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

Those of us not involved in any ‘activity’ would simply enjoy a drink or two or three while watching the erotic performances around us. Usually, these erotic displays and hot naked bodies writhing around us would be enough for the start of either personal self-stimulation or pairing up with anyone left for mutual stimulation.

In this relaxed shared enclave it became a normal practice for any of my ‘sisters’ to simply enjoy casual play with my bounty any time they felt inclined. I completely accepted the fun my cock and balls supplied and became completely unruffled at offering them access whenever they felt inclined. It wasn’t unusual for example, for one or two of them to sit beside me and just fondle my balls or cock while we shared drinks and casual banter together with our other sisters.

This didn’t seem at all distracting to anyone and amidst shared smiles and knowing looks we’d continue with our fun till someone in the sisterhood decided to begin another fucking or intellectual activity.

During these friendly fondles, I became acutely aware of the attraction my balls had for every one of my sisters. One of their favourite instinctive activities was to sit beside me and casually reach out and hold both my balls in the palm of her hand and roll them back and forward. This always seemed to mesmerize both them and me and we could sit like this for long extended periods and continue drinking and chatting to each other or others around the room, without any apparent regard to this shared intimacy.

A few years later while on holidays in Asia I discovered a product called ‘stress balls’. These are two ceramic balls, the same size as man-balls, which were a popular item amongst women. They’d roll them around in the palm of a hand for hours and it was said to reduce stress. My balls were proving to have this exact same effect on my harem sisters.

Coincidentally, I also became aware how hypnotically alluring my balls could be while I was self-pleasuring my cock. It would not be unusual for any one of us to simply begin self-pleasuring while sitting and chatting together. I often sat with my legs spread and my balls dangling over the edge of my seat. When I was totally flaccid my balls hung very low in their extended sacks and this always attracted some occasional interested glances. As I masturbated in this position, I noticed how each of my sisters became attracted to the ‘dance’ my balls were presenting between my legs. However, as I became more aroused, my balls would gradually tighten and eventually retract into my body and their ‘dance’ and the ‘spell’ they held on my sisters ceased.

Even though it was (wrongly) assumed that Janice and I were a unit, she made it obvious to everyone, right from the day the others joined us, that she understood my ‘toys’ would be joyfully shared openly amongst every woman in our new fucking collective. Her eager erotic egalitarianism was just another aspect of her basic feminist philosophy surrounding male prostitution. I had obviously consented to this belief when I agreed to have her bisexual friends increase the members of our fucking alliance.

One day while trialing some sex toys she was keen to use, Silvia aroused me and put a cock ring on the base of my shaft and asked me to fuck her to test its effect on her clitoris. It did give her pleasure, but while playing around afterwards, she slipped the cock ring around my two balls. We were both amazed at how plump and round it made my balls appear. They dangled more profoundly and independently from my cock. I also noticed, as Silvia fiddled and played with my enhanced balls, how extra sensitive my scrotum became in this extended state. During our playing we both noticed how much my balls bounced and danced around while Silvia played the puppeteer using my cock as the ‘string’ to my two loosely dangling baubles. She was transfixed and called the others over to watch the ‘puppetry’ she had just produced with my balls.

The unfretted freedom to play with each other like this opened each of us up to a realization that despite our minor genital differences, we were all very similar in desires, responses and dreams.

On one particular day two other women, Maryanne and Lee, from the Admin staff, who occasionally dropped in, had joined us for drinks. Janice started kissing me and I turned my head to take her lips square on mine. We both started fondling each other and Janice slid down to her favourite position kneeling between my legs and started sucking my cock. I was incredibly horny and it didn’t take long for my loins to stir. Janice sensed I was about to explode and began gently squeezing my balls. That was it! I came with an almighty squirt that flew metres into the air. As she kept pumping my balls and stimulating my hood a second squirt followed immediately almost as high.

Janice was wide-eyed and seemed well pleased with what she had fashioned from me! She’d seen me react this explosively before but the others hadn’t. The other women who were sitting nearby, nibbling on cheese and biscuits and sipping their wines, while they enjoyed the show, were equally wide-eyed.

“Wow! That was spectacular Michael!” Janice blurted. “Can you go again?” She teased, being all too familiar with my orgasmic incapacity. I was beginning to sense that this episode of fellatio hadn’t been accidental. I was beginning to know her well enough to sense she was planning something.

I was spent and she and the others could see it, but they were all still intrigued and all gathered closer to examine just how far my ejaculation had gone. “There’s some spunk over here,” Silvia jokingly announced from almost halfway across the room.

At this stage of my friendship with these women I knew I was the ‘relief hitter’ in the entertainment they shared together. I was the ‘mere male’ and good from some cock fun when the mood moved them. I was unfazed by this nonchalance toward me and silently reveled in whatever attention I got and what I was learning about the female psyche, from this collective of bisexual women.

As I recovered myself, my teaching chums began an ‘intellectual’ discourse on the maximum distance for a squirt they’d experienced with the men they’d known. They teased Silvia if she’d defend the honour of women everywhere and be up for a man against woman squirting challenge, but she declined. “Why don’t we do a few test runs on Michael and see if he’s ‘up’ for it,” Rose suggested. “Hey that’d be fun,” the others chorused as they turned toward me. “Are you up for a squirting challenge, Michael?” Janice questioned, with a twinkle in her eye and a huge cheeky grin on her face. Again, she knew me all too well. I was equally as horny as my fucking buddies, but also knew I had nowhere near their capacity for sex – as I secretly lamented the orgasmic limitations of my gender.

A ‘book’ and fantasy odds was set up on each of my buddy’s chances for winning the ‘Goldilocks Challenge’, as it came to be named. They agreed there had to be an equal playing field and each contestant should get her chance, taking into account my ejaculatory limitations and the strength of my subsequent squirts on the same day.

I was as keen as mustard too! This seemed like a dream! I was going to get fellatio from each of my buddies every afternoon after work and all I had to do was to enjoy my natural sexual instincts. They were eager to test their manhandling abilities against each other, with the winner determined by the distance she could get my cock to squirt.

The ‘playing field’ was decided upon. I’d sit in the lounge chair in the far corner of the room and a long sheet of butcher’s paper would be rolled out across the floor each day. The distance of each contestant’s elicited squirt from my cock would be measured to furthermost droplet of cum and recorded.