Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:36:27 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I Attend The School of Masturbation" Part One  by Jay Roberts

****No tadpoles under 18 permitted in this pond.  Please go somewhere else.
Those bull frogs over 18, come and croak here.


I have a low level position at the Home Office.  I acquired it through
family connections and of that I am not proud, but one most take whatever
opportunities there exist in this tough job market.  I found the market for
my skills especially difficult when I graduated the London School of
Economics.  There were a thousand of us with similar qualifications, most
with better school scores than mine.

The job was too easy.  I was mostly bored.  I had a tiny office and a
computer.  I attended to my tasks in about two hours and the rest of the
day I did something that was against rules throughout the government, I
watched porn.  The porn of my taste was gay porn.  Oh those boys, so
beautiful, like failed models.  Poor lads having to display their
equipment, the equipment that go them to job, in extremis.  And to
ejaculate in front of the camera, what courage.  It producted in me a
combination of sympathy and horniness.  Usually the horniness won over as I
discretely held a tissue to catch my issue.  (Nice rhyme, don't you think?)

Wanking was an absolute necessity.  At the age of 22 I had no sexual
outlets.  The attractive girls in the office were not my cup of tea, I
foreswore the men as being too dangerous to pursue.  It's not that I was
unattractive.  Actually I have been propositioned several times in school
and afterward.  My ginger hair seems to call attention to me and I guess
they wonder if I am truly a red head, you know, my pubes.

Although wanking is looked down on, it is actually a greatly powerful
release for me.  When I come, it is all I can do not to shout at the top of
my voice and during the processing of bring myself off, I moan like a bitch
in heat.  But, all those years of doing it has caused a somewhat dulling of
the effects.  That is why I was so stuck by the advert I found in my old
Morris Minor windscreen this morning.  It was parked in front of the
building where my flat exists.  I have discarded it, but I memorized the
address and telephone number.  Roughly it read: "Masturbation school.
Learn how to masturbate to produce the most powerful effect."

That was what I needed, but what kind of queer (well I guess he'd have to
be queer) to organise such a school.  Heaven knows where he got his
training.  In any event I was amused on the surface, but eager as all hell
on the inside to reestablish the thrill of wanking that I enjoyed in my
formative years.

As soon as I finished my work at the office, I reached for the telephone
and dialed the number from the advert.  I mellifluous voice answered.
"This is London Masturbation Academy, may I help you."  He said that so
intimately that I almost expected a hand to come out of the instrument and
being stroking me.  I explained my interest and curiosity.  He advised that
he must ask a few questions before arranging an appointment.  The questions
were not strange, the usual, age, health, sexual preference, frequency of
wanking and such.  At least to my mind it seemed ordinary.  He supplied the
address and I was setup for the next day, Saturday for ten in the morning.
He gave his name of Mr. Morgan.

The address proved to be in Mayfair and the town house was set back with a
formal garden beyond the entry gate.  I rang the bell at the gate and a
sharp release sound indicated that the lock had disengaged.  I pushed open
the metal gate that creaked in complaint and made my way along the path of
flowers to the big wooden door and lifted the knocker, which by the way,
was actually a penis shaped object.  It struck the metal pad with a loud
sound and then....nothing happened.  I realized that there was a small
round section of the door that was open.  Someone was observing me before
opening the heavy door.  Apparently I passed muster as the door swung open
and there was a young man, about my age.  He was the kind of person you
would notice immediately on the street.  His chestnut curly hair caught the
morning light and his clean fair skin shone with vigorous health.  He was a
few inches taller than me, perhaps six feet, three.  His body was lithe and
athletic, like a swimming or gymnast.  I was immediately taken with him and
was happy indeed that I had set out for this problematic mission.  "Do come
in Jack," he said in that same voice I had heard on the telephone.  "I am
singularly delighted to welcome you to my institute."  He put his firm hand
that bore long fingers with carefully tended nails on my shoulder and
squeezed gently.  Already I began to feel compliant and willing to bend to
his will, so powerful was his personality.

He led me into a small study or reception office and waved me to sit down.
He took a position, not behind the small French desk but in a chair facing
mine.  He clapped his hands, "First off, do you have any questions before
we begin the course of study?"

I searched my mind.  "Well, do you have other students?"

"Yes, in fact there are three practicing in another part of the house.  I
have two brothers who assist in our course of study."

"Do I, I mean, will I have to appear naked in front of strangers?"

"Such an odd question.  Hmmm, no one has asked that before.  I can only say
that if you consider me a stranger, then the answer is yes.  As far as
other individuals, you ought to reserve your decision until the occasion
arises.  Does that take care of your curiosity?  Now will you join me in
toasting the experience you are about to know.  Incidentally, here is your
invoice for the first three lessons.  We do take credit cards."

The fee was as he had outlined on the telephone.  I proffered my card, he
ran it through the machine, just as a store clerk might do.  It was a bit
humorous and I smiled.  He glanced at me and returned the smile.  "Yes, it
is a bit of a howl to be so commercial whilst the instruction is so
passionate and personal.

I felt my breath catch.  My penis felt larger in my trousers.  In any event
he busied himself in pouring two glasses of deep red wine.  "It's a good
sherry.  It will relax you.  I sipped it.  It was excellent and warmed my
body going down.  I noticed that his glass was untouched and I had a sudden
panic that he had poisoned me, but that fear was replaced by a cheerful
mood, almost giggly.  He smiled back at me.  "You almost feel like a
thirteen year old don't you?  A boy who has recently discovered the best
toy he ever received, his prick.  A toy that may bring infinite pleasure
for life."

