Later we spiced up our sex life by my wife taking on another man in intercourse while I watched and jacked off

Both my wife and I were raised in a very religious family, no talking about sex of any kind. no masturbating that was a mortal sin. I started masturbating when I reached the age of puberty. My wife was still a virgin when we were married at the age of 18. At first she was very shy about sex but after a few time she started loosening up and found sex to be a lot of fun as well as relaxing. It was a long time before I could get her to masturbate, but soon she found it to be a lot of fun also. She is completely a changed woman through a swingers on line ad we attended a masturbating party. there were about eight couples attending we formed a circle and started masturbating it was fun watching and being watched as we masturbated.

Later we spiced up our sex life by my wife taking on another man in intercourse while I watched and jacked off

I began solo when I was 15 by waking up in the middle of the night with an erection and began touching it which gave me the most incredible sensations until this incredible feeling overcame my body and my jocks became very wet. At first I thought I had wet my pants until I smelt the liquid and realized otherwise.

After this incident I was going solo at least twice a day, and started trying new techniques and places. Like Lisa I started going naked for an hour or so after school and then poured some oil on my erection and slowly rub my hand up and down my shaft until the most incredible orgasm happened. I started becoming more and more daring and began swimming in the backyard pool naked and let the smooth sides and bottom rub gently on my erection and testicles which felt incredible until I couldn’t resist anymore and let my hand take over. I kept this up for most the summer until mum came out the backyard one day, and nearly took me by surprise. I managed to cover up before she reached the pool.

When I started work, I came in contact with some of the most sensational magazines with some great stories, due to the nature of these stories I became incredibly aroused and used to disappear during the lunch hour and enjoy myself. The longer I stayed there the more daring I became and even done with my clothes on in the staff lunch room and once even had a lady come in and nearly catch me, she eyed me off I must have looked really sheepish because she gave my crotch a real good eye over.

When I first went on my first overseas holiday, it really gave me the opportunity to enjoy myself I used lie back a rub oil on my erection and let myself go. I even managed to hold off for well over an hour before succumbing to the some of the most incredible orgasms. I even tasted my own cum once; it was an incredible turn on. (I am not gay and would never have an affair with a man the thought makes me sick).

Sexual experiences with woman are great, but with most of them I notice that they are shy in the “bedroom”, and the experiences with the better ones are incredible they lead you to the point nearly no return then let you ease off, then bring you again to the point and let you go over with the most mind blowing experience, sometimes with their hands, sometimes with their mouths and of course through normal sex but some times they would lead you on and then leave with big smiles and of course I had to finish the job myself. Having sex with a woman is an incredible thing as the tenderness, taste, and closeness could never be matched but going solo is a totally different world of pleasure.

I’m 29 now and still do it at least 3 times a week sometimes more. I was once at a Local public swimming pool kicking back in the spa when the jets started to give some very nice sensations, with other people in there with me. I wasn’t the slightest bit worried about them; I just the sensations coming until I climaxed, but the warm water and the jets kept me erect so the only way I could make my way to the change rooms was with a well placed towel and corner in the changerooms was the only way I stopped myself being discovered.

I still find the most incredible climaxes come, when I have the house to myself and lie or wander around nude with an erection and until I can’t resist any further. I lie down and pour some oil on, read a “dirty” story to get a fantasy going followed by looking at a naked lady that has me covered in cum very quickly and very enjoyable.

I have yet to become as daring as some of the other writers but there’s plenty of time I hope. It’s great to have some of our lady writers telling us about their experience; I can only hope that one day I will be lucky to be get involved in a long term relationship with a girl just as daring and pleasurable.

Having just discovered your browsers’ contributions page and especially after reading Lisa’s input, I can only add.

I began solo when I was 15 by waking up in the middle of the night with an erection and began touching it which gave me the most incredible sensations until this incredible feeling overcame my body and my jocks became very wet. At first I thought I had wet my pants until I smelt the liquid and realized otherwise.

After this incident I was going solo at least twice a day, and started trying new techniques and places. Like Lisa I started going naked for an hour or so after school and then poured some oil on my erection and slowly rub my hand up and down my shaft until the most incredible orgasm happened. I started becoming more and more daring and began swimming in the backyard pool naked and let the smooth sides and bottom rub gently on my erection and testicles which felt incredible until I couldn’t resist anymore and let my hand take over. I kept this up for most the summer until mum came out the backyard one day, and nearly took me by surprise. I managed to cover up before she reached the pool.

When I started work, I came in contact with some of the most sensational magazines with some great stories, due to the nature of these stories I became incredibly aroused and used to disappear during the lunch hour and enjoy myself. The longer I stayed there the more daring I became and even done with my clothes on in the staff lunch room and once even had a lady come in and nearly catch me, she eyed me off I must have looked really sheepish because she gave my crotch a real good eye over.

When I first went on my first overseas holiday, it really gave me the opportunity to enjoy myself I used lie back a rub oil on my erection and let myself go. I even managed to hold off for well over an hour before succumbing to the some of the most incredible orgasms. I even tasted my own cum once; it was an incredible turn on. (I am not gay and would never have an affair with a man the thought makes me sick).

Sexual experiences with woman are great, but with most of them I notice that they are shy in the “bedroom”, and the experiences with the better ones are incredible they lead you to the point nearly no return then let you ease off, then bring you again to the point and let you go over with the most mind blowing experience, sometimes with their hands, sometimes with their mouths and of course through normal sex but some times they would lead you on and then leave with big smiles and of course I had to finish the job myself. Having sex with a woman is an incredible thing as the tenderness, taste, and closeness could never be matched but going solo is a totally different world of pleasure.

I’m 29 now and still do it at least 3 times a week sometimes more. I was once at a Local public swimming pool kicking back in the spa when the jets started to give some very nice sensations, with other people in there with me. I wasn’t the slightest bit worried about them; I just the sensations coming until I climaxed, but the warm water and the jets kept me erect so the only way I could make my way to the change rooms was with a well placed towel and corner in the changerooms was the only way I stopped myself being discovered.

I still find the most incredible climaxes come, when I have the house to myself and lie or wander around nude with an erection and until I can’t resist any further. I lie down and pour some oil on, read a “dirty” story to get a fantasy going followed by looking at a naked lady that has me covered in cum very quickly and very enjoyable.

I have yet to become as daring as some of the other writers but there’s plenty of time I hope. It’s great to have some of our lady writers telling us about their experience; I can only hope that one day I will be lucky to be get involved in a long term relationship with a girl just as daring and pleasurable.

In “Masturbation Questions and Answers”, someone asked where the male G- spot is. One of your anonymous contributors to “Men’s Solo Sex Techniques” referred to a spot between the testicles and the anus. According to a magazine I read recently, I think it was Redbook (one of the titles featured on the front was “The male G-spot”), this is the male G-spot. It makes a certain amount of sense. We are neither male nor female as embryo, but develop sexual organs a little later on (anyone familiar with Jurassic Park knows that an fetus is female until it receive the chemical which develops male organs). The females’ version of the penis is thus the clitoris, even though it would be more practical to put the erogenous tissue inside the vagina instead. And thus the area between the testicles and anus is like the labia, under which (depending on perspective) would be the vaginal cavity and G-spot. I believe what “D.H.” was referring was not, in fact, the G-spot, but the highly erogenous spot on far side of an erect penis just below the head. Stimulating the male G-spot is unlikely to cause an orgasm in most males, but can be a nice complement to regular masturbation (by using your free hand).

When I first started learning to do my no-hands thing in late 1996, I had to be in a very quiet, dark place, like in bed by myself. But the more I got into it, the faster I could reach that special level of consciousness, which required only part of my brain, it seemed. Soon I could easily do it even while driving (but I don’t recommend this because you can easily forget the road, especially when the big waves of ecstasy begin). I’ve done it at my computer (if it’s something I don’t have to concentrate on much), and even while washing dishes or vacuuming the apartment, for example. For the most intense response, however, it’s still best to do it when you can take yourself out of your ordinary world and enter your own universe of self-love in which only you and your cock exist.

Until I heard about “tantric sex” (or do I mean “taoist sex”?), I thought I had invented hands-off masturbation, at least for me. I got the idea about hands-off ejaculation, without physical stimulation of my cock, because of the way I had experienced several spontaneous orgasms over a period of years. I mean, literally ejaculating in my pants uncontrollably at the sight of a really hot scene, whether on video or in person. One time was in the 1980s when I was in a porno movie house and the guy on-screen bent down, started sucking his own cock, and then came in his mouth. I shot off right there in the theater, into my shorts. My most recent spontaneous orgasm happened a few years ago when I was watching a guy masturbating on the DC subway (Metro) and I was the only person who could see what he was doing — and he knew it. Without being able to stop it, I came in my pants and had to go back home and change before proceeding on to work.

I thought that if I could ejaculate spontaneously this way, I was pretty sure I could cum intentionally just by mental stimulation, provided I could find the right mood and frame of mind, and a way of putting it all together. What follows is a description of my odyssey into a sort of hypnotic, sort of tantric male solo sex experience during the last two years — although the original thoughts about it emerged much longer ago.

PRELUDE TO JULY 1997
I crave having my dick sucked by another guy, but my biggest lifelong fantasy is to be able to suck it myself. Although I have an almost 8-inch dick, I can’t come close to auto-fellatio, so now, trying to keep safe and healthy, I spend a lot of time loving my cock through J/O (which I always did anyway every chance I got). The way I am approaching masturbation now, however, is completely different. When it’s successful, it’s the closest thing to being able to suck your own dick, and is the most intense form of self-love.

My goal for a quite a while now has been to achieve orgasm simply by willing myself to do it, without forcing it. Getting into the exact mood and frame of mind needed to do this is essential, and there are many ways to clear your consciousness of intrusive thoughts — dozens of books and audio tapes go into that in great detail, but not for this specific purpose. I usually do it at night in bed, and I begin by making sure I’m comfortable, not too hot or cold or distracted in any way. Lying nude with my arms at my sides, I close my eyes, let all of my muscles relax, and I try to “see” just a total blank; sometimes interesting patterns will appear and I let myself go as close as possible into a kind of hypnotic state or trance.

