Olivia dared me to wank in front of her. I refused and she teased me saying she knew I did it. No I said, you think you know I do it. Of course you do it, she said. All boys masturbate. We were in my car parked near her house away from the lighting. We weren't even kissing because I didn't actually fancy her. We were just talking till it was time for her to go in. Wanker, wanker, wanker she said. I quite liked her saying the word and laughed. When she put her hand between my legs and squeezed my crotch, I moved to take it away then stopped. She squeezed some more. The atmosphere in the car changed and I started getting hard. There was still no kissing. You can wank me if you like, I whispered. No, I want to watch you, she said. I undid my trousers and got my cock out which wasn't easy from a sitting position because it was fully hard. I came almost as soon as I touched myself. I sat there all exposed while she laughed in a nice way and called me a naughty boy. Next time I'll do it for longer for you, I said. Mmmm she said. Yes please. Wanker.
After dark, the park is officially closed but a gate at the rear is left open for the men to gather. A discreet survey discovered that a majority of the nightly visitors are men who present as straight in their daily lives – and consider themselves to be straight - but want to have occasional sex with other men. There might be 20 or 30 and boys men present during the summer months, mostly nude but including some voyeurs who remain dressed and who are there to watch. A lot of the nude guys like to have watchers. Some wank on their own while others look for partners with whom to masturbate, suck or fuck. The night I went, I met Stephen. We masturbated each other then took a pause before resuming. He told me he lived five minutes walk away and came to the park with his family at weekends. Naturally his wife didn't know his secret. He'd masturbated with other boys as a teenager but stopped at university. In his mid-30s, he'd began to include the memories of his adolescence in his masturbation which he'd never stopped doing whenever he had the opportunity. He'd learned about the park's night time activities by accident and eventually summoned the courage to go there. We had another wank together then took a stroll. A middle aged man was spread-eagled face down on the grass surrounded by four young men who were taking turns to fuck his ass. In the bushes, we could see a big black guy having his cock sucked by a white teenager and that turned me on so I asked Stephen to masturbate me while we watched. We were there for about two hours and when we left Stephen invited me to his flat for a drink where I met his wife Janice. She was a nice woman who innocently had no clue that only shortly before, her husband and I had been wanking each other just 200 yards away which was very erotic for me in itself.
When the house was empty I'd take Charlie home after school. He didn't want to be a wank buddy but he'd let me get nude and masturbate in front of him which was fine and still would be even today since I don't wank any the less at my age and I love to be watched. Then I discovered milk bottles. The milk bottle was the fleshlight before it's time. I'm talking 1950s here. I was playing with myself in the kitchen one afternoon, not full on wanking but playing with myself and feeling good, warm sun, no clothes on and just enjoying the feel of my cock in my hand and wishing it was someone else's. I remember I poured a glass of milk then put the bottle back in the fridge and immediately after having a lightbulb moment. I got the bottle out again, poured the milk down the sink and tried the bottle on the end of my cock. It was too tight, of course. But when I smeared a little oil round the top, it slid in perfect. I was getting my hole – the dream - at last. I had a great wank with the bottle and started wanking that way when I got the chance although I still liked using my bare hand. I introduced it to Charlie and since it didn't involve skin on skin contact, he was willing to use it on me. I lay back and for the first time was masturbated by someone other than myself. Nowadays I kind of regret milk cartons.
My wife, my daughter and I had been at the nudist camp for a week. It was our first time and I was relieved not to get boners in public or in front of my daughter. The day was wet and windy which kept us undoors at our chalet. In the afternoon, we were a bit bored. My wife told me to go into our bedroom and she would show me a surprise. When she called me back to the living room, both she and her daughter were no longer nude but fully clothed. It was unbelievably sexy for me to be unexpectedly nude in front of them both, and for them too as I found out. I immediately got a hard on, to their amusement but I didn't mind. I minded even less when my wife took my penis in her hand and pushed me onto the sofa. My wife was on one side and my daughter on the other. My wife played with me and I thought this is wrong but I love it and I didn't stop her. I didn't stop her either when she took her daughter's hand and put it on my penis. I couldn't believe this was happening – I'm naked in front of my daughter and she's touching my cock. I've had incestuous thoughts but I never dreamed it would happen. Wank him, my wife said and my daughter began to masturbate me. I felt myself lose all control. I want to cum, I whispered to my wife. It's okay, let it go, she said. So I spurted. There was a moment's silence and then we all laughed with sheer pleasure. Since then, I've let my daughter wank me whenever she feels like it and my wife doesn't mind. It's understood that I'm never to touch her but being obedient is something I like too. I asked my wife where their clothes had come from because we were supposed to leave them in the reception locker room. She told me she and our daughter had smuggled them to the chalet because they had planned for this to happen. Now I'm the wank toy of my daughter and my wife. Bliss.
