This is not a story from a client. It is something that I myself participated in the other evening, and it was great! This was with a fellow that I get together with every few weeks. We are both married. His wife and mine aren't very sexual, so we get our needs (wants?) met by each other, and very nicely met, I might add!
Johan is an athletic fellow - he likes running marathons, and he is young compared to me at somewhere in his early 40s. (I'm surprised he wants to hang out with a guy so much older, but delighted.) He had evidently come home from work only minutes before I arrived and his apartment was cold. We sat side by side on his leather sofa and looked at a bit of hetero porn while waiting for the heat to come up. It didn't take long, and without speaking about it, we both stripped off all our clothes except we left our shirts on, until it warmed up a bit more. We were just idly touching our own hardening dicks while sitting there. He had already thrown a sheet-covered mattress on the floor in front of the TV, and he invited me to lay down on it. Our style, which I very much enjoy, is to 'do' each other individually. Like the way massages are generally given. In other words, for five or ten minutes, I'll focus on doing things to him while he just lays there and enjoys it. Then we'll switch and he'll do things to me for about the same amount of time, then we switch again, over and over. Sometimes we'll go as long as 20 minutes per person and maybe 5 or 6 sessions each. We trade off when a feeling is starting to subside, or more often when we are getting too close to ejaculating. So, edging is a big part of what we typically do. We have a few techniques that we particularly like. We generally start with very light touching of the genitals. I mean really light, so one can hardly tell if one is being touched or not. Yet, this is extremely sensitive. We often use a sheet of toilet paper, just ever so slightly swiping a corner over the other guy's scrotum or underside of the penis. It makes the penis harden fully immediately, and it often twitches, even bounces up an inch or two with each touch. We slowly evolve to more strenuous play, involving some light, then moderate, then hard testicle massage. We add in some glans rubbing. I'll rub the palm of my hand over the tip of his penis, and he'll do the same to me. It makes one squirm, and want to get away at first. We start out dry, then add lube. For some reason, it is twice as intense with lube than without. You'd think it would be the other way around. Some people actually have to be tied down to get the full effect. It is horrible, yet delightful. In a few minutes, it transmutes, so one no longer has to squirm, and it becomes quite interesting. Sort of a mix of 'gotta pee' and 'gonna cum' feeling, but one doesn't pee or cum. At least not usually. I did it to a younger guy (age 19) once, and he did start peeing uncontrollably. But that's another story. In general, I like light treatment, but Johan is a real expert. He knows what part of the male system are too sensitive, and which areas can be handled firmly. With him, I seem to enjoy it rather rough. He'll squeeze and massage my balls harder and harder, until I'm tempted to stay "Stop!" But I don't. I want to find out how much I can take. Plus, interestingly, my dick gets harder than ever when he's doing my balls. After one of these testicle treatments, I feel something unique the rest of the day and into the next. I feel an awareness of my balls. I sort of feel their weight, their presence. It's not a bad thing. Rather nice, really. We usually have some experiment we've been planning to try on our evenings. It will be something we discussed by email. He likes fisting, and we've done variations of that. It is not difficult to work my whole hand into his ass. I just have do it slowly, and sure enough, his sphincter slowly lets me in. Whereas he sometimes has a bit of trouble getting fully erect, this does it for him every time, even though I'm usually not touching his penis when I do it. He wants me to go as deep as I can, and we've tried to exceed the limit several times, including this evening. There is a restriction about 8 inches in. I think it is at the top of the rectum where it curves around and becomes the descending colon. First, I have to feel around and find the opening. It is sort of like putting on a long-sleeve shirt in which one of the sleeves is folded over, and you have to figure out which way it is folded to get your arm in. So, finally, I find the path, and I slowly, gently push my fingers forward. But then there's that band. The maximum diameter is less than my hand. At first I was worried about injuring him, but he wants me to push forward, and evidently the human body is tough and flexible. Still, I haven't yet managed to get past that restriction. We'll keep working on it. While I'm in there, I feel around. I want to figure out exactly where his bladder is, maybe even feel his kidneys or his intestines. So far, I've come up with nothing definitive other than his spine. Everything else is just generally squishy. The spine is the one obvious thing when I'm in there. I have also pressed up with my fingers, which makes him flinch. I guess it hurts in some way. While I'm pressing up, I feel on his stomach with my other hand, and can feel those fingertips easily. They are about 2 inches below his belly button. After doing that for a while, he switched back to me, and gave me a full twenty minutes or more of edging, including lots of palm rubbing. At one point, I had a mini-orgasm. No ejaculation, so I was able to stay hard and enjoy the ongoing treatment. He too, had a mini-orgasm while I was working on him that evening. He also did one thing that I requested, which he did exquisitely: You may remember that I said I generally like things gentle. Like, my wife will just touch the tip of my penis with her fingertips while we talk about things for like a half-hour non-stop. I get fully hard, and delight in the gentle treatment. Sometimes, she'll go on to give me a traditional ejaculating handjob. But sometimes, she just says she's done, and I leave oddly satisfied, without cumming. But with Johan, gentle is not always the order of the day, and I love the change of pace, so to speak. So this evening, I wanted him to try to put his little finger into my peehole. With a bit of hydrogen peroxide on his hands and on my penis to make sure things stay sterile, he then puts some lube on my peehole and on his little finger and goes to work. At first, he just wiggles it gently