Recently my wife suggested I take off all my clothes, and just lounge around the house naked.
The comment came when I complained about how high the temperatures have been getting here in Southern California. I’m not sure she has ever suggested I go naked, since she’s always been the one to think it was silly or embarrassing. But then, it goes to show how much she has gotten used to me.

I haven’t been going naked in the house much, mainly because I’m often finding myself needing to go outside, or we get people knocking on our door. Since we live in a house in the suburbs, there are plenty of kids around the neighborhood, and I just can’t risk being seen naked by one of them, and having the news spread to all the parents nearby.

But when we lived in a condominium complex, I probably spent more time naked than clothed. The only time I wore clothes was at work, or when driving someplace in the car. Otherwise, at home I was always naked, and mostly walked naked outside at night. I’d spend the entire weekends naked, from the time I got back home from work on Friday, to when I had to return Monday morning. … more at Lonely Weenie: Naked Around the House

A masturbator said:

I knew a lady who was a recently divorced mother of 3. She was my neighbor, my part time secretary and my wifes best friend. As her June birthday approached I asked what she wanted for a present. One day upon leaving the office she left a catalog on my desk with a page marked for the present she wanted. It was a vibrator………..sort of like a baton with a round foam head on it. They are seen on many porn sites. I got her one and found myself very turned on watching her open it. She was very red with embarrassment. Being a chronis masturbator myself I was suddenly very attracted to this lady knowing that she enjoyed getting herself off too.

All summer long I made small comments when ever we had electrical problems from thunder storms telling her she was the cause of our lights dimming the night before etc. As my end of summer birthday approached she asked me what I wanted for a b’day gift. I jokingly said I would enjoy a demonstration of HER present in use. My birthday was still a few days off when she came to work and said she had my present. When I unwrapped it , it turned out to be her vibrator. I looked at her and she was as red as a beet. I was going to get my demo. She said she needed my chair. As I got up she removed her shorts and top. As she was not wearing panties or bra she was instantly naked. I was playing with myself through my shorts. She sat in my chair………..propped up her feet and spread her legs and started working out on the vibe !!! Her face was still bright red.

I yanked down my shorts and stroked as we made and held eye contact. In no time I stepped forward and came all over her which seemed to make her cum also. The wet spot on my chair was a foot in diameter. She quickly dressed right over top of her dripping pussy and all of my cum. She ran out the door and left me standing there bare ass with a dripping dick in my hand. Once the realization of what just happened sank in I proceeded to jerk off again. The following week I had to assure her over and over again that I did not think bad of her for what we did. I asked her would she do it again and she said maybe…….as she was very turned on by having me watch her. I then asked her if I could do it in front of her again and she said for sure. In no time I was naked and stroking for her. I came all over myself and she brought me tissues to clean myself up. This was the beginning of a 5 year thing. She would get off in front of me maybe every 2 weeks or so.

I on the other hand got off in front of her maybe 3 times a week. I had to ask her permission first. Sometimes she just watched. She would get naked if I requested it. Looking at her bare pussy or asshole would get me off in no time. I was also allowed to cum on her but only if I asked first. There was nothing romantic about this. We were just 2 good friends that liked to see and be seen. In the five years we only had oral contact maybe 7 or 8 times and intercourse maybe 3 or 4 times. We visually knew each others naked bodies like the back of our own hands.

After we moved apart I found my addiction was heavier than ever. I had to find someone to jerk off in front of. If I have trouble hooking up with a lady I can also enjoy j/o ing with or for a guy. I especially enjoy being totally naked and being watched by dressed people. It is so very nice to hear every one else in this group relate experiences. Think if we could all get together for an edging circle jerk!!!!!

a story from http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ClothedFemale_NakedMale/

I remember when I was a young buff teenager wearing a Speedo.
I was on a family vacation in San Diego (late 70’s).

One day I was out exploring after an early breakfast. The area we stayed didn’t have many kids let alone teenagers, so it was kinda quiet. I did a lot of exploring with my camera in hand. In those days my fetish to have a lady see me naked and excited was only blossoming. Anyway I spotted a couple of “older” ladies lounging by the pool of the hotel/condo beside the one I was staying at. There was no one else there and I suddenly became quite excited at the idea I could parade around in front of them wearing my wet Speedo, being on display, while I pretended to enjoy some swimming.

I rushed back to my room and changed from my shorts to my tiny blue Speedo and with a towel in hand raced back to the nieghbouring pool. It is a while back now, so I can’t remember all the details buy I do recall they were glancing my way as they chatted.

