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Pleases find the time to give me your thoughts. Would love to hear them if you have the time.
My blog postings are mostly stories I have written. I am quite the armature at writing. I probably have terrible grammar and style but hopefully you can look beyond all of that and enjoy the stories fantasy. Almost all my stories are fantasies since I have a very vanilla sex life in the real world but a very active imagination. Only one of them is true. Can you guess which one?
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Story: Embarrassing Moment at the Beach
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Posted:May 19, 2020 6:02 pm
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Embarrassing Moment at the Beach
By Bound_Balls
I will always remember this day to follow.
My wife and I were married for about 4 years at the time and we were on a “beach vacation” at Virginia Beach. These beach vacations are what I consider to be the best vacations. We do nothing but spend the entire time on the beach. No frantic bustling about trying to site see everything that is possible to see in a day, no schedules, no nothing, but laying out warming our bodies and cooling off in the surf.
Lets just say I like to get a good tan; I am a nut for lying in the sun and getting bronzed. I love the feel of the sun beating down on me warming my body and penetrating to my soul.
So I wore my Speedo swimsuit to get maximum exposure. My wife however is not keen about me being out in public with the Speedo on. She much prefers the loose boxer trunks so not as much detail of my male ego shows. However that is partly why I like Speedos. I feel attractive in them. I might not be the body builder of the world but I am comfortable with the endowment I have been given. And I feel good if I think the opposite sex might notice me because of it.
Well, this day she decided to get even with me for wearing the Speedo. Really to make a point, I think. We had been out on the beach for about 3 hours when she asked if I would put some oil on her back.
We both know this gets me worked up a bit, the feel of her skin gliding under my hands with the silky layer of oil between them. Because of this usually when we are out in public I just try to fore go the erotic enjoyment and hurry up and whip the stuff on before I get too aroused.
This day was going to be very different I was going to find out. As usual, I quickly applied the oil on her back and then began to sit back down on my side of the blanket, but she had other ideas. Just as I was sitting down she looked up shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand and asked if I would mind also do the back of her legs too. The sun was getting pretty hot already so I didn’t think anything about it and got back up on my knees and started on her legs. This was taking a little longer than I wanted and could feel the definite engorging sensation swelling between my legs. I thought, if I could wrap this up quickly I could finish her legs before it became to obvious to those around us how this was affecting to me.
I wasn’t going to be so lucky. Just as I was finishing and getting ready to hit the blanket again she spread her legs a little, her perfect, very long, and slender legs. She then stated, with her head still lying on the blanket, in a matter of fact expression that she needed the oil everywhere. She said it was too hot out and she did not want any part of them to burn. So I was told “to make sure I get it all the way up to her swimsuit edges please.” This is when I figured she is teasing me. This only made it worst because she is not normally a teaser. She usually gets mad if I even palm her ass in public. So I took advantage of this rare playfulness and rub the lotion as high as I could, playfully fondling my wife’s ass cheeks at that little crease between the leg and the curvature of the cheek itself. My playfulness was having a counter productive affect on me though. As much as I was enjoying fondling my wife’s ass I was also was becoming very aware how constraining and small my Speedo was becoming at that moment.
Decisions, decisions, I was torn between the temptation of continuing to fondling my wife intimately in public or wanting nothing more that to dive back to the safety of my side of the blanket face down and let things settle down. But she was really in rare form and said thanks and rolled over onto her back then she asked if I could you do the front of her legs as well. With that the decision was made for me, so I settled in and began working on the front of her legs as well.
The same thing applied to the front of her legs, I had to make sure I covered her legs everywhere. I started with her toes and sensually started to rub the oil in, then her ankles and calves.
As I was working my way up her legs she propped herself up on her elbows to watched my every move. She was watching me very intently. Not really looking at what I was doing as much as just looking at me. In a way that made me feel a bit uncomfortable kind of like I was on display and performing for her. Her stare was causing my subconscious to play tricks with my mind, making me feel like everyone on the beach including her knew this was arousing the hell out of me and causing me to experience mild anxieties that people are probably watching me.
Of course, no one really pays any attention to those that are around them at the beach anyway, so I was just getting myself all worked up for nothing but I could not help letting those thoughts have an effect me.
My wife had on “what I would consider barely legal” string bikini that hardly covered anything and required a razor to keep everything looking neat and proper (funny how her suit is considered socially acceptable).
So when I got up to the top of her legs and the edge of her bikini I was having a hard time not noticing the intimate contact I was having with her sex, her mound and neither space. By this time I was becoming lost in lust and having explicit sex with my fingers and her body if that was at all possible.
