Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I watched bemused as two girls used tissues to clean cum from my cock and then tuck my tackle back into my jeans. I was very groggy but managed to smile and laugh in appreciation. They all leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said thanks for the fun I had shared with them.

The following day after the party a group of girls knocked on my door late in the afternoon. I was still recuperating in bed and hadn’t realized my housemate had let them in. I was naked as I came out to see who was at the door – we all thought nothing of answering the door sans clothes. My housemate was also naked and chatting to them as I stumbled into them in my lounge room. They didn’t seem at all perturbed by my housemate’s nudity or mine and were all smiles. One girl stood up and sheepishly said, “We’re sorry sir, I hope we didn’t embarrass you last night? We were all a bit tipsy and couldn’t resist the temptation.” I told them I wasn’t in the least bit annoyed or embarrassed. “As you saw, I obviously enjoyed your attention,” I joked. They all let out a relieved laugh and thanked me profusely ‘for being such a good sport’.

However, I was intrigued to know whose idea it was to initiate their fun with my cock? Some of these girls were in my Year 12 mathematics class, but many of them I didn’t teach. Such a brazen action did seem most unusual for these ‘normally’ shy young women.

Gracie, shyly admitted it was her idea. “My mum plays tennis at Woodlands and had told me your nickname was ‘Goldilocks’!” she said as she looked at me with a ‘knowing’ smile. I could tell by their reactions that the other girls were obviously also very familiar with my nickname. I raised my eyebrows at her and just smiled. ‘Enough said’, I thought to myself.

I suggested, however, that we keep the previous night’s episode a secret between us all and they happily agreed.

When they left my two housemates were curious to know what that was all about. The three of us in the house regularly shared everything about our sex lives together and they both laughed till they embarrassingly wet themselves.

They obviously knew I was a nudist, but I had never mentioned the ‘very’ unusual happenings during the Thursday tennis days. I doubted anyone who was familiar, or not, with nudist clubs would have had a difficult time believing what happened on those days. When I told them just a few things, they were genuinely shocked but also aroused.

Every now and then through the rest of the weekend, as we passed each other they’d each grab hold of my cock and say ‘thanks Goldilocks for being such a good sport’ and we’d start laughing again. It was genuinely funny how apologetic the girls had been for their unbridled curiosity and their enthusiasm for enjoying their teacher’s ‘jollies’.

The ‘relief room’ also taught me well about moral resoluteness. An ability that was to prove invaluable in the immediate years that were to follow in my next teaching appointment at a girls’ college.

As had become a common practice, I shared a couple of my self-pleasuring episodes with them over that weekend following the Year 12 Farewell. I gradually and thankfully released the pent-up sexual energy that had developed from the previous few days of physical interaction, both with them and my students!

Although, I had been sharing regular intimate displays of my bounty with females over the previous few years, up till this point, I’d only ever had one sexual contact in my life and that was with my girlfriend, Cheryl. I’d been their plaything, but had no idea how to take the ‘next step’ and get a woman into bed. This was still the era when men made the first steps and women just waited for that move. So, despite all the attention to my cock I was receiving, I wasn’t getting laid.

The Christmas following the Year 12 Farewell, we held a Christmas Eve party at our house. It was a cool night, so I had lit the open log fire that featured in our lounge room, to increase the Yule Tide spirit at the party. The ambiance and the festivities on that night created an interesting evening of fun. I had invited a few of the older girls from my women’s football team and a couple of friends from Woodlands. There was a real mix of personalities that included some of Suzanna’s feminist friends and Bev’s research buddies.

As the night wore on, Suzanna in her inimitable style had constantly chatted about my nickname and there were numerous taunts and laughter about ‘size doesn’t matter’ and similar comments. Inevitably, I was pressured to ‘produce my goods’ to satisfy everyone of how I got my nickname. This was one of those ‘burden’ situations that my ‘Goldilocks’ nickname caused me.

I didn’t know many of the people at the party and I was still basically a shy person. However, the pressure continued until it seemed I had no alternative other than look a wimp.

When Suzanna noticed me softening to the challenge, she encouraged me to get up on the table in the middle of the room so everyone could see. Amidst cheers, whistles and shouts of ‘get it off, get it off’, I dropped my pants and clambered up on the table.

Once I was centre stage, my hormones and the showman kicked in. I began to dance to Rolf Harris’ hit song ‘Jake the Peg’, bouncing my bauble bounty in time with the music and the whole room fell about laughing. I looked over at the girls from my football team and they were ‘beside themselves’ with laughter. I had seen them naked many times in the dressing sheds at footy but this was the first time they had seen me.

As I gained more and more confidence with the popularity of my performance, Suzanna shouted encouragingly, “Show everyone your ‘extra leg’, Michael.”

I momentarily caught her eye to see if she was serious or teasing. She was dead serious and smiled back at me with reassurance and a glint in her eyes! Bev, then joined in and giggled, “Go on Michael, show them what a gorgeous Goldilocks cock looks like.”

The two girls had teased me infrequently about my nickname in the weeks following the schoolgirls’ apology.

I had a sense that all their male and female friends had also heard about my cock, so this wasn’t going to be a shock to anyone! However, this was the very first time I had become erect in front of other men and that daunted me a little.

As I bounced around, my cock began its inevitable climb north and before ‘Jake the Peg’ had finished, my ‘extra leg’ had appeared – ‘diddle–iddle–iddle-um!’

There were squeals, gushes and giggles and astonished comments and finally everyone was clapping and cheering – ‘You’re a GOOD SPORT Michael’, rang out from a female voice somewhere in the room!

I climbed down from my ‘stage’ and began to mingle as the hilarity settled. As I had just been totally ‘starkers’ and fully erect in front of this group, I didn’t bother putting my pants back on as it seemed a futile attempt at ‘textile’ dignity.

My football girls all gathered around, teasing me with my ‘Goldilocks’ nickname and my ‘extra leg’. “How come you never shared that with us before Michael?” they taunted. As we mingled, chatted and continued drinking, they felt at total liberty to touch and play with my very accessible piece of man-meat dangling invitingly in front of them. As I had always had the advantage over them in the past regarding naked exposure in the footy change rooms, I felt I could have no objections to them now enjoying some retribution of balance in the equation.

Gradually, as the heat in the room intensified with the open fire and the cluster of hot bodies, others began to get naked also. All the men and most of the women were eventually totally naked. Only a few women retained their knickers. They were all Suzanna’s feminist friends, which seemed totally ironic to me at the time.