I set up on a cot with about a dozen others and the gated entrance between us. I dove in and swam around first. I would always get out of the pool all soaking wet facing them in their line of sight. As I got more excited I remember just hanging in the water against the pool wall, basically pointed in their direction and I played and caressed myself underwater until my member was straining against the fabric. I then slowly got out so they had lots of time to check out my erect excitement straining against my Speedo.

I know this is wrong and I would never do this now, but I was young and horny all the time. I lay down on the cot to suntan, with the two ladies still chatting, not too far away, maybe about a dozen cots. I lay on my stomach and then started to touch myself again, this time my hands reaching under the cot to rub myself from the outside. Soon enough though I was really turned on and being young and stupid pulled my penis through the webs of the cot and went ahead and started milking my exposed hard on.
I don’t think the ladies had a clear view, but they may have guessed what I was doing by my odd behaviour. Eventually I came to my senses, but not before I actually did, cum. I sorta cleaned up, pulled my Speedo back on in the front and left the pool area. On my way out I had to walk past them and they both looked up with their sunglasses on and smiled at me. In my fantasies they saw what I was up to, but I’ll never knew for sure.

That was it, no words spoken. Very exciting, but very criminally dangerous. I have since learned, that kind of behaviour is not acceptable and in most situations is offensive. Nowadays I’m only available to be naked at YOUR request. I hope I didn’t offend anyone with my story. We learn from our experiences and that was definitely one to learn from.

Peter

Guided Masturbation Stories

My Sister and Her Friend

I clearly remember the first time I masturbated. I was on an outing with my family at a lake in the northeast US. I was 10 or 11 at the time and my sister, Karen, was 16. Initially I was very upset that my friend could not come along. After all, Karen had her friend along and I was all alone. I guess I whined enough that my mother instructed my sister to let me tag along with them during the day. Karen, as i said, was 16 and blonde. I had noticed that she was the center of attention of my friends and I always liked to look at her. Her friend, Denise, had black hair and hug knockers.

All day long I noticed them laughing and giggling and whispering at each other. I did not think much about it (girls always did stupid stuff like that) except I got the weird feeling they were giggling about me. Denise especially kept on looking at me when I was in the water. I sort of liked it and sort of thought it was spooky. Anyway, after a day of picnic and swimming and boating in the lake my Karen and Denise decided to take a walk in the woods. I begged to go on the walk (anything than being with the grownups - how boring!)and whined enough that they finally consented.

We walked into the woods and up a slight hill for 30 minutes or so. Karen and Denise in front and me trying to keep up. As soon as we were out of earshot of my parents Karen started ordering me about (’You are too slow, Hurry up’, etc.) She started calling me a little wienie. Denise kept on looking at me and wanting to walk behind me on the trail. It didn’t take long before she was bossing me about too and making fun of me. Both of them were. When they did that it made me nervous but it excited me at the same time.

Finally we reached an open meadow and field that was planted in short grass. We walked out of the woods into the late afternoon sunlight. As we walked on we found an outhouse and Karen said she had to pee. I did too and was sorely tempted to hold my dick but Denise was there and I would have been embarrassed to do so. So Denise and I waited outside while Karen. All of a sudden Denise smiled at me and looked like she wanted to say something to me. Right then Karen emerged and Denise insisted that it was my turn. I was glad that it was and I went in and pulled my zipper down and took my dick out and peed and it felt REALLY good. As I was peeing I happened to glance over to my right and I saw an eye staring at me through a knot hole in the wood. It was Denise!!

I was shocked but very excited by being spied upon. I was visibly shaking as I came out of the outhouse, not knowing what to do or say. I looked at Karen and Denise but neither of them said a word as we walked on towards the woods. I wanted to say SOMETHING about what had happened when Karen suddenly stopped and turned and looked at me and said “Now listen you little worm, you will do exactly as I tell you to do and you want tell anyone”. She had such fire in her eyes and I had never seen her so determined. All I could do was stumble for words when suddenly Denise came up between Karen and I and said “No One!” as her hand went to my crotch. I moved back, shocked and confused by what happened. Karen reappeared in front of Denise and grabbed my belt. She held me as Denise pulled my hands behind my back. My heart was pounding so hard and fast that what was happening was like a dream. Karen then looked me in the eye and said “You will do what I say you little worm or I will tell Mom and Dad that you masturbate” I wasn’t really sure what “masturbate” was but i knew it was bad.

