I had to move out of the house right after I turned 19. I was going to study in a city that was very far from my hometown so my parents payed me my first apartment and my dad helped me move my things and furnish it.
It was a very tiny apartment with one room that was both the bedroom and the living room, only separated from the "kitchen" by a bar on which we had dinner. It wasn't furnished though so everything that we did not take from the house had to be bought from the local IKEA store the same day. It took a long day to settle everything, at the end of which we were just tired and eager to go to bed so I ordered food while he was taking a shower and took a shower while he waited for the food to be delivered.
He was still fully naked when I got out of the shower as he has been every single day after coming back from work and as I have been every single day after coming back from school or work too. My mom has always been the only one more or less clothed at all time, us guys just never bothered putting on clothes after taking a shower. So the sight of him answering text messages on his phone while sitting naked on the edge of my couch did not surprise me at all, in the contrary, it looked reassuring, like a proof that, although I would be away from my family from this day on, they were still things that would not change. Yet, for whatever reason I was wearing my towel around my waist and, to be honest, I was actually planning to put on some underwear before going to sleep. I still don't really know why, maybe it was because it was the first time I would sleep in the same bed with him or any other male significantly older than me. Seing me, her asked :
- Do you want me to put on some clothes?
- Why ?
- I don't know man... your house, your rules ! Plus, you have neighbours now !
The it struck me. This was, indeed going to be my very own (microscopic) home and I was entitled to live the way I wanted in it. I was not forced to comply with anything other than what I decided. At that moment I decided that this tiny little apartment would be a nudist home as well, fuck the neighbours on the other side of the street, they can always jack off watching me, if they want. Free of charge, you guys are welcome!
I held on to that decision as much as I could ever since with only a few notable exceptions like when I have some non nudists friends over which was also the case in my parents' house back when I was living there. At first I though I would be the only one of my generation to keep this lifestyle, even away from home, since many of my cousins have been slightly "traumatised" by the abrupt way we transitioned from "clothed" to "naked". I mean, I was used to be naked all the time when we were amongst us (Mom, Dad, my brothers and I) so I was only mildly shy when my dad pretty much told me to throw my bathing suit in the trash and be naked in the company of a dozen extended family members for the first time. Once again, thanks Dad for making things as smooth as possible by getting me cut and pierced at a young age. Others were not that "lucky",although you might argue that they, at least, got to chose wether they wanted to get snipped and pierced or not. Most of my cousins (although not all of them) had what most of you would call a "normal childhood" or at least had a "conventional upbringing". My uncles may all be nudists, but the overwhelming majority of them only took off their clothes during vacations at the beach or when they were by the pool, not all the time like mine. My cousin V., for instance, (who's now 23) and his brothers, were all left intact until the age of 15 and completely forbidden to be seen in less than underwear by pretty much anyone. Even as little boys, they all tried to act like their dad, and run around naked by the pool during summer. They all got got rebuked the same way, urged if not ordered to get back inside and get dressed. Some of them argued the way kids can argue and all of them got the same answer : you still have time before you become a man!
Some growing up and two surgical interventions later, they were pretty much forced to forsake all clothing. Well they could still wear some on a day to day basis, but whenever summer came and people started to go to our vacation homes (which are close to one another) or hitting our respective swimming pools, we had to be naked. It’s like a dress code in reverse. Having your son reaching that age and still not ‘comfortable enough with his body’ as the elders put it pretty much means he hasn’t been cut and pierced which rises another question : why isn’t your son cut and pierced? The shame would be unbearable for any of these older dudes, especially the judgemental looks from my grandpa. So some of us older cousins had to be very heavily encouraged to quit our clothes. The younger ones like my little brother who’s now 23 and all the ones that followed did not have this kind of reservations. They were all eager to take their clothes off, I guess we paved the way for them. V., for instance, is still pretty shy with nudity (at least to my standards). On a normal day he would hang around the house in his underwear. Whenever invited to his house I would oftentimes take a shower and don’t bother dress up afterwards and only then he would also take off his clothes (probably not to appear uncomfortable).
