 Stories of how you lost your Virginity and Outdoor Nude Intercourse
Last autumn I learned
that it's never too late for a new nudist experience, but let's
start at the beginning. A few years ago we started going to the beach much earlier than had been our habit, to secure our place on a smallish area that was west facing and so had the sun for longer. Often we would be among the first arrivals and she became more relaxed about the sun lotion routine, and if there was nobody too close she would allow me to stroke and finger her pussy often to the point of orgasm. I am sure that the 'risky naughtiness' of it was a turn on for her, because I noticed that her pussy became moist much more quickly on the beach than it did in the privacy of our bedroom! There was one condition attached, and that was that I had to be at her side so I could look along the beach to see anybody approaching. Always as she approached orgasm she would lift her hips, not a lot, maybe six or eight inches, but I found it incredibly sexy. Of course I would wind up with an erection, or at least a semi. That all became almost a routine, one that I was very happy with, especially on the odd occasion (rare, unfortunately) when she would repay me with a quick handjob. Last autumn the
weather was superb well into the autumn, long after the tourist
hordes had packed up and gone home. We continued going to the
beach, often finding it all but deserted. For a couple of weeks
we noticed the same single guy who would set himself up reasonably
close to us, but without being intrusive. I became aware that
often he would fairly discreetly play with his cock while looking
at my wife, sometimes bring himself to a full erection. Unfortunately there has not been a repeat, or even the opportunity, but I live in hope….. Well, first off
I would like to talk about how nudism, and being exposed to sites
like yours has changed my sexuality. I am very happily married
to my wife and she does know about my evolving sexuality. I remember
as a very young teenager I would secretly have the urge to completly
shave my penis. This would make me feel very hard and oddly somewhat
more queer. About 20 years ago when visiting a nude beach for
the first time, I saw an older man without any pubic hair and
this gave me an instant erection. The man did notice and did
not seem to mind really. I was so timid and shy keeping the excitement
to myself. From that point on I became very obsessed with seeing
men with hairless penises. I would love to know if there are other men like myself who have this issue? It is not like I did not try homosexuality, because I did, but it was not for me. But oddly nothing makes me more excited and hard than being naked with a hairless man showing our penises off to eachother. My favorite activity is rubbing my penis against the other mans penis, and ejaculating on his penis. I love, and need this. I really hope to see, and here more on the topic on your site. I need to communicate more and more with other bisexual men like your readers and yourself. Thanks! David's first experience with a Fellow Male Many years ago
when I was about sixteen I had come out of hospital following
surgery on my foot so I was recovering at home (this was not
long after I had started my first job) one evening when I was
out trying to walk I spotted someone I knew K. but I was surprised
to see him in my local area. I asked him why he was in the area
and he replied he was waiting for J. who had his business on
my street. At this stage I didn't know who J. was. The business
was producing plastic bags for food industry. Peter's Early Nude Adventures: I was just 12 and had recently moved house. Behind the close where I lived was a wood owned by a local farmer. His daughter was at school with me and she invited me to come and climb trees and see her tree house on a Saturday morning deep in the woods. I went along and found her along with three of her girlfriends one the same age as her, and two a little younger at eleven. We messed about in the tree house chatting and laughing and then she said, "we used to play show me yours with Roger who's moved away. Do you want to play?" I was taken aback but immediately said "yes". The youngest girl was told she was first and she let out a loud "oh, it's ALWAYS me first, Huh!" then proceeded to undo her jeans and pull them down followed by her knickers. The next eldest girl followed, showing us her little vulva too. Soon the third girl did the same. The eldest girl, my new friend said "Gulp, my turn" and carefully pulled down her jeans revealing her knickers. The other girls stared intently as she pulled her panties down as hair came into view. "Your turn now" she said to me, and a sudden panic hit me, I don't know why but I ran, ran so fast and got home locking the door behind me. The next day I found a note through my door from Margaret my new friend saying I was wrong to run away as it wasn't fair, but it was OK and we could meet again, her and me, and she'd lend me some comics. She said she'd be in the tree house that day at 2 after lunch. I went along not realising it was a trap. I saw by the tree
house tree and asked where the comics were. She laughed and said
it was time to finish yesterday's game and before I knew it her
three friends came out from a bush and grabbed my arms. I was
pulled to the ground and each of my limbs were sat on. My
trousers were undone and despite my wriggles and pleas they were
tugged down and off. I lay there in my cotton underpants. "Coo
look it's getting stiff under there" said one of the girl
and I knew I was getting hard. With the boys,
I had twins living next door to me. It's embarrassing as I was
13. They were 11. Their mum had invited me to go swimming with
them which I was pleased about. I did though, insist on having
my own changing room. They asked why, and I said, because when
you get older you have hair and I was embarrassed about it. They
laughed and said they wanted to see it. When we got back to their
house, their mum made us some drinks and snacks and then went
to see my mum so leaving us alone. I was eating a biscuit when
I was suddenly grabbed and wrestled to the ground by the two
twins. I was on my back with one sitting on my chest and the
other on my legs and was unable to move. One started to undo
my trousers and I shouted "NO!" "it's hairy!" said one of them and he pulled it against the zip which was painful. I remember really struggling and trying to breath when the one on my face said "surrender and we'll get off." I mumbled "YES!" and they got off me. I was exhausted and panting, my willy half out of my jeans. I lay there knowing I was lost as the one by my legs undid my belt, and pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. I just groaned as they both felt it. I was suddenly very turned on. "Make the white stuff come out" said the one who'd been on my chest. The other said something about older boys making white stuff by rubbing their willies. I refused and said "no" but he started rubbing it, slowly and I started to get the familiar feeling. Both boys leaned in and felt my balls and willy as it was rubbed. I lost it and said "you have to rub it faster!" They did. "Oh no, it's coming out!" I said and thrust my bum upwards as they rubbed and rubbed and I spurted all over my belly. I was embarrassed and I quickly left. As I said, I had largely consigned these memories to history until I was wanking one day, which I seem to do a lot, and started imagining finding a man or men of my age who would like to re enact this sort of thing and other games. Peter Mike's beach experience with a stranger: Summer was over, the sun was still warm but not hot enough to layout and nude tan at the deserted beach. The sea was still pleasant enough to strip off and have a skinny dip. I took everything off except my tee shirt, and was standing knee deep in warm seawater. My smooth shaven penis,balls and ass crack were enjoying the warm rays of the mid afternoon sun, and a gentle breeze was blowing against my exposed skin. It was very pleasant. From the corner of my eye there was a young man wearing a tracksuit nearby , hanging around to see what he could see. We could see eachother, but if I ducked down I fell out of his line of sight and gently played with my asshole, fingering it. It felt nice and my penis started to wake up,and I stood up. The tracksuit guy had moved closer to try and see me, as when crouching I was out of his view. When I stood up, he was very close by, and to me in a deserted place, that