Then something happened that I will never forget. Karen unbuckled my pants and, before I knew it, pulled them down to the ground. I looked down and was amazed. She grabbed my cock and it started to get hard. i felt light headed as the blood rushed to my rising cock. Karen moved back momentarily and said “Shit” as they both stared at my rock hard cock, right therein front of them. “Fuck, its so big” I heard Denise say. I had never heard either of them talk this way before and I was in shock but terribly excited and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Touch it” Denise said. “Huh” was all I could say. “You stupid!, touch it!”. I was terribly embarrassed and hesitated until Karen said “Now you worm!” Denise released my right hand and Karen grabbed it and pulled my arm around in front of me. “Come on” she said “I’ve seen you playing with it, DO IT” (Oh My God, I thought). I reached around and touched my penis. “Stroke it!” Denise said. I started to stroke it and it felt so good. My balls were tight and I was more excited than I had ever been (little did I know that there was more to come). Somehow it was so exciting to be doing this in front of Karen and Denise. I was trembling with excitement and my cock was harder and bigger that it ever had been. Neither of them could take their eyes off of it and that made me feel real good.

“Do it, do it” Karen said and to my utter amazement she put her hand down her shorts and the next thing I knew they were on the ground. There was her pussy right in front of me and she was furiously rubbing it and moaning. I closed my eyes afraid that I would black out and when I opened them both Denise and Karen were masturbating right in front of me! They were staring at my cock all the time. Denise kept on moaning and saying “Shit” over and over. I stroked my cock harder and faster as I heard Denise moan loudly as she came (I later understood). She then walked over and grabbed my balls and said “Make it cum worm!!” I looked at Karen and she had one hand on her pussy and another under her top feeling her tit. Suddenly she screamed with orgasm and as she did I shot my cum in great gobs all over her, Denise and the ground.

We then clean up and walked back to our picnic like nothing had happened. But there were to be many other times. It was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me.

Guided Masturbation Stories

Sheila the Great

A precocious teenage girl introduces the neighborhood to the pleasures of the hand and CFNM. by schulzie 1998

The neighborhood in which I grew up back in the Sixties was full of “good” girls who had a strong interest in sex, but didn’t do much about it because virginity was somewhat more valued then than it is today. Guys in my neighborhood might make out and get a quick feel of boobs occasionally, but that was rare; that is,until Sheila moved to our neighborhood.Sheila came from another town where the girls were a step or two ahead of the young ladies in our neighborhood. Not that Sheila was a slut or anything, but she was a bit more daring than the other girls.

Shortly after she moved in, Sheila taught me a game called “Trust Me?” Ever heard of it? I hadn’t until Sheila showed me.

One summer night, we were sitting on my front steps talking,and she put her hand on my knee and asked, “Trust me?” Not being sure what she meant, I said,”Sure. Why?” Then she moved her hand an inch or two up my leg and said, “Trust me?” Now I got it. She wanted to play games. The “Trust me” question and “Yes” answer game continued as she moved her hand closer and closer to my crotch. I had a rapidly rising hard-on, but it wasn’t a fully developed woodie yet, so I stopped her before she got to my dick.

Then it was my turn to ask: “Trust me?” She let me get past her knee before she said: “No.” Then it was her turn again. This time I let her move up until she touched the head of my dick before I said “No.” By now, I was completely hard, and couldn’t wait until the next time. When it was her turn again, she led me get about halfway up her thigh before she stopped me. I asked about this little teasing game and she told me it was something the kids back in her old neighborhood used to do. I told her it was an interesting little game. Then, we started over again. This time I let her get a feel of my whole cock in its full glory. She gave it a little squeeze, and asked: “Trust me?” I said “Yes”, and then she gave it a much harder squeeze. This went on for awhile until she was rubbing the length of my erection through my pants. Being a virgin myself, I was getting real close to shooting a load in my pants right there. Suddenly, she stopped and said it was getting late and she had to get home. She started toward her house up the street. As she did, I thought to myself,”That dirty little prick-teaser.” Then she turned around and said, “Wanna play some more tomorrow night?” Did I? All I could do was look at her and say, “Yeah!” Damn right, I did. I went inside to my bedroom and immediately jerked off.

The next night, I waited on my front steps for Sheila. It and I was afraid she wouldn’t show. But in a few minutes, there she was. She said, “Is there anyplace around here that we can go to have some privacy?” I suggested we head for the field behind the woods down the street. Off we went.

When we got there, we talked for awhile. Then she began the game again. During the whole time we played, I never got a chance to feel her pussy which was frustrating since I’d never felt one before. But she seemed to enjoy feeling my dick. We got as far as we had the night before with her rubbing my dick through my pants. Then she took a detour. She asked: “Trust me?” Of course I said, “Yes.” She then started to work her hand up towards my waist and asked:”Trust me?”

“Yes.” Her hand moved up more.

“Trust me?”

“Yes.” Her hand moved up to my belt.

“Trust me?”