I then begin focusing all of my thoughts and energy on my dick, and it will usually get a little tingling sensation at this point but will not necessarily be hard, though perhaps semi-hard. I visualize that all of my senses are inside my dick, and I want to experience with my whole body exactly how my dick feels and how it wants to feel. I do not do anything to force my dick to feel a certain way, or the way I think it should react. I don’t necessarily have to twitch my dick or try to make it throb (it’s going to do that later on its own with no help from me), and I don’t contract my ass muscles intentionally — but that also happens naturally.

Now I let my dick take total charge. Actually, I have mentally programmed my mind to control what goes on with my dick and to do what is necessary to make me have orgasms without further conscious effort on my part. I let Nature take it’s course. I remain passive by simply lying on my back (or side) and savoring every moment of the show that my dick is starting to put on for ‘our’ enjoyment.

Within a few minutes my bewitched dick will begin to swell somewhat, but it is not necessary at this early stage for it to get hard, even though the sensations felt inside my dick and the surrounding areas can be unbelievably intense at this time. In the next phase, I begin to feel that certain parts of my dick want attention and are receiving it, as if these parts were being licked or sucked at exactly the most sensitive spots, exactly as I would do it if I could get my mouth down there on it myself, or to tell another guy how to do it for me. These sensations become stronger and stronger in a rhythmic way with each breath.

I continue to lie still and cannot keep myself from sighing with the pleasure this is giving me. It’s like being in another world, another universe, and I want it to go on forever. The sensations will later become even more intense and soon become orgasmic, wave after wave of orgasms of the most unbelievable intensity, in slow-motion, without ejaculation, lasting for many minutes. The orgasms are dry, as I do not ejaculate at this point, but the ecstasy is almost unbearable because they last so long and occur repeatedly many times.

Even if I never shot another load of cum again without jacking off or getting sucked, it would be wonderful just as it is. But I knew from having had the spontaneous orgasms that eventually I should be able to cum this way if I found the right mental stimulus, so I have persisted toward this goal, enjoying every failure along the way because the dry orgasms of the magnitude I have been having are indescribably satisfying in and of themselves. (Many people into tantric sex, whether it be solo or with a partner, are seeking what I am already able to achieve.)

THE EXPERIENCE

This morning (Sunday, July 13, 1997), for the first time, I had an orgasm with the strongest and longest-lasting gushes of cum ever, and of the most mind-blowing dimensions, purely through mental concentration — true hands-off ejaculation. I had just become awake, and as usual my dick was nicely enlarged if not rock hard at that point. I reached down and squeezed my dick, and it responded by giving a little throb. It felt so fucking hot in my hand! Then I tucked my dick and balls between my legs just a little and simply enjoyed the feeling down there. I was still half-asleep and hadn’t opened my eyes yet, and just lay there peacefully, frequently lapsing back into that eerie in-between hypnopompic state of being half awake, half asleep.

In a minute or so I could sense that the blood was rushing from somewhere around my navel down into my dick and pubic area, and within seconds I began to get that tingling sensation in my dick signaling that something special was about to happen. I instinctively yielded every part of my mind and body to the rapidly developing surge of pleasure and then entered another sexual level in which there was nothing in the universe except my mind and my dick, both of which were now ready to take charge over any remaining conscious thoughts I might have had, except those intent on helping me cum. At this point all I had to do was to let it happen, without any kind of forcing.

So, I just lay there while my dick tensed up and the muscles around the root began contracting ever so slightly. Soon I was feeling strong waves of orgasmic sensations, as before, with the muscles around the root of my dick contracting very gently all on their own, without any conscious effort on my part. I just lay back and quietly let out moans of pleasure every 5 seconds or so — that is how often the orgasms were coming — just about with each breath. I relaxed as completely as possible, stretching my arms out and letting them melt into the bed, all the while the orgasms were coming and I wanted them to last forever.

Gradually, the orgasmic contractions became faster and stronger, but I was still lying comfortably on my back, eyes shut, and not doing anything but experiencing what my dick had been programmed to do all along, with no help from me at this point. I just experienced the feelings. By now I was deeply in my ‘trance’ — and probably had been for quite a while — eyes still closed and eyeballs pointing upwards, my mind and body quietly but intensely in a state of ecstasy. After many minutes and several cycles of these incredible dry orgasms, and at a certain critical point that I had never intentionally crossed before without physical stimulation, I could feel in my dick and the surrounding muscles, in my drawn up balls, all the way down into my prostate and the ejaculatory mechanism, that I had entered the one-way road to cumming. No matter what I did now, I was going to cum soon!

My dickhead started swelling as it always does when I’m getting to the point of cumming, but it did so very gradually now. The muscles around the root of my dick were contracting with stronger force, and my spine was arching almost imperceptibly with each contraction. I was breathing slightly faster than normal, but my body wasn’t getting so tense and tightly drawn up the way it does when I’m pumping my dick hard and fast, as will happen in those types of jacking off sessions, or when I’m being sucked. Now, it was a gradual buildup to the inevitable climax, and my whole body was savoring the magic of the sensations, which kept coming with greater frequency. This was going to be a triple-intensity orgasm in slow-motion, and instead of having to perform all of the physical actions required for a regular orgasm, I could just lie back and enjoy my mind making love to my dick, or maybe it was the other way around. But I knew it would almost be like when you kick back and get a blow job, where the only thing you have to do is to supply the dick and let the guy sucking it do his thing, for his enjoyment as well as yours. Here, I was taking on both roles and doing both, to myself, with myself, and for myself.

When I finally started cumming, I came in long, hard, hot gushes — many gushes, for what seemed like an eternity. To use a cliche, the intensity cannot be described in words; it has to be experienced to be appreciated, but ‘nut-blowing’ applies here more than in any other experience I’ve ever had. After ejaculation was finally over, I lay there for a long time, feeling the wonderful, loving, warm, wet cum that had shot between my legs.

POSTLUDE
Anytime I’m in the mood, I can have the multiple, whole-body orgasms described earlier — and I can have them over and over during a session, or several sessions — but I have not been able to actually ejaculate again the way I did that first time. By this I mean, no-hands ejaculation. Sometimes after I have more than an hour of multiple, mind-blowing dry orgasms I will finish myself off with just a few strokes, which causes a much more intense ejaculation than normal.

One major thing that helps me get into the “act” really quick is to wear a cockring. I can go into my trance almost immediately if I have a cockring on. For this purpose, I don’t use a metal one, but a simple one composed of a double layer of those wide rubber bands that you often see at the supermarket holding bunches of broccoli together — same as the ones that you get in seafood restaurants to keep the lobster claws clamped together.

THE TANTRIC CONNECTION
After I originally wrote this, I realized that I had not understood the meaning of the word “tantric.” I realize now, as a gay monk explained to me, that “the goal of traditional tantric sexual practice is to ride the wave of erotic desire, metaphorically speaking, without dissipating its energy in ejaculation.” In that sense, I am already doing it, easily achieving the ecstatic state or mind and the intense physical sensations that are almost of a spiritual nature. However, my long-range goal, in contrast to that of traditional tantricists, is to consistently go beyond the “dry” ecstatic state into the “wet” one.

It so happens, however, that the practice I’ve developed for my own purposes coincides, to a certain extent, with some of the basic concepts of tantric sex, but that doesn’t mean, again for my own purposes, that I shouldn’t be able to take myself one step beyond by actually ejaculating whenever I wish. I can have “pure” multiple tantric dry orgasms for extended periods of time during several such sessions a day, and repeat the process over and over each day. If the sexual tension gets to the point where I can’t stand it any longer, I will masturbate in a very non-tantric way by various physical means, traditional and otherwise, and then shoot a great load of cum.

P.S. More than a year ago (early 1997), when I was in the process of developing my no-hands technique, I heard about a book called “The Joy of Solo Sex” by a Dr. Harold Litten. I bought a copy at Lambda Rising in DC (an excellent, non-porn gay bookstore). There was one particular chapter, “Psychic Orgasm – The Ultimate High,” that discussed the kind of experience I was seeking. The whole book is a solo- sex-lover’s delight. [see ordering information on this website in the "resources" section] A sequel, “The Multi-Orgasmic Man,” gives lots of information on sexual secrets of the ancient Chinese Taoists, and then applies that wisdom in the form of practical techniques that any man can try for himself.

I originally wrote this in July 1997 describing my first no-hands ejaculation — something that I haven’t repeated successfully since that time. However, what I can do anytime I’m in the mood is to have multiple, whole-body orgasms of the highest intensity, but without cumming. I can do it for hours at a time. It’s amazing. I just lie back and my cock puts on this incredible hot show for me, and for itself!

When I first started learning to do my no-hands thing in late 1996, I had to be in a very quiet, dark place, like in bed by myself. But the more I got into it, the faster I could reach that special level of consciousness, which required only part of my brain, it seemed. Soon I could easily do it even while driving (but I don’t recommend this because you can easily forget the road, especially when the big waves of ecstasy begin). I’ve done it at my computer (if it’s something I don’t have to concentrate on much), and even while washing dishes or vacuuming the apartment, for example. For the most intense response, however, it’s still best to do it when you can take yourself out of your ordinary world and enter your own universe of self-love in which only you and your cock exist.