So it’s safe to say that I never expected most of my cousins my age to adopt this way of living after moving in their own place. Well, it turner out I was wrong. The first time I had a cousin over at my new apartment he arrived late. When I opened the door he apologized and added ‘You also just got back home, I’m glad you did not wait for me too long !’ He had assumed I had just came back from outside because I had put on boxers and a t-shirt right before opening the door. He did not even ask before taking off all his clothes and putting them on the back of a chair. So I pretended I had been, indeed, in the process of undressing at the moment he arrived and took off the t-shirt and the boxers. We spent the night playing video games and watching movies in the nude and then jerked off before going to bed. Business as usual except that we were old enough to watch porn this time.
Same happened when I went to my older cousins’ own apartments. Living in the city I had the opportunity to rekindle with many of them, some being married with kids and all fully naked at home. I must admit it was weird to get undressed in front of their wives or girlfriends that I barely knew but I wasn’t going to stay clothed. So we spent the night eating, drinking, talking, playing video games and/or watching movies…Once again, business as usual, except for the porn and jerking off that only happened at my place due to the presence of their wives and kids at theirs.
So at that moment Dad asked me if I wanted him to get dressed I replied :
I took off the towel I had tied around my waist and handed him to him so he could hang it somewhere to dry.
We had pizza, talked and laughed but definitely did not have the energy to watch a movie so we decided to go to bed.
It was the first time I had ever slept in the same bed with him or any other guy who was significantly older than me. I usually always sleep naked even when I have to share my bed with my cousins and especially when I share it with a girlfriend. We have a pretty big house but we oftentimes have many guests at the same time. Like when two uncles come with two, three or even four sons and a wife each. They always get split in age groups. The ones around my age sleep in my room, the older ones with my big brother and the younger ones with my little brother, the adults use the guest rooms.
Of course, when we were very little we were allowed to sleep in btetween our parents whenever we were having nightmares but that was decades ago.
The apartment being very small, we had to unfold the brand new convertible couch that was going to be my bed for the years to come before actually going to sleep. And before that we had to understand how it worked. Once the couch unfolded we had to set all the sheets and bedding, find the pillows and wrap them in cases. It took 15 minutes to set it all up after which he paused for a moment, looking at the now bed and then he said :
He had thought about the same thing I did. Maybe he was also a little bit uncomfortable, sleeping in the same bed with his 18 year-old son while being fully naked.
I felt like he was now forcing himself to stop viewing me as a little boy, for my own sake and this was part of the process.
(The following part of the process is more controversial but I’d like to share it with you guys too because I refuse to let people make me feel ashamed for something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.)
So we took place in the bed and right before turning off the lights he said :
- Let’s jerk off together ! You haven’t seen had sex for weeks now, your balls must be on the verge of explosion !
Don’t get me wrong, I was and still am fully aware that this is a highly unusual situation as most sons don’t circle jerk with their dads. However I also knew that some of my cousins had done it and they never talked about it with shame or trauma. Some of them had directly talked about during a conversation I was part of, and some others just made allusions. Like, for instance, one day we were talking about fires at people’s homes and one of my uncles told us about the time him and my grandpa thought the house they were in was on fire. Actually it was the neighbour illegally burning things in his backyard and the wind was bringing all the smoke in their direction. He finished his story by saying ‘We were in the middle of busting a nut and he waited to finish before actually get out of the house!’.
Another time we were talking about sexual performances with M. (28 years old at the time) and he said that he was more the type of guy who needs a long time to cum and then needs a long time to recover, as opposed to his dad who busts his nut three times in a row, ten minutes it. He added ‘I don’t know how he does it. By the time I unload once he has already unloaded three times without stopping being hard and I’m sure he would keep on doing it if I did not call it quits after one cession !’