“Yes.” She began to undo my belt. My heart was beating like crazy, my dick was getting harder by the second, and with each “Trust me?”, she proceeded step-by-step to undo my snap, then my zipper, and slowly made her way down my briefs until she touched my cock. To make a long story short, she began to give me an unbelievable handjob. Being young, it took me very little time to cum which I did…all over her hand. She smiled at me and asked, “You like?”

“Wow!” was all I could say for the longest time. As she wiped her cum-soaked hand on my jeans, I asked her if that was the first time she had ever done that.(Duh)

She giggled and said, “No, I’ve made lots of guys come in my old neighborhood.” Wow! Lucky guys. I tried, unsuccessfully, to get my hand on her pussy, but she wouldn’t let me. She seemed pleased just to get me off.

We played this game a few more times in the following weeks. I got a handjob, while she continued to keep my hands away from her pussy. When we first started doing this, I thought maybe the reason why she wouldn’t let me touch her was because she was having her period. But a week or two had passed, so it wasn’t that. I guess she just was into getting guys off. Or maybe she didn’t want to go farther outside. At this point I didn’t care. I could now say for sure that she wasn’t a “prick teaser.”

One day, when her parents were at work, she called me up and invited me over to her house. Cool, I thought. Indoors. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get a chance to feel her pussy, maybe more. I got over there, but she wasn’t alone. Three other girls from the neighborhood were there. Damn, I thought, looks like there wouldn’t be any games today. I was wrong. We were all in the living room talking with Sheila sitting right next to me and the other girls sitting around us. Suddenly, Sheila put her hand on my knee and said, “Trust me?”

This really caught me by total surprise. She couldn’t be serious. In front of the other girls? I didn’t say anything. I froze up.

Again, she asked: “Trust me?” I looked around the room. The other girls were watching. They seemed interested and apparently knew what Sheila was up to. Sheila looked at me, then looked at them, and said to me: “I asked you a question: TRUST ME?” She WAS serious.

All I could do was say: “Uh-huh.”

And with that, the game began. I was a bit nervous about what was going to happen. On the one hand, I was already a bit of an exhibitionist at that age and this was an exciting opportunity. On the other hand, I had never shown myself to a group of girls at one time. These were girls that I had known and grown up with for several years, fantisized about, had made out with, and now here was a chance they were going to willingly look at my dick. My HARD dick (I hoped). It didn’t take long to get through all the preliminary “Trust Me” questions until Sheila had my pants undone and was ready to reach into my underwear. At this point, Sheila looked at the girls who leaned forward for a closer look,then looked me right in the eyes and said, very slowly, “Trust me?”

I nodded, my heart racing, my chest tight, and then…she reached in and pulled out my cock, exposing me completely to the room of girls. I never was so excited in my life. The girls had a whole series of different reactions as soon as they saw my hard cock for the first time. It must have been the first time they had seen a penis, or at least a teenaged boy’s penis, and certainly an erect penis. Their eyes widened, their mouths dropped open a little bit. I heard at least one or two tiny gasps, a “wow”, eyes gawking at my dick, then turning to look at each other, giggles, then more stares at my dick.

Jesus! I couldn’t get over this. It was overwhelming. The blood was rushing to my head as all these girls I knew were staring at my hard-on all the time while Sheila was gripping it tightly, shaking it at them. Sheila began to stroke my dick in front of the girls. Oh my God, I thought. She’s gonna make me cum right in front of them. I was so fucking hard by that time I knew it wouldn’t take long. I wanted to cum in the worst way, yet I wanted this moment to linger as long as possible.

The girls were continuing to react as they watched Sheila jerking me off. They continued gawking at my dick, watching Sheila’s hand rubbing the length of my dick, watching my reactions to the handjob. It was more than I could take. I shot all over my shirt and Sheila’s hand and arm. The girls were taken aback, I think.

I suspect they were not sure exactly what they expected to see. They looked at my dick shooting cum, they looked at my face, they looked at the cum. I was breathing as heavily as if I was running the mile, moaning uncontrollably as Sheila finished me off. Afterwords, I sat back on the sofa exhausted, a little embarassed to have them watch as the cum began to dribble down my cock as it began to shrink. The girls were murmuring and whispering among themselves, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean up.

While I was in the bathroom, I began to catch on to what the little game was all about. I heard Sheila tell the girls, “See, that’s all you’ve got to do. If you make them cum, they’re happy, you don’t have to go all the way with them, and they’ll do just about anything you want them to do.”

It wasn’t long before Sheila’s little lesson seemed to have an effect on the whole neighborhood. There were a lot of us guys geting jerked off that summer.

Wherever you are, Sheila, thanks a lot.

