****No tadpoles under 18 permitted in this pond. Please go somewhere else. Those bull frogs over 18, come and croak here.
I have a low level position at the Home Office. I acquired it through family connections and of that I am not proud, but one most take whatever opportunities there exist in this tough job market. I found the market for my skills especially difficult when I graduated the London School of Economics. There were a thousand of us with similar qualifications, most with better school scores than mine.
The job was too easy. I was mostly bored. I had a tiny office and a computer. I attended to my tasks in about two hours and the rest of the day I did something that was against rules throughout the government, I watched porn. The porn of my taste was gay porn. Oh those boys, so beautiful, like failed models. Poor lads having to display their equipment, the equipment that go them to job, in extremis. And to ejaculate in front of the camera, what courage. It producted in me a combination of sympathy and horniness. Usually the horniness won over as I discretely held a tissue to catch my issue. (Nice rhyme, don't you think?)
Wanking was an absolute necessity. At the age of 22 I had no sexual outlets. The attractive girls in the office were not my cup of tea, I foreswore the men as being too dangerous to pursue. It's not that I was unattractive. Actually I have been propositioned several times in school and afterward. My ginger hair seems to call attention to me and I guess they wonder if I am truly a red head, you know, my pubes.
Although wanking is looked down on, it is actually a greatly powerful release for me. When I come, it is all I can do not to shout at the top of my voice and during the processing of bring myself off, I moan like a bitch in heat. But, all those years of doing it has caused a somewhat dulling of the effects. That is why I was so stuck by the advert I found in my old Morris Minor windscreen this morning. It was parked in front of the building where my flat exists. I have discarded it, but I memorized the address and telephone number. Roughly it read: "Masturbation school. Learn how to masturbate to produce the most powerful effect."
That was what I needed, but what kind of queer (well I guess he'd have to be queer) to organise such a school. Heaven knows where he got his training. In any event I was amused on the surface, but eager as all hell on the inside to reestablish the thrill of wanking that I enjoyed in my formative years.
As soon as I finished my work at the office, I reached for the telephone and dialed the number from the advert. I mellifluous voice answered. "This is London Masturbation Academy, may I help you." He said that so intimately that I almost expected a hand to come out of the instrument and being stroking me. I explained my interest and curiosity. He advised that he must ask a few questions before arranging an appointment. The questions were not strange, the usual, age, health, sexual preference, frequency of wanking and such. At least to my mind it seemed ordinary. He supplied the address and I was setup for the next day, Saturday for ten in the morning. He gave his name of Mr. Morgan.
The address proved to be in Mayfair and the town house was set back with a formal garden beyond the entry gate. I rang the bell at the gate and a sharp release sound indicated that the lock had disengaged. I pushed open the metal gate that creaked in complaint and made my way along the path of flowers to the big wooden door and lifted the knocker, which by the way, was actually a penis shaped object. It struck the metal pad with a loud sound and then....nothing happened. I realized that there was a small round section of the door that was open. Someone was observing me before opening the heavy door. Apparently I passed muster as the door swung open and there was a young man, about my age. He was the kind of person you would notice immediately on the street. His chestnut curly hair caught the morning light and his clean fair skin shone with vigorous health. He was a few inches taller than me, perhaps six feet, three. His body was lithe and athletic, like a swimming or gymnast. I was immediately taken with him and was happy indeed that I had set out for this problematic mission. "Do come in Jack," he said in that same voice I had heard on the telephone. "I am singularly delighted to welcome you to my institute." He put his firm hand that bore long fingers with carefully tended nails on my shoulder and squeezed gently. Already I began to feel compliant and willing to bend to his will, so powerful was his personality.
He led me into a small study or reception office and waved me to sit down. He took a position, not behind the small French desk but in a chair facing mine. He clapped his hands, "First off, do you have any questions before we begin the course of study?"
I searched my mind. "Well, do you have other students?"
"Yes, in fact there are three practicing in another part of the house. I have two brothers who assist in our course of study."
"Do I, I mean, will I have to appear naked in front of strangers?"
"Such an odd question. Hmmm, no one has asked that before. I can only say that if you consider me a stranger, then the answer is yes. As far as other individuals, you ought to reserve your decision until the occasion arises. Does that take care of your curiosity? Now will you join me in toasting the experience you are about to know. Incidentally, here is your invoice for the first three lessons. We do take credit cards."
The fee was as he had outlined on the telephone. I proffered my card, he ran it through the machine, just as a store clerk might do. It was a bit humorous and I smiled. He glanced at me and returned the smile. "Yes, it is a bit of a howl to be so commercial whilst the instruction is so passionate and personal.
I felt my breath catch. My penis felt larger in my trousers. In any event he busied himself in pouring two glasses of deep red wine. "It's a good sherry. It will relax you. I sipped it. It was excellent and warmed my body going down. I noticed that his glass was untouched and I had a sudden panic that he had poisoned me, but that fear was replaced by a cheerful mood, almost giggly. He smiled back at me. "You almost feel like a thirteen year old don't you? A boy who has recently discovered the best toy he ever received, his prick. A toy that may bring infinite pleasure for life."