meant he was looking for some kind of fun. Soon as I saw him staring at me,I touched my penis and stroked it,and he took the hint. It was a hint I had wanted him to take. He sat beside me and started playing with my penis, which responded to his caresses by growing harder. He pulled down his track pants, and I grabbed hold of his cock which was semi hard. Two consenting men with no words spoken.We were masturbating each other. We both owned uncircumcised cocks so it was great to pump his up and down, and see his glans shiny in the sun. It was great to feel my foreskin being stretched as he pumped me and some thick precum flowed up. I rolled up my tee shirt, and lay flat out on my back. My penis was poking up, and the message was clear to my anonymous play mate. His mouth was instantly around my manhood, and I lay there just loving the moment as he sucked me hungrily. He was good at sucking I said to myself, as he took his time sucking it with force. Reaching up he started pinching my nipples very hard. It was not gentle playful pinching, it was hard to the point of being close almost to almost painful. Contrary to popular belief, it did not make me harder. The beach was deserted, nobody there except us. He was nervous about being seen, until I told him we were 100 % alone to enjoy our mutual fun. I stood up and my penis ached to be touched. He squatted down to suck it, and with his free hand he was jerking himself. My penis had never been sucked so good before. It was amazing. It made me grow even harder, and when he rolled back my foreskin, the glans was bright purple from all the hard sucking. He was concentrating the sucking mostly on the glans. It felt so good. No woman has ever given me so much pleasure from a blow job. This guy was an artist. I got up and pulled his pants down to his ankles, and squatted down in front of him to suck his erection into my mouth. I pulled his foreskin back and sucked his glans.It tasted of piss , but the taste was brief and was replaced by the taste of his cock. If he had been in the sea it would have tasted nice and salty. He had a nice fat one, not a very long one, but about 5 inches or so. The glans was large in my mouth, and my tongue rang rings around all the contours of his fat head. He placed a hand on the back of my head to make me deep throat him. It annoyed me slightly ,as I like to decide for myself, especially if there is a chance of gagging which I hate. I spent a minute or two just sucking his penis,and hoping his erection would grow harder,as sucking his semi hard-on was awkward. He was not getting any harder so I stood up in front of him, and jerked my rock hard erection in his direction. It was clear he enjoyed sucking penis because he very quickly squatted down and swallowed my penis to the balls. With both hands he fondled my smooth ass cheeks and squeezed them, and he softly fingered the rim of my sensitive asshole. It felt really good. He loved my smooth ,firm ass cheeks which he focused on as he stroked as he continued sucking my glans firmly between his lips. His teeth were used on my glans, in a gentle way but I told him to just use lips as it was almost painful. He turned me around to face away from him, and he fondled my ass and reached around to masturbate me. I'm so glad he did not try to fuck me, as I do not want to experience a penis in my rectum.This was so exciting to be touched and caressed on the buttocks , and I was so hard it was aching to explode I was still rock hard with all the mounting sexual excitement. I was hoping he would slide his erection into my ass crack, and slide up and down in the crevice until he came. That would have been a hot experience to feel. I opened my legs wider , and he fingered my asshole as he masturbated me, then he bent over and gently bit into my ass cheek while stroking my penis. The bite happened so suddenly , and my only thought was that he might leave teeth marks which are hard to explain away to my wife. I turned around to face him. He was masturbating himself, and with his free hand he was pinching his nipple hard. The build up towards my pending orgasm was steady and most amazing. I stood infront of him masturbating myself. It was a lewd act but I loved doing it. Staring at his penis as he furiously wanked it...... I wanted to cum so badly. My penis ached for release. Our mutual masturbation and oral play had been maybe 10 to 15 minutes of pure sensual pleasure. I took a couple of steps back from him, and stood in his view and wanked myself off. When the first unforgettable spasm hit me, I pulled back hard on the foreskin all the way exposing my throbbing glans. My penis completely exploded in pounding torrents of pure sexual delight, and I had a very strong throbbing ejaculation, with my cum flying 3 or 4 feet into the pool of water nearby. The intensity was incredible. My cum came pulsing out in creamy white jets of pure ecstasy, and deep satisfaction that my penis could perform at such a high level...giving me priceless pleasure. An orgasm I will always cherish. It was far better than the amazing blow job I got from a sex obsessed girl friend in my single days. (that's in the days women had pubes....another story)The guy pulled up his track pants and walked off,as I washed my still erect penis in the salt water and rinsed out my mouth. I am 59 , happily married and still sexually active. Mark's Lost Virginity story: My dad died when I was young, so I lived with my mother alone from the age of 10. This was in the sixties in the east of Holland. I always liked to sleep nude and be nude and my mom was very much ok with that. Though I can't remember having seen her nude ever. I easily had erections and already found out I could masturbate. When my mother was working I was home alone and often nude. Peter, a friend of my mom, about 40 years old, who was an insurance agent, used to help my mom with her finances and taxes. One day during summer holiday, I was around 12 years old, I was naked at home and Peter arrived at our house and saw me through the windows. I put something on to open the door. He was very friendly. Told me that he saw that I was nude and that he and his family were nudist, so I did not have to stay dressed for him. I must have trusted him, because I went naked again. And got an erection. He did not touch me then, but complimented me with my stiff cock. And invited me to come round to his house one time. He told me he had a large garden, an inflatable pool an he and his wife Anita and his daughter would be nude too. Linda was her name and she was a little younger then I was. We made an appointment to visit his house. This first time I went there is firmly saved in my memory. It was warm and sunny. Peter opened the door, dressed in a morning coat. We went to a backroom were he took of his morning coat. He was now fully naked and told me to get naked too, so we could go into the garden nude together. He helped me undress and got a full erection doing that. Peter invited me to feel his dick, which I did and I got an erection too of course. He felt my dick and complimented me again. Then we went through the living room and open doors into the garden, still with erections. Peters wife Anita was lying on a sunbed and Linda was in the pool. Anita came out of her sunbed. She was a very pretty lady, tall, not thin, but well-rounded and she had impressive tits. Light blond hair and also very light an thin pubic hair on her brown body. She came down on her knees and gave me a firm hug and a kiss on my mouth. She told me I was beautiful and that she liked my bum and my erect cock (that now was really hard). While holding my bum and cock she called Linda: come meet Mark. Linda came out of the pool and we were told we could hug and kiss. Which we did. Linda was about a head smaller then I was. No pubic hair yet and a very small beginning of tits. She had her fathers dark hair. Then we first had
something to drink together at a table and chairs in front of
the living room. All naked. And then Peter and his wife told
us that we were going "to play together". We went to
the sun-chairs. Peters wife Anita sat down on her chair and began
sucking Peters dick who was standing beside her. Peter explained
to us that this was very nice to do and said to Linda and me:
now you can try. He helped Linda kneeling before me and giving
me a blowjob while holding Linda's head and explaining her what
she had to do. Then he asked me if I wanted to try to suck his
dick. His cock was very thick with a large head. He was circumcised.