Through the grapevine, I heard about a mother offering her daughter. I contacted the woman and we agreed to meet. She showed me a clothed photograph of the girl who was pretty, a skinny little thing but very desirable. Her mother made me produce identity and explained the rules: no vaginal or anal intercourse and no cocksucking. I explained that I only needed to be wanked and that the girl did not have to undress although I wanted her to have bare feet. We agreed a price which was expensive but after seeing the picture I definitely wanted her. The mother said she would call me, evidently taking time to check me out. They lived in a suburban one family home. I paid and the mother explained that she would be present throughout to help the girl if necessary. But she assured me the child knew what was going to happen. I was taken to her room where she waited for me in jeans, a t-shirt and bare feet as requested. I undressed without preliminaries and lay naked on the bed with a towel under me. The mother told the girl to take my cock in her hand. She played with me for a bit while the three of us talked. I liked the mother watching. Once the girl had got my cock really hard, she began to masturbate me, slowly at first. This lasted for about five minutes during which no one spoke and the girl kept an intent gaze on her hand wanking me. This couldn't have been her first time because she was really good at it. When I cummed, she smiled for the first time. The mother had a box of tissues ready for me to clean up. I visited several times more until the mother said she had paid the off debt which required her to prostitute her daughter. After the last time, she gave me a photograph of the girl to wank with in future. I still have it and I do often. There were other girls before and since but this one was once in a once in a lifetime find and I vividly remember to this day how expertly she wanked me.
I'm a wanker. That's my sexual category. Some people are fuckers either of women or men which needs partnership. I'm a wanker. My own penis is all I need. When I see a woman, I don't wonder what it would be like to fuck her, I wonder what it would be like to be masturbated by her. Naturally, I'm a big cfnm guy. It's a form of submission and role-reversal, I know. I want her to dominate me with her hand or watch me while I masturbate. I fantasise about wanking with guys too but being submissive to a woman is a different thing because of the competition between the sexes which always favours women. I see them as being more powerful therefore desirable as dominators. Of course, when I was younger I liked fucking women but for me fucking and masturbating are two different things and I've chosen masturbation. Even the words wanking and masturbating are exciting. I fantasise about women, the softness of their bodies, the sheer beauty of tits of almost any shape and the wetness of cunts but what I'm doing is masturbating about these things. I think I was seven or eight when I started masturbating, maybe even younger. I don't remember discovering how but it became one of the most powerful forces in my life. I've spent entire days playing with myself and wanking. You tire of a woman eventually but never of your cock. Years ago, I learned that Tom Wolfe, a writer – not that one - who is probably little read now, used to play with himself while he worked. I don't do that myself but I often stop work to have a wank if the urge comes. One of the things that men can't reconcile to is that women control sex. That's not going to change; in fact feminism is going to make that control more and more rigorous. Wanking is freedom from that.
I went into my parents bedroom one Sunday morning and saw my uncle, my mom's brother, was in bed with them in the middle. They were still asleep. I took care not to make a noise and wake them. Even at that age, when I didn't know much about sex, I knew there was something very odd. Why would my uncle, who didn't live with us, be in bed with them? I didn't spy deliberately but I gradually became aware that my dad and my uncle were lovers and didn't hide it from my mom. There were little incidents like I would come into a room and my dad and my uncle would sort of move away from each other as if I were interrupting something. My mom would be in the room and would quickly call me to her. I saw she knew all about it but didn't dare to ask. More than once, I saw my uncle without his jeans and once I saw him naked. I saw he had a bigger thing than my dad and it was sticking out instead of hanging under his belly. A little later, I saw everything. The bathroom door was half open and I saw my dad and my uncle playing with each other in the shower. It was their reflection in the mirror I could see and they didn't know I was watching. They must have thought they were alone at home. They were kissing on the mouth and rubbing themselves against each other. My uncle pressed my dad against the tiled wall and got hold of him. Other girls at school told me later my uncle had been masturbating my dad. They said boys did it all the time. Anyway, there they were, my uncle masturbating my dad and my dad obviously enjoying it until this white stuff come shooting out of his thing all over my uncle. They both laughed and my dad kissed my uncle on the mouth again as the water washed them clean. I realised it was over and quickly left to play outside on my bike.