We sat on the edge of the bed and he started beating his meat and I started to finger myself which was my only way to get me off from the age of 15 to the day after my wedding. JP had taught me how to do it. I usually use plugs and dildoes but I felt too embarrassed to pull them out of their drawer and, besides, I always start off with fingers. At this point, I was fully aware that he wasn't doing this because he wanted to cum, he was doing a check up of my sexual habits and education before releasing me in the wild, reassuring himself by checking that JP had done his job teaching me.
We were both fully soft. For a moment there was only silence and the sound of fapping in the room. Besides that, the disputation was in compliance with the values and education he wanted me to carry on. As per usual, he had trimmed pits, chest, belly and pubes and was beating his floppy meat whilst I was completely bare and beating my hole, the whole situation was the way it was supposed to be. Except that we were both soft and, at that point, really not horny by this father-son setting. He tried to make some conversation by asking me not to forget to shave my body hair regularly, adding "I don't want you to get sloppy". He never pestered me about it (except when we had guests) so I guess he was just saying that for the sake of saying something.
It took me some time but I got hard. At that age, my cock was practically fully grown and had gotten way bigger than his. He said :
And then came another moment of silence. He was still not hard. He felt the need to justify himself :
That was a lie, a blatant lie as I had accidentally seen him hard multiple times, including very recently. He was only 50 years old at the time and was very much getting morning wood and impromptu boners like all men do. And now that he’s much older he still does. So I knew, even at that time, that he was lying. He was just not at ease with the situation and what he said right after just confirmed it :
I felt a little awkward but not as much as him and it would have been even more awkward to stop now that we had started, besides, I really didn't want him to start thinking that there was anything wrong with my body, anything that didn't work properly, so I replied :
At this point he was still fully soft and not jerking off anymore. He resumed:
I mechanically took a look at it as he said this. I had obviously never really paid attention to it in details before. It looked like a smaller version of mine, about 17cm or so when mine is over 20. It was now super hard, all veins out and bright red glans almost swallowing the beads of his piercing.
Saying this, he attempted a stroking motion on his schlong and the skin barely moved. He was born without a foreskin nor a frenulum, so the skin of his cock was the same as the rest of his body all the way to his glans, no color difference. He had all of us cut in a way that made us look like him, so I also have the same skin going from the base of my cock all the way to the head and also very tight. I stopped jerking it off at 15 and did not realise how growth had made it even tighter. I couldn't really jerk it off even if I wanted to and I was wondering how he was going to jerk his dick off now that it was fully hard.
He started rubbing and pinching both his nipples at the same time, completely leaving his cock untouched. Looking at me watching him, he commented:
So I let go of my hole for a moment and used both hands to stimulate my nipples and it felt awesome ! That night, he taught me that, besides my hole and, in the future my cock, I had a whole body that I could use to pleasure myself and release tension. So we jerked off our nipples for a few minutes he described me the many ways in which he fucks G, the tightness of his hole and the fact that his cock and balls are so small that in doggy, it's almost like fucking a woman. Then he concluded :
He pulled out a box from behind the TV and gave it to me. It contained two little vibrating fairly large butt plugs.
We lubed up one buttplug each and pressed it against our respective holes while he said:
I couldn’t believe how talkative that otherwise very silent and reserved men was getting :
I pushed once to activate speed 2 and then one more time to activate speed 3 and it became highly pleasurable indeed. I let out a loud moan and blushed to which he responded :
We were both sitting on the age of the bed with a plug tightly tucked between our ass cheeks.
He started showing diverse ways to move around that tool and suddenly blocked in a rather weird and unstable position, leaning to the right, and said :
I followed his direction and suddenly felt it hitting the spot.
From time to time he would jerk the base of his cock a couple strokes, moving the skin not even three centimetres at a time and then let go of it and go back to his nipples.
Looking at us from a third person point of view would have been pretty funny. We were both fucking imaginary women, thrusting in the air, whilst pinching our nipples, all in the loud sound of buzzing vibrators, moans, pants and swearwords. He was right, jerking your cock is overrated and sloppy, that reaffirmed my will to not do it and also taught me that I couldn't anyways.