He told me that much later and his cock is really the reason
that I myself had a circumcision when I was an adult. He asked
me to put the head of his cock into my mouth and then suck. I
noticed that he really liked this and that gave me an even harder
erection. Then he said to this daughter Linda and me: now you can fuck together. Linda was told to lay down on her back on a towel on the grass and now Anita helped me getting into Linda's cunt that of course was much tighter. With Linda it was the first time that I came, but as far as I can remember I did not produce sperm yet. The rest of the afternoon Peter and Anita fucked a few times. Linda and I were playing in the pool and were encouraged to fuck several times in the pool and on the grass. Linda did like that so she told me. In between Peter gave me blowjobs and I could suck his dicks head. And I could fuck his wife Anita once again while she was laying on her back in the grass. I most of all enjoyed that, with my head between her big tits. Peter and his family moved to the west of Holland 3 or 4 years later. I had no contact with them after that. But I had sex at their house many times. Mostly indoors and in summers outdoors. I learned about 69, I learned about anal fucking. It was clear that I most of all was a sex partner for both Peter and his wife and that they liked seeing me and Linda fuck while they were fucking too. I most of all enjoyed fucking with Peters wife Anita. At home with my mom I noticed that she did not mind when I had erections. She even bought me an informative book about sex with really explicit pictures (it was the sixties of course). Mom died when I was 20. I had a very pleasant and free youth with good sex. I became a nudist very young and still am. Mike on a Nude Beach Siting naked and alone on my towel after a swim I rubbed suntan lotion onto my belly and groin area. This was a remote area and nobody around to stop me enjoying a nice out doors wank. I have never been asked to stop wanking if ever anybody happened to stroll by in this known nude swimming area. I played with my cock until it got nice and hard, and spent a few minutes enjoying the sensation of the foreskin sliding and the sun on my naked body. After about 10 minutes a shaven headed young man wearing speedos loomed into my line of vision. He saw me wanking , and changed his direction to approach me. Meanwhile he could see I had an erect cock, as I had taken my hand off it, and made no effort to hide it from his stares. As he walked closer he slipped his cock out and stood nearby, as I looked back at him and continued slowly stroking myself. No need to hurry. He sat next to me, and without speaking a word I removed my hand to let my cock stand free, and that was all the invitation he needed to take hold of it. He held it in his fist , feeling my hardness, then very gently pumped up and down exposing the glans. Using two fingers he stroked up and down, dragging my foreskin back over the wet glans. The touch was feather light, and the clear sticky liquid flowed making a wet lubricant. Using my pelvic muscles I tensed to make the cock pulse in his hand,then relaxed again to let my cock relax in his grip. He gripped tight when I flexed, and looser when it relaxed. He gently spread the clear liquid all over my glans, and built up a steady stroke which after a minute got to the point of no return. I was seated with my legs open and my arms relaxed by my sides as I was gently jerked off. Even as I started to cum the stroking continued and felt so good, as cum sprayed his hand. The sensation was very sensual because he did not stop slowly milking me as I shot my load with a few powerful spurts. I had not cum for a couple of days so I was relieved of a heavy load. He rinsed his hand in a nearby rock pool and strode off. He's one of those characters that roam the nude areas cruising for how many he can relieve in an afternoon. By my calculation he would have probably found and "helped" milk 5 or 6 consenting adults within a couple of hours. This is the
'First Experience' of Frances and her husband on Studland Beach __________________ If you liked Fan's story, then you might like to contact her. Dear Peter, I’ve been a fan of your site for a number of years now and keep returning to read your accounts on nudity, erections, masturbation etc. I have just enjoyed reading your “first time” experience and was happy to discover that it virtually mirrors my own one. The first time was with a friend of mine who was also a neighbour. I was 9 or 10 and he a year older. We would stay around each others houses and at night in the comfort of his or my bedroom would play a game that would involve removing our clothes. We wouldn’t touch each other but even at this age we were obviously aroused. The erection was fascinating to us and we would enjoy looking at each others and having our own naked bodies stared at. This continued on and off until we reached puberty and our bodies began to change. I remember one particular occasion, we hadn’t undressed in front of each other for a while; I removed my shorts after a game of tennis. My friend saw the beginning of my thick pubic bush and admitted his jealousy. I am dark with thick hair and his is blond. His was studying art at this point and as part of his GCSE asked me to pose for him. I agreed and spent many happy hours posing for him totally unclothed while he drew. Needless to say I would always be aroused at the thought of him looking at my naked form and this made me very excited. We never touched each others bodies until my 16th year, his 17th. It was our custom to venture to a secluded, local playing field. Whilst there we would dare each other to remove an item of clothing, say a pair of trousers and walk across the pitch. On this particular evening I had removed my tracksuit bottoms nd pants and was lying in the grass. He looked at my erection and asked “What would you say if someone offered to give you a blow job! I was a little nervous but said that I would agree. “Do you want one then?” “Yes” I said. He bent down and slowly put my erection in his mouth and sucked on it. I told him to stop as I didn’t want to ejaculate but it was a tremendous feeling. Later that night after I had performed on him we masturbated together for the first time. This continued on and off for 2 years. Our “art” sessions would always end in a session of mutual touching and pleasure. It was extremely enjoyable! All this finished when we went to university and I am now in a very happy relationship with a beautiful girl to whom I have told all of the above. Of course being a wonderful woman she completely understood, we are sexual beings after all! Recently I have rediscovered the urge to pose. The world of digital has allowed me to take portraits of my girlfriend and self-portraits but the thought of posing for others still remains desirable. I was prompted to write in relation to my masturbation experiences. I am an Australian bisexual male in my mid 50's. Up to the age of around 40 I was a confirmed heterosexual. My sexuality changed around that time as a direct consequence of an incident in the change-rooms of a local swimming pool. I was taking a shower, bathers on, with the view of leaving the pool to go home. Whist in the shower area a man, around my age came in and removed his bathers which he washed out. While he was doing this I happened to look down and saw that he was fully erect and extremely well hung. We were the only two men in the showers at the time. I must have always been hard-wired for this because as I looked at this man I became overwhelmingly aroused. I subsequently removed my bathers and showed him my cock which was by now throbbing. Nothing was said, there was merely am almost automatic response from both of us; we took hold of each other's cocks and stroked with much pleasure. Obviously we were careful to remain in a private situation, but I can tell you, it took less than a minute for me to ejaculate and he followed a few seconds later. Incredibly, I found myself directing his cum onto my stomach. I very much enjoyed the smell, the feel and the whole scenario. We finished what we had started and both left, never to see each other again. Believe it or not, this was the start of my full-on bisexuality and I have sought out many sexual encounters with like-minded men continuously since that time. Of course I have had absolutely stunning sex with a former girlfriend with her male partner, but that is another story. The bottom line here is that the pleasure of male to male masturbation is something special which I enjoy without exception and will continue to do so. I'm not sure, but I do believe my experience would be of interest to many of your readers. My first nude experience was with a girl (B) when I was 13. She was rather well developed for her age and I wanted to see her naked. I knew she fancied