I will never forget this – She spoke and broke my lust filled trance of sex with her intimate space. She said as she looked at me with a growing grin "I have told you numerous times before that I don't really like you wearing that type of swimsuit, to much of you shows." Her eyes shifted to my groin and I could feel their stare boring into my swimsuit. "Besides... (as she deliberately focuses all her attention at my crotch) it looks mighty uncomfortable... not to mention the fact that your showing off… and… Uh… humm… you're hanging out as well... take a look for yourself, your disgusting." With that, she taps the underside of my balls with her foot to make her point known where the hell I should be looking.
I’ll tell you right now, she knew exactly what she was doing and I played right into it. I followed her gaze and for the first time I saw, to my extreme embarrassment and humiliation, the entire head of my cock pushed out past the waistband of the Speedo. Actually it was worse than that. It wasn’t just my mushroom gland exposed but about two inches of the shaft below the head as well. And there was no doubt that I was excited. The gland was almost purple, bloated to it’s limits with the skin taunt, stretched to the point that there was no surface detail any more, just a shiny wet reflective surface that looked like it was going to burst at any moment. My shaft was beat red too; the veins were full, dark, and tense. The entire structure looking like it was going to blow soon. My shaft looked like it was about 1000 degrees, red hot.
I couldn’t take my eyes off how all the veins where showing in all their detail, they were so apparent. I have always like my veins of my penis. I think they give my shaft character and in a way symbolize the power that lies within it. But the detail I was seeing was grossly exaggerated to the point that even the material of the suit from the waste band to my balls might as well have not been there. It might as well have been a tatoo on my cock with me completely naked.
The suit appeared to be air brushed on. The Speedo took on the appearance of wet shiny paint on the surface of my sex. It wasn’t until then, seeing how desperate my sex looked that I realize how hot it felt to my own skin. It was actually burning my abdomen. I knew I was excited, but I had assumed that I was concealed and all contained with in the Speedo.
I can’t describe how exposed I felt and how close I was to blow my top and cumming at that point from the humiliation. There was even a trail of clear pre-cum leaking out of the eye of my gland making a sticky mess as it made its way down my shaft and down the front of my suit.
I was really feeling the anxiety welling up within me of embarrassment now. My mind just keep pondering over how long had she been looking at me like this and not saying a word. It had to be at least the entire time she was on her back watching me and teasing me along. She really had me in a predicament.
I think she might know about my little secret of being slightly a bit of an exhibitionist. Enjoying the little attention I get thinking some women might be getting a thrill look at my package. But for me that is when I am in the relax state hidden behind a Speedo. This on the other hand was way outside of my comfort zone.
My anxiety just kept feeding on itself. I was getting tunnel vision and a feeling that the world was collapsing around me. All I could see was my hot, pulsating, sticky, beat red cock, drooling. My embarrassment level was increasing exponentially as I sat there staring at my cock while more and more of it continued to show, definitely more than I ever wanted to show.
My wife broke into my mental lock and said, "I see by your COCK that you’re enjoying this." She never uses the word COCK because it is vulgar to her and it was a dagger driving to my soul hearing it. I looked up to her face again and I was to dumbfounded to reply. Then she added with a grin, "GOOD!", “Now that I have your attention, Sweetie, you can finish with my tummy and chest please,"
Her voice was now in command, there was a hint of mischief in tone along with her smirk but like a robot I followed her command. Damn it, I was having a tough enough time dealing with my senses. I keep feeling like I was going to explode at any second for all to see and now she wanted more of her lotion-ed up.
She just laid there with her grin, eyes transfixed on my cock the entire time. I felt like I could read her mind, she was just waiting for me to degrade myself to the point of an uncontrolled orgasm and she wasn't going to miss it if it happened.
I began to wonder if she knew how close to an uncontrolled boiling point I was. I couldn’t believe how really turned on I was with the whole situation, the exposure, her sexy body, and her selfish attention to my cock. She doesn’t ever give me attention like this. I was pretty much at a point oblivious of the others on the beach. All I could see was me reduced to just this huge penis pulsating with hands, no body anymore, mauling her breast with frustrated lust as I apply the last of the oil to her chest.
Finally, as my cock throbs and bobs harder and harder with every pulse of my heart she has had enough or thought I had, and laughs. Using her bare foot on my cock, she pushes me away as you would push a away nosy and tells me I better lay down on my stomach and cool off before I embarrass myself any further by popping off for the beach crowd.
I guess little did she know, that simple little push back with her foot was all that was required to start the uncontrolled trigger of an unstoppable climax which is exactly what she stated moments before to watch out for, “popping off for the crowd.”