Until I heard about “tantric sex” (or do I mean “taoist sex”?), I thought I had invented hands-off masturbation, at least for me. I got the idea about hands-off ejaculation, without physical stimulation of my cock, because of the way I had experienced several spontaneous orgasms over a period of years. I mean, literally ejaculating in my pants uncontrollably at the sight of a really hot scene, whether on video or in person. One time was in the 1980s when I was in a porno movie house and the guy on-screen bent down, started sucking his own cock, and then came in his mouth. I shot off right there in the theater, into my shorts. My most recent spontaneous orgasm happened a few years ago when I was watching a guy masturbating on the DC subway (Metro) and I was the only person who could see what he was doing — and he knew it. Without being able to stop it, I came in my pants and had to go back home and change before proceeding on to work.

I thought that if I could ejaculate spontaneously this way, I was pretty sure I could cum intentionally just by mental stimulation, provided I could find the right mood and frame of mind, and a way of putting it all together. What follows is a description of my odyssey into a sort of hypnotic, sort of tantric male solo sex experience during the last two years — although the original thoughts about it emerged much longer ago.

PRELUDE TO JULY 1997
I crave having my dick sucked by another guy, but my biggest lifelong fantasy is to be able to suck it myself. Although I have an almost 8-inch dick, I can’t come close to auto-fellatio, so now, trying to keep safe and healthy, I spend a lot of time loving my cock through J/O (which I always did anyway every chance I got). The way I am approaching masturbation now, however, is completely different. When it’s successful, it’s the closest thing to being able to suck your own dick, and is the most intense form of self-love.

My goal for a quite a while now has been to achieve orgasm simply by willing myself to do it, without forcing it. Getting into the exact mood and frame of mind needed to do this is essential, and there are many ways to clear your consciousness of intrusive thoughts — dozens of books and audio tapes go into that in great detail, but not for this specific purpose. I usually do it at night in bed, and I begin by making sure I’m comfortable, not too hot or cold or distracted in any way. Lying nude with my arms at my sides, I close my eyes, let all of my muscles relax, and I try to “see” just a total blank; sometimes interesting patterns will appear and I let myself go as close as possible into a kind of hypnotic state or trance.

I then begin focusing all of my thoughts and energy on my dick, and it will usually get a little tingling sensation at this point but will not necessarily be hard, though perhaps semi-hard. I visualize that all of my senses are inside my dick, and I want to experience with my whole body exactly how my dick feels and how it wants to feel. I do not do anything to force my dick to feel a certain way, or the way I think it should react. I don’t necessarily have to twitch my dick or try to make it throb (it’s going to do that later on its own with no help from me), and I don’t contract my ass muscles intentionally — but that also happens naturally.

Now I let my dick take total charge. Actually, I have mentally programmed my mind to control what goes on with my dick and to do what is necessary to make me have orgasms without further conscious effort on my part. I let Nature take it’s course. I remain passive by simply lying on my back (or side) and savoring every moment of the show that my dick is starting to put on for ‘our’ enjoyment.

Within a few minutes my bewitched dick will begin to swell somewhat, but it is not necessary at this early stage for it to get hard, even though the sensations felt inside my dick and the surrounding areas can be unbelievably intense at this time. In the next phase, I begin to feel that certain parts of my dick want attention and are receiving it, as if these parts were being licked or sucked at exactly the most sensitive spots, exactly as I would do it if I could get my mouth down there on it myself, or to tell another guy how to do it for me. These sensations become stronger and stronger in a rhythmic way with each breath.

I continue to lie still and cannot keep myself from sighing with the pleasure this is giving me. It’s like being in another world, another universe, and I want it to go on forever. The sensations will later become even more intense and soon become orgasmic, wave after wave of orgasms of the most unbelievable intensity, in slow-motion, without ejaculation, lasting for many minutes. The orgasms are dry, as I do not ejaculate at this point, but the ecstasy is almost unbearable because they last so long and occur repeatedly many times.

Even if I never shot another load of cum again without jacking off or getting sucked, it would be wonderful just as it is. But I knew from having had the spontaneous orgasms that eventually I should be able to cum this way if I found the right mental stimulus, so I have persisted toward this goal, enjoying every failure along the way because the dry orgasms of the magnitude I have been having are indescribably satisfying in and of themselves. (Many people into tantric sex, whether it be solo or with a partner, are seeking what I am already able to achieve.)

THE EXPERIENCE

This morning (Sunday, July 13, 1997), for the first time, I had an orgasm with the strongest and longest-lasting gushes of cum ever, and of the most mind-blowing dimensions, purely through mental concentration — true hands-off ejaculation. I had just become awake, and as usual my dick was nicely enlarged if not rock hard at that point. I reached down and squeezed my dick, and it responded by giving a little throb. It felt so fucking hot in my hand! Then I tucked my dick and balls between my legs just a little and simply enjoyed the feeling down there. I was still half-asleep and hadn’t opened my eyes yet, and just lay there peacefully, frequently lapsing back into that eerie in-between hypnopompic state of being half awake, half asleep.

In a minute or so I could sense that the blood was rushing from somewhere around my navel down into my dick and pubic area, and within seconds I began to get that tingling sensation in my dick signaling that something special was about to happen. I instinctively yielded every part of my mind and body to the rapidly developing surge of pleasure and then entered another sexual level in which there was nothing in the universe except my mind and my dick, both of which were now ready to take charge over any remaining conscious thoughts I might have had, except those intent on helping me cum. At this point all I had to do was to let it happen, without any kind of forcing.

So, I just lay there while my dick tensed up and the muscles around the root began contracting ever so slightly. Soon I was feeling strong waves of orgasmic sensations, as before, with the muscles around the root of my dick contracting very gently all on their own, without any conscious effort on my part. I just lay back and quietly let out moans of pleasure every 5 seconds or so — that is how often the orgasms were coming — just about with each breath. I relaxed as completely as possible, stretching my arms out and letting them melt into the bed, all the while the orgasms were coming and I wanted them to last forever.

Gradually, the orgasmic contractions became faster and stronger, but I was still lying comfortably on my back, eyes shut, and not doing anything but experiencing what my dick had been programmed to do all along, with no help from me at this point. I just experienced the feelings. By now I was deeply in my ‘trance’ — and probably had been for quite a while — eyes still closed and eyeballs pointing upwards, my mind and body quietly but intensely in a state of ecstasy. After many minutes and several cycles of these incredible dry orgasms, and at a certain critical point that I had never intentionally crossed before without physical stimulation, I could feel in my dick and the surrounding muscles, in my drawn up balls, all the way down into my prostate and the ejaculatory mechanism, that I had entered the one-way road to cumming. No matter what I did now, I was going to cum soon!

My dickhead started swelling as it always does when I’m getting to the point of cumming, but it did so very gradually now. The muscles around the root of my dick were contracting with stronger force, and my spine was arching almost imperceptibly with each contraction. I was breathing slightly faster than normal, but my body wasn’t getting so tense and tightly drawn up the way it does when I’m pumping my dick hard and fast, as will happen in those types of jacking off sessions, or when I’m being sucked. Now, it was a gradual buildup to the inevitable climax, and my whole body was savoring the magic of the sensations, which kept coming with greater frequency. This was going to be a triple-intensity orgasm in slow-motion, and instead of having to perform all of the physical actions required for a regular orgasm, I could just lie back and enjoy my mind making love to my dick, or maybe it was the other way around. But I knew it would almost be like when you kick back and get a blow job, where the only thing you have to do is to supply the dick and let the guy sucking it do his thing, for his enjoyment as well as yours. Here, I was taking on both roles and doing both, to myself, with myself, and for myself.

When I finally started cumming, I came in long, hard, hot gushes — many gushes, for what seemed like an eternity. To use a cliche, the intensity cannot be described in words; it has to be experienced to be appreciated, but ‘nut-blowing’ applies here more than in any other experience I’ve ever had. After ejaculation was finally over, I lay there for a long time, feeling the wonderful, loving, warm, wet cum that had shot between my legs.

POSTLUDE
Anytime I’m in the mood, I can have the multiple, whole-body orgasms described earlier — and I can have them over and over during a session, or several sessions — but I have not been able to actually ejaculate again the way I did that first time. By this I mean, no-hands ejaculation. Sometimes after I have more than an hour of multiple, mind-blowing dry orgasms I will finish myself off with just a few strokes, which causes a much more intense ejaculation than normal.

One major thing that helps me get into the “act” really quick is to wear a cockring. I can go into my trance almost immediately if I have a cockring on. For this purpose, I don’t use a metal one, but a simple one composed of a double layer of those wide rubber bands that you often see at the supermarket holding bunches of broccoli together — same as the ones that you get in seafood restaurants to keep the lobster claws clamped together.

THE TANTRIC CONNECTION
After I originally wrote this, I realized that I had not understood the meaning of the word “tantric.” I realize now, as a gay monk explained to me, that “the goal of traditional tantric sexual practice is to ride the wave of erotic desire, metaphorically speaking, without dissipating its energy in ejaculation.” In that sense, I am already doing it, easily achieving the ecstatic state or mind and the intense physical sensations that are almost of a spiritual nature. However, my long-range goal, in contrast to that of traditional tantricists, is to consistently go beyond the “dry” ecstatic state into the “wet” one.

It so happens, however, that the practice I’ve developed for my own purposes coincides, to a certain extent, with some of the basic concepts of tantric sex, but that doesn’t mean, again for my own purposes, that I shouldn’t be able to take myself one step beyond by actually ejaculating whenever I wish. I can have “pure” multiple tantric dry orgasms for extended periods of time during several such sessions a day, and repeat the process over and over each day. If the sexual tension gets to the point where I can’t stand it any longer, I will masturbate in a very non-tantric way by various physical means, traditional and otherwise, and then shoot a great load of cum.

P.S. More than a year ago (early 1997), when I was in the process of developing my no-hands technique, I heard about a book called “The Joy of Solo Sex” by a Dr. Harold Litten. I bought a copy at Lambda Rising in DC (an excellent, non-porn gay bookstore). There was one particular chapter, “Psychic Orgasm – The Ultimate High,” that discussed the kind of experience I was seeking. The whole book is a solo- sex-lover’s delight. [see ordering information on this website in the "resources" section] A sequel, “The Multi-Orgasmic Man,” gives lots of information on sexual secrets of the ancient Chinese Taoists, and then applies that wisdom in the form of practical techniques that any man can try for himself.

