How a Straight Guy Began Masturbating for Gay Men
For some people this sounds weird, but I'm a mostly straight guy who loves getting naked and masturbating for gay guys.
I have for my whole life (almost).
First time I ever intentionally stripped naked for a gay guy was at 17. Let's call him Joe.
I stripped for him as 17, then at 18, I began masturbating when I was naked in front of him. Then, knowing how being watched turned me on, Joe invited me to strip & stroke for him and a few of his friends.
Here's the whole story...
My family had a big house with pool in back yard and parents entertained a lot. Summer weekends was always busy at the pool, and my parents had a fair number of gay friends.
These guys were all older and not at all shy about hitting on me. When they did, I'd just smile and say no. But I also wasn't afraid of provoking this behavior from them. I was a seriously in shape athlete, and when they would sit there around the pool and talk about what they wanted to do to me, I would do little things to provoke them.... like saying no to a guy and then immediately picking up the bottle of suntan oil and spreading it onto my body while they watched.
Well, Joe was always more subtle. He never hit on me or talked about sex. He just, from time to time, would say he knew I wasn't interested in any of that, and tell me it's just that I had a body that any gay guy would die to see.
One time he told me, "as much as I would love to see you naked, your body is exquisite enough in a swimsuit. I hope you don't mind, but one of my favorite reasons for being here is seeing you out by the pool."
That went on for the whole summer when I was 17, with lots of people at our pool and home every weekend.
Then, towards the end of the summer, I was in the kitchen when Joe came into the house from the pool looking for a band aid. Now, I knew where we had band aids right in one of the kitchen drawers, but I had an idea. I told him I had whatever kind he needed and to follow me and I'd get him one...
As we went up the stairs towards my room, I told him I know we have them somewhere around the house, but rather than searching, I know right where they are in my bathroom.
I took him into my bedroom, as I went into the bathroom. I came back with the collection of band-aids to choose from, he said thanks.
Then I said something like, "I gotta change out of this swimsuit before I go back down. Do you want to head back down, or wait while I change. He sat on the bed, and I took off the swimsuit and hung it on a hook. Then walked across the room to get my shorts out of my dresser drawer. But on my way, I stopped and stood in front of him for a minute or two while we talked. Then I put on shorts and we went back down.
The whole time I was super-fucking nervous, and thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure he was too. We went back don, he went out to the pool, and no one noticed.
A couple of weeks later was the last big event of the summer, with lots of people over, swimming and grilling stuff out by the pool and everything. Joe was there too. He asked me how I was, and I told him I was heading out to hang out with some friends... then added, "...but if you need any band-aids before I go, let me know."
When I went back into the house for something, he followed a minute later. "Any chance I can get another band-aid?" he asked. We kept up the pretense, and I brought out the band-aids. I also told him, I need to change before I go out - do you mind?
This time, I was still nervous, but much less so. I stood fully naked in front of him again, only more at ease than before, and I wasn't sure why, but I really loved it when he was just looking at my cock.
So when he made a comment about it, and kind of apologized for possibly looking at it too much, I said something about being fine if he just wanted to stare at it. And as I stood there, fully naked with Joe a few feet away now just staring at my cock, I was shocked that I was getting hard.
I was a little worried, but then Joe said something that put me at ease and assured me that it didn't change that he just wanted to look, and so I just got rock hard while he looked, until he said, "well, you'd better get ready to go." And that was the end of that summer.
The following summer, I was 18 now, and Joe was back along with all of the pool crowd.
Many of them saw each other throughout the year, but because when they weren't hanging out at around our pool, they were mostly at other people's homes, so I didn't see most of them.
The first event was just a regular thing and I was in and out with friends, but the second time, Joe said he knew things may have changed and was just wondering if the band-aids were still in my room, in case he needed one, or should he just get them from the kitchen drawer?
So before long we were back in my room, the collection of band-aids out, and me naked - this time having to change IN TO my swimsuit. And again, his staring at my cock got me hard.
Only this time, as he stared at my now hard cock, he said, "I am so happy just looking at that gorgeous cock, but if you want to do anything with it, don't let me stop you," and he grabbed a towel and laid it on the floor in front of me saying, "and if you cum, just try to hit the towel...but that's only if you want to... I'm fine heading back to the pool whenever you say."
I masturbated a lot anyway, so it wasn't anything new. But this time, from the time I touched my cock, to the time cum was shooting out of it was much shorter than usual. That was the first time I ever stroked myself in front of anyone and I loved it.
And Joe seemed to know that I had no interest in anything sexual beyond that. And he seemed to be fine just watching.
After a few more times like this, Joe said that if I was ever in the mood, I was welcome to stop by his place and he'd love to watch me there. That was on a Saturday. Sunday afternoon I was at his place, stripped down and stroking for the first time.
It seems worth noting that at the time I had a girlfriend. She was great, but not ready to "go all the way." So I was out with her on Saturday night and things went how they went, and Sunday I was at Joe's relieving the "pressure" that had built up on Saturday night. Seemed like a win-win for all.