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Diddlin’    by Mr. E, 1998

I was about 12 or 13 years old and in my neighborhood we were all very friendly. The boys and girls would play together. We’d play war, cops and robbers, and even set up house together (to satisfy the wants of the girls), “marrying” each other, etc. This set up some low level sexual encounters such as kissing, petting and some fingering — but always one-on-one.

One time, we had set up a “house” where I was the “son” of an older girl (she was about 14, and 1 or 2 year’s difference is quite a lot for young people) while the other “girls” were my “sisters.”

Well, it so happened that the older girl wanted to pretend to punish me and had me sit in the corner, etc. Then she wanted to spank me over her knee. I protested mildly but the other girls were cheering her on. It started out good-naturedly at first, but then she started doing it harder and harder.

“Hey!” I said. But the other girls said to take my pants down. While a couple of them pinned my arms, my trousers were unbuttoned, unzipped and taken down below my behind.

It was at this point that I started to get turned on. I was protesting with my mouth, but my “little head” was doing all the thinking at this point. It had acquired a life of its own and had become hard as a rock. Now a couple of these girls had already seen — and even felt — my penis while we were fooling around. But this was different. They were all here at the same time, and they all had their clothes on.

Anyway, the punishment stopped and I put on a show that I didn’t like what they had done, etc.

Later, the older girl got me alone in her bedroom and said “I know you got a boner when we had your pants down. Did you get turned on?” Well, it’s impossible for a functioning male to hide arousal, so I admitted to her I got really turned on.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve heard that it’s bad for a boy to get turned on and not be able to spurt. It’s called ‘prick tease.’”

I didn’t correct her use of the term because at this point my head was swimming in an air of unreality. I couldn’t believe this older girl was discussing sex in front of me.

“Undo your pants,” she said. “I’ll make you spurt off so you don’t get ‘prick tease.’”

I protested automatically but it was half-hearted. She insisted. “Take your thing out and let me do it to you or I’ll give you a real spanking and I’ll tell the other girls!”

This was so embarassing. I was “showing” mine but she wasn’t going to show hers. But I was also aroused to the point that I was not thinking rationally anymore.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and took my now rock-hard cock out. Precum was dripping off the end. She was fascinated by it. I guess she had heard about this from other girls but had never seen one up close. She pulled my pants down around my knees, encircled my cock with her fist and began jerking me off.

I started to reach to feel her breasts, but she slapped my hand away and said, “Don’t touch!” Then she started jerking me again.

“Oh, you’re such a naughty boy to get a such a big boner in front of me. Are you going to spurt for me?”

Then, with her free hand, she began administering swats. “Spurt for me!” she commanded.

And I did. Jets and jets of cum spewed out, all over her hands, arms and even onto her lap and the carpet. I think it’s the most I’ve ever cum in my whole life.

She didn’t complain or anything about getting messed up. All she said was “Gosh, that was fast.”

Yes it was.

– Mr. E

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Ah, the friends we make at college…

This took place about fifteen years ago while I was still in college. My fiancée was going to college in another state, and we were frequently separated for a month or longer at a time. I was friendly with several of the girls in my dorm, many of whom had serious boyfriends either on-campus or elsewhere. By unspoken agreement, we all pretty much decided that we were pretty ’safe’ date material, available for dances, parties, movies and so on, without fear of sexual and romantic entanglement’s. Even so, there was a fair amount of sexual ‘teasing’ going on, we had all participated in late night “Truth or Dare” sessions or had seen each other in various stages of undress.

One of them in particular was a year or so younger than myself, and had frequently participated in these sessions. Between us there was a great deal of mutual attraction, yet we were still playing ‘by the rules’. She had seen me changing clothes or naked several times, and while I had seen her sunbathe topless, I had yet to see her fully naked.

My friend’s room was on the first floor, with a large window that was easily broken into, while my room was on an upper floor and was quite secure. At one dance sponsored by our dorm, an outsider who was not a student had become drunk and unruly, and had tried to attack my friend, and had to be forcibly ejected. He persisted in coming back on campus, and we were fearful of my friends safety that night, so she decided to grab a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor in my room for the night.

I was accustomed to sleeping in the raw, and told her so. She told me that it didn’t bother her, that I was to sleep ‘however you would normally’, it was my room. She wore an oversize tee-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. After we got settled, we started talking, and she asked me how I was handling my prolonged absences from my girlfriend’s arms. I laughed, and told her it was kind of difficult, and tried to let it slide. She then informed me that a week before, while I had been on a late-night phone call with my girlfriend, she had stopped by my room to say hi, and had seen me masturbating while I was on the phone with my girlfriend. More…