One day, I got risky and lubed my cock with my own pre-cum and sat just outside the garage, but keeping close watch. I got carried away and didn’t here my neighbor driving down my street. I ran in the garage embarrassed, but very excited knowing i was probably caught. I peeked my head out and noticed she was bringing in her groceries. When she went in, I continued on with my work, when I looked back over there and she came out in her one-piece bathing suite and started laying out in her yard. This excited me very much and I came out of the garage just a little so maybe she could see me.

I almost dropped to the floor when I saw her pull her bathing suite to the side and started touching her pussy. I couldn’t beleive it. This was so fun but I didn’t want it to end just yet. She had her eyes closed and was going off on herself. At this point I do not know what came over me. I yelled out to her, “nice pussy!” She didn’t look at me. She just kept on rubbing. Then she got faster and faster and I knew she was going to cum, so I picked up my pace and we both came at the same time.

It was the hardest that I have ever cum. Then she got up to go in her house when she yelled out “nice dick”.

When I was 17, still in high school, I would come home from school before my parents came home, and jack off in the garage with the doors open. I did this for a week straight.

One day, I got risky and lubed my cock with my own pre-cum and sat just outside the garage, but keeping close watch. I got carried away and didn’t here my neighbor driving down my street. I ran in the garage embarrassed, but very excited knowing i was probably caught. I peeked my head out and noticed she was bringing in her groceries. When she went in, I continued on with my work, when I looked back over there and she came out in her one-piece bathing suite and started laying out in her yard. This excited me very much and I came out of the garage just a little so maybe she could see me.

I almost dropped to the floor when I saw her pull her bathing suite to the side and started touching her pussy. I couldn’t beleive it. This was so fun but I didn’t want it to end just yet. She had her eyes closed and was going off on herself. At this point I do not know what came over me. I yelled out to her, “nice pussy!” She didn’t look at me. She just kept on rubbing. Then she got faster and faster and I knew she was going to cum, so I picked up my pace and we both came at the same time.

It was the hardest that I have ever cum. Then she got up to go in her house when she yelled out “nice dick”.

Like the first time I first inserted two fingers then the third and finally my pinkie, no big deal just a little more. I went in and out of my strutted, hot pink pussy looking at its beauty and started rubbing my clit with my other hand. I was getting hotter and hotter and my thighs were tremendously hot and my humps were pushing water up over the edge of the half filled tub. My horniness intensified so I cupped my hand around my thumb and pushed all five fingers in and out almost screaming, but between the running water and the exhaust fan no one could hear it but me. I shoved my hand in up to my knuckles in deep pleasure humping harder and harder my hand aching. I tried to go up over my knuckles but the pain was so immense that I had tears in my eyes and I could feel my pussy near ripping. Not wanting to go farther I simply pleasured myself using these fingers and reached my second orgasm, gradually slowing down and wiping the cum all over my body and on my breasts, licking it off my body and hands. It was soo yummy! I continued going back for more, wiping it on my body and once I went back in a little too far and started up again bringing on two more orgasms it was unbelievable. I finally calmed down letting the water soothe me rubbing my body admiring my newly found joy of my shaved hot pink cunt engorged and swollen from my loving. I couldn’t believe it but it was hot pink and so beautifully swollen, I sat there with the mirror admiring it and wishing you could see it. I laid there for the longest time thinking about my special friend and how I’d tell him all about this. Finally I got up and showered and cleaned up my mess, fully enthralled by what just took place.

This morning I was feeling in need of a little pampering so decided to take a bath. I went into the bathroom and slowly undressed admiring my body in the bathroom mirror as the hot water steamed into the tub. I poured the bottle of raspberry scented bubble bath in slowly, forming mountains of bubbles. I carefully stepped in and slow sat down sliding into the oily water. Mmmmm It was so hot and relaxing, feeling it around my body and feeling the cold air on my floating breasts and the steam rising off the water got my nipples and clit very hard. Oh God, just thinking of you set me off and I had to touch myself one hand rubbing my chest feeling all over playing with my nipples. My other hand feeling up my pussy and I began thinking of my masturbating friend. I slowly open my eyes remembering you and something another friend told me earlier about how shaved pussies add more pleasure. I glanced up at my razor sitting up on the edge of the tub. Perfect. I reached for it and took the plastic mirror off the wall and went to work. I carefully shaved it over, stretching my lips carefully so I won’t cut them. I loved feeling the head of my razor graze over my soft skin revealing its warm pink softness. It was so beautiful, and it felt so good feeling the other parts of the razor bump into my lips and clit. The scent, the steam, the hotness of the water and feeling my own body pulsating from these very sensations plus the joy of my newly shaved pussy drove me wild. I shoved the large round handle of my razor into my pussy humping it wildly but pulled it out and inserted my fingers instead hoping for greater satisfaction. I started with the two middle fingers on my right hand pushing deeper and deeper. Then letting my first finger intrude into my pussy, feeling it stretching as I pushed in and out moaning to myself trying not to be too loud. Oh it felt so good, I had to stop. I pulled my hand out, my fingers completely covered in cum and I felt the hot juice between my fingers and licked it off. My hand hurt a little but I couldn’t help but start again.

Like the first time I first inserted two fingers then the third and finally my pinkie, no big deal just a little more. I went in and out of my strutted, hot pink pussy looking at its beauty and started rubbing my clit with my other hand. I was getting hotter and hotter and my thighs were tremendously hot and my humps were pushing water up over the edge of the half filled tub. My horniness intensified so I cupped my hand around my thumb and pushed all five fingers in and out almost screaming, but between the running water and the exhaust fan no one could hear it but me. I shoved my hand in up to my knuckles in deep pleasure humping harder and harder my hand aching. I tried to go up over my knuckles but the pain was so immense that I had tears in my eyes and I could feel my pussy near ripping. Not wanting to go farther I simply pleasured myself using these fingers and reached my second orgasm, gradually slowing down and wiping the cum all over my body and on my breasts, licking it off my body and hands. It was soo yummy! I continued going back for more, wiping it on my body and once I went back in a little too far and started up again bringing on two more orgasms it was unbelievable. I finally calmed down letting the water soothe me rubbing my body admiring my newly found joy of my shaved hot pink cunt engorged and swollen from my loving. I couldn’t believe it but it was hot pink and so beautifully swollen, I sat there with the mirror admiring it and wishing you could see it. I laid there for the longest time thinking about my special friend and how I’d tell him all about this. Finally I got up and showered and cleaned up my mess, fully enthralled by what just took place.

He explained that this was a surge of fluid that would leave my pjs all wet and sticky. A few days later I dreamt again of an event that has stuck in my memory since the age of about 11 or 12. I had left my bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen and on my way I saw that my parents bedroom light was on so decided to go down to see them . As I reached the door I was confronted by the sight of my father and mother, totally naked, about to assume the missionary position.

I froze to the floor and watched in total awe at what I was seeing. My eyes could not have been more than eight feet from the foot of the bed so the detail of the sight was total. My father began to enter my mother and his movements were slow and unhurried. The act seemed to go on forever but could not have been more than about 5 or 10 minutes and then my fathers pace began to increase and the noises from them both became louder. Their orgasms were almost frightening. As they came to rest I managed to snap out of my trance and went straight to bed where my regular fondling still did not lead to the final result. To this day I am sure that my mother knew that I was there but for some reason said nothing.

This was the trigger of my first wet dream and many other masturbatory events and dreams over the past 47 years.

I told Doug the next day that the predicted dream had happened and he then said that I would now start “pulling myself” (an old Australian term not used much anymore) . At this point I should explain that the dormitory at the school consisted of a very large room with 4 rows of double bunks made from 1″ tubular steel. There were rows down each wall and two rows, head to head, down the centre line. Within a few days the urge to play with and fondle the demanding organ between my legs became too much, but now the result was far more dramatic and left me in a state of amazement.

It was not long before this ritual became a daily (or nightly) event and after some time I noticed that the metal frame of the bunks was transmitting a regular shaking from the lower bunk to mine. The boy down below was masturbating just the same as I was. I made my business to check out the bunks on each side of me and sure enough the sheets were moving up and down in rapid urgency. None of us ever mentioned any of this in the two years I was there.

My friend Doug had found a trapdoor that led under the stage of the assembly hall and at some time in the past had established a hideaway with a couple of blankets , candles etc together with a few “nudist” magazines to use as inspiration. I was invited down there and so began a regular masturbatory heaven that sometimes included mutual masturbation but no real homosexual activity.

One day, on an afternoon leave pass from school a group of us went for a stroll in the bush and at a clearing we sat down to rest. Someone started talking about sex and masturbation in particular and we all confessed that we did it regularly. I had decided that the habit was universal and that if the rumours were true then all the men in the world should be walking around with white canes. This talk led to the challenge of a race to see who could “come” first, thus I had my first and only circle jerk.

I remember the showers in the dormitory were rather Spartan and consisted of about 10 or 12 shower roses with no privacy screens. It was my great fear that that raging organ between my legs would stand up and disgrace me, which it did sometimes. One boy at the end shower line had a full erection and he turned into the corner as if to shield himself from view and after a while the movements of his shoulder and right arm made it obvious that he was masturbating. No one said anything as I think we were all scared it could have been us.

On my return to my home after my stay at boarding school I had my own room and soon discovered the joys of humping the bed (or pillow). This led to a large yellow stain on the sheets by the time it came to wash them. I must confess that the thought never entered my mind how obvious it all was and my mother never mentioned it. My mastubation rate was rapidly reaching 3 and sometimes 4 times per day and I was scared the whole thing was getting out of control. One night I knelt down beside the bed and prayed for help in reducing it to once per day. It did not do a bit of good and as soon as I got into bed I was off at it again.

