I found out with my brother. One time I rubbed the palm of my hand over his erection. He immediately squirmed, pulled away and laughed. Of course I had to try it again. He said it was a ‘horrible’ tickle and he pulled away again. A moment later, he wanted to try one more time – to see whether he could take it.
I grabbed his penis again with my fingers wrapped around it and then rubbed the palm of my other hand deliberately and repeatedly against the tip.
He couldn’t stand it, and let me know in no uncertain terms. I gave him a nice blowjob, he ate me out, and that was it. No, he and I never fucked. First, we knew better, but secondly, we didn’t need to. We were having so much orgasmic fun just with what we were doing that nothing more was necessary.
A couple of days later, he had been thinking about that rubbing thing and wanted to try again. We got in a position where I was kneeling over him, my pussy covering his face and went to work. We both figured that if he was busy being almost smothered and licking me out, it would take his focus away from this horrible tickle thing he seemed to want.
And that’s what we did. I went about a minute while he squirmed and kind of muffle-yelled under me before he asked me to stop. He said the tickle turned into a sting. We both looked at his cockhead and it was red. I had worn his skin. I felt terrible about that. I had worn his skin. I jerked him off gingerly, so as not to disturb that red area and he was happy.
Over the next couple of days after school, I couldn’t suck him, and had to wank him carefully. Meanwhile we started wondering whether I might get a similar tickle effect. We tried everything. Sure, my clit was sensitive to his rough fingertips, but evidently not like whatever it was he had experienced.
Websites, Marketing, SEO. Great prices, friendly communication. Adult sites, no problem. Contact Sean Kelly at (405) 500-7212, or write Sean@aminafy.comA week later he was healed. This time, we tried some of Mom’s coconut oil, and by gosh, I was able to sit on him again, grab his dick with one hand, rub with the other, and even though he squirmed, yelled and laughed, I was able to keep going.
Suddenly, after maybe three minutes I felt something wet. The fucker had peed on my hands.
More experimentation over cumming weeks let us discover that if you rub a guy’s dickhead like that, he will let out an ounce of pee involuntarily. We also discovered that in time, what he calls the ‘horrible tickle’ settles down and is replaced with a feeling like he’s going to cum, mixed at the same time with a gonna cum feeling. This will happen whether he can hold his pee or not. But he doesn’t cum, at least not most of the time. After a few minutes of this rubbing thing, I’d just bring him off in the usual way.
One thing my parents taught us is if you want something, just ask, and don’t be surprised if you get it. If you don’t ask, you’ll never get it. So don’t be embarrassed.
I took that notion forward a few years until I started wondering whether my brother was unusual. Whether this peeing thing was just something he did, or whether it happens to all guys.
So, I started asking around the campus. I’d walk up to a guy, sometimes guys I barely knew, and I’d ask whether they’d ever been forced to pee involuntarily. To a one, they all said “No.”
Then, I asked if they’d like to give it a try. Now a few of them were freaked out and practically ran away from me. What a shame. But the majority after asking like, “Are you kidding?” totally wanted to give it a try.
A few asked whether it would hurt. I told them I honestly didn’t know. I knew my brother squirmed and all that, but what exactly was he feeling? Every single one was willing to give it a try even though I couldn’t answer that question.
So, being the good psychology student I am, I arranged to rub the glans of fifty guys, then report my findings. Here you go: Sixty percent cannot hold their pee when I rub their glans.
In my report I only recorded first-time rubs. Several of the guys wanted to repeat the experience. That’s fine with me. I love cocks! I love the variety of the different guys, and I just love running this little experiment over and over. I love the taste of cum in my mouth also. I must also admit I just love the power I have over these guys when I run these experiments.
Of course I’ll be a psychologist after I graduate, but sometimes I wonder if I might rather earn my living by rubbing cockheads.