The contact of her foot was like a branding iron to my cock flesh and instantly triggered the first pulse of an ache in my balls that was so deep that began the uncontrollable climax I knew she was looking for a moment ago. I was so close as it was that if she would have let me continue the rub down few seconds longer she would have had me by the balls popping off uncontrollably for all of the beach crowd see without any assistance.
I could not believe that I was brought to this point, cumming on the beach in broad daylight with a bunch of people around. I knew that I was dealing with a seriously sensitive hair trigger but couldn’t believe that is all it took to for my body to betray me, for me to loose control of its actions and for it to humiliate me like that.
Before I could even begin to move for my side of the blanket the first geyser of cum came shooting out. The convulsion locked my muscles making it impossible to control my motions to get to my side of the blanket.
My abdomen was bucking with the climax as I trying to steady myself. The first shot came ripping out and clung to my chest and dripped from my nipple.
As I started to fall for the blanket the second convulsion caused me to look down at my angry red shaft and the second burst of cum came jetting out into my face. It was hot and tacky as I fell to the blanket face down grinding my groin for all it was worth into the sand below.
I was besides myself feeling like everyone on the beach had stopped what he or she were doing and were mocking me and laughing at my weakness. As I finished grinding myself into the sand like a pathetic dog - my wife said, "Look at you… You’re so easy to manipulate and control.” Then she leaned in real close to my ear while putting her hand on my ass so her fingers could curl into that area behind my balls were the shaft enters the body so she could feel the last of my convulsions and tremors. “I know you liked that, did you?" She said in a breathy whisper as she gave my shaft a final squeeze in that area with her fingertips to accent her point.
With a humbling and self realizing look I turned to her with cum streaked across my cheek and dripping off my eyebrow and lightly nod my head that she was right. I said very quietly so no one else would here, “yes, I guess I did” She just laughed and withdrew her hand slowly while stating that I am so weird.
I never did look up to see if anyone noticed or not. But then again I didn’t really want to know either.
That night she and I fucked like animals. We are much older now and while I have continuing yearnings of female dominance she has never played that role again. I still look back to our earlier days and wish she was still as loose and carefree as she was back then. She has grown up too much and has either forgotten or restrains the unbridled passion she had back then.
Hopefully you enjoyed this. I would entertain any comments you have even if it is just to chat.
The End.
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Story: Fantasy of Sucking Reality
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Posted:Feb 20, 2020 9:03 pm
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Fantasy of Sucking Reality
I think this comes from wanting oral sex for so long, (30+ years). The wife is not into oral giving or receiving. 
This is my fantasy that plays in my head late at night while lying beside my wife...
My wife and I are making out in bed like a couple of teens. You remember those days, lots of petting, talking and just plan curious touching. Well one thing leads to another and I begin to bring up the topic of oral sex in our conversation. This is a topic that is on my mind all the time and never on hers. This is something that gets brought up once in a while with a one sided interest. Needless to say I am the one interested and she is not. That is the way it is, and has been, for all the years of our marriage. Unfortunately the feelings for oral sex has never regressed in my mind. If anything it only grew into a secret obsession.
My wife never says no to oral. She usually just ignores the questions and rubs me the right way to take my mind of the topic. This time she is rubbing me just right, and more than usual. Normally she likes to get me worked up and this gets her worked up, then she likes to jump right into intercourse which is usually too soon for me. I like to make it last, enjoy the experience of the body in desire. Her body runs rampant and desires it within, that is, desiring my manhood within.
Tonight seems a little different. My wife seems to be taking her time tonight. She seems to be really spending a lot of attention on me, what I desire, and quickly is getting me worked up. She normally likes to lays next to me, resting her head on my shoulder while stroking my penis. She likes to watch my reactions as the sexual energy that is pent up within me rises to the surface of my soul. But tonight she does not stay in the normal place at my side. She is more focused in her actions, more like she has premeditated plan for tonight. Much more serious than the usual romp in the night we have when the warm winds of summer are whispering in through our windows gently caressing our skin, lifting and floating the window sheers like auroras of Northern Lights.
My wife has slowly moved her way downward. She has glided her way down between my legs, almost with out my knowledge. I am somewhat in a haze with her special attention tonight. It is a very selfish and self-centered basking of the experience I am receiving tonight. I just happen to take notice that she is between my legs. With my mind drifting lazily I thought, "hey, to night might be the night I get lucky". Her hand is having the desired effect on me and she can tell that I am starting the climb the side of "Mt. Frenzy," as I call it, the point of no return.