Hearing him being extremely talkative and swearing made me feel more comfortable and discover another side of him. He was not paying attention to me anymore and just pleasuring himself while swearing on repeat :
I felt happy seing him release all his tensions. He seemed to have a lot to release. I slowly started to loosen it a little. I started by a timid ‘Fuck!’ and it turned me on to allow myself to let it go so I became more descriptive :
Then it became really good and accelerated while exhaling :
I had to stop jerking for what seemed like an eternity. My glans was purple and so inflated and hard you could barely see the golden balls at each end of my piercing. His was the same. I felt like anything touching my dick at this point would have made me come. I wasn't touching my nipples either but my plug was still vibrating in my ass and bringing me dangerously closer and closer to orgasm. We were on our knees, on the bed, side by side, I was drenched in sweat, panting and moaning, I passed my right arm around his shoulder for support.
I resumed thrusting the air, he was thrusting his cock in his hand, only handling the shaft, never the head and without any lube. We were in sync in our motions, each with a hand around the other one's shoulder.
I had spent several minutes in that state of being constantly close to cumming but not cumming, my dick started to hurt although nothing had touched it and I kept repeating "Fuck, I need to shoot!". And I kept on thrusting quicker and quicker, using my left hand to pinch my nipple and caress every part of my body except my cock and balls.
And he kept on cheering me, saying "That's it!", "Good job!", "Fuck!" as we both let out or loads, sprinkling cum everywhere with our thrusts in the air.
At that moment my cock started quivering as I did a few hard thrusts in the air making it shake even more. There was cum everywhere in the apartment. It took some time for us to catch our breaths. We were both still hard.
After half a minute, he ruffled my hair and said :
We overslept the next morning and did not have the time to release one more time. It then became a recurring thing between us and it still is. Ever since I got married we try all sorts of other toys together like fleshlights and dolls, it’s a lot of fun.
The next day I had a call from my big brother asking me how it went. He also had his cession back when he turned 18 but it never became a habit the way it did with me. He’s pretty conservative and doesn’t like people playing with his asshole and experiencing new things like edging and toys. He still joins us sometimes but always sticks to ‘the traditional way’ and way my little brother turned 18 we invited him to join and there were no awkward silences. Turns out is just as much of a freak, currently our thing is to throw edging contests and see who can last the longest.
It was a very tiny apartment with one room that was both the bedroom and the living room, only separated from the "kitchen" by a bar on which we had dinner. It wasn't furnished though so everything that we did not take from the house had to be bought from the local IKEA store the same day. It took a long day to settle everything, at the end of which we were just tired and eager to go to bed so I ordered food while he was taking a shower and took a shower while he waited for the food to be delivered.
He was still fully naked when I got out of the shower as he has been every single day after coming back from work and as I have been every single day after coming back from school or work too. My mom has always been the only one more or less clothed at all time, us guys just never bothered putting on clothes after taking a shower. So the sight of him answering text messages on his phone while sitting naked on the edge of my couch did not surprise me at all, in the contrary, it looked reassuring, like a proof that, although I would be away from my family from this day on, they were still things that would not change. Yet, for whatever reason I was wearing my towel around my waist and, to be honest, I was actually planning to put on some underwear before going to sleep. I still don't really know why, maybe it was because it was the first time I would sleep in the same bed with him or any other male significantly older than me. Seing me, her asked :
- Do you want me to put on some clothes?
- Why ?
- I don't know man... your house, your rules ! Plus, you have neighbours now !
The it struck me. This was, indeed going to be my very own (microscopic) home and I was entitled to live the way I wanted in it. I was not forced to comply with anything other than what I decided. At that moment I decided that this tiny little apartment would be a nudist home as well, fuck the neighbours on the other side of the street, they can always jack off watching me, if they want. Free of charge, you guys are welcome!
