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

“Let’s sit and talk about this situation!” I added in my best moderating voice. Shelly spoke first and asked, “Can you and sis show us some of the cock puppets you have made?” Juliette blushed a bit and said, “Shelly, you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about that.” Shelly flashed a cheeky smile at the others around her and they all giggled together.

I turned to Juliette and smiled and asked her if she’d be happy to give the girls a small sample of what we could do. She seemed extremely pleased that I thought so much of her abilities with my tackle to consider such an offer and raised her eyebrows, smiled and eagerly nodded.

The entertainer in me was happy to take centre stage and I could also see that every girl was more than keen, comfortable and more importantly to me, well prepared emotionally to see this unique performance. I always enjoyed the opportunity to entertain. As an actor I had been trained to utilize every part of my body to express emotions and sensations. I had never performed a nude scene on stage at the Ensemble Theatre but had worked back stage for many such performances and watched with interest as each professional actor prepared in the wings for their naked scene on stage. The fact that they were naked had little significance for them. Their motivation for their performance was to be convincing in the role they were portraying.

Similarly, I saw little significance in the fact that I was utilizing my nudity in this performance for my girls. My motivation was to humour and entertain them. Being naked in a nudist club is obviously assumed. Hence my cock and my two balls became my stage props to entertain my avid audience for this particular and personal performance.

Our secret place at Hesperides was well away from the main area of the club and hidden behind a large stand of shrubs and trees. No one ever came down to this corner of the grounds, so I felt comfortable that our fun wouldn’t be interrupted by intruders.

I took up my position and stood with my legs spread wide apart and my cock and balls dangling tantalizingly in front of the girls. They all excitedly shuffled in close and either sat or knelt within a few feet and at eye level with my performance pieces. Juliette took up her position at my side ready to proudly show off her well-practiced skills and confident aplomb with my cock and balls to her younger sister and her friends. I could tell she was now excitedly appreciating this rare opportunity to show these younger females just how mature, familiar and expert she had become with my macho mystique.

After so many weekends of puppetry play between Juliette and myself I had developed a keen sense of distraction between my genitals and my eroticism. I found I could ‘switch off’ my sensuality when she touched and played with my cock and balls and remain totally flaccid for our play. I was becoming equally adept and flicking that switch back on when I needed an erection. I was amazed at the control I was developing over my sexuality.

So with my ‘switch’ in the ‘off’ position, we began our dick tricks for our very keen and excited audience.

Juliette moved in between the girls and I and fumbled a little. As she held her newly formed puppet in her hands, she’d stand to one side to show the girls. Together we managed to construct a few silly and funny puppets that had every girl in stitches of giggles and gasps. At the end of our little show, Shelly asked if she could “please” have a go at making some puppets.

The unique distraction that these dick tricks created allowed the girls to momentarily forget that they were formed using my sexual ‘privates’. I believed they saw them merely as a non-sexual and funny arrangement of man-meat.

I saw no harm in letting Shelly have a go. I helped her to produce a ‘hamburger’ and then stretched my cock around her wrist for the ‘watch’. The others then insisted on having a try too and soon they were all taking turns with my ‘putty’ to fumble and giggle their way through an array of dick tricks.

I had become an observer in this fun and felt totally detached from their ‘puppets’ as the girls played. I believe the girls could also sense my detachment and felt totally comfortable to play without consideration for any emotional connections between us.

For most of them though, I think the opportunity to just touch and feel a man’s cock and balls without any pressure to return sexual favours, was a real revelation and unique pleasure for each of them. Their curiosity was unbounded and as I patiently opened myself totally to them as they happily pulled, squeezed and shared my ‘toys’ with each other. They continued playing for quite a while, totally engrossed in the pure hedonistic, tactile experience I was graciously affording them.

I had to occasionally help a few of them as their fumbles were causing me some discomfort as they stretched or pulled just a little too much on my balls or my cock. They’d always apologize profusely whenever I flinched, but happily continued once I took their hands and showed them the correct technique.

In her inimitable style Shelly asked, “How come you don’t get turned on and get a ‘hard-on’, Michael?” I explained the difference between sexual and casual play and then induced a rock-solid rod to demonstrate to her and the others how an erection can be non-sexual. They were all totally dumbfounded that I had such control over my cock and an ability to make it grow so large before their eager eyes. I also explained that it is very common for a male to get an erection at any time without being aware that it is happening, as they had observed often occurred to me in their classes at school.

The technique of acting I had studied for my diploma at the Ensemble Theatre was the Stanislavski Method, whereby and actor could emote pieces of dialogue in a script by recall of past personal experiences and emotions. After much practice, I found by tapping into previous erotic memories, even in a non-sexual situation, I could create an erection at will. This ability served me well now and was to prove an even bigger boon in my career as an adult entertainer in future years.

Following our shared intimate frivolity, the girls assumed that the mood and physical connection between us now obviously implied their unopposed physical privilege to my manhood. So, without hesitation or any hint of timidity they each gathered in close eager to feel my erect cock in their hands. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensuality of their ample breasts and warm skin against mine. I could sense that my erection was guaranteed to stay rock solid for as long as they continued their playing. “Do all cocks grow so large, sir?” Carly whispered in disbelief. I told her that my cock was regarded as large according to statistical research. “None of the boys I’ve known had a cock as big as yours sir,” Sue added innocently, without consideration of the compliment it could have been.

As a born educator, however, I couldn’t help myself give them a lesson in male arousal and explained that the best way to tell if a man’s erection is sexual or not is to feel his balls. “If his balls are tight, it’s a good sign he’s aroused,” I explained. As they all could feel both my balls dangling loose beneath my erect cock, they looked at me with a hint of gratitude, realising that this erection was purely for their enjoyment and not mine.

By the end of our fun they were totally ‘besides themselves’ with delight and laughter. However, I was slightly surprised to see that they all had telltale ‘snail trails’ oozing from their pussies and were now obviously highly aroused, so I suggested we head to the pool.

They kept on laughing and chatting and thanking me for the fun we had just shared as we walked back. After our swim, we showered together and by then it was time to head home.