me so I thought this would be easy. I persuaded her to meet me in some nearby woods after school one afternoon to do the “I’ll show you if you show me” thing. We found somewhere secluded to hide and I nervously undid my flies. My erection had already found its way out of my Y front and it didn’t take much for it to pop out into the open. B giggled when she saw it. I pulled my trousers and pants down so I was almost naked with my hard penis pointing skywards. I then asked B if I could see her breasts. She duly undid her blouse and her front-loading bra and then there they were in all their glory. They were lovely and big with large nipples. I then asked if she would take the rest of her clothes off. She was a bit reluctant saying that I was getting two for the price of one, but eventually she agreed and dropped her skirt and knickers. She had a large patch of pubic hair but when I reached forward to touch it, she pulled back. I tried to get her to touch my penis, but B wasn’t having it. That was pretty much the end of our first meeting. On our second meeting, we went back to the same place. This time I met her on the way and we cycled over together. About halfway I asked her if she wanted to see my penis before it got hard. She agreed and I got my soft cock out for her. We then continued to our secret place and I immediately stripped off. My penis had already got hard in anticipation of what was to come. B undid her blouse and bra to show me her breasts and then asked me to take her skirt and knickers off, which I did in a shot. This time B was rather more curious about my penis and she gave it a gentle touch, remarking on how stiff it was. She then asked me if I would like to suck her nipple, which I did, but I sucked it a little too hard and she squealed! We had discussed having sex, but I was a little nervous in case any accidents happened, so I suggested that I put my penis up her bottom. B cautiously agreed. Not having learned the joys of masturbation yet, I just stood there with it inside her. As we both found nothing much was happening, I withdrew. I asked if I could have a look at her between her legs. B lay down on the ground on her back and opened her legs to reveal her hairy fanny. She let me put my finger inside her and then I licked her. We then dressed and cycled around for a bit. I’d promised B that I would show her my penis getting erect, so we found somewhere out of the way and I opened my flies and pulled my flaccid penis out. It didn’t take long for it to start to grow. B asked me what I had to do to get it to do that and I had to reply that it did it on its own! By the third time we met, I’d had my first orgasm. I stripped off as normal proudly showing my erection then B asked me to undress her. She had grown more pubic hair since the last time I had seen her and now had a nice trail leading up to her navel. I asked B if she would like to suck my penis. She knelt down and took it in her mouth. I can still remember how wonderfully warm it felt. I then asked her if she’d like to see me wank. B immediately said yes so I started rubbing myself. It only took a few moments for me to reach orgasm and shoot several ropes of cum towards her. That was the last time we met up sadly. I had hoped for another meeting where I could have asked B to wank me off. After we left school, we didn’t see each other for many years, but thanks to Friends Reunited, we met up again some years ago. The spark was still there and we ended up in bed together. This time though we were both much more worldly wise and we had the most fantastic night of sex ever. In the morning, B grabbed my penis and began wanking me to full erection before gently sucking me. She then asked if for old times sake, I would masturbate for her. Of course I agreed! Hi All. I’m Allie (Allison). My husband, Mel (Melvin), normally writes these kinds of things but he’s in the UK for a few days, and since I’m feeling bored and lonely (aah!) I thought I’d do it. We are originally from Northern Ireland although we lived in Wales for quite a few years and now live in Reims in the Champagne region of France. Although we are quite mature regarding age, we are new to this world of organized nudity (oh, all right then, Mel is 60 and I’m 58). Also, although I never would have believed it, we have turned out to be a little bit naïve as you will see. We thought you might like to hear what’s been happening to us.
I should begin by saying that by most people’s definitions we are not naturists. However, we like being naked. We lived in South Wales for quite a few years and after the children had flown the nest we somehow or other drifted into the habit of being nude around the house. We didn’t participate in any naturist events or indeed go to any naturist centres but when on holiday we usually went somewhere abroad where we could indulge our liking for nudity on the beaches. In Wales we didn’t know anybody else who shared our liking for the unclothed life but we were generally happy being naked by ourselves and having our fun on holiday.
Anyway, a few years ago we decided to sell up and move to France. We sold our house and publishing business for an obscene amount of money which left us financially secure and bought an old place which we’ve been restoring gradually, doing a lot of the work ourselves and it is now looking really good. Clothes was never an issue particularly during the summers, we just didn’t wear any! Being nude is for us a way of life. Our property comes with over 25 acres of ground and about another 10 acres of woodland. We have a large drive and our nearest neighbours live half a mile away so we are in the perfect position to indulge our passion for nudity. We don’t have many unannounced visitors because of our location but people such as our post lady and our meter readers have at various times seen both of us naked and nobody has ever batted an eyelid. I must add that we don’t go out of our way to force our lifestyle on anybody else. If anyone is coming to stay we wear clothes and we keep T-shirts and shorts handy just in case someone like the local priest drops in, usually when he wants a donation!
We weren’t sure what steps we could take next because it excited us that some people were seeing us au natural and we really wanted to be naked around other people and not just with ourselves. We felt/feel excited about the prospect. I am a large woman, UK size 16-18, but I’m also 5’11 and a half” (the 1/2 inch is important!) tall. I’ve always been big although now I have extra wobbly bits whereas 25-30 years ago I was big but fit. In another life I played hockey to international standard. I represented Ireland at Under 17, Under 19 and Senior levels. I was always around naked or semi-naked women and I have never had any problems with body image. I have 36DD breasts and I have to say that when I go out I dress to show them off. Obviously I could no longer get away with minis (mutton and lamb and all that!), but my boobs are still remarkably firm and if I’m going out for the evening, I seldom wear a bra and nobody has complained yet!
Mel is smaller than me by about four inches (in bare feet! When I wear heels he’s a midget!! Sorry love!) but again he has no problems with body image. He probably only has about a three-pack now when once he had a six-pack and a couple of love handles here and there but for an oldie, he is quite well preserved! What he lacks in height he makes up for in the trouser department! Trust me when I say this is an area in which I most certainly have had some experience and he is definitely gifted!
If I’m being honest I have to say that at heart I’ve probably always been something of an exhibitionist. I love the idea of being nude in the company of others. I lost my virginity at 14 to a boy a couple of years older than me; from him tearing off his clothes to ejaculation took no more than 60 seconds (foreplay? what’s that?), and I can remember thinking ‘Is that all there is to it?’. Thankfully, it wasn’t! From then until well into my 20s I was, quite frankly, extremely promiscuous. I was heavily into one-night stands and I was carrying condoms and shaving my pussy when nice girls didn’t do things like that. Myself and my friends (there were four of us), used to regularly go on the pull at weekends. I have an older brother and he and his friends used to talk about the 3 ‘Ws’ (whip it in, whip it out and wipe it). Our motto was the 3 ‘Fs’ (find them, fuck them and forget them). Our pulling gear was mini skirts or mini dresses, low cut tops. I remember having a PVC dress so low and so short that top and bottom almost met in the middle! Really classy! When we were on the pull, we wore no underwear and if any of you girls out there have ever stood on a raised balcony nine feet above floor level knowing people below can see that you aren’t wearing knickers, you’ll know what a turn-on it is!
