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

Everyone broke out in spontaneous applause and whistles and I took a perfunctory bow and ‘limped’ off my stage, totally spent from my exhaustive ejaculations.

The party continued back inside the house and every room seemed full to overflow with happy gaggling voices. Still dressed only in my cowboy chaps I mingled with all Suzanna and Bev’s guests and everyone repeatedly thanked me for being a ‘good sport’ and entertaining them so thoroughly. I got many suggestive invitations for a fuck later that night, if I was up for it. By this time though I was firing blanks in both chambers and had to respectfully explain why I couldn’t take up their ‘inviting’ offers. I received many fondles and gropes as I moved from group to group and was warmly received by everyone I approached.

I finally joined my footy players in a corner of the lounge room. I asked them what they thought of the show. They were flabbergasted with compliments and repeatedly expressed their wonder at my abilities. As I was till ‘dressed’ only in my cowboy chaps, my cock was freely available for anyone to enjoy and many of the younger girls couldn’t stop fondling my cock, much to the older women’s amusement and mine.

One of the younger girls asked if she could taste my cock. I was hesitant to agree, till her older sister assured me it was OK. After this a few of the others followed her lead and took this rare opportunity to enjoy some familiarity with their coach’s cock.

This wasn’t the ‘bonding’ I had anticipated with my team, but it seemed to achieve the desired results, judging by the reception I got at training the next week. Everyone turned up on time for training and in the dressing sheds afterwards, I was asked whether I’d agree to conduct future training sessions dressed only in my cowboy chaps.

I laughed at the invitation, taking it as a flippant request. However, Sam came up to me and whispered in my ear, “Would you really mind, it’s all they’ve been talking about since the party?” I looked at them and told them it was getting cold at night, but as a bit of fun, I’d do it for them next week only. My response was greeted with cheers.

Next week I did what I’d promised and everyone laughed themselves silly. We didn’t get much training done as every time I tried to demonstrate a footy skill, my cock would swing and bobble around and they’d laugh. The expected comment was repeatedly made! “Can we train with your balls every night coach?”

As the euphoria of the training session began to wane and on the spur of the moment, I announced that I’d organize a special celebration party for the team if we won the competition that season. There was a curious and excited response and they were all keen to know what I had in mind. “I’ll give you another gunslinger Goldilocks shower show, if we win. How does that sound?” I told them.

They all broke out in gales of laughter, whistles and cheering. “You fucking beaut, coach! We’ll win for sure!” they all chorused.

In reality I knew there was little chance of this occurring and I gushed the announcement more in jest. We were one of the youngest teams in the competition and many of my players had never kicked a soccer ball before this season.

I was surprised that there were regular reminders of my ante throughout that following season. The team played above themselves the whole season and we eventually made it through to the grand finals.

In the dressing sheds for the big game I sensed an unusual tension amongst my girls. Helen had told me during our fucking tryst earlier in the week that all the girls were on edge as they were worried that they would not only lose the game but the special party I had promised.

So to calm their nerves as they changed ready for the game in the dressing sheds I announced that the party was a goer, no matter what the result on the day. The tension eased immediately and they all cheered and began laughing and joking amongst themselves.

They played like champions and we won the competition.

The following weekend I performed as promised.

We all agreed that the dress code for the party would be ‘nude only’. My housemates were the only ‘invited’ guests along with my fifteen ‘champions’. With such a small group of women I knew ‘intimately’ well and all totally naked, I was utterly comfortable sharing my cock for their erotic amusement.

As well as my gunslinger routine, I managed two more explosive performances to entertain everyone and leave them all wetting themselves with laughter. We all got merrily drunk as the party raged on.

I woke the next morning with five naked women crammed onto my bed and the remainder of my team of naked females strewn around the house on lounges or spread-eagled on the floor. I genuinely don’t remember if I actually fucked anyone but from reactions and feedback I was told my cock ‘internally’ tickled many of my team’s cunts that night as part of the entertainment and frivolity.

At future training sessions, if the weather was kind, I’d sometimes agree to their cheeky requests to ‘lose my shorts’ and coach the team with my cock and balls beguiling and enthusing them to attend training. As they never knew for sure when I’d ‘lose my shorts’ they’d turn up for every training session with keen expectations. We never did win the competition again, but they were the happiest and most uninhibited team.

By now, I was totally at ease with utilizing my body for female enjoyment. I’d never been ‘precious’ about my cock! I always saw it as just another component of my body and one that I could use as I pleased. However, I was always sensitive to the feelings of others and would never impose my nakedness on anyone unless they expressed a definite desire to ‘play’.

This relaxed attitude to my nakedness always seemed to disarm, even the most ‘uptight’ woman. Invariably once they’d expressed a genuine curiosity to view ‘Goldilocks’, I was happy to oblige, with a belief it was my small way of negating stupid prudish conservatism.

It’s just a cock, was my mantra!

I didn’t want anyone else to suffer the irresponsible prudishness to the opposite sex that I had to endure as a child and young man. I firmly believe that these attitudes are the major cause of sexual abuse and neuroses in society.

My housemates were keenly aware of my attitudes to my body and regularly asked me to entertain many of their girlfriends following these parties. Goldilocks was occasionally called upon to make an appearance at an afternoon gathering of Suzanna’s school chums or Bev’s weekend get-togethers of her work buddies.

However, even though I had a mature attitude to exposing my body, I was always careful to ensure that these requests were respectful of my self-worth. Both Suzanna and Bev appreciated these conditions and impressed their friends accordingly.

My threesomes with Sam and Helen fascinated both Suzanna and Bev and they were keen to know what we did and how I felt. They asked me to always leave my bedroom door open so that they could sneak a peek or listen to our fun. Sam and Helen didn’t mind either, as they were just as comfortable with their sexuality as my housemates. If they knew Suzanna or Bev were listening they’d sometimes express their enjoyment of our sexual trysts a little more vocally than was justified and this often caused much mirth on both sides of the doorway.

I was asked to repeat my gun-slinging performance on two more occasions that year. One of Suzanna’s school chums got married and I was asked to be the male entertainer for their hens’ night at our house. For the other one, Bev had offered to host a sex toy party at a friend’s house and had been asked if she could get me to entertain them, which I did.