I held on to that decision as much as I could ever since with only a few notable exceptions like when I have some non nudists friends over which was also the case in my parents' house back when I was living there. At first I though I would be the only one of my generation to keep this lifestyle, even away from home, since many of my cousins have been slightly "traumatised" by the abrupt way we transitioned from "clothed" to "naked". I mean, I was used to be naked all the time when we were amongst us (Mom, Dad, my brothers and I) so I was only mildly shy when my dad pretty much told me to throw my bathing suit in the trash and be naked in the company of a dozen extended family members for the first time. Once again, thanks Dad for making things as smooth as possible by getting me cut and pierced at a young age. Others were not that "lucky",although you might argue that they, at least, got to chose wether they wanted to get snipped and pierced or not. Most of my cousins (although not all of them) had what most of you would call a "normal childhood" or at least had a "conventional upbringing". My uncles may all be nudists, but the overwhelming majority of them only took off their clothes during vacations at the beach or when they were by the pool, not all the time like mine. My cousin V., for instance, (who's now 23) and his brothers, were all left intact until the age of 15 and completely forbidden to be seen in less than underwear by pretty much anyone. Even as little boys, they all tried to act like their dad, and run around naked by the pool during summer. They all got got rebuked the same way, urged if not ordered to get back inside and get dressed. Some of them argued the way kids can argue and all of them got the same answer : you still have time before you become a man!
Some growing up and two surgical interventions later, they were pretty much forced to forsake all clothing. Well they could still wear some on a day to day basis, but whenever summer came and people started to go to our vacation homes (which are close to one another) or hitting our respective swimming pools, we had to be naked. It’s like a dress code in reverse. Having your son reaching that age and still not ‘comfortable enough with his body’ as the elders put it pretty much means he hasn’t been cut and pierced which rises another question : why isn’t your son cut and pierced? The shame would be unbearable for any of these older dudes, especially the judgemental looks from my grandpa. So some of us older cousins had to be very heavily encouraged to quit our clothes. The younger ones like my little brother who’s now 23 and all the ones that followed did not have this kind of reservations. They were all eager to take their clothes off, I guess we paved the way for them. V., for instance, is still pretty shy with nudity (at least to my standards). On a normal day he would hang around the house in his underwear. Whenever invited to his house I would oftentimes take a shower and don’t bother dress up afterwards and only then he would also take off his clothes (probably not to appear uncomfortable).
So it’s safe to say that I never expected most of my cousins my age to adopt this way of living after moving in their own place. Well, it turner out I was wrong. The first time I had a cousin over at my new apartment he arrived late. When I opened the door he apologized and added ‘You also just got back home, I’m glad you did not wait for me too long !’ He had assumed I had just came back from outside because I had put on boxers and a t-shirt right before opening the door. He did not even ask before taking off all his clothes and putting them on the back of a chair. So I pretended I had been, indeed, in the process of undressing at the moment he arrived and took off the t-shirt and the boxers. We spent the night playing video games and watching movies in the nude and then jerked off before going to bed. Business as usual except that we were old enough to watch porn this time.
Same happened when I went to my older cousins’ own apartments. Living in the city I had the opportunity to rekindle with many of them, some being married with kids and all fully naked at home. I must admit it was weird to get undressed in front of their wives or girlfriends that I barely knew but I wasn’t going to stay clothed. So we spent the night eating, drinking, talking, playing video games and/or watching movies…Once again, business as usual, except for the porn and jerking off that only happened at my place due to the presence of their wives and kids at theirs.
So at that moment Dad asked me if I wanted him to get dressed I replied :
- Of course not !
I took off the towel I had tied around my waist and handed him to him so he could hang it somewhere to dry.
We had pizza, talked and laughed but definitely did not have the energy to watch a movie so we decided to go to bed.
It was the first time I had ever slept in the same bed with him or any other guy who was significantly older than me. I usually always sleep naked even when I have to share my bed with my cousins and especially when I share it with a girlfriend. We have a pretty big house but we oftentimes have many guests at the same time. Like when two uncles come with two, three or even four sons and a wife each. They always get split in age groups. The ones around my age sleep in my room, the older ones with my big brother and the younger ones with my little brother, the adults use the guest rooms.
Of course, when we were very little we were allowed to sleep in btetween our parents whenever we were having nightmares but that was decades ago.