into the opening, and it goes in only a fraction. It already feels great, and I've gotta be careful not to orgasm at that point. Then, he starts pushing and twisting with slowly increasing force. It hurts a bit, yet it is so exciting that I don't care. After a couple of minutes, the pinching-like sensation goes away, and it just feels good. But, despite how hard he tries, it just won't go in past the first knuckle. In time the pain exceeds the pleasure, and we stop for the evening. We'll practice that again, I'm sure. The other thing we were going to try, something we talked about once before, is I was going to pee into his penis. I'm surprised he wants that. I wouldn't want it the opposite way. But I was glad he's happy with his end of the experiment, because I was excited to try my end. So, as the evening started, I drank two glasses of water. After all the play that we had already done, I finally feel the need to pee, and it is starting to come on strong. We move to his bathroom, and stand in the tub. We press our dicks together, trying to align our peeholes. I start to let go with an experimental stream of piss. Most of it splashes out around his dick, and lands at our feet in the tub. He said he felt some of it flowing in, but I'm in doubt that it went very far up his urethra. So, we decided to get a length of aquarium tubing, but couldn't find it. We did find a ball-point pen, which he disassembled. It was a tube about six inches long and the diameter of a soda straw, but with a thicker wall. He modified the hole at the pointy end so it was as big around as the other end, then smoothed the edges by melting it slightly with a match. While he was doing that, I really, really had to pee! Having already peed a bit, I could barely hold it in, and in fact, I was pinching the end of my penis closed with one hand, just in case I couldn't hold it. This was going to be good! Finally, we returned to his bathtub. We tried to push the tube into his peehole, but his opening is quite a bit smaller than mine. He is really small. I'll have to watch him pee sometime. I'll bet it is a small-diameter, high-power stream. When he cums, it shoots far, and I think that's because of the small opening. The thing is, we couldn't get that tube to go in, so we just pressed it against the opening. The other end of the tube slid in my dick nicely. Suddenly, as I was absorbing a few inches of the tube, the other end did pop into his dick an inch or so. I immediately started to pee, and it splashed out around the tub on both ends. We squeezed our fingers around the tips of our dicks, essentially sealing the leaks, and I resumed pissing. I asked whether the urine was going into his bladder, and he said it was. At first, I was in doubt, because I felt a back pressure, like my urine wasn't flowing. My system automatically kind of pulsed. I don't know if you are familiar with the effect. If your urine is blocked, pretty soon your body will involuntarily contract your system jetting the urine out with extreme force. It is quite amazing, and unexpected the first time you experience it. The first time I did, I had tied my penis with a rope to see what happens when urine is blocked. At first, it wouldn't come out at all. Then, suddenly, my urethra contracted, and it forced it past the place where the rope was tied tightly around my penis. Fun, but slightly painful. Anyway, with him, after a couple of those pulses, I noticed that the urine was indeed flowing into him, still with some back pressure, but indeed flowing. Unfortunately, we didn't manage to transfer very much pee. Most of it leaked out, onto the floor of the bathtub. After the 'experiment' we cleaned up and returned to the mattress in his living room. I started giving him a blowjob, something I seldom do, but was attracted to doing so for him this time. He hardened way up, and started getting ejaculatory. I switched from blowjob to handjob. He said he was going to cum, so by prior arrangement, I squeezed the end of his dick with one hand while continuing to stroke with the other, and he started cumming. But nothing came out. Well, actually one little squirt escaped, but I managed to trap the rest inside. The orgasm lasted longer than usual, and he was loving it. After he settled down, I pressed downward on his penis with my forefinger, forcing the cum lower and lower back into his penis. When I couldn't move my fingers down any lower, I switched to my other hand, continuing the downward motion past his scrotum. I switched fingers again, and continued on his lower dick between his balls, next to his anus, and then into his anus. Finally, I was done and let go, hoping the sperm would not pour back up and out. It didn't. I think I succeeded in pushing his sperm into his bladder. He seemed to think so also, but couldn't quite tell. A minute later, he had to pee. I don't know whether it was the pushing of sperm that did it, or the urine I had pumped into him earlier. He went into the bathroom and peed. I should have watched, but I didn't. Oh well, next time! Upon returning, he said, "OK, let's see what more we can do for you." Now, I would have been satisfied to just leave at that point. I wouldn't want him to 'have' to do me after possibly losing the spirit. Because, you know how it can be after you ejaculate. Sometimes you don't want anything more sexual at that time. But he was totally OK with it. In fact, he wanted to do me. So, I laid back down on the mattress, and he resumed with the activities I had been enjoying: a mix of ball massage, glans rubbing, handjob and finger-in-peehole, until I felt that inevitable orgasmic feeling boiling up. I had him start and stop a few times, then it was too late, and I ejaculated all over the place. By prior request, he kept going with the hand job and glans rubbing. I was hoping to have a second ejaculation, but it was not to be. After a minute of that, it was just too torturous, and I had to ask him to stop. He didn't stop right away, but only several seconds later, which I actually appreciated. Now, as I'm writing this, I'm glowing with the good memory of the other night. I'm also thinking I wish I had done a couple of things differently. The main one was to have had more gumption to keep getting the treatment after I ejaculated. I think I could have handled it. I was too much of a baby. I should have asked him to rub my glans after the ejaculation no matter what, and see if I lose my erection, get it back, and cum again. Oh well, thet's something to try next time.
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