Summer 1975. I was on a Greek island with Molly, my girlfriend. The last evening I lost my wallet and all my money. The hotel owner had always smiled at Molly. Next morning when it was almost time to leave and I couldn't pay, Molly said she'd take care of it. Ten minutes later, she came back and said it would be okay but it was me he wanted, not her. No way, I said. Don't be silly, she said. Don't tell me you've never wanked with another guy. Anyway, it's that or the police. We had a fight and I gave in. I'll be there if you like, she said. Again I said no way but a few minutes later she called down to reception to tell the guy he could come up. He told me to take my clothes off while he did likewise and Molly watched. She told him she liked his cock. Man, was I embarrassed with her there and everything. I lay down on the bed. He straddled my chest and said to Molly to put it in. She took his cock and shoved it in my mouth. I'd never done it before but I knew to suck it. I heard Molly move and she gently masturbated me which calmed me down. By this time he had a really stiff boner that I thought would choke me. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over and stuck his cock in my asshole. Because it was wet from my mouth, it went up me easily all the way. I was aware of Molly leaning over us with her hand on his back while he fucked me and I found I really liked her seeing me get it done to me. When he'd finished, he took Molly downstairs. He came back a few minutes later and said, she's gone home, you're staying. Then he raped me in the ass again. I stayed for a month being his bitch and loved every minute. I never saw Molly again and I've been some guy's bitch ever since.
A jacking party with about 20 nude guys masturbating and fucking each other. It's a private house and the weather is warm so the doors are open and some of the men are in the garden. I can see three young guys taking turns to rape a much older man who's stretched out on his belly on the grass. He can't get enough of them up his ass. Two naked guys are sitting on the sofa necking and playing with each other's cock. The guys here are all shapes and sizes. I'd say they're aged from early 20s to late 60s. There's enough sexual electricity around the place to give everyone a permanent boner. Masturbate, cum and get another boner immediately to do it with someone else. I meet Tommy who must be in his 50s. He tells me he was an anal virgin until this evening but he's been fucked twice by different guys and loved it. He asks me to fuck him. What he wants is me to put my cock up him and stay there which a lot of women like too. He lies down and I get on top of him and shove my cock into his asshole. If he really is a virgin, and I believe him, it goes in his hole very easily. He's grunting with happiness, telling me this is what he's been waiting for all his life. It's like he's had a revelation about sexual possibilities he'd only dreamed of. I start to fuck him and he goes quiet, savouring the fullness he feels of having my boner deep in his asshole all the way into his gut. When I cum, he moans and claws the carpet like a woman who's lost control of her orgasm. I look up and see a guy about 45 watching us and masurbating. He's a beauty and he's playing his big cock like a stradivarius and caressing his nipples. The dreamy look on his face says he's far away in a private pleasure land that only cock masturbation can attain. It's about two hours before everyone is satisfied or exhausted and there's cum everywhere. Time to clean up guys. Get licking.
Two men, strangers, meet and agree at once to have sex together. They get naked and masturbate each other, suck each other's cock. Cum is swallowed. Anuses are fingered. One or both might desire, in his excitement, to be fucked anally. Having satisfied their lust, they dress and part and may never meet again. I don't believe any women, even lesbians, would ever behave in such a immediate manner. This ability to have the most intimate exchanges with strangers is exclusive to men. Such is the power of the penis. Masturbation is at the centre of every man's being. He does not resist when his penis summons him because it does not occur to him to do so. When his need to masturbate arises, he will do it at the first opportunity. In an all-male environment, it is natural to take a lover or be taken as a lover. The separation into tops and bottoms occurs naturally. The top wishes to dominate, the bottom to be submissive and to be used, caressed and violated and to take pride in his humiliation. Teenaged boys share their masturbation as a matter of course because females are unavailable to them. Once they are, boys will abandon homosexual habits but only because society pressures them to be straight. Sooner or later, their absolute need to have sex with other men will assert itself. Prison destroys inhibitions. A man who has regained his natural homosexuality in prison will not abandon it after he is released although he might hide it. If he is a bottom, the need to relive anal penetration, to have a penis thrusting inside him will be too powerful to ignore. His anus is his vagina; masturbation is our life-long god and master. A man's penis is his best friend until the day he dies, the source and instrument of an unbelievable pleasure that never wears out. Not for nothing is it sometimes spelled as masterbation. Men make love to women. The sex men have with each other is combat until the penis or anus of one either conquered by or surrenders tp the other. The most perfect example of male sexuality and its raw power is the naked American black man, muscled and glistening, his penis a sword. In the 2008 election, Barack Obama fucked John McClain who submitted, in the way he carried himself, to rape by the black man. There was no shame in this. Obama's cock was unassailable.
