Gert’s Stockings

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Gert’s Stockings

alt.sex.stories, 1996

Excerpt from a dead man’s sexual diary, purchased at an estate sale–the late Bill W. Childhood Memories of Gert’s Stockings and Garters It is August, 1955. I am 12 and on vacation with my parents and another couple at a lake cottage in northern Wisconsin. I am in the only private place in the tiny cottage–the bathroom–jerking off with the door locked–or so I think.

My bloated young prick sticks rigidly out of my lap as I sit on the toilet, massaging my exquisitely sensitive foreskin, savoring the itchy, tingly feeling radiating through my balls. My ass twitches and squirms on the toilet seat as my newly discovered pastime causes muscles and nerves to twitch involuntarily in my crotch and legs. I stare at my hand in its vertical dance, wondering dazedly that I can give myself so much pleasure. The feeling is so good, yet at the same time somehow dirty and lewd, which makes it all the better.  Continue reading

A Medley of Milking Stories

from the net, various dates

Three stories of male milking

 


Milking a Husband July 31, 1999

That story about the two lesbians milking a man for his sperm so they could have a baby is wild. I did something similar to my own husband two and a half years ago. We had been married for 11 years and had two children, a girl of 9 and a boy of 5. I wanted another child but my husband refused me! He said he didn’t think we could afford it over the long run. This got me mad as hell and started my thoughts on how to get my way, regardless of what he said. I checked my cycles and when I felt it was yhe optimum time I got him in bed and he placed his condom on his dick as was his habit. I thought to myself that I was going to get that condom with his sperm that night. I suggested a bondage scene followed by hot sex and readily agreed to let me tie him at all four posts with pantyhose. I tied him down nice and tight and knew he was not going anywhere.   Continue reading

My First

My First

by BoundBalls

A boy has his first orgasm fantasizing about masturbating for neighbor girls.

This is what I was like when I was 13 years old. It's
a true story and the fantasy I was thinking at that
time. It was also my first experience with orgasm.
Hope you enjoy.
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
years older (15+ I think). She was wearing her older
sister's bathing suit. Why I don't know, I guess
because she figured she was old enough. But anyway,
the top was probably a cup size to big for her and
with the suit being wet it seemed to stretched 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
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Homework Handjob

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Homework Handjob

alt.sex.stories, 1999

“I’m a virgin!” he splurted, red faced.
“Ahhh. Well, you’re in for a treat then. I bet you wank off, don’t
you? In the bathroom, in here… Just grab your cock and wank, right?”
“Yes…”
“I bet you’ve got some wank mags. Let’s see…” Mandy stood, and
walked over to Andrew’s bed. She slid a hand under the mattress and
pulled out three or four well used looking mags. She sat on the bed and
started flicking through the mags, smiling as she came across some pages
that were stuck together.
“These ones must have been good, Andrew. Come over here and sit down
with me. Let’s see if I can do something about that stiffy you’ve
got…”

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I Got a Job as a Cum Provider

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I Got a Job as a Cum Provider

alt.sex.stories, 1998

I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything
to cure my financial ailment. The add I found was strange.
“Young males wanted, Specialty taste club catering to the
unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for
personal interview”

 

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Onania Masturbator Forum: The Dinner Party

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


Sam had jokingly referred to the den computer, with it’s lazy-boy recliner and TV-sized screen, as a deluxe porn station. The conversation had gone quickly from there, and ended with Brian’s permission to use the widescreen computer to masturbate while they were away, as long as he and Sam kept a hidden folder and each filled it with the most provocative images they came across while lounging back and jerking off to internet porn.

Thought I’d post a bit of fiction that’s relevant to the group. I wrote this a while ago and break it out once in a while when I’m ready to finish a bate session with a nice splashy orgasm. There’s something extra horny about reading erotica you’ve written specifically for your own tastes – not to mention the memories of all the masturbating you did while writing it :) Enjoy! Continue reading

Onania Masturbator Forum: Pixie’s Bedtime Stories: Ashley

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


“Oh, it looks like she’s waiting for you,” Emily said, spotting Mrs. Young standing out on the shaded front porch of Ashley’s robin’s egg blue house. “Is your Mother still masturbating you?” she asked.

Ashley got off the bus, turned around and waited. After a few of the other students came down the steps and started on their own ways home, Ashley spotted Emily’s long brown hair, which went down almost to her waist. Emily was taller than Ashley by a few inches, and was on the skinny side. Today she was wearing a simple pale yellow t-shirt under an unfashionable brown cardigan, with a light blue skirt, blue tights and brown Mary Janes.  Continue reading

In Love with Kate Moss: Grover and the Hardware Store Remind Me of My Muse

I got daring and pulled my pants down to my ankles. The summer breeze blew through the open truck windows, across my genitalia. The breeze mixed with the scent of my pre-cum smelled so sweet. I looked at Paula’s sexy bare feet, up those pretty legs, across that tummy, past those small but firm and pert breasts to that pretty face, relaxing as if asleep. This masturbation felt so good and I did not want it to stop.

 

Grover and the Hardware Store Remind Me of My Muse

BY IN LOVE WITH KATE MOSS

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Early memories of masturbation

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Early memories of masturbation

alt.sex.masturbation, 1999

My earliest memory of self stimulation happened when I was around 7. I
had begun to notice my penis more, probably due to
it’s newfound tendency to announce itself by getting stiff, like it was
trying to poke itself out of my shorts, or, in cases when
I was showering, say, “Hey, look at me. Touch me. Don’t I look like
fun?” I suppose it happened more often in the shower
with the blast of the shower jet stimulating it. I don’t remember any
sexual kind of feelings from the streaming water, but it
seemed to have some effect on my penis. One day after showering, I was
toweling off. My cock was still stiff from the shower,
and brushing the soft, but coarse fabric of the towel over it made me
shiver. Not the usual kind of shiver, like, it’s cold, or
something gave me the willies. This one started like a bolt of
electricity at the tip of my dick, shot right through it, and sent
tingles all through my body.

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