The apartment being very small, we had to unfold the brand new convertible couch that was going to be my bed for the years to come before actually going to sleep. And before that we had to understand how it worked. Once the couch unfolded we had to set all the sheets and bedding, find the pillows and wrap them in cases. It took 15 minutes to set it all up after which he paused for a moment, looking at the now bed and then he said :
- Last time we slept in the same bed you were 6 and you had had a nightmare. And now… you’re a little man !
He had thought about the same thing I did. Maybe he was also a little bit uncomfortable, sleeping in the same bed with his 18 year-old son while being fully naked.
I felt like he was now forcing himself to stop viewing me as a little boy, for my own sake and this was part of the process.
(The following part of the process is more controversial but I’d like to share it with you guys too because I refuse to let people make me feel ashamed for something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.)
So we took place in the bed and right before turning off the lights he said :
- Let’s jerk off together ! You haven’t seen had sex for weeks now, your balls must be on the verge of explosion !
Don’t get me wrong, I was and still am fully aware that this is a highly unusual situation as most sons don’t circle jerk with their dads. However I also knew that some of my cousins had done it and they never talked about it with shame or trauma. Some of them had directly talked about during a conversation I was part of, and some others just made allusions. Like, for instance, one day we were talking about fires at people’s homes and one of my uncles told us about the time him and my grandpa thought the house they were in was on fire. Actually it was the neighbour illegally burning things in his backyard and the wind was bringing all the smoke in their direction. He finished his story by saying ‘We were in the middle of busting a nut and he waited to finish before actually get out of the house!’.
Another time we were talking about sexual performances with M. (28 years old at the time) and he said that he was more the type of guy who needs a long time to cum and then needs a long time to recover, as opposed to his dad who busts his nut three times in a row, ten minutes it. He added ‘I don’t know how he does it. By the time I unload once he has already unloaded three times without stopping being hard and I’m sure he would keep on doing it if I did not call it quits after one cession !’
We sat on the edge of the bed and he started beating his meat and I started to finger myself which was my only way to get me off from the age of 15 to the day after my wedding. JP had taught me how to do it. I usually use plugs and dildoes but I felt too embarrassed to pull them out of their drawer and, besides, I always start off with fingers. At this point, I was fully aware that he wasn't doing this because he wanted to cum, he was doing a check up of my sexual habits and education before releasing me in the wild, reassuring himself by checking that JP had done his job teaching me.
We were both fully soft. For a moment there was only silence and the sound of fapping in the room. Besides that, the disputation was in compliance with the values and education he wanted me to carry on. As per usual, he had trimmed pits, chest, belly and pubes and was beating his floppy meat whilst I was completely bare and beating my hole, the whole situation was the way it was supposed to be. Except that we were both soft and, at that point, really not horny by this father-son setting. He tried to make some conversation by asking me not to forget to shave my body hair regularly, adding "I don't want you to get sloppy". He never pestered me about it (except when we had guests) so I guess he was just saying that for the sake of saying something.
It took me some time but I got hard. At that age, my cock was practically fully grown and had gotten way bigger than his. He said :
- Impressive ! Girls must love it! Where have you put it lately?
- Not much, I'm like...saving it for the right one ! I replied.
- Good boy! I bet JP complains about your cock all the time!
- All the time ! That and my long ass taint!
- It is very long! Gosh, you're 18 and you got a longer one than me! You've always been an early bloomer!
And then came another moment of silence. He was still not hard. He felt the need to justify himself :
- I’m not as young as you ! I’m gonna need more time!
That was a lie, a blatant lie as I had accidentally seen him hard multiple times, including very recently. He was only 50 years old at the time and was very much getting morning wood and impromptu boners like all men do. And now that he’s much older he still does. So I knew, even at that time, that he was lying. He was just not at ease with the situation and what he said right after just confirmed it :
- You know, if you feel awkward we don’t have to do it !
I felt a little awkward but not as much as him and it would have been even more awkward to stop now that we had started, besides, I really didn't want him to start thinking that there was anything wrong with my body, anything that didn't work properly, so I replied :
- You’re right, I really need to bust one out.