I'm an amateur model who poses nude but here I want to describe a weird recent experience that had nothing to do with my own nudity. The guy who hired me asked me to stay clothed in the t-shirt and jeans I wore to his studio. He and his young assistant were the naked ones which I thought was an amusing surprise. The photographer's assistant was nude with a half boner when he opened the door and his boss was taking off his trousers to greet my arrival. Not bad looking guys, both fit and body shaved. I quickly realised that they wanted to have sex with other while I watched. The photographer really did photograph me while the assistant fondled and sucked his cock. Every now and again, they'd pause to neck together which I usually think is yucky between men but the atmosphere being what it was, it turned me on wetly you know where. I wanted to get nude myself as women do in sexy situations but I didn't like to until the photographer called out to me to strip if I felt like it. At that point the photography stopped. We were all naked now and hot. The assistant called the photographer a naughty boy who deserved to be spanked and pulled him across his knee. Once the photographer had a nice red bottom, they switched positions and the assistant was spanked. Are you going to fuck, I asked. The photographer lay down on the floor on his back and took the assistant between his spread legs and put the kid's cock up his ass. I've never seen guys fucking each other and naturally I'm masturbating hard while I watch them. I pick up the camera and start photographing them. The photographer was loving acting the woman's part making the same sort of noises a woman does when a guy is thrusting a big boner up her cunt. It was only as I was leaving that I overheard the young guy say to the other one “that was great, dad.” That really blew my mind.
When I was young, I had a girlfriend whose best friend, Joyce, disliked me. She didn't hate me; it was contempt, which she didn't hide, and she probably read my true character better than my girlfriend. She saw me more clearly than my girlfriend who was emotionally biased. The thing is, I was very sexually excited by Joyce's unconcealed hostility despite the fact that I wasn't physically attracted to her. It gave me a hard on and I fantasied about her when I wanked. In one of my fantasies, my girlfriend was asking me which of her friends I fancied. I said Joyce. My girlfriend was angry. She doesn't even like you, she snapped. I know, I replied, that's why. Because we were kids and knew nothing about psychology, neither of us understood what this meant. Later, I realised that my aggression - never physical – towards women was really a mask for my fear of them and my desire to be submissive. Submissiveness has long been part of masturbatory fantasies which I have never dared play out in real life. When my girlfriend wanted to spank me, I woudn't play which I've always regretted. I didn't understand that I wouldn't let her do it because I wanted to be spanked but shrank from seeming weak in front of her. Instead, I thought about being masturbated and spanked by Joyce who would have had no interest in doing either to me. The difference is that doing it with my girlfriend would have been a game. Doing it with Joyce and feeling the full weight of her contempt would have been the humiliation I craved but did not dare to admit to for a long time. I divide the women I've known, but not necessarily slept with, into two groups, those like my girlfriend with whom I had normal relations and those like Joyce whom I wanted to humiliate me. There were two women at work both of whom I liked but never slept with. The first I often masturbated about because I saw her as a willing masturbation partner. The second, who was openly knowing about male sexuality, I did not dare even fantasise about because I feared her contempt so vividly. I masturbate for her now but it's taken years.
You realise straight away in jail that there is no privacy, you're never alone ever. You piss, shit, wank and screw in front of others. You get used to it fast. I was surprised there were so many women wardens. At first it embarrassed me but I got used to not having secrets. My first full day, a black woman warden, middle aged, came into the cell I shared with another white guy. She sat on the bunk opposite his and watched as he slid his pants down and wanked for her all the way. That's a good boy she said when he finished. I've always masturbated a lot but privately. I realised at once that if I did it in prison, it would never be alone. A couple of morning after the experience with the black woman, I pushed my sheet back and started wanking. I didn't look at my cell mate but I knew he was watching. I felt him move to my bedside and whisper “want a hand with that.” I hadn't been masturbated by another guy since I was 16 but I had no problem with him taking me which he did quickly. After that, we were lovers. There was nothing we didn't do to each other. I discovered that I liked having the women around. They'd watch with amusement while the guys wanked and fucked each other openly. Their watching made the male wardens excited too. Some inmates were lovers with the male wardens but I never did that. One night when there were only women on duty, all black, they took me and my cellmate to their office in the nude. There were half a dozen of them drinking and smoking and laughing. They compared us the same way guys do with women and then made us fuck each other's asshole while they watched and commented. That happened several times. Jail dehumanises you so I didn't think to protest when the women used me. They never let us touch them. After I got out and started living with my wife again, I missed sex with other men. I couldn't tell her but I really wanted to be fucked like in jail. I started to go to a gay bar on the other side of town and let myself be picked up by anyone who was interested. Blacks I always said yes to because they were black and because I never saw one who didn't have a big cock to suck and have inside me. My wife found out somehow and went home to her mother after telling me I was disgusting. It meant I could have lovers over at my house and that's the way it is now.