After about 8 months at home my employer transferred me to Melbourne (capitol of Victoria) and so I began to lodge in private homes, fortunately in my own room. Here the stains mounted rapidly on the sheets but not one landlady ever mentioned it. One day I came home from work and saw that a large deposit of sperm had flown over my head and landed on the bed head and dribbled all down to the bottom. Again not a word was said.

As often as possible I returned to my home town to visit my parents and at this time Australia was in the midst of a rabbit plague and I often went out with my .22 rifle to knock over a few. I remember walking across some farmland and coming across an old abandoned farm house. I looked inside and saw an ideal spot to satisfy my raging penis that was demanding attention NOW. On another occasion I was walking through some fairly thick scrub and had to lean back against a tree, drop my pants to my ankles and masturbate in full view of the birds. The Murray River has many sandbanks on the inside of bends and I was walking along one of these when the urge to masturbate became too much. I lay down on the sand and proceeded to revel in the freedom of the open air. As I stood up I saw that a fisherman was sitting on the opposite bank of the river about 50 yards away. He could not possibly have missed what took place.

Having settled down to a daily average of about 3 masturbation sessions a day my thoughts now turned to the object of my fantasies. My brother, who was 4 years older than me and far more successful with the opposite sex was going out with a girl of my age (about 16). The girl had an older sister who was about 20. My brother and I went around to the sisters place one evening and the parents were out somewhere, my brother and the younger sister went inside and I was instructed to stay outside. the elder sister and I retreated to the back seat of the family car parked in the driveway. We soon began kissing and cuddling and with no objection (encouragement even) from the girl we rapidly progressed to the stage where her clothing had been removed or hitched up above her waist, with her underclothes removed I now had an unrestricted path to that which I had dreamed so often.

The next step was to unloose my throbbing penis that felt so huge but was really only average. The task had almost been completed when to my horror the lousy so and so ejaculated everywhere but where it was supposed to and left the sperm all over my hand, her stomach, and probably some of the car seat also. I was so disgusted, as at that moment I remembered how my father had moved so slowly and deliberately (and longer) when I had witnessed my parents at the age of 11 or 12. I could not talk to her or my brother from embarrassment and shame and returned home, never to see the girl again.

The next year passed with constant masturbation sessions that I remember accepting to myself were necessary before I could go to sleep at night, and were the usual result of my morning shower. The cleaning process usually had it standing to attention and I rarely managed to postpone the inevitable. A quick trip to the toilet cubicle was often needed during the day. My employer from time to time sent me to various country towns to take the place of staff who were on annual leave and at the age of 17 I was staying in a town about 200 miles from Melbourne and I struck up a friendship with a young girl about my age. One evening the events unfolded in an almost exact replay of my last fiasco a year before. The girl was just as eager as the first one and her clothing proved no hindrance as she removed her underpants and awaited the proof of my manhood. My performance was only fractionally better than my first, for as soon as the head of my penis approached her wet vagina I ejaculated again. The sperm this time was much closer to the bulls-eye but my distress was almost too much to bear. The girl was a bit mad about it too and that was the last I saw of her.

On my return to Melbourne I met a girl who would “never do such a thing ” , being a good Catholic girl, but that did not stop her passionately massaging me penis in the back seats of the picture theatre. Many was the time I took her home with a growing wet patch in the front of my pants. Still the drought continued and it was at the age of 18 1/2 that I met the girl who was to become my wife of 40 years so far. I decided that night that she was the one and so my desperate search for sexual nirvana was centered on the new girl. Unfortunately she also was one who did not do such a thing and my trips home on foot if I missed the last bus were sometimes interrupted by a desperate search for a dark spot to relieve the sexual pressure. I remember on the last bus one night I had a woman opposite me who had obviously noticed my wet spot in the front of my pants.

My girls mother was a widow and she had a fiancée who owned a holiday home down at one of the outer beachside suburbs. I was often a guest over the weekend and as I approached my 20th birthday, the slow journey of my girl and I to the consummation of our relationship neared its end. Her mother watched us like a hawk and after the evening meal we would take a walk along the beach to get some time alone. The beach area was backed with “tea-tree” through which many walking tracks had been worn over the years. Beside one of these was a small grassed area and it was here that we sat down for a talk and as one thing led to another the talking became cuddling and kissing and soon we lost all care of our surroundings and who may come along. Our sexual desire took over and this time I managed to keep the raging thing under some sort of control and whilst not lasting any where near as long as my father I still managed to set a new personal record for the event. From that time on we managed to have sex about once a week and of course I had to make up the difference by making passionate love to the mattress or my right hand.

We married in Feb 1960 and my staying power slowly reached reasonable times. My wife let me know fairly early that she felt that masturbation was a waste of an ejaculation that should have been reserved for her. As both our appetites were of the at least daily level I had no cause for complaint and only resorted to my old habits during her period etc.

After my marriage at the age of 21 in 1960, my masturbation sessions became much less frequent because my wife felt that the ejaculation should have been reserved for her . My wife confessed that she had been masturbating regularly since her childhood. At night we would play with her very wet pussy and stimulate her clitoris to orgasm before, during and after intercourse. The sight and sound of my wife during masturbation and orgasm was too arousing for me to have been offended by her solo efforts and it all just added to the joy of it all.

My masturbation sessions were mainly as a result of my wifes period or her feeling a bit off colour.

When I was about 25 something happened to me that my wife does not believe and I am too scared to relate directly to anyone as it is hard to be believe but never the less it ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

One day I was in the bus heading home from work, I was seated away from the window with my shoulder towards the aisle. The bus was packed like a sardine tin and the day was a scorcher of about 100 degrees.

I was wearing a light cotton shirt only with no T.shirt underneath. After awhile I noticed that the woman beside was being pushed against me by the pressure of the crowded passengers. It became apparent that her lower stomach area was making contact with my shoulder bone and that in fact I could feel the area below her pubic bone.

I attempted to move my shoulder away by only about 1/2 an inch or so but as I did so she moved her body the same amount to re-establish contact. I was now in a state of amazement as I realized that she was doing all this on purpose. The vibration coming up through to body of the bus from the road surface was causing her to gain stimulation of her clitoris from the movement. I am sure that I could actually feel her clitoris becoming harder and the slight up and down movement of her body against mine was being ever so slightly increased by her own actions. I cannot remember how long all this went on for but I remember that the bus was an express which did not stop for about 1/2 an hour til its first stop on the way to the outer suburbs of Melbourne. She left the bus then and I could not make eye contact with her before she left.

I have heard of men who do this in crowded buses and trains but have never heard of women doing it. I would be most interested to hear of anybody who has done or had it done to them (<email removed>).

Our marriage continued on for many years in much the same way as most others and when my wife reached menopause her liido faded slowly over the next 5 years to the stage when it was non existant. Fortunately she understood that my needs continued on and had no objection to me masturbating either in bed beside her or in the shower.

After our retirement we took up the lifestyle of caravanning around Australia, following the sun wherever we wished.

This meant staying at caravan parks in many places and having showers in the shower blocks. One day I was in the shower cubicle with a 10 – 12 inch gap under the dividing wall between each cubicle. I happened to look down one day and noticed that the overhead lighting, combined with the water on the floor of the shower was creating a mirror effect in the floor of the cubicle next door. I could see plainly that the man next door was masturbating. I had been in the habit of masturbating in the showers whenever I felt the need and it amused me to know that I was not the only one. From then on I began to take notice of the efforts of the men in the next cubicle and it became obvious that the habit was very common.

After a while I realized that many men in my age group who were also retired probably had wives who also were effected by menopause and so the men needed to mastubate from time to time and used the showers for private pleasure.

One day I had had my shower and had finished drying myself and felt the urge to masturbate rapidly coming over me. I lent against the side wall with my left arm and proceeded to play with my rapidly rising penis. The ejaculation sent sperm dribling down the wall of the cubicle and after I had recovered a bit I wiped it up and prepared to leave. I looked to my left and saw that a man was waiting outside my cubicle and through the gap between the door and the frame he could see all that had taken place. I left with a cheery “good morning” and the grin on his face told me that I was correct.

Many is the time that I have been a witness to men masturbating next door and a couple of times saw men sitting on the floor going to town, some with tubes of lube applied both front and back. Some don’t even bother turning on the shower, just go in, use the privacy and leave. I often wonder how many witnessed my efforts over the years.

It is funny that from the age of 14 I began masturbating on a very regular basis either with my right hand or humping the mattress and at the age of about 54 on I was back to my regular mastubatory life. I have no desire to hurt my wife by having sexual relations with someone else and am quite happy with the present situation.

A week before my 14th birthday (1953) I arrived at boarding school and like most boys, I struck up a friendship with a boy called Doug.S. A day or so after my arrival I was talking to Doug and he asked “Have you had a wet dream yet”? My reply was “What’s a wet dream?”

He explained that this was a surge of fluid that would leave my pjs all wet and sticky. A few days later I dreamt again of an event that has stuck in my memory since the age of about 11 or 12. I had left my bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen and on my way I saw that my parents bedroom light was on so decided to go down to see them . As I reached the door I was confronted by the sight of my father and mother, totally naked, about to assume the missionary position.

I froze to the floor and watched in total awe at what I was seeing. My eyes could not have been more than eight feet from the foot of the bed so the detail of the sight was total. My father began to enter my mother and his movements were slow and unhurried. The act seemed to go on forever but could not have been more than about 5 or 10 minutes and then my fathers pace began to increase and the noises from them both became louder. Their orgasms were almost frightening. As they came to rest I managed to snap out of my trance and went straight to bed where my regular fondling still did not lead to the final result. To this day I am sure that my mother knew that I was there but for some reason said nothing.

This was the trigger of my first wet dream and many other masturbatory events and dreams over the past 47 years.

