I Want to See Yours but I Won't Show You Mine

I Want to See Yours but I Won’t Show You Mine

I had never been popular with girls.  Through high school the few girls I had asked out, refused.  I was discouraged and did not ask again.  When I got to college, I got the impression that the girl who sat next to me was interested.  She wasn’t very pretty but she was a girl and she seemed interested and that was all I needed.  I asked her out.  She said yes.

When we were done with the date I took her straight home.  I didn’t want to move too fast with her.  When we got to the house where she and her mother lived she asked me in.  I accepted.  I asked where her mother was and was told that her mother was in her bedroom and wouldn’t bother us. I got bold and put my arm around her.  When she didn’t object we started to neck.  Suddenly she stopped and asked me a question.  She said, “You know that I live here alone with my mother.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Well,” she said, “I don’t have a brother.”

“Yes,” I answered, “you said you live alone with your mother.”

“I mean,” she said, “I have never seen a boy naked.”

“Yes, I answered, I suppose if you don’t have a brother . . . ah . . . Do you mean you want to see me naked?”

“Yes, exactly,” she answered.

“Well,” I answered, “I will show you mine if you show me yours.”

“I can’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked

“I promised my mother that I would never let a man see me naked until I was married,” she said.  “You see my mother let a boy get her pregnant and then he wouldn’t marry her.  She doesn’t want the same thing for me.”

My mind was racing at this time.  The idea of CFNM was occurring to me.  This could be fun even if it was not reciprocated.  I said, “I won’t undress for you, you will have to undress me yourself.”

“OK,” she said, “stand up.”  I stood up and she began by unbuckling my belt.  In a few seconds my pants fell to the floor.  Then she pulled down my shorts.  With my genitals exposed she sat down in front of me and stared at them.  I already had half a hard on.  It didn’t take long before I was fully erect.  She took off my pants and underpants from around my ankles and through them on a chair.

“It is growing!” she exclaimed.

“It is supposed to do that,” I said, it means that I like you.”

“It looks like a big mushroom,” she said.  “Do they all look like that?”

“Only the ones that have been circumcised,” I answered.

“Can I touch it?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered, “I would like that.”

“It is so hard,” she said.  “But the head is soft.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she answered.  “This is fun.  I have never even seen one before and now I have one all to myself.  Can I kiss it?”

“Sure,” I answered and she bent down and planted a big, wet kiss right on the tip of my cock.

“And these are your testicles?” she asked as she grabbled them and began fondling them.  “I can see why they are called balls.  They seem more shaped like eggs.”

“Does it stand up like this all the time?” she asked.

“No,” I answered.  “It only stands up like this when I am sexually excited.”

“And you are sexually excited now?” she asked.

“Very much so,” I answered.

“I am flattered,” she said continuing to caress my balls.  “Oh, I really like it when you respond to me like this.  So I am the one that made it grow, if I wasn’t here it would be soft and small.”

“Yes,” I answered.

“I have heard that it spurts,” she said.

“Yes, it will,” I answered.

“I want it to spurt,” she said.  “Can you make it spurt?”

I said, “No, you are the one who makes it spurt.”

“Really,” she said, “what do I have to do”

“Stroke it,” I said.  “Stroke it with one hard and caress my balls with the other.”

She grabbed my cock and began stroking it up and down while she caressed my balls with the other, her eyes glued on the cock and balls the entire time.  “Oh I love how your hard cock feels in my hand as I stroke it.  Does this feel good to you?”

“Oh yes,” I answered.  “I love your hand on my cock and your other hand on my balls.”

“Oh yes,” she said as she continued to stroke me.  “Your cock is mine, even your balls are mine.  You can’t control your own body but I can.  Come on, spurt for me, spurt for me.”

“I am cumming,” I said as semen began to spurt out from my cock.  As it did she timed her strokes to the spasms of my cock. 

“Oh yea,” she said. “Oh yea, that is what it looks like when you spurt.”  She then spontaneously produced a Kleenex and cleaned me up. 

“Stay right here,” she said, “I want you to meet my mother.”

Panic ensued as I tried to get up to get dressed.  She pushed me back.  “Oh no, my mother wants to see you like this.  She then grabbed my pants and underpants and rushed out of the room.  In a few second she was back with her mother.  I did not know what to do.  I couldn’t leave.  I stood up and said, “Hello, Mrs. Marshall.”

“Hello Pat,” she answered.  “I am glad to meet you.”

May intervened and said, “I did it like you said mother.  I am not going to get pregnant like you did.”  May then showed her mother my cum in the Kleenex.

Mrs. Marshall then bent down in front of me to look directly at my cock and balls.  “He appears to be a nice specimen” She said weighing my cock and then my balls with her hand, “You did well my daughter.”

I said, “Can I have my pants?

“Not yet,” said Mrs. Marshall, “we like you like this. I need to do a better job cleaning you up.”  She then went and got a wash cloth and proceeded to carefully and thoroughly wash the residue of cum of my cock.  When she finished that she carefully and thoroughly washed my balls even though there was no residue on them.  When she finished I had regained a full hard on.