She looks looks at me and sees me looking at her, somewhat questionable somewhat in wonderment. A very sexy but wicked smile comes across her face, a look of major mischief.
She says, "mmmm, I bet this feels good". I can only nod. She then says "I can make it better". I about explode with the thoughts of further possibilities. She then says, "why don't you pull your legs up toward your chest so I can reach your testicles better." who am I to argue with this goddess? I feel like a getting its belly rubbed. I am willing to sprawl it all out for her. She ever so gently begins to massage my sensitive testicles. My ol' fever meter just jumped another notch if that was at all possible.
My wife strokes me a few more times and then says, You know maybe if you could just raise your rear end up a bit more I can get a closer look at what I am doing. "I know," she says, "drop your knees if you can, back by your head like we did when we were doing backward somersaults." I have not done this in years but I was not going to let that stop me. I felt like I was out of control of my own body and I relaxed and rolled my legs further back, and without thinking about it, allowed my knees to rest comfortable on the bed again. This did give the desired effect. My manhood was really close to her face now. Just seeing this excited me beyond words. It was like a far off dream that I never would have thought would come true. "Oh much better" she says. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft. It was like every breath was on fire and burning me into submission.
"Oh man! You feel like your cock is on fire!" she says looking down on me between my legs. That is the first time I noticed that she was now looking down at me. It had an eerie feel to it, but at the same time a feeling that was unexplainable was tingling in my balls. I also noticed that I had a very unobstructed view of her endeavors.
She had been ministering her sexual energies and it was quickly pushing me up that mountain edge. Mt. Frenzy's summit was clearly in view. I was starting to sweat and pant like a or something. Then she asked me something. I was in such a fog I could not understand. I had to really try to focus, "what?.... huh?". In a very confused, breathy way I finally got that message out.
My wife was pulling my penis back between my legs, against its normal resistance, raising it like a flagpole as if she wanted to look directly down into it from her position. "I said I bet you would like a blow job." I thought, "Am I hearing her right?" I could not believe my ears. That couldn't be what she said, could it? She just smiled and looked at me, watching me and enjoying my state of confusion. "Well, do you?" My mind was screaming Yes, YES! But all I could do was show a simple nod of my head, my face still riddled with confusion.
"Hmmmm, I thought so" is all she said as she lowered her head and opened her lips to breathe a very hot sexy breath on my gland. She smiled as she teased me knowing darn well that I was in a state that I would do anything for this. I have been talking about wanting a blow job for better than ten years and she was going to play it up for every cent it was worth.
I was so hot, so hard, and I could swear my penis had grown even larger than it usually was. I know for a fact that I don't ever remember seeing it that deep of a red before. The gland itself appeared to be stretched to its limits. The skin was so tight it was reflecting what little light there was in the room. To my dismay, she allowed my shaft to spring back toward me, with a loud slap sounding as it bounced off my chest. I also noticed for the first time the pre-cum at the eyelet. It is something I always hear about, but never really checked it out or noticed before. But tonight there it was, staring me in the face, within inches, coating the gland in a shinny Karol syrup sort of way. She had a good grip on my penis as she bent down and touched the tip of her tongue to my testicles. My penis twitched and I almost lost it. I had climbed the mountain and I was standing at the summit, "I just damn near fall off." I had worked this hard to get here I wanted to try to stay on the summit if I could. I was going nuts!
My wife could tell I have hit the summit and could see the struggle I am having within. She asks one more time, "Now, you're sure you want this blow job?" I nod my head quickly with fast small nods; you know the type that say "yeah, yeah give me it now." She gets this Mr. Grinch smile which slow spreads wide and says, "I knew you would".
That is all the invite she needed. My wife's beautiful hands, with their enticing long fingernails, begin to pump my penis once more. My brain is on over load trying to hold out for the blow job. If she keeps this up I am going to loose it before I get what I was waiting so desperately for.
I can feel the heat of my wife's small perky breast flesh scorch my skin as she leans into me, pressing them and her body weight into my backside, and rolls my fanny toward my chest. This gives her results she desires and a major look of panic from me. My cock head nudges my lips. I'm lost in my thoughts. My mind is scrambling in a state of panic. My body is betraying me and I am quickly loosing control, I feel myself falling off the summit, the side of no return. I am trying to grab hold of the ledge but I can't. I'm trying to regain control, trying to understand what is happening, what is going on, but I am losing the battle. I look up at her with pathetic eyes. Up this barrel of flesh, my penis, to my wife's lustful eyes and mischief smirk. Submitting to the fact that she has broken through my defenses, victoriously, and I have been tricked, I have failed, I have been defeated.