I told Doug the next day that the predicted dream had happened and he then said that I would now start “pulling myself” (an old Australian term not used much anymore) . At this point I should explain that the dormitory at the school consisted of a very large room with 4 rows of double bunks made from 1″ tubular steel. There were rows down each wall and two rows, head to head, down the centre line. Within a few days the urge to play with and fondle the demanding organ between my legs became too much, but now the result was far more dramatic and left me in a state of amazement.

It was not long before this ritual became a daily (or nightly) event and after some time I noticed that the metal frame of the bunks was transmitting a regular shaking from the lower bunk to mine. The boy down below was masturbating just the same as I was. I made my business to check out the bunks on each side of me and sure enough the sheets were moving up and down in rapid urgency. None of us ever mentioned any of this in the two years I was there.

My friend Doug had found a trapdoor that led under the stage of the assembly hall and at some time in the past had established a hideaway with a couple of blankets , candles etc together with a few “nudist” magazines to use as inspiration. I was invited down there and so began a regular masturbatory heaven that sometimes included mutual masturbation but no real homosexual activity.

One day, on an afternoon leave pass from school a group of us went for a stroll in the bush and at a clearing we sat down to rest. Someone started talking about sex and masturbation in particular and we all confessed that we did it regularly. I had decided that the habit was universal and that if the rumours were true then all the men in the world should be walking around with white canes. This talk led to the challenge of a race to see who could “come” first, thus I had my first and only circle jerk.

I remember the showers in the dormitory were rather Spartan and consisted of about 10 or 12 shower roses with no privacy screens. It was my great fear that that raging organ between my legs would stand up and disgrace me, which it did sometimes. One boy at the end shower line had a full erection and he turned into the corner as if to shield himself from view and after a while the movements of his shoulder and right arm made it obvious that he was masturbating. No one said anything as I think we were all scared it could have been us.

On my return to my home after my stay at boarding school I had my own room and soon discovered the joys of humping the bed (or pillow). This led to a large yellow stain on the sheets by the time it came to wash them. I must confess that the thought never entered my mind how obvious it all was and my mother never mentioned it. My mastubation rate was rapidly reaching 3 and sometimes 4 times per day and I was scared the whole thing was getting out of control. One night I knelt down beside the bed and prayed for help in reducing it to once per day. It did not do a bit of good and as soon as I got into bed I was off at it again.

After about 8 months at home my employer transferred me to Melbourne (capitol of Victoria) and so I began to lodge in private homes, fortunately in my own room. Here the stains mounted rapidly on the sheets but not one landlady ever mentioned it. One day I came home from work and saw that a large deposit of sperm had flown over my head and landed on the bed head and dribbled all down to the bottom. Again not a word was said.

As often as possible I returned to my home town to visit my parents and at this time Australia was in the midst of a rabbit plague and I often went out with my .22 rifle to knock over a few. I remember walking across some farmland and coming across an old abandoned farm house. I looked inside and saw an ideal spot to satisfy my raging penis that was demanding attention NOW. On another occasion I was walking through some fairly thick scrub and had to lean back against a tree, drop my pants to my ankles and masturbate in full view of the birds. The Murray River has many sandbanks on the inside of bends and I was walking along one of these when the urge to masturbate became too much. I lay down on the sand and proceeded to revel in the freedom of the open air. As I stood up I saw that a fisherman was sitting on the opposite bank of the river about 50 yards away. He could not possibly have missed what took place.

Having settled down to a daily average of about 3 masturbation sessions a day my thoughts now turned to the object of my fantasies. My brother, who was 4 years older than me and far more successful with the opposite sex was going out with a girl of my age (about 16). The girl had an older sister who was about 20. My brother and I went around to the sisters place one evening and the parents were out somewhere, my brother and the younger sister went inside and I was instructed to stay outside. the elder sister and I retreated to the back seat of the family car parked in the driveway. We soon began kissing and cuddling and with no objection (encouragement even) from the girl we rapidly progressed to the stage where her clothing had been removed or hitched up above her waist, with her underclothes removed I now had an unrestricted path to that which I had dreamed so often.

The next step was to unloose my throbbing penis that felt so huge but was really only average. The task had almost been completed when to my horror the lousy so and so ejaculated everywhere but where it was supposed to and left the sperm all over my hand, her stomach, and probably some of the car seat also. I was so disgusted, as at that moment I remembered how my father had moved so slowly and deliberately (and longer) when I had witnessed my parents at the age of 11 or 12. I could not talk to her or my brother from embarrassment and shame and returned home, never to see the girl again.

The next year passed with constant masturbation sessions that I remember accepting to myself were necessary before I could go to sleep at night, and were the usual result of my morning shower. The cleaning process usually had it standing to attention and I rarely managed to postpone the inevitable. A quick trip to the toilet cubicle was often needed during the day. My employer from time to time sent me to various country towns to take the place of staff who were on annual leave and at the age of 17 I was staying in a town about 200 miles from Melbourne and I struck up a friendship with a young girl about my age. One evening the events unfolded in an almost exact replay of my last fiasco a year before. The girl was just as eager as the first one and her clothing proved no hindrance as she removed her underpants and awaited the proof of my manhood. My performance was only fractionally better than my first, for as soon as the head of my penis approached her wet vagina I ejaculated again. The sperm this time was much closer to the bulls-eye but my distress was almost too much to bear. The girl was a bit mad about it too and that was the last I saw of her.

On my return to Melbourne I met a girl who would “never do such a thing ” , being a good Catholic girl, but that did not stop her passionately massaging me penis in the back seats of the picture theatre. Many was the time I took her home with a growing wet patch in the front of my pants. Still the drought continued and it was at the age of 18 1/2 that I met the girl who was to become my wife of 40 years so far. I decided that night that she was the one and so my desperate search for sexual nirvana was centered on the new girl. Unfortunately she also was one who did not do such a thing and my trips home on foot if I missed the last bus were sometimes interrupted by a desperate search for a dark spot to relieve the sexual pressure. I remember on the last bus one night I had a woman opposite me who had obviously noticed my wet spot in the front of my pants.

My girls mother was a widow and she had a fiancée who owned a holiday home down at one of the outer beachside suburbs. I was often a guest over the weekend and as I approached my 20th birthday, the slow journey of my girl and I to the consummation of our relationship neared its end. Her mother watched us like a hawk and after the evening meal we would take a walk along the beach to get some time alone. The beach area was backed with “tea-tree” through which many walking tracks had been worn over the years. Beside one of these was a small grassed area and it was here that we sat down for a talk and as one thing led to another the talking became cuddling and kissing and soon we lost all care of our surroundings and who may come along. Our sexual desire took over and this time I managed to keep the raging thing under some sort of control and whilst not lasting any where near as long as my father I still managed to set a new personal record for the event. From that time on we managed to have sex about once a week and of course I had to make up the difference by making passionate love to the mattress or my right hand.

We married in Feb 1960 and my staying power slowly reached reasonable times. My wife let me know fairly early that she felt that masturbation was a waste of an ejaculation that should have been reserved for her. As both our appetites were of the at least daily level I had no cause for complaint and only resorted to my old habits during her period etc.

After my marriage at the age of 21 in 1960, my masturbation sessions became much less frequent because my wife felt that the ejaculation should have been reserved for her . My wife confessed that she had been masturbating regularly since her childhood. At night we would play with her very wet pussy and stimulate her clitoris to orgasm before, during and after intercourse. The sight and sound of my wife during masturbation and orgasm was too arousing for me to have been offended by her solo efforts and it all just added to the joy of it all.

My masturbation sessions were mainly as a result of my wifes period or her feeling a bit off colour.

When I was about 25 something happened to me that my wife does not believe and I am too scared to relate directly to anyone as it is hard to be believe but never the less it ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

One day I was in the bus heading home from work, I was seated away from the window with my shoulder towards the aisle. The bus was packed like a sardine tin and the day was a scorcher of about 100 degrees.

I was wearing a light cotton shirt only with no T.shirt underneath. After awhile I noticed that the woman beside was being pushed against me by the pressure of the crowded passengers. It became apparent that her lower stomach area was making contact with my shoulder bone and that in fact I could feel the area below her pubic bone.

I attempted to move my shoulder away by only about 1/2 an inch or so but as I did so she moved her body the same amount to re-establish contact. I was now in a state of amazement as I realized that she was doing all this on purpose. The vibration coming up through to body of the bus from the road surface was causing her to gain stimulation of her clitoris from the movement. I am sure that I could actually feel her clitoris becoming harder and the slight up and down movement of her body against mine was being ever so slightly increased by her own actions. I cannot remember how long all this went on for but I remember that the bus was an express which did not stop for about 1/2 an hour til its first stop on the way to the outer suburbs of Melbourne. She left the bus then and I could not make eye contact with her before she left.

I have heard of men who do this in crowded buses and trains but have never heard of women doing it. I would be most interested to hear of anybody who has done or had it done to them (<email removed>).

Our marriage continued on for many years in much the same way as most others and when my wife reached menopause her liido faded slowly over the next 5 years to the stage when it was non existant. Fortunately she understood that my needs continued on and had no objection to me masturbating either in bed beside her or in the shower.

After our retirement we took up the lifestyle of caravanning around Australia, following the sun wherever we wished.

This meant staying at caravan parks in many places and having showers in the shower blocks. One day I was in the shower cubicle with a 10 – 12 inch gap under the dividing wall between each cubicle. I happened to look down one day and noticed that the overhead lighting, combined with the water on the floor of the shower was creating a mirror effect in the floor of the cubicle next door. I could see plainly that the man next door was masturbating. I had been in the habit of masturbating in the showers whenever I felt the need and it amused me to know that I was not the only one. From then on I began to take notice of the efforts of the men in the next cubicle and it became obvious that the habit was very common.

After a while I realized that many men in my age group who were also retired probably had wives who also were effected by menopause and so the men needed to mastubate from time to time and used the showers for private pleasure.

