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

Bets were taken and straws were drawn to decide the order of play. The first round would be held the next day immediately after work and at approximately the same time each day. That night as I lay in bed I was intrigued to guess what techniques each of my female friends would use to achieve their maximum cock squirt. My head was filled with wild dreams the whole night and I didn’t sleep too well, but cared even less!

So, Tuesday afternoon rolled around and we all eagerly made our way to Janice’s flat, all chuckling amongst ourselves. In our highly erotic imaginations, we believed that if any of our colleagues knew what we were about to do, we’d have to lock every door and window to keep them out.

What a hoot!

As it turned out Janice was first up. She had a distinct advantage over the rest – and they knew it – because of her history of fucking me. She knew most of my sensitive spots and how to make my spine tingle and my cock grow long and proud.

She began with her usual fellatio technique… good so far! Then moved onto my balls while still licking around the edge of the hood of my cock. I could feel the ‘timber stirring’! She then grabbed a bottle of baby oil and began a good round of lingam massage. I was gone and about to blow, when she grabbed the base of my cock and with a huge grin looked me square in the eye and said… “not yet my lovely!” I could feel the urge slowly subside, but before I could take another breath she was back down sucking my cock for all it was worth, but still with a firm grip on my balls to sense the impending cannon fire.

Just as I thought I was going to fill her boots through her throat, she pulled back and began vigorously wanking the hood of my cock.

My cannon exploded, accompanied by my almighty groan. Janice held tight onto my cock ensuring it was pointed with an inclination and direction to achieve maximum trajectory down the line of the paper. Her astute knowledge of physics and rocket science didn’t go to waste.

As my orgasm subsided and my ejaculations spent, everyone went down on their knees to find the most distant cumdrop on the butchers’ paper. Once agreed upon, a tape was run from my groin to that mark. Janice’s name and distance was written down. “Woo Hoo!” Janice boasted. “3.25 metres, beat that losers,” she taunted the others and we all chuckled at her sassiness.

Each afternoon the exact same routine was played out back at Janice’s flat. Player Two was Rose, who despite excellent skills with my cannon balls only managed 1.5metres.

It was Silvia’s turn Thursday afternoon.

What my fucking buddies hadn’t known was that on that day at lunchtime I coached my athletics group down on the oval. After training when most of the group had returned to college three girls stayed behind. As they slowly changed one of them asked if I could help with some advice. I was increasingly being consulted by many of my senior students for sex advice, so this request wasn’t at all unusual. Apparently, two of them had boyfriends who were prematurely ejaculating and the girls were getting very frustrated. “How can we stop our boyfriends from cumming too early, Michael?”

These young women had truly passed the mark of false modesty and schoolgirl immaturity and had developed a rationality toward sex education. Hence posing this question to me didn’t warrant the least bit of embarrassment and was particularly pertinent to the difference in our gender. They’d just been totally naked in front of me, without the least bit of hesitation, while changing to and from their athletics tunic to their school uniform, and as was usual on training day none of them wore knickers. Also, as we regularly saw each other naked, it didn’t seem an ‘unusual’ question for them to ask and also expect an ‘intimate’ explanation.

We had about 15 minutes left in the lunch break, so I agreed.

I had given Sister Mary my absolute assurances that I would never take sexual advantage of any of my students. These were vulnerable young women and I recognized how easily their emotions could be compromised had I ever physically touched their person. I kept my hands to myself in their company, but had no qualms allowing them contact with me, when they showed the maturity to understand the reasons and it was appropriate for their learning.

Naïvely and trustingly, I had been ultimately persuaded, by both students and staff, that my nudity wasn’t seen as sexual in the college environment and when appropriate could be used for genuine female edification.

From my history with these particular senior girls there was never a question that my nudity would be a concern for them and they had shown themselves to be emotionally prepared for the lesson they requested. Also, by the tone of their questioning there seemed a natural and presumed expectation that I would utilize my male assets to demonstrate any solutions to their dilemma. So, to clearly explain my answer, I loosened the fly on my pants and without any hesitation or reticence liberated their anticipated instructional resources from inside my jocks.

I was by now semi erect, which for most sex educational presentations in the college had become quite normal and aided in this demonstration. I never failed to be aroused by the thought that my body was genuinely satisfying female curiosities.

I explained to them that one way to delay a man’s ejaculation is by pressing firmly on the base of the shaft of his penis as his arousal builds. “You can feel a man’s arousal by the increasing tightness in his balls.” I explained.

To demonstrate I gently took one girl’s hand and got her to lift my balls to locate the shaft that ran beneath them and along the extended length of a man’s penis. I explained that this point on a man’s anatomy is in the exact same spot on his body as the entrance to their vagina is on them. This fascinated all of them and I angled my hips to give them a better view as they each came in close to see this spot beneath my balls.

My cock gradually bent like a banana and became firmly erect at the tender and delicious warmth of her hands around my balls. I could see that the other girls became highly excited at this reaction she had induced in my cock. Everyone seemed completely comfortable with this intimacy with my cock and balls and showed an intense eagerness to learn more. “Keep pressing and as you feel my balls ease in tightness you can then release your thumb.” I haltingly murmured, as my breath momentarily left me.

As my cock began to droop I was asked, “Will that work every time Michael?” “More often than not!” I assured them, feigning my sensations as my own fervor diminished. The other two girls then each took their opportunity to feel the ‘pressure’ point on my cock and cup my balls in their other hand. They each seemed puzzled that my cock didn’t respond as it previously had done. Without them verbalizing their disappointment, I quickly explained that once the initial arousal had diminished in a man’s cock there is a delay in subsequent arousal responses. If this action is continued, he may lose any sensation for ejaculation and often remain fully erect for any mutually desired intimacy.

“What about ‘blue balls’, I was quizzed. Obviously, this lament had been put to these girls more than once. I explained that ‘blue balls’ is simply a sensation a man may experience when he doesn’t climax. I assured them that it does not damage a male and not to be overly concerned that you’re harming your boyfriend.

“Thanks so much, Michael,” they chorused. As we shared such a unique intimacy, it seemed appropriate for them to call me by my first name, outside school grounds. As we walked back to the college together they asked other questions regarding how to respond to other boyfriend issues and excitedly chatted amongst themselves as if they’d just discovered electricity.