She see me looking at her, pleading with her with my eyes and says, "you wanted a blowjob.... well here you go". With that, she reaches her other hand up to my testicles circling her fingers around them between the testes and my shaft and squeezes her fingers shut. This draws my testes into the cup of her hand pulling them taunt and away. Then she gives them a good tight squeeze. An involuntary rush of air escapes from my lips as I feel the ache in my balls. And this is all that she needed to shove me over the edge. My wife takes this opportune moment and presses her all her weight into me. Without my knowledge until it is too late, this simple little move presses my gland between my lips and into my mouth and I am getting and receiving my first blow job of my life! I am fucked!
My body betrays me and I feel the muscles in my groin begin to pulsate. The reality of the world fades out as the darkness of my fate sinks in. My entire universe is within an inch of my nose. From my balls trapped in a very firm hand to the throbbing in my shaft. The seconds seem to crawl in slow motion as I feel the throb... throb... throb... growth of my member and that of a pending orgasmic bliss. I look up. And there is my wife, panting like a lion that has caught her pry. Her eyes are glassy and sparkling. What is worst, I feel through the heat, sweat, and vibration of her body that she is getting off on this in a major way pushing and shoving her body into mine. Humping me with her chest sawing my cock in and out of my own fuckin orifice as if it was her own doing this.
Just then there is gut wrenching convulsion within me, an implosion, that snaps me back to reality. At that moment my gland feels like it has expanded twice its size and is going to dislocate my jaw. Then a blinding jet of cum blasts out of my cock straight to the back of my throat, gagging me. I am in a total state of panic. Before I can respond a second jet of incredibly hot sticky salty white goo comes out this time over filling the cavity of my mouth. And my wife is leaning into me for all she is worth, Trying to bury my cock to my balls. My body is convulsing and bucking so hard that I nearly knock her off. She tries to ride me out like a bronco but one good buck throws her off and dislodges my member. The remainder of cum keeps cumming, roping across my face. I could not believe the amount discharging from me. Never in my life have I pump out so much cum in one orgasm. I was beginning to think it was never going to stop. Every ejection seemed like it was a rope tied somewhere deep within me and was being whipped out of me dragging my inside out, like it was trying to pulls my nuts out through my penis.
Finally things seem to slowing down, my breathing ragged, but slowing. My wife was calming down too. She finally relaxed her hold on me and allowed me to lower my legs to the mattress once more.
I can't describe how much I felt like such a slut at that moment. Cum is oozing from my mouth and it is everywhere, dripping off my face, my eyes lashes, my nose, across one cheek and in my hair. My wife looks down at me in a very dominating way and says, "swallow it, I hear it has lots of protein in it" (that is what I was always tell her, trying to add logic to get her interested in giving a blow job). I had to stop and think. I did not even think about the fact that I had cum in my mouth or that I might have swallowed it already. After considering her words and dwelling on it some more... I felt my balls tighten in submission once more and I swallowed.
She looked at me very pleased and said, "You are such a slut! And from now on, you are my slut you cock sucking " as she chuckled gripping my balls and deflating cock in her hand squeezing them to accent the point.
I am thankful that this it is only a fantasy! ... or am I?
Comments are always welcome.
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Story: My First
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Posted:Oct 30, 2018 6:15 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2020 9:56 pm
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This is what my mind was like when I was 13 . It was a situation and the fantasy I had at that time. It was also my first experience with multiple orgasms. The first of many I found out later in life. Hope you enjoy.
MY FIRST
By BoundBalls
I can still remember being 13 and in my room alone in the house teasing myself after a long day of swimming with a bunch of girls my age. I was thinking about one girl especially. She was my neighbor and was a few older (18+ I think). She was wearing her older sister's bathing suit. Why I don't know, I guess because she figured it looked good on her. But anyway, the top was probably two cup sizes to big for her and with the suit being wet it seemed to stretch out even more. This allowed me many glimpses through out the day of her wonderfully youthful breast, beautiful perky cones with goose bumps. It was tough to conceal at times the arousing effect it was having on me.
It was one of those hot summer days and as usual we were in the pool. The game was water tag and when I was "it" I would chase her, my neighbor, around the pool until I found a rather convenient inconspicuous time that I could reach out and accidentally tag one of those cloth-covered mounds of flesh. "Man" that was the greatest feeling; they were soft and firm at the same time. Sometimes she would think it wasn't an accident and get a little miffed, but what can I say, I was a 13 year old boy at the time.