One day I had had my shower and had finished drying myself and felt the urge to masturbate rapidly coming over me. I lent against the side wall with my left arm and proceeded to play with my rapidly rising penis. The ejaculation sent sperm dribling down the wall of the cubicle and after I had recovered a bit I wiped it up and prepared to leave. I looked to my left and saw that a man was waiting outside my cubicle and through the gap between the door and the frame he could see all that had taken place. I left with a cheery “good morning” and the grin on his face told me that I was correct.

Many is the time that I have been a witness to men masturbating next door and a couple of times saw men sitting on the floor going to town, some with tubes of lube applied both front and back. Some don’t even bother turning on the shower, just go in, use the privacy and leave. I often wonder how many witnessed my efforts over the years.

It is funny that from the age of 14 I began masturbating on a very regular basis either with my right hand or humping the mattress and at the age of about 54 on I was back to my regular mastubatory life. I have no desire to hurt my wife by having sexual relations with someone else and am quite happy with the present situation.

When I was about 31 yrs old, my wife and I had split up and I moved in with a female friend of ours…she was about 27 at the time…and whilst we shared a house and often saw each other nude we never did have sex, although we spoke about sex openly and nudity was no big deal for either one of us.

Whilst we never had sex, I believe the desire was there in both of us…well it was for me and I later found out it was for her too. My house mate and I both slept nude and did not believe in a door closed policy, so to say the least we used to see each other nude and in varying states of sexual excitment quite often.

My room was at the back of the house and the enclosed patio was divided from my room only by windows, which of course had drapes for privacy. Well our house was not that big and this patio was mainly used as a storage area for unused gear and the room where all the ironing was done.

One morning fairly early I awakened to the sound of her on the patio, my windows were ajar and the one of the drapes slightly pulled back…I could hear the sound of steam hissing and I knew she out there ironing some clothes…well as can be imagined when I awoke, I had, as most men do, a very engorged cock, and I was extremely horny…I decided then and there that I need to relieve the pressure and I was not too worried about being seen as the windows were of frosted glass and they also opened away from me.

I flicked the blankets off me allowing my stiff prick to stand in all it’s glory, knowing that if she finished I would have time to cover myself before she walked past my open bedroom door. I began to stroke my cock and gently squeeze my balls allowing my copious precum to flow and lubricte my penis…which by now was extremely hard and the head was swollen and bright purple in colour… at about this time I noticed that the door to my closet was slightly open and pointing towards the opened windows, and I could see my house mate standing there ironing and looking into the mirror on the front of the closet door, thus obviously allowing her full view of me masturbating, I however pretended not to notice that she was watching me and continued to slowly rub cock which by now was really starting to flow with warm clear pre-cum.

My masturbation session lasted I guess about 15 minutes and all that time my house mate stood at the ironing board with here eyes transfixed on the mirror…which was making me all the hornier and I could feel my cum starting to build up in the base of my cock…finally I tilted my cock slightly back towards me and with the head bright purple and soaked from my pre-cum and the eye open wide, the first jet of my spunk spat from my cock…it went about a foot or so in the air before landing on my chest and the ensuing jets were almost as powerful, probably about 8 or 10 in all…each one becoming a little weaker until what remained ozzed from the tip of my prick and dribbled down onto my pubic hair, this would have to rate as my most memorable wank of all times, and most certainly the messiest, even though I usually come in copious amounts on most occasions regardless of how often I masturbate or fuck.

have always had a love affair with my cock….I started masturbating at about the age of 14, at first I really didn’t know what was going to happen, having only been told about it by a friends mother one night whilst on vacation….but thats another story.

When I was about 31 yrs old, my wife and I had split up and I moved in with a female friend of ours…she was about 27 at the time…and whilst we shared a house and often saw each other nude we never did have sex, although we spoke about sex openly and nudity was no big deal for either one of us.

Whilst we never had sex, I believe the desire was there in both of us…well it was for me and I later found out it was for her too. My house mate and I both slept nude and did not believe in a door closed policy, so to say the least we used to see each other nude and in varying states of sexual excitment quite often.

My room was at the back of the house and the enclosed patio was divided from my room only by windows, which of course had drapes for privacy. Well our house was not that big and this patio was mainly used as a storage area for unused gear and the room where all the ironing was done.

One morning fairly early I awakened to the sound of her on the patio, my windows were ajar and the one of the drapes slightly pulled back…I could hear the sound of steam hissing and I knew she out there ironing some clothes…well as can be imagined when I awoke, I had, as most men do, a very engorged cock, and I was extremely horny…I decided then and there that I need to relieve the pressure and I was not too worried about being seen as the windows were of frosted glass and they also opened away from me.

I flicked the blankets off me allowing my stiff prick to stand in all it’s glory, knowing that if she finished I would have time to cover myself before she walked past my open bedroom door. I began to stroke my cock and gently squeeze my balls allowing my copious precum to flow and lubricte my penis…which by now was extremely hard and the head was swollen and bright purple in colour… at about this time I noticed that the door to my closet was slightly open and pointing towards the opened windows, and I could see my house mate standing there ironing and looking into the mirror on the front of the closet door, thus obviously allowing her full view of me masturbating, I however pretended not to notice that she was watching me and continued to slowly rub cock which by now was really starting to flow with warm clear pre-cum.

My masturbation session lasted I guess about 15 minutes and all that time my house mate stood at the ironing board with here eyes transfixed on the mirror…which was making me all the hornier and I could feel my cum starting to build up in the base of my cock…finally I tilted my cock slightly back towards me and with the head bright purple and soaked from my pre-cum and the eye open wide, the first jet of my spunk spat from my cock…it went about a foot or so in the air before landing on my chest and the ensuing jets were almost as powerful, probably about 8 or 10 in all…each one becoming a little weaker until what remained ozzed from the tip of my prick and dribbled down onto my pubic hair, this would have to rate as my most memorable wank of all times, and most certainly the messiest, even though I usually come in copious amounts on most occasions regardless of how often I masturbate or fuck.

I never knew about masturbation until at the age of 13 I went off to boarding school. I guy in our year had been caught “wanking” in one of the class rooms and I had to ask a mate what wanking was. Although intrigued I never tried it until after that first school year had ended, as it was obviously a thing that you shouldn’t do, especially if you got caught and suffered the endless humiliation that seemed apparent.

However, curiosity got the better of me – in fact the complusion to wank came on me quite suddenly. Not far from our home was a very secluded bush area where I had played for years. I found myself alone in the peaceful afternoon and pulled down my pants and started stroking. Nothing much happened until after a few minutes when the most amazing and exciting feeling started to warm my groin. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I kept on going with the feeling becoming more intense. I had my thumb and fore finger around my standard length uncircumcised cock moving it ever so slowly up and down the top of the glans, enjoying the feeling immensely. Then this beautiful warm feeling and thick creamy cum spurting out the tip and dripping down off the bush leaves in front of me. I was stunned. The feeling just so like those many wet dreams and now I had discovered this most amazing toy. But suddenly – this most amazing feeling of guilt. I bet none of the guys I looked up to at school ever did this. What would they think?

Little did I realise then that everyone was at it. As the months went by back at school I noticed the tell tale signs in the toilet cubicles. The shadow making quick urgent movements from the cubicle next to me and the occasional cum drop left on the toilet seat. The guy I roomed with first mentioned it to me. Do I wank? I was embarrased at first. He said he did all the time and then I confessed I did too. At the same time, “The little red school book” was released and I realised I was quite normal. Still, at boarding school the last thing you want to do is get caught playing with yourself, even though we all knew everyone did it.

By this stage I was wanking every day, usually in the toilet. Doing it in bed was too messy and you were more likely to get heard. In the senior dormitory if you turned around while on the toilet you could see the reflection through the window of the guy in the next cubicle sitting there. This was a great turn on, knowing there was someone having a wank next door to you. You could usually tell who it was too, and my hard-on would rage if it was one of the good looking guys. Nothing was ever said, but it was great way to get off and release the boredom of school work. I was 15 by this stage and with no girls for company, your thoughts turned to the images of these guys having their daily toss. It made it more exciting.

My wanking continued in earnest for many years to come. Eventually married I still resort to it from time to time – just for old times sake. I also realised that I was also attracted to men and have had a few experiences with guys, but no one can produce the type of orgasm that you can yourself. My thoughts of that first time and the following years at school keep me company in my early 40s now. I just wish we were as open about such things as we seem to be now. It would have been a lot easier.

I was about 10 when I noticed the first hairs appearing on my balls, an event that I was not expecting so soon. This was not long before I awoke after a particularly erotic dream to find a thick creamy substance in my bedclothes. I thought there was something wrong with me. I had 2 older brothers but had not heard them mention anything like this and I was too scared to ask them in case I got teased.

I never knew about masturbation until at the age of 13 I went off to boarding school. I guy in our year had been caught “wanking” in one of the class rooms and I had to ask a mate what wanking was. Although intrigued I never tried it until after that first school year had ended, as it was obviously a thing that you shouldn’t do, especially if you got caught and suffered the endless humiliation that seemed apparent.

However, curiosity got the better of me – in fact the complusion to wank came on me quite suddenly. Not far from our home was a very secluded bush area where I had played for years. I found myself alone in the peaceful afternoon and pulled down my pants and started stroking. Nothing much happened until after a few minutes when the most amazing and exciting feeling started to warm my groin. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I kept on going with the feeling becoming more intense. I had my thumb and fore finger around my standard length uncircumcised cock moving it ever so slowly up and down the top of the glans, enjoying the feeling immensely. Then this beautiful warm feeling and thick creamy cum spurting out the tip and dripping down off the bush leaves in front of me. I was stunned. The feeling just so like those many wet dreams and now I had discovered this most amazing toy. But suddenly – this most amazing feeling of guilt. I bet none of the guys I looked up to at school ever did this. What would they think?