Towards the end of the summer, and my departure for college coming soon, Joe had an idea. He asked if, before I go, I wanted to try something. Again, no pressure - just an idea. He said, "You know my buddies, and I don't think there's one of them who doesn't want to have sex with you in one form or another [top, bottom, oral, etc.]. And none of them know anything about this." He was good at keeping it a secret.
"And if they did, none of them would say anything about it. They know better."
"Well, I'm wondering if you want to have some fun and blow their minds?"
He named five of them - all regulars around our pool - and said, "they're all coming over on Friday night, and I'm wondering if you want to stop by? Here's what I'm thinking... I won't tell them you're coming, or say anything. Then you stop by, and you pretend to be surprised that there are other people here. But you know them all and at least one of them will ask why you're here or hit on you or something. And I'll say something like - I'm the only one of you idiots that doesn't try to have sex with him all the time, so he does things for me."
"And you know they're going to ask what. So I'll say, 'If I want to see him naked, I get to see him naked.' When I say that, I'll turn and look at you and if you want to stop, just shake your head, but if you smile or nod, I'll continue... 'If I asked him to strip down right now, he would.'"
Joe explained how he'd set the rules and make sure they understood this is a straight guy and no touching, etc., etc. And they're all sitting around a table, and he said he'd tell them just stay where they are...
"And then I'll turn to you and ask and you strip."
He went through various scenarios of what might happen when I strip - unsure for certain if they'd all behave, uncertain if I'd get hard in front of the group like I did with him, and so on. As he continued to paint the picture of how things could go, he explained that he thought the more I knew about what to expect, the more comfortable he thought I might be.
And he said, "if you do start to get hard, I'll look to see if you're still fine going further and then - and if so, I'll tell them that seeing you naked isn't the best part."
"And I'll say, 'I know you have to go get your girlfriend soon, but do you have a few more minutes before you need to go?"
By this time I was in, and I thought this would be worth it just to see the guys' faces. And Friday night played out very might like he had planned... he knew these guys well.
And I did get hard, and I stepped up to the table and masturbated while 6 older gay guys all watched, and Joe made sure no one did anything out of line.
And, as he had planned, because he knew what I looked like shortly before I cum, he leaned in and said, "and my favorite part is watching him cum..." moments before my cum shot out of my cock onto the table.
Minutes later I was dressed and out the door, with my cum still right where is was. Joe telling them to not speak a word of this (I don't thin anyone ever did.)
Before leaving for college, I stopped by Joe's house a few more times - knowing that it might be a while before this type of fun was available again. And one of those time Joe had a few of the members of the group there and, again, I masturbated for a audience, only this time without the table between us.
That's how it began...
I have for my whole life (almost).
First time I ever intentionally stripped naked for a gay guy was at 17. Let's call him Joe.
I stripped for him as 17, then at 18, I began masturbating when I was naked in front of him. Then, knowing how being watched turned me on, Joe invited me to strip & stroke for him and a few of his friends.
Here's the whole story...
My family had a big house with pool in back yard and parents entertained a lot. Summer weekends was always busy at the pool, and my parents had a fair number of gay friends.
These guys were all older and not at all shy about hitting on me. When they did, I'd just smile and say no. But I also wasn't afraid of provoking this behavior from them. I was a seriously in shape athlete, and when they would sit there around the pool and talk about what they wanted to do to me, I would do little things to provoke them.... like saying no to a guy and then immediately picking up the bottle of suntan oil and spreading it onto my body while they watched.
Well, Joe was always more subtle. He never hit on me or talked about sex. He just, from time to time, would say he knew I wasn't interested in any of that, and tell me it's just that I had a body that any gay guy would die to see.
One time he told me, "as much as I would love to see you naked, your body is exquisite enough in a swimsuit. I hope you don't mind, but one of my favorite reasons for being here is seeing you out by the pool."
That went on for the whole summer when I was 17, with lots of people at our pool and home every weekend.
Then, towards the end of the summer, I was in the kitchen when Joe came into the house from the pool looking for a band aid. Now, I knew where we had band aids right in one of the kitchen drawers, but I had an idea. I told him I had whatever kind he needed and to follow me and I'd get him one...
As we went up the stairs towards my room, I told him I know we have them somewhere around the house, but rather than searching, I know right where they are in my bathroom.
I took him into my bedroom, as I went into the bathroom. I came back with the collection of band-aids to choose from, he said thanks.
Then I said something like, "I gotta change out of this swimsuit before I go back down. Do you want to head back down, or wait while I change. He sat on the bed, and I took off the swimsuit and hung it on a hook. Then walked across the room to get my shorts out of my dresser drawer. But on my way, I stopped and stood in front of him for a minute or two while we talked. Then I put on shorts and we went back down.
The whole time I was super-fucking nervous, and thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure he was too. We went back don, he went out to the pool, and no one noticed.
A couple of weeks later was the last big event of the summer, with lots of people over, swimming and grilling stuff out by the pool and everything. Joe was there too. He asked me how I was, and I told him I was heading out to hang out with some friends... then added, "...but if you need any band-aids before I go, let me know."