My wife who tolerates me masturbating in her derisive way read a novel in which a man and a woman, not married, are spending a weekend at an hotel. He loses a bet and has to spend an entire day naked. At first he likes being nude in front of her. But as the day goes by, he feels his exposure more and more but she won't let him dress. This made my wife laugh. I bet you'd like to do that, she said. Maybe for an hour or so but not the whole day, I said. The kids were out for the afternoon so she said let's do it. Two hours, not a minute less. I would be with her all the time but she wouldn't touch me. We were in the living room. I stripped naked and it did feel good. She teased me and made me walk around the room. I wasn't embarrassed and I liked her being in charge. I hadn't masturbated before when she was there but I felt I couldn't just sit around for two hours so I started to play with myself, quickly got a boner and masturbated while she watched. You didn't look as stupid as I thought you would, she said. It's something we started to do occasionally for longer and longer stretches because we both loved it in our own way. Sometimes she'd take me on her knee while I masturbated and tell me I was her naughty little boy. She let me call her mommy. That led to the first spankings, real ones, deliciously painful. I'd never been the kind of guy who gave in too much to women, masculinity and all that, but I liked being dominated by my wife and forbidden to contradict her. It was always exciting for me to be naked while she kept her clothes on. We didn't let it show in front of the kids but in private she was the undisputed boss. Eventually, this led to strap on sex. She produced the dildo thing one afternoon when I'd already been nude for an hour and told me she was going to fuck me. I realised at once that this is where we'd always been going and I didn't resist. In fact I was completely ready for it. She strapped the dildo on over her jeans, lubed it and my asshole and slipped it inside me as if my asshole was a regular vagina. Being fucked by her really was the peak for me. I couldn't get her deep enough. We both came. Afterwards, we didn't speak for a minute or two. Then she hugged me and whispered, my baby.
Our local paper this week reported the case of a woman aged 73 and her 50-year-old son who were found guilty of incest. They lived together and the son was not only an unmarried loner, he was a virgin. The case came to light because a nosey neighbour saw through a window the mother masturbating the son in his room in the evening with the light on and reported it. The son was naked but she was dressed and their lawyer said relations hadn't gone further than occasional masturbation at the son's request. His mother agreed to do it for him because she felt guilty about his inability to make friends and establish a relationship with a woman. The son told the court that he was a compulsive masturbator and was desperate that no woman had ever done it to him which is what he mostly fantasised about. He persuaded his mother to masturbate him some months before and it only happened a few times before they were caught. The neighour who told the police admitted under questioning that he regularly spied on the son masturbating because he never closed his bedroom curtains. He claimed he only did it because he could and denied he was gay at all. This was a victimless crime. The court gave them probation and ordered them to live separately so the guy will probably finish up in a hostel. In the meantime, they've both been humiliated by the reporting. What the man and his mother did privately was consensual and involved no one else. I wonder how often this happens without anyone hearing about it. Quite a lot I think. I've fantasised about being masturbated by my own mother who knew when I was a teen that I was a masturbator which I did privately but didn't hide. I had reason to believe that she masturbated herself. It would have caused no harm to anyone had she done it to me as I wanted. I feel sorry for the man and woman in this case but I confess that I got a kick out of it due to my feelings about my own mother.
My boyfriend who's at school with me, hasn't seen me naked yet. I think this weekend, I'll let him take my clothes off. Mom and dad will be away so there'll be plenty of time. My boyfriend's name is Tim. I've never been nude for a boy before. Tim's touched me under my clothes but I haven't let him into my panties even though he makes them wet when we're necking. I like to make him wait and be in control. I haven't decided yet whether to shave my puss. I'm tempted but I wouldn't want my mom to find out. I like the clean look of bulging bare pussy lips showing a nice slit. I do love my lovely, lovely cunt. My best friend Gina who's fucked several guys says I should shave my pubes off like her although I quite like having them too. I've have a nice crinkly bush since I was 12. She's even offered to help but I'm shy about showing myself to a girl. Decisions, decisions. She says too that I should wear a thong. She pulls hers up nice and tight so that it rubs against her asshole and her clit when she's walking. She's says it's like being permanently masturbated. Mom's been buying me regular underpants until now. Maybe I'll try one of one of Gina's thongs to see if it's as good as she says. I can't wait to see Tim's face when he realises I'm going to let him do it to me finally. I say “do it” but I'm not sure I'll let him fuck me. I'll see how I feel. I fantasise about him playing with my breasts and fingering me all the time when I masturbate which is like every day but I also like keeping him waiting, poor baby. He's almost out of his mind wanting to fuck me. Well, I'm ready to go part of the way. I wonder how big his cock is and what it will be like to masturbate him. I tease him about wanking which embarrassed him at first but now he talks about. He says he usually thinks about me when he's doing it and imagines me doing it to him. I'll let him find out on Saturday.
