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The first time I was discovered masturbating was when I was fourteen. I was having a bath and had started a “soapy-hands” job. I liked this to last, so I used masturbate to the edge of orgasm, then stop for a few seconds before continuing. The longest I had kept this up was about fifteen minutes but this evening I knew there was no hope of breaking any records. After about five minutes and four near orgasms I let myself go, and a fountain of sperm flew up into the air and landed on my chest. I heard a faint gasp from the next room, and immediately realised to my horror what had happened. There was only an old wooden partition between the bathroom and my sister’s bedroom and there were plenty of cracks through which one could spy on people in the bathroom. I had done my share of spying: recently I had discovered that my father frequently masturbated in the bath and some time ago I had seen my cousin Barbara pissing high into the air in the bath and playing with herself long before I realised that girls masturbated. Now I had been caught. What was I going to do? Would Angela tell Mummy? I decided I had to confront her and somehow explain. I didn’t have to. After a minute or so had passed she came into the bathroom, smiling. “What were you doing? It looked like you were peeing but it was all white! And why was your cock so huge and stiff?” Should I tell her? Why not? “Well, if you really want to know I was doing what is called masturbating, or more commonly wanking. All boys do it, and, if you really want to know, so do girls, but they don’t spurt out sperm of course.” Angela started laughing. “You silly boy, do you think I don’t know what wanking is? I only asked you to see what you would say. You aren’t the first boy I’ve seen wanking – and if you really want to know, I masturbate too! Barbara taught me last summer.” “She taught you? Gosh. Nobody taught me. I discovered it by myself – at least, my mates talked about it so much I had to try it.” “I must admit, I like watching it. Will you do it again?” “Well, I can’t now, but I suppose I will another day – if you promise not to say anything to Mummy.” “I’m not mad, you know. Look, would you like to see how I do it?” “Gosh, yes. I watched Barbara through the crack a couple of years ago, but I’d love to see it again.” So Angela lifted up her nightie, spat on her fingers and started to caress her clitoris. Soon a finger slipped gently into the slit, though not far enough to break the hymen. She was obviously a veteran masturbator – the fingers moved faster and faster and eventually she shook and stifled a scream as she reached orgasm. My prick, although sore from five minutes of rubbing, leapt to attention again and I was able to please my sister by returning the compliment, though with only a tiny trickle of sperm. It was rather good being watched!
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SEXUALITY: Bisexual
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TITLE: Wanking with dad
The first time I sucked another prick was when I was fourteen - and the boy was twelve. I had a terrible feling afterwards? Was I perhaps gay? I had to talk to someone about it and decided that the best person was my father, as I'd seen him masurbating in the bath and once sucking off the gardner behind the garage. Anyway,I decided that there was nothing to lose by talking to him about it – so that weekend I asked him if I could go fishing with him. He was very happy to take me, so we set off for the river. Eventually I plucked up courage to speak. “Dad, did you –er play with yourself when you were a boy?” “You mean did I masturbate? Good God, of course I did. What boy doesn’t? Hey, don’t tell me that you haven’t started yet, because I won’t believe you!” “Yes, of course I wank, Dad. But, did you wank with other boys?” “Yes, frequently – and we wanked each other. It’s quite natural.” “It doesn’t make you gay?” “No, of course not. It’s something you grow out of when you start to go out with girls. And it’s much better than getting a girl pregnant.” “What about sucking another boy off?” “Well, I admit that I did that too. Have you?” “I did the other day. Will I grow out of it?” “Yes, of course!” There was a brief pause while I plucked up the courage to continue… “Dad, if you grow out of it, - I mean if you’ve grown out of it – how come I saw you sucking off Mr. King behind the garage a few weeks ago?” “Oh, Christ. So you saw me! Well, it’s going to be difficult to explain…” “Look, you don’t have to apologize or anything like that – just tell me you’re not gay!” Dad laughed, obviously relieved. “No, I’m not gay. Look, I’ll be perfectly frank with you – Mum and I don’t have sex anymore. She doesn’t want to and I respect that – but I still need it – regularly. I wouldn’t dream of being unfaithful – at least I wouldn’t sleep with another woman – and most of the time I masturbate when I need relief – but I also have a need for physical contact. Harry King and I were chatting and the subject came around to sex – we talked about masturbation, then we started to masturbate and one thing led to another. It was simply physical contact – like you and your mates. I have to admit I rather envy you. It’s much better masturbating with someone.” “Why don’t you masturbate with Mum? I mean, women masturbate don’t they?” “Yes, and I’m pretty sure Mum does, but she refuses to admit it – and she seemed shocked when she woke up once to find me masturbating beside her. That’s the main reason why we sleep in separate rooms now.” All this talk about wanking had inevitably given me an erection and it seemed pretty obvious that Dad was in a similar state. “Look Dad, all this chat has got me worked up. Since we’re being open with each other, I’ve got to have a wank now. Shall I go into the bushes?” “Good grief, no. Do you think I haven’t got an erection? I’m happy to wank in front of you if you’re happy do do it in front of me!” “Really? Wow!” So without further ado we undid our flies and released our swollen pricks. It was a strange feeling wanking in front of someone from whom I had carefully hidden my sexual habits but at the same time I felt closer to my father than ever before. “It’s like we are – well – mates!” I said happily “That’s exactly how I feel.” replied Dad. He looked down at my prick, but did not say anything. “Do you want to – er touch me?” I asked tentatively. “Why not? You’re my son!” he laughed and took hold of my prick. “And you’re my father!” I took hold of his, which was slightly longer and considerably thicker than mine – or than any of my mate’s. We each rubbed the other’s penis, smiling affectionately at each other. When we both felt ready to come we returned our hands to our own members and with a heave a shake and a groan – we ejaculated into the river. It had been a wonderful experience – perhaps the first time I had combined sex and love. It had seemed so natural. Whether this was a once off or the first time of many, neither of us knew, and it didn’t matter. We continued fishing for a little longer and then made our way home. We didn’t say very much, but we both felt that something wonderful had happened.
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SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
TITLE: That night...
I suppose incest by definition is illegal, but the one time I ‘committed’ I consider to be one of the greatest expressions of true love I have experienced. I was nearly eighteen and my sister sixteen when our mother was killed in a car accident. My father took it very badly and started drinking and then frequenting prostitutes – anyway he had very little time for us – who had also taken it very badly. On the first anniversary of our mother’s death, at about midnight, my sister came into my room crying and saying she could not get to sleep. She then asked if she could snugleup next to me as we used to do when we were small children. I agreed without bating an eyelid, but hadn’t bargain for how I would feel when a nubile seventeen-year-old snuggled up next to me. In my brain I felt nothing but love and affection for my sister, but my penis seemed to think otherwise. It quickly sprang to attention and there was no ignoring it. My sister could hardly ignore it either, as it was pressing against her thigh. She didn’t try to ignore it – on the contrary, her hand slipped down to it and started gently carressing it. I didn’t attempt to stop her – how could I? I buried my head in her breasts and waited for orgasm. Then sh stopped stroking my penis and raised her nightdress so that my penis would touch her bare skin. I putmy handunder her nightdress and stroked her breasts. Her nipples were hard. We didn’t say a word to each other. Then she moved her body downwards until my erect penis, dripping with precum was touching her sex. That was it. I didn’t mount her – she didn’t insert my penis herself – but somehow it just slipped in and we held each other tightly. There was very little movement and I came within seconds. Then she spoke. Just a quiet ‘thank you’. It was then that I started to cry. We spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. Was it all a dream? We haven’t spoken about it since. I am 55 and she 53…
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