Little did I realise then that everyone was at it. As the months went by back at school I noticed the tell tale signs in the toilet cubicles. The shadow making quick urgent movements from the cubicle next to me and the occasional cum drop left on the toilet seat. The guy I roomed with first mentioned it to me. Do I wank? I was embarrased at first. He said he did all the time and then I confessed I did too. At the same time, “The little red school book” was released and I realised I was quite normal. Still, at boarding school the last thing you want to do is get caught playing with yourself, even though we all knew everyone did it.

By this stage I was wanking every day, usually in the toilet. Doing it in bed was too messy and you were more likely to get heard. In the senior dormitory if you turned around while on the toilet you could see the reflection through the window of the guy in the next cubicle sitting there. This was a great turn on, knowing there was someone having a wank next door to you. You could usually tell who it was too, and my hard-on would rage if it was one of the good looking guys. Nothing was ever said, but it was great way to get off and release the boredom of school work. I was 15 by this stage and with no girls for company, your thoughts turned to the images of these guys having their daily toss. It made it more exciting.

My wanking continued in earnest for many years to come. Eventually married I still resort to it from time to time – just for old times sake. I also realised that I was also attracted to men and have had a few experiences with guys, but no one can produce the type of orgasm that you can yourself. My thoughts of that first time and the following years at school keep me company in my early 40s now. I just wish we were as open about such things as we seem to be now. It would have been a lot easier.

The farm was owned by a couple named Gus and Mary. Gus was a huge guy, about 6′-8″ and nothing but solid muscle. Mary was a short curvy blond with a friendly smile and big pretty thighs. She always wore her blond hair short.

All three of us were worked awfully hard by Gus and Mary. We put in almost twice the hours that most farmhands did at other area farms. We were always exhausted, but we were intimidated by Gus, and Mary loved ordering us around. Plus there were fringe benefits!

Every night we would practically fall into our beds and into an immediate and deep sleep because we were just absolutely exhausted! Every night that was – except Saturday night!

Saturday nights we were too excited to go to sleep because we knew what was going to be done to us Sunday morning. We would lie in bed and talk about Mary’s legs and the latest pair of skimpy shorts we had seen her in. All three of us had a fetish for Mary’s big pretty thighs and we knew she loved ordering us around while dressed in super-tight shorts, a tight blouse and with her legs and feet bare.

We never jerked off when we talked about Mary’s thighs cause Gus told us if he ever caught us jerking off to Mary we’d be in deep trouble. And we believed him!

It all started when Gus caught Joey beating off behind the barn looking at Mary bending over and hanging clothes on the line. Gus threatened Joey and scared him shitless. Gus said we were all probably sneaking around and trying to peek at his wife while we jerked off.

That’s when the Sunday morning ritual started. Every Sunday morning as soon as we wake up we have to strip naked and wait in our room just off the barn until Gus and Mary are ready for us at 9:30. By then we all have erections cause we know we are going to be jerked off.

At exactly 9:30 we look down the road (and if no car is coming) we walk from the barn to the house – all in a row – with our erections bobbing in front of us. We go up the back steps and into the back kitchen where Gus and Mary are waiting for us.

Gus always laughs and says that we must be horny for his wife. Mary is standing there smiling, wearing tight shorts and a blouse. She is always barefoot and her big pretty thighs are bare. I know she loves doing it to us.

We have to stand in a row, naked in front of them, and bend down to grab our ankles. We all have erections and we have to stay like that, bent over, all ready for Mary to jerk us off.

Mary stands behind us smirking and baby-oils her hands. Gus always gives us the same speech about how we will waste all our money on Playboys if he didn’t have Mary jerk us off every Sunday and how he doesn’t want us spying on her and jerking off – plus how much harder we’ll work if our minds aren’t on his wife’s thighs and on our own horny dicks.

Then Mary jerks us off one at a time! She stands behind us and pulls our penises back under our bottoms until they point backward toward her. Then she stands there smiling and jerks us off!

Ted is always first in line. I hear him panting when she starts on him and it never takes him long to cum. We are all bent over naked with our faces beet red. In just a couple of minutes I hear him moan and Mary snickers as he squirts off in her hand. Then I hear her wash her hands at the sink behind us. Ted has to stand there bent over like the rest of us, but now drained, and not move a muscle as she starts in on Joey.

Joey takes longer to cum and sometimes Mary makes fun of him as she rubs him and pulls on him. I’m always so excited at this point I can hardly stand it and my cock is rock hard. I can hardly breathe and the kitchen floor tiles blur a little before my eyes.

At first we were nervous to be jerked off by Mary in front of her husband but then we got so addicted to her jerking on us that it didn’t make a difference anymore.

Joey always makes a funny whimpering noice when he cums in Mary’s hand. Mary laughs and seems to enjoy Joey’s shame most of all – maybe because her husband caught Joey spying on her and beating off and this is her revenge.

I’m practically dying when I hear Mary wash Joey’s cum down the drain cause I know that I am next! It feels so good when Mary pulls my penis back in her warm hand and starts jerking it! I’m panting and sweating right away cause she makes me so hot! I can’t belive how good it feels! After two or three minutes of trying to hold back I shoot off in her hand, my knees shake and my mouth hangs open. She catches it all usually but sometimes I hear a gob or two plop through Mary’s fingers and onto the floor.

Mary says I squirt the most and sometimes jokes about how messy I’ve made her hands when she washes my cum down the drain. I’m glad she says I cum the most because my penis is smaller than both Ted’s and Joey’s.

We have to stay like that in the back kitchen, naked, bent over and still grabbing our ankles until Gus and Mary finish laughing at how limp our penises are now.

When I was 20 years old, I spent eighteen months working on a farm in southern Ohio. I was just a farmhand, and there were two other farmhands, one twenty years old like myself and the other was nineteen.

The farm was owned by a couple named Gus and Mary. Gus was a huge guy, about 6′-8″ and nothing but solid muscle. Mary was a short curvy blond with a friendly smile and big pretty thighs. She always wore her blond hair short.

All three of us were worked awfully hard by Gus and Mary. We put in almost twice the hours that most farmhands did at other area farms. We were always exhausted, but we were intimidated by Gus, and Mary loved ordering us around. Plus there were fringe benefits!

Every night we would practically fall into our beds and into an immediate and deep sleep because we were just absolutely exhausted! Every night that was – except Saturday night!

Saturday nights we were too excited to go to sleep because we knew what was going to be done to us Sunday morning. We would lie in bed and talk about Mary’s legs and the latest pair of skimpy shorts we had seen her in. All three of us had a fetish for Mary’s big pretty thighs and we knew she loved ordering us around while dressed in super-tight shorts, a tight blouse and with her legs and feet bare.

We never jerked off when we talked about Mary’s thighs cause Gus told us if he ever caught us jerking off to Mary we’d be in deep trouble. And we believed him!

It all started when Gus caught Joey beating off behind the barn looking at Mary bending over and hanging clothes on the line. Gus threatened Joey and scared him shitless. Gus said we were all probably sneaking around and trying to peek at his wife while we jerked off.

That’s when the Sunday morning ritual started. Every Sunday morning as soon as we wake up we have to strip naked and wait in our room just off the barn until Gus and Mary are ready for us at 9:30. By then we all have erections cause we know we are going to be jerked off.

At exactly 9:30 we look down the road (and if no car is coming) we walk from the barn to the house – all in a row – with our erections bobbing in front of us. We go up the back steps and into the back kitchen where Gus and Mary are waiting for us.

Gus always laughs and says that we must be horny for his wife. Mary is standing there smiling, wearing tight shorts and a blouse. She is always barefoot and her big pretty thighs are bare. I know she loves doing it to us.

We have to stand in a row, naked in front of them, and bend down to grab our ankles. We all have erections and we have to stay like that, bent over, all ready for Mary to jerk us off.

Mary stands behind us smirking and baby-oils her hands. Gus always gives us the same speech about how we will waste all our money on Playboys if he didn’t have Mary jerk us off every Sunday and how he doesn’t want us spying on her and jerking off – plus how much harder we’ll work if our minds aren’t on his wife’s thighs and on our own horny dicks.

Then Mary jerks us off one at a time! She stands behind us and pulls our penises back under our bottoms until they point backward toward her. Then she stands there smiling and jerks us off!

Ted is always first in line. I hear him panting when she starts on him and it never takes him long to cum. We are all bent over naked with our faces beet red. In just a couple of minutes I hear him moan and Mary snickers as he squirts off in her hand. Then I hear her wash her hands at the sink behind us. Ted has to stand there bent over like the rest of us, but now drained, and not move a muscle as she starts in on Joey.

Joey takes longer to cum and sometimes Mary makes fun of him as she rubs him and pulls on him. I’m always so excited at this point I can hardly stand it and my cock is rock hard. I can hardly breathe and the kitchen floor tiles blur a little before my eyes.

At first we were nervous to be jerked off by Mary in front of her husband but then we got so addicted to her jerking on us that it didn’t make a difference anymore.

Joey always makes a funny whimpering noice when he cums in Mary’s hand. Mary laughs and seems to enjoy Joey’s shame most of all – maybe because her husband caught Joey spying on her and beating off and this is her revenge.

I’m practically dying when I hear Mary wash Joey’s cum down the drain cause I know that I am next! It feels so good when Mary pulls my penis back in her warm hand and starts jerking it! I’m panting and sweating right away cause she makes me so hot! I can’t belive how good it feels! After two or three minutes of trying to hold back I shoot off in her hand, my knees shake and my mouth hangs open. She catches it all usually but sometimes I hear a gob or two plop through Mary’s fingers and onto the floor.

Mary says I squirt the most and sometimes jokes about how messy I’ve made her hands when she washes my cum down the drain. I’m glad she says I cum the most because my penis is smaller than both Ted’s and Joey’s.

We have to stay like that in the back kitchen, naked, bent over and still grabbing our ankles until Gus and Mary finish laughing at how limp our penises are now.