The Women Who Let Me Masturbate

I have already written about my early days masturbating. I lament that I never tried to suck a cock back then and am afraid I will never get a chance. Tonight I was cruising the net looking at photos, I found a lovely one that immediately took me back to my earliest days of ejaculation. I looked for others. So, I thought I would write a little about the women who helped me learn the fine craft of masturbation. Perhaps you will identify with this idea.

If I could talk to them, I would tell Cher Butler, China Lee, DeDe Lind, Allison Parks, Catalina Lamour, and others how much I appreciate what they did for me. I know why guys offer cum tributes. It looks like a messy way to foul a photograph. It is really the highest compliment a man can give to a woman who excites him. "Here. See what you do to me? See how hard my cock has gotten from looking at you. See how much cum you have caused?"

The early Playboy and Penthouse models were beautiful, elegant, confident, and kind. Why kind? Because they let themselves be photographed in the nude. It was still an age of innocence, I suppose, so their posing was in a way risky. Watch the film about Bettie Page, you'll see the risks she took and just how guileless she was. 

Why did they  expose themselves so willingly? I'd like to think that they saw through the camera lens to the teenaged boys and middle-aged guys, and old men who would be viewing the images. They saw the hard cocks being stroked sometimes slowly, sometimes feverishly. That sly smile in some of the images was when they imagined the man at the other end of the sequence had closed his eyes and began to buck his hips, throwing cum as hard and far as he could.

Unlike videos where the action is constant, a posed image lets a guy study the female form. See how that breast describes an arc from her shoulder and around to her chest. The nipple standing out so proudly in one photo and flattened in the next were wonders to be contemplated. With one hand on my cock and the other holding a magazine, I waited to ejaculate until I had found the right one, just the perfect photo to bring the cum out of me. 

I used to tear the magazines apart and keep my favorite images in a shirt box. That way I could spread them all out on the bed and stand over them stroking my cock. I talked to the women whose faces were smiling and whose eyes were looking back at me kindly. "Okay girls, who is going to make me cum tonight?"

I never liked Hustler. It was way too graphic. There was no beauty in the images. It was all about power and control and, frankly, demeaning. Bob Guccione and Hugh Hefner didn't debase women; they elevated them.

My mom found my stash of photos one day and asked me about them. I told her I thought they were beautiful, like art. "Well, just don't let your brother find them." She knew I was jerking off as often as I could. What mom would not think that. And my brother? Well, he deserved to see those naked women every bit as much as I did. So, when I went to college, he moved into my room. I left the box there. 

Even today, when I masturbate, I look at the images carefully. I examine the curves, the lines, the faces, the smiles, the eyes. What are they trying to tell me? "It's okay to look. Take your time. I am not going anywhere. Feel yourself. Let your cock get very hard. I'm waiting and watching." Then later, I imagine they are coaxing me to let go, "Oh you're so ready to cum. Show it to me. That's it. Show me what seeing my naked body does to you. That makes me very happy." 

Like I did back then, I do not rush to clean up. I let my semen cool and run in clear lines down my body. I want the women to see how they affected me. I want them to know how grateful I am for all the years of pleasure they have given to me. They were so generous. 

In my later years, i have enjoyed looking at men as well as women. I study their beautiful cocks as much as I did breasts. I love the curves, the smoothness, the hardness, the heat. I love to see them shooting cum, lots of cum. I don't like Bukake or gangbangs because the women don't look all that happy. But I do love seeing cum on their bodies and imagine that I might be able to lick it off. The women would let me run my tongue all over them slurping up the hot semen before it cooled. I have a recurring desire of having a cock in my mouth, perhaps shooting cum on me so I could feel the heat as each rope landed on my cheek or lips. And I hope that a woman would be there to watch me in my passionate delight.

If one day one of the women I have jerked off with would cross my path, I would say, "Thank you very much for all you did for me."

Perhaps you all have the same feelings of gratitude. I hope so. We have been blessed by all those beautiful bodies and all the cum we have been able to ejaculate looking at them.