My girlfriends and myself from those days are still in touch. Like me, they are all happily married with grown up families. We speak to each other regularly and meet up when we are all in the same place at the same time.. None of us have any regrets about those days. Of course, looking back at it now, it seems as though we took crazy risks. We went back to men’s houses often when they were sharing digs and other men were present, we drove with them to quiet spots in the back of beyond but nothing ever happened to any of us that we didn’t want to happen. I’m not saying I would do it all again, but I am saying that I only think of those days with fondness.
I have absolutely no idea how many people I have had sex with over the years and it might frighten me if I ever tried to count them up, but it’s a lot. In my time, I’ve tried just about everything but no more than threesomes. I’ve even had a couple of lesbian flings but nice though they were, I found on the whole that I preferred men. I suppose our hedonistic lifestyle lasted the best part of 10 years until something happened which changed my life for ever. I met Mel. Our club hockey team was taking part in a tournament which was being held at a holiday camp in the south of Ireland. Mel happened to be at the same camp with friends. At first he was just a pick-up like all the others; I saw him in one of the bars and thought ‘I fancy that’. We started talking, had a couple of drinks and he took me back to my chalet. I couldn’t believe it when he just kissed me goodnight and didn’t try anything on. However it transpired that he only lived about 8 miles away from me. Anyway he asked me out on a date and I completely changed my lifestyle and became, at the time, a one-man woman. Mel taught me that for years I had been having sex, now with him, I was making love. We have now been married for 30 years and we’ve raised two lovely children.
I’m not going to say that we have always been totally faithful to each other. With Mel, the sex has always been fantastic and he is one of those all-too-rare men who always put their partner’s satisfaction before their own. However we have always been highly sexual people and every now and again, we have fancied a change. Usually one-night stands on both our parts which were totally meaningless and which the other was aware of but once on my part, it got a bit heavier and I had a full blown affair with a friend’s husband which nearly wrecked two marriages. This was the only time when I didn’t tell Mel who I was seeing. I suppose deep down I was ashamed of what I was doing. Thankfully I realized in time what I was in danger of losing and what I was in danger of doing to another family and pulled back. When I ended the relationship, I knew I had to tell Mel the truth. When I did, he looked at me and told me that he had always known about the affair but he loved me and knew I would come to my senses eventually. I thought that was such a beautiful thing to say to me and after we had both had a good cry, I resolved then and there that I would never again do anything which could hurt this wonderful man. That was about 12 years ago and neither of us has had any flings since then. However, I digress . . .
I’ve managed to get way off the subject so to return to it, we decided to put an advert in one of the local papers asking if anyone out there would be interested in getting together for naked evenings. We got about a dozen replies and this is where our naivety came in. All our replies came from swingers, which we genuinely hadn’t even thought about! Anyway, the whole idea excited us and having talked about it for some days we then thought why not. Let’s give it a try. So we picked one reply about 10 miles away from us who just happened to be roughly our age and rang them.
We spoke to this couple who sounded really nice and who said that six of them (four English and two French) met up once a month at each other’s houses for an adult evening. This was on a Wednesday and their next evening was the following Saturday and they invited us along. Anyway, we went along to their house with a great deal of trepidation and were greeting at the door by our hosts who were both stark naked. We were then introduced to the other two couples who were also naked. We were then invited to strip off ourselves which we did.
We went into their living room and the first thing we saw was the coffee table with a number of sex toys and a dish of condoms on it. We sat down and were given a drink and then rules of the meeting were explained to us. Total nakedness was compulsory from the time of arrival to the time of departure. No-one would be expected to do anything he or she felt unhappy with.. For all penetrative sex, male to male or male to female, a condom must be worn, but for oral sex or masturbation, it was a matter for the participants to agree on. The living room was for a meeting place only and no genital fondling or touching was permitted. Any sexual acts must take part in one of the bedrooms and the bedroom doors must always be left open. Still photography was permitted but if anyone did not want to be identified, their faces or any identifying marks must not be shown. Finally, as newcomers we would not be allowed to participate in the evening’s sexual activities but must leave when those activities started. If we wished to join, we could contact Julia and Ben (our hosts) and say so over the next few days, and provided all the others had agreed to have us join, we could start from next month.
While we were all sitting talking and having a drink, it was obvious that Mel was feeling just a bit uncomfortable. He had this huge hard-on which he was unsuccessfully trying to hide! However, the others made it clear that this wasn’t a problem and indeed we soon learned that erections while talking and drinking in the living room were far from uncommon. Our problem that evening was that the other men could do something to get rid of theirs, but Mel was stuck with his, at least until we got home!
For our first evening we didn’t want to outstay our welcome, and we really wanted to get home as we were both well turned on, so we left after about an hour and left our hosts and their guests to do what they had come for. We just about made it in through the door before we were ripping off each other’s clothes and having wild sex!
We talked things over and decided that if the others wanted us, we would love to join their group. I rang Julia who said the others would be delighted to have us join and we started the next month. A couple of days before the meeting we shaved each other. Sometimes we are shaven, sometimes not - we go through phases where we prefer one or the other but I always shave Mel and he shaves me. It takes much longer than doing it ourselves but for us, it's part of foreplay. We had the most amazing evening. We have been swinging now for almost a year and it’s been fantastic. The eight of us get on brilliantly. Apart from the sex, we all genuinely like each other and I can’t now imagine not being involved with them. During our time with them, we have taken a number of photos but to be honest, I have to say that most of them are just the sort of thing you can find on porn sites anywhere on the net. Straight and gay sex, oral, anal etc. In fact on the porn sites the standard of photography is so much better since many of our photos have been taken by somebody whose hand has been shaking a bit! The difference of course is the photos are actually of us and our friends so they are a bit of a personal turn-on.
We do have one photo though which we and our friends think is fantastic.. Mel and I made clear that no matter what happened during the evening, our finale would be to have sex with each other. Usually this means what it says, full sex but it isn’t necessary. It can be as simple as gentle kissing and petting although usually it’s more than that! This particular photo is taken probably about two minutes after we had had great sex.. We are both lying on our backs on the bed. Mel has his right leg across my left thigh. My legs are spread and my fanny has that slightly puffy look which the women out there will recognize you get after good sex. The photo was taken by our friend Julia who had just rolled down and taken off Mel’s condom and his cock is semi erect and glistening with cum. It is obvious that we had just fucked each other. We think it is beautiful to the extent that we have had it blown up in black and white, framed, and it is now hanging on our bedroom wall. It’s really arty!