Anyway, Later in the day the tension in my groin was just to much thinking about her and those beautiful perky breast. I decided to call it quits in the pool and head into my house. I was back in my room in a flash with my swim shorts around my ankles playing with myself and thinking about her.
I began to fantasize about her, about her coming over with her friends looking to see where I went, and finally finding me hiding in my room stroking myself. I would hear someone giggling and I turn around to find my neighbor and a couple of her girl friends from the pool watching me from my doorway. I would be frozen stiff in my fantasy with embarrassment being caught with my penis still in my hand.
"Go on don't let us interrupt you", she would say. They would start to tease me making rude comments about my actions, my private’s, and threatening to tell my mom if I didn't do just what they say. I just sat there the whole time shocked, with mouth hanging open, caught like a animal in the head lights.
My fantasy would continue with them, really my neighbor (the ring leader at this point, the others were just curious to watch my pre-dick-a-ment) telling me to remove my swimsuit the rest of the way and throw it on the floor by their feet. In my fantasy my heart was pound through my chest. My mind was drastically thinking how to get out of this. The only way out would be through the doorway meaning through them and I had no chance of that with my shorts around my ankles. And I could not forget the fact that they knew what I was doing and threaten to tell my mom. If I knew anything at all I knew that she would not hesitate to tattle on me, for she had done it numerous times before.
So finally in my fantasy I would come to grips with the situation and do as I was told and slowly stepped out my shorts off and tossed them to the floor at one of her friend's feet. My neighbor bent down and picked them up and laughed. "Sucker!" she said as she gave them to one of the girls and told her to pitch the shorts outside somewhere. I felt like crying.
I was then told to kneel on the floor and lean back until the back of my head touched the floor. I was almost crying with embarrassment, but I got on my knees and slowly try to lean back lowering myself to the floor. This was not easy to do and I found my body was stiff, definitely in a state of stress, as the back of my head rested on the floor.
I quickly found that this had two benefits, and neither of them where mine. One, while lying in this position I was unable to move quickly. Essentially I would have to raise my upper body off the floor to get out of this position and a simple hand with any downward force could prevent me from doing so. The second, and the most frightful, was that this would give them unobstructed view and access to my boyhood. Outside of my fantasy, I was doing the same thing in the physical world that imaginative mind was telling me. I had myself lying on the floor with my legs fold under me and I was bent back until my head was resting on the floor. I could feel stretch in by abdomen and the pain my body was going through to endure this position.
The girls turned and whispered to themselves. I was unable to make anything out what they were talking about. Every few seconds one of them or all of them would stop and look at me and then giggle. Finally they broke their huddle and my neighbor, Jill, said for me to spread my knees, when I hesitated she asked, "Should I get your mom". "No" I shot back. I did so as instructed. One of the girls said "yeah you can see more that way. "Ok , spread them more" Jill commanded. I tried to get my knees to spread more but they did not seem to move. She said, "come on we want more, show us more or we'll tell". I tried but my knees wouldn't move. Jill huffed and winked at the others and walked into my room and kicked my knees out farther. "Like this you weenie!" and proceeded to force my knees out twice the distance. I was completely exposed now. My adolescent penis and balls hung freely between my legs. Not to mention my stiffness had subsided from the fear of the situation.
I heard one of the girls whisper "make him hard again". Jill giggled and turned to me and said, "that is not how we found you, we want to see your woody". "What!" was about all I could say and she said "you know come on make it hard". "Rub it like you were when we caught you", giggling she added "red handed". I reached down and shyly began to manipulate my penis until it started to have life of it's own. "Harder" was the only comment Jill had and so I pulled roughly on penis and balls. In no time my penis was hard for all of them to see.
Of course outside of the fantasy, in the real world, it has been rock hard the entire time. My balls were tight to my groin and the skin clammy from being in the cold water all day. And I pictured that the same was true for them to see. I was getting caught up in the excitement and having a tough time telling fantasy from reality.
Then Jill commanded for me to pull my penis hard to one side. I did, then the other. Then one of the girls excitedly came out of her shell and snapped "SLAP IT!" and I did. I was getting very aroused from it all and was less and less hesitant on my part. I was becoming their slave, being driven by desire deep inside me and was doing what they wanted with out thinking of the consequences. I slapped it. My penis sprang around back and forth waging like a happy puppy. "NO, HARDER" Jill said. I did it again and the shock went through me, and my penis angrily bobbled around. Then all of the sudden my penis stung like a fierce slap to the face. My mind exploded with an after shock and I grimaced. Like that Jill said as as she slapped the hell out of my cock as she turned to the others and smirked. Check this out and she blasted it with her hand again just as my senses realized it was not my hand that caused the pain.