I love very small tits on mature women. I don't mean flat chests. I mean well formed tits that are tiny but have normal sized nipples and sit on a woman's chest like ripe grapes. Her small tits are what attracted me to my wife who was a colleague at work before we married. She leaned over her desk one day and I saw down her front. No bra. I knew they were small but not how perfect they actually were. Just beautiful. I don't think it was deliberate on her part. I had to go to the men's room for a wank as soon as I was free and kept a hard on for the rest of the afternoon. She suspected nothing of my feelings when I invited her for a drink after work. That's all that happened that evening but I was hooked. So was she and we finished up married. Like a lot of women, she worried her boobs were too small. I confessed my taste and we were both happy. I discovered she gave really great hand jobs and was a willing pupil when I taught her to give head. What I always like her to do when the kids aren't around is to go about the house as normal but nude to the waist with her little bare tits egging me on. This can last for an hour or more while I build up an erection that really does feel as hard as a bone. When I can't stand the anticipation any more, we go up to the bedroom where I get naked and she gives a good hard unlubed wank that makes me shoot a terrific load when it becomes impossible to hold back. I've never been hand fucked like it by anyone and I've had a few over the years from gals who I thought were experts. My wife is so good I've never even looked at another woman since we married 10 years ago.
Can you remember when you were a virgin. You were living at home before computers and your only access to porn was dirty pictures you hid. Or maybe the odd glimpse of your mom or sister who didn't really count. Maybe seeing your mom's tits embarrassed you. Girls didn't put out in those days so you wanked using pure imagination, not knowing what real sex was like. The coveted female body and what it was like to touch when naked was a mystery but your cock was real and wanking it was irresistible. Was masturbation better then? I think it was, or at least the freedom of it, which is why we continue to masturbate all our lives. I thought I'd stop when I got married but I didn't, even when fucking my wife was still fun instead of being boring and routine. Hand fucking myself was always better; better than that was the fact that I could wank whenever I wanted. No waiting till she was in the mood. I like porn but I remember the intense pleasure I had lying in bed in the morning after my wife got up to see to the children. I'd have an hour alone to pull back my foreskin and gently edge the sensitive underside of my cock while fantasising about anything I liked. No pics, just fantasies. It could be the woman next door and her daughter or an actress I liked or even wanking with another guy. I didn't need porn for that. I could just imagine my way to a terrific orgasm. Then came the internet and Photoshop and I could make nudes of any woman I had a headshot of which Facebook kindly supplies. I aways use bodies like the one's they really had – skinny for skinny, big tit for big tit - which made them more authentic. I didn't need to have real sex with the women I met or saw in the movies. I could wank over the pics I made of them instead and imagine doing anything I liked to them. I was free instead of being dependent. My ex-wife who knew I masturbated alone while we were married asked some time after we divorced if I still did it. You can imagine my answer.
We met Bob and Ria at a nudist club we went to every weekend during summer and became friends. Sometimes, we'd have dinner together during the week. It dawned on me gradually at the club that Tom, my husband, and Bob were becoming very close. At first, I thought nothing of it and then it came to me. I asked Tom if he and Bob were having sex together. He admitted straight out that they had been wank buddies for some time. Shocked, I hit him, two very had slaps across the face. Then we had a fight which ended with both of us in tears. He denied he was gay. He and Bob just liked masturbating together maybe once or twice a week after work. After I calmed down, I realised the idea of two guys doing each other was actually exciting. Tom said Ria didn't know. I suggested he invited Bob to our house and said I'd like to watch. Bob said he was up for it which is how last night I came to be watching two big naked men masturbating each other and necking on our bed. It wasn't long before I threw my own clothes off and joined them and we had an orgy of wanking, sucking and fucking. I like it that Tom's out. We're all going to do it together again and maybe I'll help Tom find other guys who want to go bi. It would be interesting to get ourselves fucked at the same time by a real gay man.