So what of the future. Well, swinging is definitely a must for us. As I’ve said before, we’re both extremely sexual people and changing partners for an evening really does it for us. We have always had a great sex life. We’re both getting on a bit now and we probably don’t have sex as often as we did in our 20s and 30s but we believe in quality over quantity. We make love, as opposed to having sex, three or four times a week. Making love for us is an event, which isn’t to say it’s not spontaneous because it is. However, it doesn’t have to happen at night. It can be during the day, in the evening, or indeed at night, whenever we want but it always lasts two to three hours. We always start with a shared bath or shower, followed by kissing and non-genital touching and caressing before we progress to full-on petting and sex, which might be hetero, anal or oral or indeed a combination and may or may not involve sex toys. We end with another shared shower. That side of our life has not changed. What has changed is the fact that in addition we now will have occasional ‘quickies’. We never wear clothes around the house as I’ve already said so we don’t have to struggle with buttons or tights etc! If the notion takes us, that’s it! As Mel says, there’s a time and place for a quickie, the time is any time and the place is any place when the time’s right! About a week ago, we had sex, as opposed to making love!, outside, against the wall of the barn! The temperature was about three degrees!
I must clarify something here. Neither I nor Mel are advocating that people should become swingers.. It most definitely is not for everybody. Swinging should come with a health warning. ‘Beware! Swinging can seriously damage your relationship.’ Before you get into it, you must be absolutely sure that it is what the both of you want. If one of you has even the slightest problem with it, then it’s not for you. You must think of the consequences. Will the green-eyed monster of jealousy rear its head. Ladies, does it bother you that your partner may fantasize about somebody else who might have better tits than you? Gentlemen, can you live with the fact that your partner might prefer Mr X because his cock is bigger than yours? Can both of you watch your partner get fucked in every orifice by a number of men and women and not get jealous? As I say, it works for us and for our swinging partners because we are all perfectly happy in our relationships. The youngest member of our group is a fantastically beautiful 43-year-old French Algerian with the most incredible body. She has a firm bust and legs which go on for ever, but she is a real doll and none of us feel threatened by her. Mel and I love each other to bits and we really love swinging but believe me if there was the slightest possibility of it affecting our home life, we would end it tomorrow.
We are also excited about something else. We have been to the local mairie and spoken to the local mayor. We have been given permission to turn our farmhouse into a naturist B&B. Up to the moment we have done most of the alterations to our farmhouse ourselves and the downstairs has been just about completed. Our own bedroom is on this floor. We are now calling in the builders to finish the upstairs renovation. When completed there will be a further three large double bedrooms, all with en-suite facilities.. In the spring they will be building our swimming pool and hot tub with patio/sunbathing area. We want to have all this completed before taking paying guests. Hopefully the Melal Naturist Guest House will be ready for visitors by the end of the summer. We discussed advertising early in 2009 but decided against because French builders are notoriously unreliable. We will be doing a website and advertising in magazines such as H&E but not being terribly familiar with the naturist scene we don’t really know where else we could advertise. If anyone has any suggestions (possibly you might Peter?) we would love to hear them. We can be contacted at melal@rocketmail.com. We had thought that an advert in some national newspapers might be worth a try but I don’t know if naturists would look at any adverts there.
We also have a two- to three-year plan for the remainder of the premises. We want to build toilet and shower blocks, and put in water and electricity for a campsite. We have already been given the OK to do this so provided the French workmen actually turn up to do some work, it should happen.
I have to say here that we are not opening premises for swingers. The majority of naturists are, we believe, not swingers and we want to cater for them. At the same time, we are not the morals police and what people do in the privacy of their own rooms is not our business. Provided, of course, everything is between consenting adults. All we are saying is that just as our little group of eight have their rules, so also will we, so no sex around the swimming pool!
Our French friends, Veronique and Jean-Michel own and run a restaurant in Reims. Jean-Michel is a fantastic chef who worked at Raymond Blanc’s Le Manoir de Quatre Saisons in Oxfordshire for a couple of years before opening his own place here, so we hope to run naturist gastronomic courses a couple of times a year. They also know a naturist masseuse locally and although with just three rooms to let in the main building there would not be enough work for her on a regular basis, perhaps we will be able to work out something when we have the campsite up and running. We know she teaches her form of massage which is something I know nothing at all about but apparently part of her massage concerns various erogenous zones (and I’m not just talking tits and genitals here). I’m actually having a massage with her soon and I can’t wait! If she’s as good as our friends say and she’s willing, perhaps we will be able to organize some massage courses even if it has to be out of season. We also have a small lake on our property which is well stocked, so fishing holidays are another possibility. At present, nothing is ruled in or ruled out.
Anyway, I think I’ve gone on long enough here so if anyone wants to go on our mailing list or indeed just want a general chat, just drop us a line and we will send you details of our building progress as it happens, or indeed, lack of it if the builders run true to form and it doesn’t happen, at least not quickly!
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Lost Virginity?
Please! Take It!!! Like most of us who were in our teens around 1960, my only real sexual outlet was masturbation. The girls liked to make out and some enjoyed heavy petting, but very few went "all the way". So, the end of a date meant an instant hardon as the kissing started and a case of "blue balls" by the time the evening was over. After taking my date home, I'd stop at a secluded area for a nice outdoor jackoff before going home. I went all the way through high school with plenty of opportunities to play with girl's breasts and sometimes with their pussies. One girl and I had dated on and off for a few years and were more or less "steadies". After graduation, I went away to technical school in another city but she and I wrote to each other and dated when I went home for visits. On each of the visits, we'd take up where we left off with the heavy petting, sometimes with clothing partially removed so I could kiss her breasts and she could stroke my dick. Although there was plenty of stimulation, I always controlled myself and didn't squirt all over the place. She wasn't stroking me with a lot of intent, mostly playing anyway, which was fine with me. I enjoyed the opportunity to kiss and play and explore. Also, I didn't have a clue about how to start fucking! OK, so I have an outee and she has an inee and I knew what it was like to put a finger inside her. But, how the heck do I get my dick lined up for the plunge? Thankfully, she was still holding off on that part of it. That is, until another visit. I'm not sure of her motivation to take the relationship to the next level, except the longer we were living in separate cities, the closer she seemed to be getting to going all the way with me. Perhaps, she thought I'd find another girl where I was living. Well, I wasn't blind - there were plenty of girls where I was, too! Anyway, on one of my trips back home, she and I went out to a movie then to a secluded parking area. In fairly short order, enough of our clothes were off to allow easy access to all of the fun parts. After some extended touching around each other, we positioned ourselves on the front seat of the car so I was mostly between her legs. I was fumbling around and she finally told me to find "it" with my finger first. I did and then tried to poke my dick inside. When I thought I was there, I began