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

During our chat she mentioned that her mum was keen to catch up with me, whenever I had time. As I was on holidays from teaching I told her ‘anytime’. “What about this afternoon, Sir?” she immediately responded. “Sure, tell her to drop around anytime,” I told her.

That afternoon, I was home alone as my housemates were out. I was watching TV when the doorbell rang. I answered it, as usual, in the nude, knowing that Gracie and her mum would be calling. My housemates and I all knew when someone was due to call, so had a good idea when it was ‘safe’ to answer the door naked, or not.

Gracie and her mum, Carla didn’t blink to see me naked, especially as Carla was a nudist also. I suspected Gracie had been to the nudist club as a kid, but never as a teenager.

Carla, was very friendly and happy to see me and started chatting about the Thursday tennis days and joked how ‘boring’ it had become since I stopped going.

I was to learn that Carla was a single mum and Gracie was her only child. Carla had struggled financially on a single mothers’ pension and was proud of being able to bring Gracie up on her own.

After a half hour of chatting, Carla finally got to the reason for her visit. “I’m worried that Gracie, could get herself into ‘trouble’ with all the sexual temptations for young women these days,” she said. Gracie, smiled at her mum and said, ‘Oh mum, I’m sensible, you know that.”

Carla looked at me with an astute knowing smile.

“Gracie and I have a very close relationship,” Carla continued. “When she told me what she had done at the party, I was at first angry at her insolence to you and I told her to apologize to you.

However, as I knew you and how composed you were at the tennis days and such a ‘good sport’ to take all our teasing, I wasn’t overly concerned that you’d be totally mortified.

However, it highlighted a worrying aspect for me and that was her raging hormones that drove her to do that and the further trouble she could get herself into.”

“Mum, you worry too much,” Gracie interjected.

“Maybe sweetheart, but I feel you could benefit from some special care, if Michael agrees to what I’m about to ask him.”

My ears pricked up at this point as I was feeling, up to now, as though this debate between mother and daughter had nothing to do with me.

“I know you are very comfortable with your body, Michael. You proved how composed you could be amongst a group of very horny women at Woodlands and I was so very impressed with your maturity and restraint, despite the many temptations we threw at you.”

“Struth, I thought to myself, if only Carla could have sensed what was going on inside me at Woodlands amongst that group of older women, she might not have been so impressed.” I still felt very immature when it came to females, although my knowledge of them was improving day by day, mixing with my housemates and the young and older women in my football team and some of my students, such as Gracie and her friends at school.

“Would you be willing to spend some time with Gracie and me to help her understand male sexuality? I’d only ask you to share whatever I feel Gracie would benefit from and what you’d feel comfortable sharing.”

At this point, I think my jaw must have dropped an inch or two, as Carla quickly responded, “Although Gracie feels she is mature, I’m sure she’d be much safer around boys if you could familiarize her with male sexuality. I know she likes you and admires you and would be a willing student.” Carla concluded as she smiled and looked over at her daughter.

I could see Gracie’s manner change from annoyance to surprised eagerness when her mother finished her last sentence.

As our discussion continued, it was obvious that Carla felt that Gracie needed some ‘up close and personal contact’ with a male. As Gracie didn’t have a father or brothers, I seemed to be the next best choice. Also, not being closely related I offered much more lateral liberty with male sexuality.

Carla had firsthand knowledge of how willing I could be to share very intimate aspects of my body, so obviously didn’t feel as though this request was too outrageous.

I agreed, with a hint of reservation. Over the next week, I visited their home daily and Carla introduced Gracie to many aspects of male sexuality, courtesy of my body. I was a little bemused by the semi-detachment I had with the whole process but still managed to get erect when stimulated and ejaculated without the slightest hesitation, such was the genuine curiosity and appreciation for my responses by both mother and daughter.

My ability to ejaculate in front of women was gradually becoming an almost ‘out-of-body’ experience. Although I could feel my senses burning and see my cock responding, I was developing little emotional connection with the whole process and occasionally could just as easily been reading a book while it happened. This ‘detachment’ enabled me to respond to almost every request Carla made of my body for Gracie’s edification. My detachment also enabled me to study female reactions to male sexuality. Despite the ongoing denial and falsity in the media and general discussions, I was becoming fully aware of the burning curiosity and appreciation women had for male sexuality.

Gracie was spellbound for most of the time and absorbed every masculine reaction she touched and saw with wide-eyed wonder. Carla less so, but I could tell she was enjoying it. Both mother and daughter were extremely grateful, however, for my cooperation and repeatedly said so.

I continued to see Carla most weekends at Woodlands and occasionally Gracie would join her. However, it seemed my lessons had had a very positive effect on Gracie as she never did fall into the same ‘sex trap’ that her mother had done at her age.

Back in the house, the mood between my housemates and I had changed radically. Our familiarity was now unbounded! Whenever I retired to the ‘relief room’ they would often follow, but after the Christmas party they became much more involved in my wanking. Within days of the party it became an accepted practice for them to play with my balls as I played with my cock. However, we remained true to our resolution and despite overriding temptations on my part, we never fucked each other.

Both girls were as naïve as I was regarding what was ‘normal’ for male genitalia. I did realise that my cock when flaccid was much larger than almost any other male I had seen at nudist clubs. However, when erect I was totally ignorant of comparisons.

I had mentioned that Toni at Woodlands had measured me both flaccid and erect and came up with six inches and nine and a quarter inches, respectively. However, one Sunday as we were all relaxing in the sun on the back balcony and the mood had become very erotic, Bev asked if she could measure me – “for purely research purposes,” she laughed.

They found a tape measure and with my cock fully relaxed came up with the same six-inch result as Toni. Both girls then began to have some fun with my cock and at full extension, measured it again. Nine and a quarter inches!

“Let’s see if we can get a little more out of Goldilocks,” Suzanna joked. She started playing with my hood as Bev ‘tickled’ my balls. I could feel myself on the edge of an ejaculation and suggested they measure again – “Quickly!”

“Nine and half inches,” Bev announced triumphantly and they both laughed.

Just as we were all totally distracted by our joviality, Mrs Withers, our landlord, appeared striding through the bushes dividing our home from hers. She was in her late 30’s and quite attractive. She enjoyed having three young people renting this house as she said it bought some ‘life to the place’.