My penis hardened another few points when I realized that she had touched me. Up to this point I was touching myself. This was the first time a girl, a female, had ever touched me. The girls then encircled me and I was a goner. As soon as one got her hands on me the others figured it was safe to touch too. They did all sorts of experimenting. They would give my penis a few good slaps. Squeeze my penis and comment on how hot and hard it was. Then one was pulling on the shaft and skin as hard as she could, "check this out" she said to the others. One was feeling my balls then felt like she was squeezing the juice out of them. I had to cry uncle a few times for her. Essentially I was fucked. I just had to lay there. Anytime I would try to get up one of the girls would hold me down with very little effort because of the position I was in. I felt my penis being bent back like a spring against its resistance bending it down between my legs until it touched the floor. Then Jill said "watch this" as she let her fingers slipped off the head and my penis letting my penis come rushing back to its natural position. There was a loud SMACK! And within microseconds a stinging sensation started at the head of my penis and my belly as my penis impacted my stomach with a force of a good hard hand slap. The girls were all excited with this new discovery and each had to try their hand at the game to see who could get me to jump the most and make the loudest slap.
Of course I am laying in my room alone in reality pulling my penis hard to one side then the other like a damn gearshift lever. I'd give it a good slap or two knocking it back and forth a few times. Then I'd grab it hard, as hard as I could, and jerk it. Then I would push it down between my legs and towards the floor against all the resistance it would give me and let it go so it would swing up and whip me fiercely on the belly. And so forth and so on I went. A regular masturbation frenzy. A self-serving pain I was. To this day I still love the pain my penis gives me when it whips me on the stomach. Sometimes from bending it back and letting it fly or just swinging it hard between the legs like a dry hump with inertia doing the work and slapping the gland against my stomach with ten times the force I get with its own springiness, impacting about once per second that keeps recurring until I stop.
Anyway, back in the fantasy the girls grow tired of this and told me to flip over onto my belly. I do this in my reality and continue on in the fantasy. My penis is hard and trapped beneath me now. The carpet in my room is this rough short ply carpeting that feels like a stiff hairbrush. Not to mention that my penis is extra sensitive due to all the manipulation it as been receiving. It is so red and hard at this time I think there is an extra quart of blood in it.
My neighbor, Jill, walks across the room and sits down on the floor facing me Indian style. She says since you seem so interested in my breast at the pool I think maybe I'll let see them. But first I want you to crawl over here closer so you can see them better. thinking to myself that doesn’t sound to difficult. Just as I start to pick myself up off the floor to get on my hands and knees she says "No wait!" I want you to slither over here like a snake. The girls all break out giggling. "Yeah like a snake" another one adds and a foot kicks my arms out from under me and down I go. I start to slither. "NO! NO!" one of the girls says. "You have to be all the way down to be a snake" and she takes her foot and drops it down on my butt and presses down until I flat on the floor to get the point home.
I I collapse on the floor back down on my belly, my legs out behind me and my arms out to the side. My chest is resting on the floor as well as my belly and my stiff "woody", as Jill called it, is trapped beneath me once more. Jill opens up her legs into a "V" and leans forward as to whisper something to me. As she does this her top falls away from her flesh and in my fantasy I can make out her goose bumped pillow like breast flesh. They do get my heart racing, just drives me wild. She whispers, "Maybe if you are really good I might let you kiss one". "You would like that wouldn't you". My mouth was getting dry with the though of that possibility. I didn't get to thinking about touching them at this point let alone kissing them. I was just dealing with the fact that there was a possibility to see them. At this point in the fantasy I willing to do anything. I was a animal in heat blindly going where ever they wanted to take me.
All you have to do is slither over here she winked. So with lust driving me, I started again. This time slithering my way "like a snake". I got a few feet and I stopped again. "No legs" Jill commands as she backs away from me further. The other girls chime in with an added command that my legs have to be straight out behind me in a "V" so they can see my balls dragging on the carpet better. Jill then adds that I also to raise my chest off the floor like a push-up but my penis and balls can not leave the floor. I so horny from the rough treatment already I do what ever they say, and begin to slither across my carpet some more with my new constraints, looking more like a wallowing seal then a snake now.
The sensation was too intense. Not to mention the rug burn I was getting from my penis being scuffed across the carpet. In my real world I quickly learned how much pleasure the rug burn gives me and I wanted more.