to move around some and, since she didn't say anything else, I assumed I was where I needed to be. It felt wet and warm and we wallowed around that way for a while. It felt good, but I didn't cum and wasn't sure when to stop. I was too nervous to be aware of much of anything! The following day, I had to return to class in the other city. Of course, that meant a return to my normal masturbatory exercises. As I thought about the experience of a few nights before, I came to the realization that I probably didn't really have my dick totally inside her pussy, but was just wallowing mostly in her slit. In any case, the experience provided some great enhancement to my masturbation sessions. A few weeks later, I traveled back home and had a date with the girl. Again, we drove to a secluded area after a movie for some fun. Perhaps because of the experience on my previous trip, we got most of our clothes off as we began to make out. We spent quite a while fondling each other, all the while getting more and more into the missionary position. I was far less nervous than before and had no problem getting my dick securely inside her pussy. I had read how I should pace myself and take my time. I started an easy pumping action and she seemed to be enjoying it also. After a few minutes of pumping while continuing the kissing and touching, nature took control and I began to pump a bit faster. Less than a minute later, I felt myself at the point of no return and pulled out of her to shoot my load. Being amateurs at the act and it being the early 60's, neither of us had thought of condoms and she wasn't on the pill. The only option was for me to pull out and hope none of my little swimmers were inside her. There was no issue, thank heaven! Having finally completed an act of intercourse to achieve orgasm was very satisfying in more ways than one. I had not learned some of the more advanced forms of masturbation that simulated intercourse, so the only way I had cum before was using my hand. While my hand gave me a lot of control over my orgasms, I realized that intercourse with a woman provided a more complete, full body sensation. Not that one can't give oneself a toe-tingling orgasm by hand, but involving the motion of the entire body in the act of stimulation to orgasm takes it to a much higher level. Nature took its course in another way over the next few months. I completed my studies and took my first real job in a town that was closer to, but still a few hours from, my home town and the girl who helped me lose my virginity. I dated a few girls and met one with whom I had a lot in common. After a few weeks, we began to spend as much time in bed as we did anything else. The education I received with the first girl paid off with my new girlfriend. Several months into our relationship, we married. James' story about masturbation with is girlfriend I first realized that I enjoyed masturbating with an audience during my time with Suzie. She was a work colleague and part of a small circle of (all female bar me) friends who would get together at one of our houses every other Saturday night. Alcohol would flow and we would all have a merry time. One evening, one of the girls got a little too merry and went to bed early. This left me, Suzie and one other girl. Inevitably the conversation turned to sex and we spent the next half hour or so going over what we had done, what we would like to do and what we would never do! I can't remember how it came about, but the next thing I knew, I'd been told to go upstairs, strip off and get into bed, and then the other two girls jumped in either side of me. We kissed and cuddled, but the fact that my arms were pinned down around them on either side of me limited what I could do with my hands. Suzie though did not have the same problem and soon discovered that I had not done as I had been told and stripped off completely. She tried to get her hand inside my briefs and I did everything I could to help by breathing in as hard as I could but to no avail. She then told the other girl that I wasn't naked and together they pulled my briefs off. Suzie then grasped my penis which I'm afraid to say was completely flaccid, more to do with nervousness than anything else. The two girls then got out of bed and told me to get dressed and come downstairs which I did. When it was time to go to bed, I was told to sleep with Suzie who was a bit tiddly by now, to make sure she was ok. We slept together in the same single bed fully clothed unfortunately, but in the morning she did mention that during the night she had felt "something hard" pressing up against her. The next time we were all together, I was praying that I would be able to sleep with Suzie again, and I wasn't disappointed. At the end of the evening, Suzie and I got into the same single bed together and settled down. It was quite cramped and it soon got very warm, so I suggested that we stripped down to our underwear. She agreed and in no time was lying there in her white underwear, with me in my boxers. We kissed and cuddled for a while and then I felt brave and asked if I could take her bra off. She said that she'd do it as the clasp could be a little difficult. Off came her bra off to reveal the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever seen. They weren't enormous but they were pert, perfectly formed, and with nipples which were hardening by the second. By now, I was hard as a rock. Suzie suggested that we took the rest of our clothes off. I leapt out of bed and pulled my boxers down. "That didn't take long did it?" she said when my erection popped out. I looked down and saw that Suzie had taken her knickers off. In front of me was the hairiest pussy I'd ever seen. Thick and dark, with a thin trail heading up to her navel. I got back into bed and kissed her. She responded and soon we were tonguing each other. I became brave and touched her breast, gently circling her nipple. As I met no resistance, I asked whether I could touch her down below. She opened her legs and I slowly slid my hand down her body and through her thick pubic hair. It was obvious that I was making a hash of it when she took my hand and offered to show me, using my fingers, how she liked to be touched. This was such a turn on for me, and was my first real lesson in how to please a woman. After some cuddling and kissing, I took Suzie's hand and put it on my penis which was by now ready to explode. "Why don't we both masturbate?" she said. "Don't think I'm weird, I just like to watch. You can cum on any part of me". How could I refuse? I got up and sat astride her. When I felt her hand pass under me heading towards her genitals, I grabbed my penis and we were off. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was doing something I loved doing, while at the same time someone I really fancied was doing the same thing! Watching Suzie's facial expressions and her hand flitting from breast to breast, playing with her nipples made everything much more exciting. Eventually I could hold out no longer and I leant forward depositing a huge load of semen on her breasts. "You could have started a clan with that lot!" she said. It remains the best wank of my life. When I woke up in the morning still beside her, I was soon erect again as I looked at her exposed breasts and pussy. Another wank was definitely on the cards and just before I came, I woke her and she watched as I came over her pubic hair. Sleeping together on our Saturday night get-togethers now became the norm. I couldn't wait for bedtime to come around, so that I could watch Suzie take her clothes off. Sometimes she wouldn't wear a bra, other times she would surprise me and not wear any knickers. Always though, after some cuddling and kissing, she would order me to either "wank" or "masturbate" and I would oblige, covering some part of her with my liquid. These sessions continued for many months until we sadly drifted apart. We did have intercourse on many occasions, but it was still watching me masturbate which she seemed to enjoy most. I was now a big fan of masturbating in front of my lovers though. It always seemed such a rude thing to do. All my girlfriends enjoyed watching me masturbate - either in person or via webcam - and occasionally we would indulge in mutual masturbation. Masturbating alone is great, but having someone watching you, for me at least, takes it to an extra level. An Experience on an Australian Beach.... I was at a secluded
nude beach here in Australia during the summer and a couple aged
in their mid fifties lying down close-by were having a jolly
good time between themselves. Being the only other person on
the beach, they invited me to join in (being a single male in
my mid-twenties) to which I happily did as the wife was quite
attractive.