“Look,” she said, “how virile he is.  He has grown another hard on.”

“Did you like your hand job?” Mrs. Marshall asked.

“Yes, very much so,” I answered.

“Then you will go out with her again?” she asked.

“If she will have me,” I answered and then we made plans for the next Saturday. 

The next weekend when I took May home she had my pants off even before we started necking.  Each time I took her out she would give me a hand job but she would never let me engage in heavy petting.  I guess she would not trust herself.  She didn’t want to end up like her mother.  Unlike the first date Ms. Marshall was always present when May gave a hand job and it was the mother who cleaned me up after.

After a while, I realized that I was providing some sexual relief to May’s mother as she watched May give me a hand job and each time she cleaned me up.  I asked her if it wouldn’t be better if she just bathed me.  She agreed.  When she bathed me I could see that she enjoyed it just as much as I did.  Each time she bathed me she took her time and carefully and thoroughly washed my cock and my balls. 

One time she paid me to do some yard work for her when May was not around.  I came in after dirty and sweaty.  “I could use a shower,” I said.

She bit.  “I can do that for you,” she said.  We went into the bathroom and I undressed in front of her.  She wet me under the shower and proceeded to wash me in the same thorough manner as always.  I was used to her washing me by now and since I had just been jacked off I did not get hard ons.  This time I hadn’t been jacked off so I got a nice big hard on.  She noticed. 

When she was done washing my cock and balls I asked, “Why are you stopping?”

She looked up at me curiously and then began to stroke my cock seriously.  I smiled at her and she smiled back.  I came quickly and she cleaned up afterward.  She proved as skillful at hand jobs as her daughter.  After it was over she said, “Thank you for letting me do that.  It has been a long time since I was able to please a man.”

“My pleasure,” I responded.  I began to find excuses for going over there when I knew May’s mother would be there and May wouldn’t.  The first time I did that I said, “I could use a shower.”  Ms. Marshall looked at me curiously and went into the bathroom.  I followed her.  I undressed in front of her and she gave me a thoroughly cleaning followed by a slow hand job.  She knew that I loved to have my testicles caressed and she waited until I told her I was ready, then she stroked me to completion.  Later she would not have to be told. 

One day May had me come over.  When I arrived I found that May was there with her best friend, Mindy.  “I have been bragging about you,” she said.

“About what?”  I asked.

“What I nice cock you have and how virile you are,” she answered.

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

“Mindy has never seen a grown man naked.  She has only seen her little brothers.  She has never seen a hard on,” answered May.

With that May unbuckled my belt and began undressing me while Mindy watched.  In short order I was naked in front of both of them.  I had a hard on even before either touched me.  “Go ahead,” May said, “Touch him, give him a good feel.”  Mindy reached out somewhat timidly at first but before long she had cupped my balls and had a first grasp around my cock.  “Stroke it,” said May and he will spurt for you.  Mindy complied immediately.  I looked down at her face which was glowing with a smile and her eyes were glued to my cock.  She was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

“You are right,” she told May, “his cock is really hard.  I like the feel of his balls too.  It gives me a sense of power to hold a man’s balls in my hand.  I hold the very essence of his manhood in just one hand.  His balls, his cock are mine!He obeys my very touch.”

Mindy’s words, her obvious joy in fondling me I found erotically exciting.  I came quickly ejaculating cum all over her hands.  She clearly didn’t mind continuing to fondle me until my balls were thoroughly drained.  She went to wash her hands while May cleaned me up.  I wanted to get dressed afterwards but the two girls insisted I stay naked.  May said that Mindy deserved a chance to see a deflated cock as well as an erect one.  Before I deflated Mindy took out her telephone and took pictures of my cock and some with her face and hands in the frame. 

A week later I was asked to come over to May’s house again.  I found out that the girls had been spreading rumors about me. They all wanted to see if my cock and my balls were as cute and responsive as told.  The house was full of a dozen girls just waiting for May to undress me.  This she did and I was quickly naked in front of 12 different girls all of whom were lusting after me. 

They quickly lined up and I approached them one at a time.  Immediately they reached out grabbed both my cock and balls and began stroking.  I quickly grew a hard on much to the pleasure of my audience.  It was then I had an idea. 

Whenever one of the girls fondled my genitalia I would fondle her breasts.  At first a couple of them got angry but when they did I forcibly removed their hands from my genitalia.  They quickly got the message and let me fondle their tits when they fondled my cock and balls.  As I reached the middle of the line some of the girls had removed their blouses and bras.  I then not only fondled their tits but I sucked on them as well. 

As I reached the end of the line one of the girls was entirely naked.  I knew what I was expected to do.  While she fondled my genitals I finger fucked her.  That was intensely exciting, I could feel her body move with the rhythm of my finger.  I came almost immediately and I could feel her pussy pulsating in orgasm as I did.  I briefly considered turning her around, bending her over and jamming my cock into her pussy but I decided not to since May might get mad. 

I really liked May but I was her first love and she eventually tired of me and found someone else.  I suppose I was her first love and she remembers me well but not as well as I remember her.