When we showered after soccer, I noticed that Tom always stood close to me and sometimes chatted casually, usually about the game. I didn't think anything of it or pay him much attention. Then I began to notice more about him. My height but slimmer, fit. He also had a bigger cock which he soaped for longer than he needed without getting a hard on or anything but it happened so often that it was obvious. I'm not gay but I masturbate a lot and sometimes use gay porn. I wondered if Tom were gay and the idea excited me. I began to think about him while masturbating. Well, it happened when we were the last two left in the showers, dripping and nude. He grinned, took my penis in his hand and said I had a nice cock. I was embarrased but didn't take his hand away; It's small, I said. I like that, he told me. I was starting to stiffen but panicking that someone would catch us. Not here, I said. He waited for me beside my car and I drove us to the local supermarket car park, choosing an empty corner that wasn't lit at that hour. As soon as I switched the engine off, he was on me, his mouth on mine and his hand between my legs squeezing hard. I'd never kissed with a boy before but it was nice, surprisingly soft, no different from a woman really. He got my zip down and I lifted by ass clear of the seat so that he could pull my jeans off. Man, was I rock hard and my penis felt electric. He was kissing me and wanking me really hard. I felt my orgasm coming and wanted to tell him I didn't want to cum all over myself and the car but another voice in my head said, shit, let it happen man. I shot my load and it went everywhere, on me, my jeans, even the steering wheel. He pulled back a little, smiling and licking the cum off his hand. Yum, he said. Again, I said. Again and again.
My mom taught me about the birds and the bees. We were alone in kitchen while my dad and sister were out. Darling, she said, it's time we had a little talk, you know, about sex. I thought, shit, please no. She didn't ask what I knew already. She must have known I knew everything. I was wearing sweat pants. She told me to stand in front of her chair and without warning pulled them down and out popped my cock. Mom, I protested. She ignored me. Kick them off, she said. I obeyed, reluctantly. She took my cock in her hand and I felt it stiffen in its soft, warm grasp. It was embarrassing but she was so matter of fact about it I let her. She asked me if I masturbated. She knew I did because of my bedsheets so I couldn't lie. Sometimes, I muttered. As you can imagine, I was burning with shame but she ignored that too. Still holding my cock which was now hard, she explained that to make babies, the man put his penis in a hole between a woman's legs called a vagina. Your penis must be hard like this for you to do it. Still talking, she began to masturbate me. She said, I'm doing it with my hand but during sexual intercourse the man moves his penis up and down in the women's vagina like this until he ejaculates - which is what I did right then because there was nothing I could do to stop it. The front of her blouse was covered in my cum and there was some on her hand. She laughed and said, you bad boy, I didn't expect that to happen quite so quickly, but now you know. She told me I could get dressed again. That was only the first time. Afterwards, I would say, mom, remember what you told me about how to make babies? I've forgotten. She'd smile and show me again. I've been married now for five years and have a kid but mom still repeats the best lesson I ever had when I ask her. I've never met anyone so good.
The first time I saw a man masturbate, I was 12. I was playing alone in the woods near where we lived when I heard a car approach the clearing where I idled. An instinct told me to hide and I went behind some bushes at the edge of the woods. The car stopped in the clearing and a man got out. He was about my dad's age. His furtive manner intrigued me and I hardly dared breathe. The man looked around as if to make sure he was alone and began to take his clothes off. Once he was naked, he looked around carefully and took his penis in his hand, gently nursing it to an erection. I have older brothers so I knew a little about masturbation and that that was what the man was going to do. I could understand why he was nervous, not wanting to be caught. He stayed standing, still checking tensely around him as if he felt guilty. Once he was sure he was alone, he leaned back against the hood of his car and began to play with himself, slowly at first and then with more urgency. When he let it go momentarily, his penis stood up so hard it almost touched his belly. It looked huge compared with my brothers whom I've only seen with soft cocks. My dad I'd never seen. He took it in his fist again and started to stroke. He bent forward slightly with his mouth open and grunted like an animal, unaware that I was watching. When he cummed it was with a cry and his body shook. The sperm came out in shuddering spurts that slowly subsided. He blew a long sigh through pursed lips as if he had liberated himself from some terrible tension. He picked up his underpants and rubbed the end of his penis, now small again, before putting them on together with the rest of his clothes. Then he drove off. When he had gone, I went back into the clearing and found his cum on the ground like drops of creamy spittle. I dipped the toe of my sneakers in it. This is what my dad and my brothers look like when they're doing it, I thought and felt a stir of excitement that I knew their secret. I never saw the man again although I would have liked to. I would think, you don't know it but I know what you look like when you masturbate.