Having already contributed an article about my first experiences of being naked, I wanted to share an early experience with masturbation which turned into an exploration of anal sex. If you've read my first article you will have discovered that I enjoy being naked outside and this event is again set outside whilst camping overnight in my parental back garden with a friend of mine called David. It was during the summer after my A levels and David and I decided to camp out overnight, with the usual supply of alcohol. The first order of the night was to go garden creeping, which we did clothed, after which we returned to the tent and consumed the alcohol talking as you do. After a while, and a few drinks the subject inevitably turned to masturbating, or wanking as David put it. "Have you ever tried being wanked off by someone else?" he asked, to which I replied that I hadn't. "Soon fix that," said David, throwing off his clothes. I knew he was adventurous so not to be left out, I undressed as well and David then spent a good 10 minutes examining my penis, pulling the foreskin back and forward a few times, seeming to enjoy the way I became erect and the skin moved. He then asked me to turn over and he spent a further 10 minutes examining my buttocks and bum hole before gently running his finger between my buttocks, pausing over my bum hole and pressing it gently whilst slipping his other hand under my front to massage my penis. I couldn't help
but let out a soft moan of enjoyment at which point David flipped
me over and asked me to start massaging his penis in the same
way. I drew the line at the finger work, but it was interesting
to see a foreskin going back and forward from another angle and
not from above or being the owner of it! "Turn over" he said, so I duly lay down on my front only for David to begin smearing the lubricant over and between my buttocks and around my bum hole. "You've got a nice ass" he commented, which I wasn't altogether sure how to take. His fingers were gentle and massaged my bum hole before he slipped a finger in, wiggling it slightly as he did so. Again, his other hand went hunting for my penis and to my surprise and delight, I became erect again. David then started to rub his penis up and down my crack a few times until he became hard and he then inserted 2 fingers into my bum hole saying "need to make sure I'll fit in". The gentle motion caused me to let out another moan of pleasure which seemed to spur him on. He then grabbed me across my hips and pulled me up into a kneeling position saying "try kneeling with your bum in the air". David knelt behind me, I knew what was going to happen next but I was eager to find out what it would be like. Gently, he eased himself in and began pumping slowly. Alternating between massaging my buttocks and fondling my penis, he eventually exploded inside me. "Wow" he said, "I've never done that before, how did it feel?" "Ok" I replied, not wishing to appear too eager even though it had actually been quite enjoyable. "Now you do me" said David. I began applying the lubricant to his buttocks and crack, lingering over his bum hole as he had mine, before taking the plunge and pushing one finger gently in initally, copying the wiggling motion, and then withdrawing my finger to re enter him with two. "Ok, so now try it with your dick", commanded David, "you've shown I can take it". He assumed the position and I knelt behind him, pushing gently. I found it hard to make penetration and slipped off target a couple of times at which point David said "pass yourself here, we'll put on some more lube", grabbing my penis and pulling me with it towards him as he did so. He applied the lube to my penis, pulling my foreskin right back first to apply it liberally to my glans and the inside of my foreskin, and then pushing it forward and greasing my penis along its length. "Need to make sure it works this time" he said. We assumed our positions and this time I managed to get inside him, pausing just as I entered him. "Now what?" I asked. "Push it in all the way and pump it" he replied. Copying him, I massaged his buttocks and fondled his penis, and after a few strokes of his penis he climaxed at which I climaxed and exploded inside him as he had me. "Wow, that was fun" said David, "thanks, I always wondered what it would be like". With that, David spent some time examining my penis and scrotum again, playing with my foreskin as he did so, pulling it back even further than I thought possible, before asking me to turn over once more to examine my bum, crack and hole. He inserted his fingers a few more times before he flipped me over again to try and pull me off but I was too tired so we both decided it was time to get dressed and go to sleep after cleaning ourselves up. It was an innocent experimentation session with sex and masturbation, and it helped us both decide our preferred orientation, and we've both stuck to them ever since. I prefer vaginal sex, there's more to stimulate and play with, and I just admire and am attracted to the female form too much. I don't look at men at all and don't particularly enjoy posing nude in front of them at art classes. Stimulating my Wife actually turns me on, which I really enjoy. I still enjoy a good wank every now and then, either being pulled off by my Wife or when I entertain myself, and even use the odd toy to heighten the pleasure. I'm sure David's still doing the same wherever he is. My sexual adventures
started at about age 13 when I was sent to my Aunts house to
have my weekly bath, (they were posh), and we didn't have an
indoor bathroom, just a toilet outside. Mike's Experiences: My name is Mike
Tuck. My
story is about male on male. I was about 16 when I had my first
sexual encounter with a male school friend who, if I remember
correctly was a year lower than me. I was attracted to him.
I recently visited a naturist health spa on the South Coast whilst on business. I'd never been to one before but had read many good things about this one online. After enjoying the many facilities there, I decided to spend a little time in the rest area. I walked by three or four men standing outside wearing their towels around their waists. When I sat down in a room, one man edged closer to the door and started playing with himself. Despite being rather nervous, I took my penis in my hand and began to rub it. He then came into the room, closed and locked the door and lay next to me. We both then started to cuddle and touch each other's rapidly growing penises. I'd not held anyone else's penis since childhood. He was circumcised with a big purple head. After my initial attempts to masturbate him, he realised that I was new to this game and rubbed some saliva on the tip. This helped greatly and soon I was getting into the swing of things. After a short while he said he was getting close, so I picked up the pace until he ejaculated. He tried to reciprocate but I think nerves held me back. I then took his cock in my mouth - another first - and sucked and licked him for a while. Later, another chap tried giving me a blow job but we were interrupted. I did think about going back to the Rest Rooms to see if I could wank someone else off but by then the numbers had dwindled and it was time for me to head off. The following day I returned after work. Just after I got into the jacuzzi, another man joined me followed by several others. He moved to let them get in and ended up sitting right up against me. Some minutes later, I felt his hand brush my leg and after finding no opposition, he slowly moved his hand towards my groin. He took my penis in his hand and started to wank it. I soon became hard, and felt both excited and nervous about being masturbated with several other people there who may not (or may!) have known what was going on. I moved my hand to his crotch and began to rub his semi-erect penis. This went on for several minutes until I thought I had best end things before I ejaculated. I left the jacuzzi and went upstairs to the top floor for a lie down. Some moments later I felt a hand on my leg and found that my new found friend had come to find me. He massaged my torso for a while and then his hands went down to my penis again, which soon stood to attention. He suggested that we went to the rest rooms for a massage and I duly agreed. Once safely locked in a room together we rubbed and sucked each other. My friend stopped me before he ejaculated because he didn't want to cum yet. We left the room and noticed that in another room with an open door, a woman was lying on her back surrounded by men. She was wanking two off, and several others were kneeling by her masturbating furiously. I stood by the door and began to rub my hardening penis. I was invited to kneel next to the lady by her partner. This gave me a great view of her shaved pussy and allowed me to play with her nipples for a while. It was a great feeling masturbating openly in front of all these strangers. They eventually decided that they wanted to go for a sauna, so that fun was over for a while. I went downstairs
and spent some more time enjoying the steam rooms and saunas.
Later on, my new friend returned. We sat and chatted for a while
and then he suggested going into the jacuzzi again. After getting
in, we both grabbed each other's penis and began to wank them.
After a few minutes, we decided to go upstairs to the rest rooms
again. I didn't bother putting a towel around me, even though
I had a full and very hard erection. It was quite exciting walking
upstairs wondering whether one of the staff would catch me! Once
in the rest rooms, we continued to wank each other off. My friend
eventually came in my hand and after a bit more chat excused
himself. I was still hard and in need of relief, so I wanked
myself off before getting dressed and heading back to my hotel
after an evening I will remember for a long time.  |