I pressed on across the room. The farther I went the hotter I got. In my mind I could see her pink aureoles and conical nipples back in the shadows of her halter-top. I had to see more. I pressed on. The hotter I got the harder I was pressing into the carpet as I journey across my room. The room seemed to have infinite length. I was pressing so hard my penis was inflamed, raw and sore. The friction with the carpet was forcing my penis grind and roll around underneath me, passing my hip and bending beneath me toward my legs. Hard as a rock as it was it was still being driven to my knees, I didn't care, I pressed on now dragging my penis behind me.
In reality as well as my fantasy my penis was pointing straight back now. Straight in alignment with my legs but pointing the wrong way and hurt like heck. It had rolled around so that the natural curvature of the shaft and its resistance to being bent backwards was digging the crown of the head into the carpet ply as I slid long with a force of what felt like a 1000 pound spring.
Then it happened. I had my first orgasm ever. The throbbing startled me as it took me over. I thought something was wrong. This never happened before when I had masturbated in the past. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It felt like someone was grabbing deep in my flesh between my legs and rhythmically squeezing me to unconsciousness. At the age of 13 there wasn't any fluid yet, it was a dry orgasm. In the real world of reality I was laying there in the buff (anyone could have walk in and I would not have known or cared) for what seemed like minutes taking it all in, enjoying my new found pleasure and wondering if broke something and if I should stop.
But my fantasy kicked in again and drove me onward. "Who said you could stop!" It was Jill again drawing me out of my first drunken state of an orgasm. "Come on, don't you want to kiss my breast?" I started again to slither across my room and again BAAMMM another orgasm, more throbbing and uncontrollable feelings. I found myself rocking forward and backward in small involuntary movements grinding my penis into the carpet as another orgasm sweep over me. When it subsided I tried to continue again. Just then in my fantasy one of the girls dropped on my back and forced me to give her a ride as I slither on. You know I never seemed to gain any ground getting me closer to my prize.
Well in the reality of it all I hit four orgasms just sliding across my bedroom floor. Needless to say I never did get to kiss those breast. Truthfully, I never did get to really experience a real breast until I was 21. Other than the days of water tag it was not until I started dating my wife sometime later that I got the chance one night on a couch, with John Carson on in the background, to sneak a hand up inside a blouse under the bra and feel the most wonderful thing one can feel for the first time, the softness of a women's breast.
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Is hairless balls and cock with a tuff of hair on top Sexy?
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Posted:Jan 9, 2018 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2020 9:16 pm
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OK. I have a question. I have not had many sex partners in life, actually I have only had one in my life and she has been in my life for 30 some years. Even though we have been married for a very long time she never has been open about sexual conversations. I have a question am curious to hear from you all your opinion.
I do not like the look of hair balls and cock on me and I do not like how I feel with hairy balls and cock. When hairy I feel grubby. The hairs get pulled by underwear. They get matted by sweat. They just looks messy and I feel gross.
I like to leave a patch of hair above the cock and be hairless every where else. I shaved it off for a while but then it would get stubble. So now I pluck the hairs out. Other then all the work with plucking I love how smooth the skin feels. It feels sexy, I feel sexy, I feel young and attractive. The plucking also makes it last for weeks before it starts to grow back. There is even a little perverse feeling of feeling submissive with bald balls and cock and that I am doing this to myself, but I also get a strong of sense of male awareness about myself as well, it looks strong and powerful. There is even a really strong submissive feeling knowing that I have done it long enough that hair does not grow back on my pelvic area anymore and has permanently made my small tuff of hair over my cock standout and permanent.
My wife has a different opinion but not much of one. She says she didn't like it. I asked why and there was no real discussion or comment. when pushed she said she didn't like when there was stubble. Since plucking she has never said if she likes it more or less or not at all. And just avoids the question if I hint about it. I have let it grow out and she says nothing, a I trim it and pluck it and she has no comments.
I would greatly appreciate comment.s. Let me know if your male or female and why you like or dislike bald balls and cock but leaving a tuff odf hair above the cock.
I have written this up for a poll as well so forgive me in advance if you see it there too.
Thanks.
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Posted:Dec 19, 2017 9:43 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2020 12:44 pm
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Hello to all and all are welcome.
I am a open and honest person and will enjoy having an honest and meaningful conversation with you. Please feel free to approach an subject with me and I will try to give my heart felt opinion. The only people I do not tolerate and will not waste my time with replying too are folks that are rude and insensitive. (With that said there is a difference with playful insensitivity in a role of role play verse one that is just truly insensitive to others)
Let's chat and see where this blog rolls. This is my first attempt with a blog and I am curious how things go.
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