- Good. Now that you’re all grown up I feel we can share this. Plus, I have to check that everything works for you down there. Do you do it at least once a day?
- I try but sometimes it takes too much time.
- You need to find time for yourself, it's important. Once a day is a minimum but twice a day would be better.
- I fell it, believe me! I get randomly hard all the time...
- That's good, it mean you're healthy!
- But sometimes I can't even focus or even think because I'm horny all the time.
At this point he was still fully soft and not jerking off anymore. He resumed:
- And, in those moments, you feel like jerking your dick, right?
- Fuck I wish I could have that quick release!
- You said it yourself, it's only a quick release. It's weak, it's sloppy, you're better than that.
- That's easy to say, you get to do it!
- I don't even do it once a week. You know, once you get married and have a couple young lads on the side, you don't even do it outside of circle jerk when another married dude feels like comparing sizes and ejaculations. Jerking your dick is overrated, believe me! And now that you live in the city, you'll find plenty of dudes to jack off you hole.
- Do you still jack off G's hole?
- You bet I do! Have you seen him? Big muscles, caramel skin, small dick and tiny taint, what's there not to like? Look, only talking about him makes me hard.
- Look at that, you're 19, I'm 50 and I'm just as hard as you are!
I mechanically took a look at it as he said this. I had obviously never really paid attention to it in details before. It looked like a smaller version of mine, about 17cm or so when mine is over 20. It was now super hard, all veins out and bright red glans almost swallowing the beads of his piercing.
- We do have good looking dicks in our bloodline, don't we ! he said in a smile.
- Look, you say I can jerk my cock, but really, can I?
Saying this, he attempted a stroking motion on his schlong and the skin barely moved. He was born without a foreskin nor a frenulum, so the skin of his cock was the same as the rest of his body all the way to his glans, no color difference. He had all of us cut in a way that made us look like him, so I also have the same skin going from the base of my cock all the way to the head and also very tight. I stopped jerking it off at 15 and did not realise how growth had made it even tighter. I couldn't really jerk it off even if I wanted to and I was wondering how he was going to jerk his dick off now that it was fully hard.
He started rubbing and pinching both his nipples at the same time, completely leaving his cock untouched. Looking at me watching him, he commented:
- If you're wired anyway like me, that little warm up should also do you good, you should try it!
So I let go of my hole for a moment and used both hands to stimulate my nipples and it felt awesome ! That night, he taught me that, besides my hole and, in the future my cock, I had a whole body that I could use to pleasure myself and release tension. So we jerked off our nipples for a few minutes he described me the many ways in which he fucks G, the tightness of his hole and the fact that his cock and balls are so small that in doggy, it's almost like fucking a woman. Then he concluded :
- That was a nice warm up ! Now it's time to open your housewarming gift!
He pulled out a box from behind the TV and gave it to me. It contained two little vibrating fairly large butt plugs.
- I figured you could move up a size by now…And there are two so you can use them with someone else. He said.
- Let’s inaugurate them now!
- Do you have lube ?
- Yep, in my drawer !
We lubed up one buttplug each and pressed it against our respective holes while he said:
- These plugs are my favourite ones. I never jerk off without one
I couldn’t believe how talkative that otherwise very silent and reserved men was getting :
- Shit, it’s good ! Do you like it ?
- Yes !
- Push the button at the back of the plug again, it makes it vibrate harder ! Mine is already on speed 3 !
I pushed once to activate speed 2 and then one more time to activate speed 3 and it became highly pleasurable indeed. I let out a loud moan and blushed to which he responded :
- There’s no shame in showing your pleasure!
We were both sitting on the age of the bed with a plug tightly tucked between our ass cheeks.
- Now you can move it a little, from left to right and front to back to see if you can have it hit the spot.
He started showing diverse ways to move around that tool and suddenly blocked in a rather weird and unstable position, leaning to the right, and said :
- Shit ! I think it’s there ! Fuck it feels good, damn I missed it ! Try pointing to your right !
