Billy Gets a Babysitter – Chapter Four

Billy Gets a Babysitter


Chapter 4

When billy and his Mommy got home, Kathy and Becky were full of questions on how it went with his new babysitter. Billy told them that they did their homework together (with billy naked), and then afterwards they watched TV and then it was his bathtime.

“Did Tiffany play with your peenie in the bathtub”, Kathy asked, with a big smile.

“No, but She let me play with myself and She left me alone in the tub to do that for a while”, billy told Them.

“You must have been so excited billy”, Becky said. “What was Tiffany wearing”, She asked.

‘Oh, just a tshirt and panties, Her legs and feet were bare”, he replied.

Both girls smiled and Mommy said, “you must have been beside yourself with horniness, you poor thing. Did Tiffany dry you off”, Mommy asked. 

“Well She dried me off, but She didn’t touch my peenie”, Billy told Them. Continue reading

Billy Gets a Babysitter – Chapter Three

Billy Gets a Babysitter


Chapter 3

The very next day was the first day that billy was going to be babysitting. His Mommy told him to meet Tiffany at the bus area after school, and She would take him to Her house. Billy was full of dread during the day. He was scared of girls in general, and even more scared of Tiffany right now, but there was nothing he could do about it. He just hoped that She would be nice to him.

He went to the bus area after class, and immediately noticed Her. She was wearing a very short plaid, school girl skirt, with Her Bare legs showing and sandals showing her bare toes. Billy couldn’t help but notice. He felt a stirring in his peenie. It had been almost six weeks since Mommy had let him spurt, and he was constantly aroused. And the sight of this cute middle school hottie, wasn’t making it any easier.

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Billy Gets a Babysitter – Chapter Two

They did love to tease him, so part way through his homework, They both stood beside him, at the table, and lifted Their tshirts, so that he could see Their panties, and They told him to play with himself. Which he did of course…


BillyGets a Babysitter


Chapter Two

The next morning, things were as usual at the house. billy got up early, and went downstairs, naked and tidied up the kitchen and family room from the night before. he waited for his Sisters and Mommy to come downstairs and then went to Their rooms to make Their beds and tidy up. And then, he went back downstairs and cleaned up their breakfast dishes and made himself breakfast, cleaned up his dishes, and then upstairs to shower, shave his body, and get ready for school. Mommy never said a word to him and his Sisters just snickered about his purple and swollen penis. Continue reading

Billy Gets a Babysitter Chapter One

“For now, you stay exactly like that, do not pick up any panties, do not take those ones off that you have half on, keep that other pair around your stupid peenie, and keep playing with yourself. Get yourself rock hard and leaking, and you had better be that way when Mom gets home. I want her to see you exactly as we found you”, Becky told him.


BillyGets a Babysitter


Chapter One

Billy was at home alone again. Three times a week, his little Sisters had after school activities, and his Mom was still at work. Of course billy did not have any after school activities, not like the other kids.

But billy enjoyed his time alone in the afternoon after school. He was home alone, naked, and he made sure his chores were done, and his homework done and on display for Mommy to check when She got home. But often, he could complete all of that in an hour or so, which meant he had another hour and a half to enjoy himself.

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I like Public Masturbation too

from Wank Log: Public Masturbation 

… So I ventured out side. First the back garden. Which is still a fairly good place to head out to. It is quiet, calm and during school semesters, very, very private. It is quite a different feeling lying on the grass masturbating, the feeling of sun on your body. Also the clean up is real, real easy. If you roll over, or stand up just before orgasm, you can blow a load over pretty much anything and just walk away. …

I have masturbated in a flood-control preserve inside a major city. I rode my mountain bike there, then noticing that there was complete privacy, I got the urge to pull down my bike shorts and  masturbate then and there. I could hardly get erect, being so nervous, but the nervous energy of the fear made the orgasm particularly intense. Continue reading

Xmas Eve Masturbation Memory

Xmas Eve Masturbation Memory

By Earl Flen, December 2015

Christmas Eve always brings back my favorite masturbation memory.

So long ago. 1964. I was 19.

My first real love Bett and I had gotten back together a few weeks earlier after a breakup when I’d first entered college. Sitting on her couch late Christmas Eve with just the lights of the tree on. Her parents had gone to bed. By now Bett and I were very accomplished “heavy petters”. (We were a little behind the curve, folks, I admit; in those days we weren’t courageous enough to fuck yet. You didn’t fuck until you were at least engaged to be engaged we thought. ) We had been ‘necking’ that night for a good half an hour. It was kind of romantically perfect in the low light and the soft Christmas music. I still remember her kisses as probably the best that ever were.

We had gotten to that stage where the French kisses were long and very passionate, we were breathing hard. I had already gotten the top of her dress open and had been indulging in her favorite play: I kissed and sucked her nipples in between French kisses while she held my head to her chest and guided me from one breast to the other – the girl was in charge of just how far a guy could go, at least that was the way it was for me and other “nice” boys. From there she would give me some body signal to begin sliding my hand up under her skirt for that long slow advance to her pussy. Continue reading

The Foot Massage

Chronic Masturbation Stories

The Foot Massage

Some chronic  masturbators think a foot is as much fun as a hand

It was only five years ago that I graduated from college leaving behind many memories of one my closest friends I have ever had. It was a tortured relationship for me because I was completely obsessed with her and wanted her as a lover more than a friend. She however had no such romantic feelings towards me even though we always together. We were both art majors so we worked out our schedules to where we always took our classes together. After class we would always be running around doing something together whether it was going out to eat, the movies, or just hanging out at my apartment or her parent’s house. Continue reading