I didn't reply, but he was entirely correct. My college age demeanor was evaporating and I felt coltish and ready for adventure. I started from my reverie as his thick, syrupy voice took on a more commanding tone. "Jack, please remove your clothes." The effect was very natural to me, as though I was in a physician's surgery. I stood up and careful took off my jacket, sport shirt and sat naked above my waist and removed my shoes and socks. I looked up at him through my thick eyebrows, "The under shorts as well?" He nodded.
Please stand against this white screen. He pulled down a rolled up backdrop and I stood in front of it. I felt completely at ease, not even attempting to cover up my penis and long ball sac. He produced a camera and took two flash pictures. He had me turn sideways and finally with my arse exposed.
"You are a very attractive young lad, did you know it?"
"Well I am aware that I am not ugly."
He spoke loudly, "Now no more of that stupid modesty here. In order to produce mind-shattering ejaculations by your own hand, no will have to learn to love yourself, to find that you are the object of your passion. I see that I will have to tell you about yourself. "Your shape is excellent, broad shoulders and narrow waist. This emphasizes your large penis and heavy ball sac. Your body is almost hairless except for ginger hair in your armpits and a large profusion reaching form hip to hip in your groin area, most appealing. I see you are circumcised. Are you Jewish? No. Well whoever did it make a perfect job. I also admire your legs. Very strong and not thin like most Englishmen. Are you athletic? Yes, climbing and bicycling. Excellent."
About my cut cock, I explained my num was a great admirer of the royal family and she red that all the males are circumcised. I began to realize that the room was very warm, perhaps it was the wine that I had finished and also had a second glass. In any event my body was slightly moist and I could actually smell myself, although I had showered before coming here.
Mr. Morgan, as he had introduced himself, came close to me and sniffed. "Ah, ambrosia. You have a surplus of male sexual hormones. You may find helpful to smell your armpit to produce a rapid erection. Incidentally are you ready to demonstrate how you presently, and I know poorly, masturbate?"
I knew this was coming and I had steeled myself for it. I nodded gamely, then reached down and lifted my penis. Mr. Morgan pantomimed that I should sniff my underarm. I did so and it helped produce and partial erection. My manliness and wanking ability was to the test and I wasted no time in going about one of the tricks that generally produces a stiff cock quickly. I grasped my balls and slowly swung them back and forth. Whilst my breathing deepened, My cock stayed the same. Mr. Morgan stepped forward. "We must get on with this first part of the course, the part that you learn of your inadequacies. I see that I am required to show you one of the correct methods. There are many variations as you will learn if you persevere."
To Jack's amazement Morgan unzipped the coverall outfit he had been wearing and allowed it to drop along his long muscled legs with their light hairiness to his angles. His prick was long and thin. It hung straight down over his rounded ball sac. The young man had a dancer's physique, very sleek, with long muscles. His chest was decorated with a fuzz of hair in the middle, resembling a splayed animal pelt. It was quite attractive. With one motion he reached for his cock and held it at the base and actually twirled it like a baton. In a moment the entire affair rose up to it's length of about eight inches and arched gracefully up and toward his fuzzy belly. He then softly passed his hand back and forth, barely touching the skin of his prick. Occasionally he passed a thumb over the head that was now slightly leaking creamy pre cum. His breathing was audible in the room and his lips was pursed out as if to kiss. Jack's own cock was up and pulsing. He was gasping with excitement. He saw that Morgan's balls had separated and one was on each side of the lower part of his shaft. His pre cum had now increased to a steady drip. Then.....suddenly....he stopped and reached down and pulled his flight suit up and sipped it. "That is an example of the correct way."
"Would you like to try it?" He came close to me and coached me. "No, no, that's too fast, too vigorous. Don't grip it, move your hand over the flesh, don't move the flesh at this stage."
I followed each of his directions and the first time in my life my prick began dribbled pre cum. It was almost as much fluid as I would shoot when I actually came. I told him. He said, "That's because you had puny ejaculations up to now. You will see the difference."
By now I felt that my entire chest was burning and flushed. I was breathing so hard that my head was swimming from hyperventilation. My ball sack had thickened and it was rising up to become almost part of the lower shaft. I felt I was on the verge of a strong spew when Morgan whispered sharply in my ear, "Stimulate your ass hole. Now!"
I had never done that. It seems somehow distasteful, but this time I tickled and rubbed it. My cock jumped and I also spasmed close to an organism. He harshly whispered again, "Stick your finger inside, deeply."
I obeyed. I felt my ass hole clamp down on my finger and my cock began to shake. My knees locked and my pelvis began thrusting wildly as I began to unload, what seemed like an imperial quart of spooge. It shot out wildly across the room and then in increasingly shorter spurts I felt sperm rocketing out of my piss slit. Finally it stopped and I sagged weakly to the floor, my cock still twitching giving me added pleasure.
"That was good for a start. Now you may dress. I've chalked in an appointment for tomorrow evening, at which time I will introduce you to my brothers and other students."
I still felt dazed and weak but I managed to dress and find my way out. Once back at my flat I had the evening ahead of me and I was surprised that I never thought of porno for entertainment and I was completely sated sexually. This was a novelty for me.
End Part one.