I followed his direction and suddenly felt it hitting the spot.
- Fuck I feel it !
- We have the spot located at the same place !
From time to time he would jerk the base of his cock a couple strokes, moving the skin not even three centimetres at a time and then let go of it and go back to his nipples.
Looking at us from a third person point of view would have been pretty funny. We were both fucking imaginary women, thrusting in the air, whilst pinching our nipples, all in the loud sound of buzzing vibrators, moans, pants and swearwords. He was right, jerking your cock is overrated and sloppy, that reaffirmed my will to not do it and also taught me that I couldn't anyways.
Hearing him being extremely talkative and swearing made me feel more comfortable and discover another side of him. He was not paying attention to me anymore and just pleasuring himself while swearing on repeat :
- Shit that feels great ! Fuck I needed that !
I felt happy seing him release all his tensions. He seemed to have a lot to release. I slowly started to loosen it a little. I started by a timid ‘Fuck!’ and it turned me on to allow myself to let it go so I became more descriptive :
- It’s right on my fucking spot!
- Are you about to cum ?
- Not yet but it’s fucking good !
- That’s okay if you come before me but it’s better if we do it at the same time. Copy my pace and I’ll tell you when I’m close.
Then it became really good and accelerated while exhaling :
- I’m close !
- Good! Get up!
I had to stop jerking for what seemed like an eternity. My glans was purple and so inflated and hard you could barely see the golden balls at each end of my piercing. His was the same. I felt like anything touching my dick at this point would have made me come. I wasn't touching my nipples either but my plug was still vibrating in my ass and bringing me dangerously closer and closer to orgasm. We were on our knees, on the bed, side by side, I was drenched in sweat, panting and moaning, I passed my right arm around his shoulder for support.
- I need to cum so fucking hard! I almost begged.
- That's is, let's spray that fucking load!
- I'm gonna shoot so much!
I resumed thrusting the air, he was thrusting his cock in his hand, only handling the shaft, never the head and without any lube. We were in sync in our motions, each with a hand around the other one's shoulder.
I had spent several minutes in that state of being constantly close to cumming but not cumming, my dick started to hurt although nothing had touched it and I kept repeating "Fuck, I need to shoot!". And I kept on thrusting quicker and quicker, using my left hand to pinch my nipple and caress every part of my body except my cock and balls.
- I'm about to nut! he announced in a pant.
- I'm still close ! I said, oversexed and completely in the zone.
- Shoot that fucking load ! he ordered
- Shit...
- Shoot that fucking load! he repeated again and slapped me on the ass.
- Ahh fuuuuuuuuck!
- That's it, lets nut together!
And he kept on cheering me, saying "That's it!", "Good job!", "Fuck!" as we both let out or loads, sprinkling cum everywhere with our thrusts in the air.
At that moment my cock started quivering as I did a few hard thrusts in the air making it shake even more. There was cum everywhere in the apartment. It took some time for us to catch our breaths. We were both still hard.
After half a minute, he ruffled my hair and said :
- Good job ! You did it like a pro ! Damn, you are a machine !
- You’ll have something interesting to tell your bros !
- I have bragging right over your prowesses ! I made you !
- Let’s go for round 2 !
- You liked it that much, huh !
- Best jerk off ever ! But I’m still hard !
- You know it’s gonna take us forever to cum a second time ! Let’s see tomorrow morning !
We overslept the next morning and did not have the time to release one more time. It then became a recurring thing between us and it still is. Ever since I got married we try all sorts of other toys together like fleshlights and dolls, it’s a lot of fun.
The next day I had a call from my big brother asking me how it went. He also had his cession back when he turned 18 but it never became a habit the way it did with me. He’s pretty conservative and doesn’t like people playing with his asshole and experiencing new things like edging and toys. He still joins us sometimes but always sticks to ‘the traditional way’ and way my little brother turned 18 we invited him to join and there were no awkward silences. Turns out is just as much of a freak, currently our thing is to throw edging contests and see who can last the longest.