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

Often there would be an initial shyness amongst my audiences to my nudity. Just mixing amongst them naked and serving drinks or food and chatting would help ease their discomfort and fuel their hormonal fires. Once I began performing most women quickly absorbed and reflected my relaxed attitude to my nakedness. The talents and the skills I had developed with my sexual implements always amazed and entertained most red-blooded women. Any initial shyness in a group soon dissipated as their innate voyeuristic inclinations and the normality of their own sexual appetites overcame them in the heat of a pheromone charged hens’ party.

One enhancement technique I always used prior to any engagement was to engorge my cock a few times with a penis vacuum pump. These pumps would give me a momentary erection till I released the vacuum in the cylinder encasing my cock. However, if done a few times, my cock would stay semi engorged for an extended period, certainly long enough till I became naturally aroused during my performances. This technique gave me an even more enhanced length and girth to my cock and enabled me to make a captivating first impression at my performances for my female audiences.

I knew from the appreciative reactions of women on my life’s path to this point, that my orgasmic skills for a male were extraordinary and I often got some generous tips following my performances. To promote myself I had business cards made with my Naked Knight business details on one side and my male escort work details on the other. I had two separate phone numbers so that when I received a call I’d know what it was about. I always made my business cards freely available and after every party I’d always get many bookings for both my male escort work from individual women as well as more group bookings for my Naked Knight services. This proved to be the most effective way of getting work and eventually I didn’t need to advertise elsewhere at all.

As my Naked Knight business gradually grew, I was offered a part-time position as a mathematics lecturer at Bond University on the Gold Coast. I had always enjoyed teaching and felt my academic qualifications were not being utilized. I taught there for a few years while continuing my sex business.

Unfortunately, the university was in a political quagmire at the time, as Bond University was Australia’s only privately owned university and competed virulently against the more established academia. I never felt intellectually challenged or scholastically appreciated in the job, so resigned after three years of lecturing.

Looking for a new challenge I moved into publishing. I founded a nudist lifestyle magazine and became a one-man operation. I was journalist, photographer, editor, sub-editor, graphic and layout artist. This was my ‘baby’ and I worked hard to make it successful.

However, it allowed me the opportunity to ‘stretch’ my creative talents, while I ‘stretched’ my physical talents with my Naked Knight business.

I worked long and hard hours, but loved every minute of both sides of my businesses.

The magazine became an international success and allowed me the opportunity to travel extensively around the globe.

One aspect I enjoyed was the photographic opportunities the publication required. I would regularly visit nudist resorts and clubs around the globe and photograph people enjoying their wonderful lifestyle.

Being a single man in a nudist environment can be very difficult. Usually most single men are treated with suspicion and caution. However, as the publisher of a highly successful magazine, I was welcomed eagerly into every establishment. Being single and attractive also opened many opportunities with the opposite sex. However, I was extremely cautious not to transgress intimately with any married women I met at a nudist venue. I was representing my business and needed to protect that credential.

The publication also required some professional images to be used to help promote both the nudist lifestyle and the magazine. As such I would regularly do photo shoots with beautiful naked women, of all ages, for possible use in the magazine.

Most of my ‘shoots’ were done on South Stradbroke Island. This is a relatively deserted island, only accessible by private boat. However, it is only a few minutes from the ‘beating heart’ of the Gold Coast.

On most shoots, I’d be naked also and I found this established a mutual trust between myself and the model. It also helped to establish a more ‘natural’ nudist environment that was reflected in their faces for the images I hoped to capture.

On one particular shoot I was photographing a beautiful young woman, Jilly, who was accompanied by her mother,

Gail, for the shoot. I had no problems with models bringing a ‘chaperone’ for a shoot. However, it was usually their girlfriend!

I had met Gail when I had previously interviewed her daughter for the job.

Both Jilly and I were naked as we moved from one location to the next, searching for another nice locale. Jilly and Gail were walking behind me, when I overheard Gail say to her daughter, “He does have a nice arse, doesn’t he?” I could sense she had said it loud enough for me to hear. I turned and smiled at her. Gail was my age in her early 40’s and a very attractive woman. I could tell where my model got her genes from.

As we got to a good photographic spot, I asked Gail whether she’d like to pose with her daughter. She feigned shyness but I could tell she had been waiting for me to ask. With Jilly’s enthused encouragement she agreed and took off her clothes.

I mentioned that I couldn’t afford to pay her in addition to her daughter and she nodded her understanding. However, she surprised me with her next comment. “Would you be willing to help me in another way, as compensation?” she softly murmured in my ear as we set up for the shoot. I thought I could sense what she meant, but as it was to eventuate, it wasn’t exactly what I had anticipated.

Her request momentarily floored me, although I had been asked this same question many years earlier.

She sat down next to me and whispered in my ear, “I would like you to help me educate my daughter. Jilly and I have a very close relationship and she has indicated that she would like to sexually understand men better, without taking unnecessary risks.”

I had a real sense of deja vue!

I could tell Gail was slightly nervous at asking the question, so I took her hand and said ‘of course!’ I then told her of my experiences at the girls’ college and she was both stunned and very pleased with that experience and that I had responded so caringly and positively.

At this Jilly joined us and we all sat naked with our feet dangling in the water and chatted for over half an hour about what Jilly wanted to know and experience.

Jilly had experienced some unfortunate relationships to this point and although not a virgin, had not experienced an orgasm with any of her boyfriends. She was both frustrated and confused as to what this experience was. She also had little experience with intimacy with a man’s genitals and had no idea how they worked.

I could tell by Gail’s occasional nods as Jilly spoke that she had some curiosities bubbling within also. I was to learn that Gail had raised Jilly as a single mother and Jilly was a ‘mistake’ that happened when she was Jilly’s age. With a baby to raise, Gail had not had many opportunities for sexual experiences either, so didn’t feel ‘qualified’ to help her daughter with her many questions.

They were both keen to start these ‘lessons’ immediately and as I had no pressing engagements agreed.

As we were all naked there was little formalities needed to get the ‘lessons’ underway. I invited Jilly to just start asking questions and I’d answer them as we went.