When I went back into the house for something, he followed a minute later. "Any chance I can get another band-aid?" he asked. We kept up the pretense, and I brought out the band-aids. I also told him, I need to change before I go out - do you mind?
This time, I was still nervous, but much less so. I stood fully naked in front of him again, only more at ease than before, and I wasn't sure why, but I really loved it when he was just looking at my cock.
So when he made a comment about it, and kind of apologized for possibly looking at it too much, I said something about being fine if he just wanted to stare at it. And as I stood there, fully naked with Joe a few feet away now just staring at my cock, I was shocked that I was getting hard.
I was a little worried, but then Joe said something that put me at ease and assured me that it didn't change that he just wanted to look, and so I just got rock hard while he looked, until he said, "well, you'd better get ready to go." And that was the end of that summer.
The following summer, I was 18 now, and Joe was back along with all of the pool crowd.
Many of them saw each other throughout the year, but because when they weren't hanging out at around our pool, they were mostly at other people's homes, so I didn't see most of them.
The first event was just a regular thing and I was in and out with friends, but the second time, Joe said he knew things may have changed and was just wondering if the band-aids were still in my room, in case he needed one, or should he just get them from the kitchen drawer?
So before long we were back in my room, the collection of band-aids out, and me naked - this time having to change IN TO my swimsuit. And again, his staring at my cock got me hard.
Only this time, as he stared at my now hard cock, he said, "I am so happy just looking at that gorgeous cock, but if you want to do anything with it, don't let me stop you," and he grabbed a towel and laid it on the floor in front of me saying, "and if you cum, just try to hit the towel...but that's only if you want to... I'm fine heading back to the pool whenever you say."
I masturbated a lot anyway, so it wasn't anything new. But this time, from the time I touched my cock, to the time cum was shooting out of it was much shorter than usual. That was the first time I ever stroked myself in front of anyone and I loved it.
And Joe seemed to know that I had no interest in anything sexual beyond that. And he seemed to be fine just watching.
After a few more times like this, Joe said that if I was ever in the mood, I was welcome to stop by his place and he'd love to watch me there. That was on a Saturday. Sunday afternoon I was at his place, stripped down and stroking for the first time.
It seems worth noting that at the time I had a girlfriend. She was great, but not ready to "go all the way." So I was out with her on Saturday night and things went how they went, and Sunday I was at Joe's relieving the "pressure" that had built up on Saturday night. Seemed like a win-win for all.
Towards the end of the summer, and my departure for college coming soon, Joe had an idea. He asked if, before I go, I wanted to try something. Again, no pressure - just an idea. He said, "You know my buddies, and I don't think there's one of them who doesn't want to have sex with you in one form or another [top, bottom, oral, etc.]. And none of them know anything about this." He was good at keeping it a secret.
"And if they did, none of them would say anything about it. They know better."
"Well, I'm wondering if you want to have some fun and blow their minds?"
He named five of them - all regulars around our pool - and said, "they're all coming over on Friday night, and I'm wondering if you want to stop by? Here's what I'm thinking... I won't tell them you're coming, or say anything. Then you stop by, and you pretend to be surprised that there are other people here. But you know them all and at least one of them will ask why you're here or hit on you or something. And I'll say something like - I'm the only one of you idiots that doesn't try to have sex with him all the time, so he does things for me."
"And you know they're going to ask what. So I'll say, 'If I want to see him naked, I get to see him naked.' When I say that, I'll turn and look at you and if you want to stop, just shake your head, but if you smile or nod, I'll continue... 'If I asked him to strip down right now, he would.'"
Joe explained how he'd set the rules and make sure they understood this is a straight guy and no touching, etc., etc. And they're all sitting around a table, and he said he'd tell them just stay where they are...
"And then I'll turn to you and ask and you strip."
He went through various scenarios of what might happen when I strip - unsure for certain if they'd all behave, uncertain if I'd get hard in front of the group like I did with him, and so on. As he continued to paint the picture of how things could go, he explained that he thought the more I knew about what to expect, the more comfortable he thought I might be.
And he said, "if you do start to get hard, I'll look to see if you're still fine going further and then - and if so, I'll tell them that seeing you naked isn't the best part."
"And I'll say, 'I know you have to go get your girlfriend soon, but do you have a few more minutes before you need to go?"
By this time I was in, and I thought this would be worth it just to see the guys' faces. And Friday night played out very might like he had planned... he knew these guys well.
And I did get hard, and I stepped up to the table and masturbated while 6 older gay guys all watched, and Joe made sure no one did anything out of line.
And, as he had planned, because he knew what I looked like shortly before I cum, he leaned in and said, "and my favorite part is watching him cum..." moments before my cum shot out of my cock onto the table.
Minutes later I was dressed and out the door, with my cum still right where is was. Joe telling them to not speak a word of this (I don't thin anyone ever did.)
Before leaving for college, I stopped by Joe's house a few more times - knowing that it might be a while before this type of fun was available again. And one of those time Joe had a few of the members of the group there and, again, I masturbated for a audience, only this time without the table between us.
That's how it began...
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