Don was shy when we met. He wanted to do stuff but didn't dare to do what he wanted. I'm talking about the 1950s when teenage girls never let boys go too far. I let Don touch my breasts under my sweater on our second date but I didn't let him see them for quite a long time. Touching me below the waist was out. Mostly it was necking in my parents' front room our in the back of my mom's car which she lent us. I knew that sooner or later, I'd have to wank him and one evening I slipped my hand down the front of jeans and got hold of his cock. Of his own accord, Don unzipped and pulled his underpants down. After that, I masturbated him every date. I quickly understood that he loved getting naked for me and it was a special thrill for him that I kept my clothes on. Nowadays, with cfnm, every girl knows that men loved this but back then we didn't. What he wasn't ready to do was touch himself in front of me. He even denied masturbating till I told him he was lying. Knowing about this hang up, I was determined to make him wank while I watched. Eventually, I didn't bother discussing it. I paused while giving him a wank and replaced my hand with his. He was too far gone with his need to orgasm to stop and continued till he came. Now that he knew I knew, I started making him masturbate for me. He was self-conscious the first couple of times but then he he began asking to do it. When I wasn't pleased with him I'd make him plead for permission and once he cried when I wouldn't give in.
Mark's wife and daughter have gone into town and will be gone for at least four hours. Watching from his bedroom window, he's stripped naked before their car disappears around the bend. He turns to the full length mirror and sees a man in his late 50s with a body running slightly to fat, which means he has small breasts, and a semi-erect penis. He touches his nipples through his wiry chest hair with the tips of his fingers and rubs them erect. He's wearing a cock ring that his wife doesn't know about. From its hiding place, he takes a buttplug, lubes the tip and slides it into his anus. Next, he goes downstairs, savouring his stetched anus, his afternoon nakedness and the freedom to roam the house, moving from room to room gently fondling his cock as he goes. It's fully hard now but he's careful with his edging. No wanking yet. Back upstairs, he checks the dirty clothes basket for a pair of his daughter's soiled panties and brings them to his nose, breathing in her secret odours. He moves to her room whose scents are fragrent compared with the oystery cunt smell of her panties. He imagines her sitting fully clothed on the bed watching him as he invades her privacy. He's been doing this since she was a teenager and her breasts first grew. He's never seen her nude but he's content to imagine her body which he wants but will never possess. The sensations in his hard cock are almost unbearable but still he doesn't masturbate. Taking a pair of clean panties and bra from her underwear drawer, he rubs them lightly against his cock and balls, transferring his own intimate odour to the garments she will unwittingly wear. He'd love to masturbate into her underwear drawer but daren't. Instead he goes to his bedroom and edges himself behind the curtain until he sees his wife's car returning. Only then does he take his penis fully in hand and masturbates until he quickly cums.
The repair man came to fix my washing machine. I knew when I closed the door behind him that he would come back and rape me. It was the way he looked around, saw I lived alone and avoided looking me in the eye. He did nothing wrong I could pin down but I was certain as certain could be he would come for me. I didn't know how it would happen but I prepared myself what I thought was inevitable. How do you get ready to be raped? I knew I couldn't fight him and I didn't have a gun. I decided I'd negotiate; I'd let him do what he wanted so long as he didn't hurt me. I imagined that I'd just let him fuck me while I lay back and hoped to get it over with. I'm 50 by the way and perfectly ordinary. I wondered why he would want to rape someone like me. He took me by surprise two weeks later when I'd begun to think I was safe.. I came in from the garden and he was there in the kitchen. I pretended I didn't know why and asked him angrily what he wanted. He didn't reply. He just stepped forward and grabbed me by the cunt under my skirt. I put my hands against his chest and said wait. “I'll let you do what you want if you promise not to hurt me,” I said. He nodded and reached for the buttons on my blouse. “Please,” I said, “ let me undress myself.” I didn't want my clothes torn. He stepped back and watched me get nude. What fears I had were gone once I was naked and I felt quite calm. I told him to follow me and led him to my bedroom. He undressed himself to show a lean fit body and a cock that was already hard. He used no violence because I was co-operating. In fact he made love to me, caressing my breasts and masturbating me gently, and I found myself responding. This wasn't rape any more and we both knew is. When he turned me over and slid his cock into my anus, it was a first for me but I didn't resist. He didn't stay afterwards and I never saw him again.
