to get an accurate measurement but if I had to pick a number I would say six inches.”

“I was kinda hoping that would be your answer,” she responded. “The reason I wanted to know, and this is very personal, is when I have sex with Ron (her fiancée), it hurts when he bangs his penis against my cervix. Now I know that the typical male penis is 5.5 to 6-inches long. And I would think that the average woman should be able to handle that length without any pain.”

“How big is Ron’s dick?” I asked.

“That’s the problem. I know this sounds odd but I don’t know and I am embarrassed to ask him. But I’m guessing more than six inches.”

“You are ok with asking me what my dick size is but not your fiancée?

“I know. That sounds strange. But here’s an even crazier question. Would you be ok with putting your penis in me so I can see if it hurts? I don’t want to have actual sexual intercourse with you. That would be wrong. I just want you to stick it in me and see if you can touch my cervix. No actual fucking. If I can handle six inches without any pain then I know that I’m normal and the problem is with Ron’s dick being too big.”

I thought to myself: If she actually thinks that I can just stick my cock in her pussy to check the depth and then pull out, she’s living in a dream world. But I told her I would be willing to help her out and give it a try.

She suggested we take a long lunch break and go to her apartment which was only a few blocks away. So that’s what we did.

When we got to her apartment she led me into the bedroom and started taking off her clothes. I will be honest with you, the whole thing was so crazy that I was actually hesitant to get undressed. And then I was concerned that I couldn’t get hard. I figured she wasn’t planning on any foreplay and expected me to get an instant erection without it.

I needn’t have worried. One look at her body with those perfect perky tits and I was fully hard before I even got my pants off. Also knowing I was about to stick my cock in her also sped up my erection.

“Ooooh, you have a really nice looking penis,” she said. “Nicer than Ron’s for sure. Definitely thicker. And you got hard so quick. Let me rub some lube on it to make sure it slides into me since I’m probably pretty dry although looking at that nice dick might get me a bit juicy.”

With that she took hold of my now throbbing prick and coated it liberally with K-Y jelly. Omigod, it felt so good when her hand slid up and down the length of my cock. This was going to be even better than I had hoped. She seemed to spend way more time than necessary rubbing the lube all over the head of my cock. All over the most sensitive areas. I thought maybe she was playing with me but she seemed pretty oblivious to the effect it was having on me.

“OK,” she said, “Why don’t you lie down and let me straddle you. That I way I can control the depth of penetration.”

Before I did as she asked, I wanted to get my lips on one of her luscious nipples. I leaned over cupping one breast in my hand, but she pulled away. “None of that stuff,” she insisted. “This is strictly a fact finding mission.”

I couldn’t believe she could be that detached from what was going on, but she seemed totally serious about the purpose of the penetration. So I lay back with my dick sticking straight up. She climbed on and lowered her vagina down over my raging prick. She held my dick in one hand and spread the lips of her cunt with the other hand. She got the head inserted and then impaled herself onto me. It felt so fucking good I wanted to blow my load right then.

She lowered herself down onto me until she had my penis fully inserted. “I can just feel your dick barely touching my cervix, but no pain. Let me move up and down a few times to see if that makes me hurt.”

With that said she proceeded to fuck my dick with several fairly powerful strokes. “Just the slightest sensation but not really painful. Actually feels really good. But that’s enough. I’ve learned what I needed to know.” And with that she started to lift off of me.

“Whoa, babe. Where do you think you are going? You can’t just stop now and leave me hanging. We have to finish this.” I pulled her back down on me, burying my prick to the hilt. God, it felt so fucking good.

“But I’m engaged,” she protested. It wouldn’t be right for us to fuck.”

“Honey,” I said, “we are way past that point. That ship has sailed. My hard cock is buried deep in your pussy. Any concerns about having sex with another guy is pretty much a waste of effort. I know it feels good so just forget about Ron and let’s have some fun.” All the while I am talking I am pumping my prick in and out of her wet, tight pussy.

“But what about me getting pregnant? I’m on the pill but that’s not 100%. If Ron got me pregnant that’s ok because we are getting married.”

“Don’t sweat it babe. After I had three kids with my former wife I got a vasectomy. So don’t you worry your cute little butt about me dumping a load of semen deep in that tight little vagina.”

By now I had rolled her over onto her back and was giving her a proper fuck in the missionary position. I knew she had given up protesting because she was fucking me right back. She had her legs wrapped around me with her ankles locked behind my back and pulling me tight into her. With every thrust into her snatch, she let out a little scream. Not of pain, but of pleasure.

She threw one arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers and proceeded to fuck my mouth with her tongue while I was giving it right back. I knew at that point that any concerns about Ron were long forgotten. She had slipped her other arm down between us and was frigging the shit out of her clit with her fingers. She must have been a lot more orgasmic than most of the women I had been with because it was obvious that she was cumming over and over as the little screams got louder and louder.

I wanted the session to go on forever because it felt incredible. She was the best fuck I ever had. But the sensations her tight pussy was giving my penis were not to be denied and way before I wanted it, I felt the cum boiling in my nutsack and then it coursed its way up my shaft and exploded out the slit in the head of my prick. My whole body stiffened as I sped up my thrusts while screaming in ecstasy. I could feel pulse after pulse of jism jetting from my prick. Is there any feeling in the world to match an orgasm? If there is, I’ve never felt it.

Our two bodies slammed together in total ecstasy as my semen continued to fill her up. Finally I had to stop because the sensitivity in my penis was off the Richter scale. We lay together with soft kisses between us.

I was speechless. I looked into her eyes. She said, “I can’t even describe how fantastic that was. No man has ever fucked me like that. You’ve probably ruined it for me with Ron. It was fantastic. Can you fuck me again? I want more.”

Seeing how my dick was still rock hard, I started pumping into her again. I swore I would never get married again but I might need to rethink that decision. I figured Ron was history.

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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.