I didn't reply, but he was entirely correct.  My college age demeanor was
evaporating and I felt coltish and ready for adventure.  I started from my
reverie as his thick, syrupy voice took on a more commanding tone.  "Jack,
please remove your clothes."  The effect was very natural to me, as though
I was in a physician's surgery.  I stood up and careful took off my jacket,
sport shirt and sat naked above my waist and removed my shoes and socks.  I
looked up at him through my thick eyebrows, "The under shorts as well?"  He
nodded.

Please stand against this white screen.  He pulled down a rolled up
backdrop and I stood in front of it.  I felt completely at ease, not even
attempting to cover up my penis and long ball sac.  He produced a camera
and took two flash pictures.  He had me turn sideways and finally with my
arse exposed.

"You are a very attractive young lad, did you know it?"

"Well I am aware that I am not ugly."

He spoke loudly, "Now no more of that stupid modesty here.  In order to
produce mind-shattering ejaculations by your own hand, no will have to
learn to love yourself, to find that you are the object of your passion.  I
see that I will have to tell you about yourself.  "Your shape is excellent,
broad shoulders and narrow waist.  This emphasizes your large penis and
heavy ball sac.  Your body is almost hairless except for ginger hair in
your armpits and a large profusion reaching form hip to hip in your groin
area, most appealing.  I see you are circumcised.  Are you Jewish?  No.
Well whoever did it make a perfect job.  I also admire your legs.  Very
strong and not thin like most Englishmen.  Are you athletic?  Yes, climbing
and bicycling.  Excellent."

About my cut cock, I explained my num was a great admirer of the royal
family and she red that all the males are circumcised.  I began to realize
that the room was very warm, perhaps it was the wine that I had finished
and also had a second glass.  In any event my body was slightly moist and I
could actually smell myself, although I had showered before coming here.

Mr. Morgan, as he had introduced himself, came close to me and sniffed.
"Ah, ambrosia.  You have a surplus of male sexual hormones.  You may find
helpful to smell your armpit to produce a rapid erection.  Incidentally are
you ready to demonstrate how you presently, and I know poorly, masturbate?"

I knew this was coming and I had steeled myself for it.  I nodded gamely,
then reached down and lifted my penis.  Mr. Morgan pantomimed that I should
sniff my underarm.  I did so and it helped produce and partial erection.
My manliness and wanking ability was to the test and I wasted no time in
going about one of the tricks that generally produces a stiff cock quickly.
I grasped my balls and slowly swung them back and forth.  Whilst my
breathing deepened, My cock stayed the same.  Mr. Morgan stepped forward.
"We must get on with this first part of the course, the part that you learn
of your inadequacies.  I see that I am required to show you one of the
correct methods.  There are many variations as you will learn if you
persevere."

To Jack's amazement Morgan unzipped the coverall outfit he had been wearing
and allowed it to drop along his long muscled legs with their light
hairiness to his angles.  His prick was long and thin.  It hung straight
down over his rounded ball sac.  The young man had a dancer's physique,
very sleek, with long muscles.  His chest was decorated with a fuzz of hair
in the middle, resembling a splayed animal pelt.  It was quite attractive.
With one motion he reached for his cock and held it at the base and
actually twirled it like a baton.  In a moment the entire affair rose up to
it's length of about eight inches and arched gracefully up and toward his
fuzzy belly.  He then softly passed his hand back and forth, barely
touching the skin of his prick.  Occasionally he passed a thumb over the
head that was now slightly leaking creamy pre cum.  His breathing was
audible in the room and his lips was pursed out as if to kiss.  Jack's own
cock was up and pulsing.  He was gasping with excitement.  He saw that
Morgan's balls had separated and one was on each side of the lower part of
his shaft.  His pre cum had now increased to a steady drip.
Then.....suddenly....he stopped and reached down and pulled his flight suit
up and sipped it.  "That is an example of the correct way."

"Would you like to try it?"  He came close to me and coached me.  "No, no,
that's too fast, too vigorous.  Don't grip it, move your hand over the
flesh, don't move the flesh at this stage."

I followed each of his directions and the first time in my life my prick
began dribbled pre cum.  It was almost as much fluid as I would shoot when
I actually came.  I told him.  He said, "That's because you had puny
ejaculations up to now.  You will see the difference."

By now I felt that my entire chest was burning and flushed.  I was
breathing so hard that my head was swimming from hyperventilation.  My ball
sack had thickened and it was rising up to become almost part of the lower
shaft.  I felt I was on the verge of a strong spew when Morgan whispered
sharply in my ear, "Stimulate your ass hole.  Now!"

I had never done that.  It seems somehow distasteful, but this time I
tickled and rubbed it.  My cock jumped and I also spasmed close to an
organism.  He harshly whispered again, "Stick your finger inside, deeply."

I obeyed.  I felt my ass hole clamp down on my finger and my cock began to
shake.  My knees locked and my pelvis began thrusting wildly as I began to
unload, what seemed like an imperial quart of spooge.  It shot out wildly
across the room and then in increasingly shorter spurts I felt sperm
rocketing out of my piss slit.  Finally it stopped and I sagged weakly to
the floor, my cock still twitching giving me added pleasure.

"That was good for a start.  Now you may dress.  I've chalked in an
appointment for tomorrow evening, at which time I will introduce you to my
brothers and other students."

I still felt dazed and weak but I managed to dress and find my way out.
Once back at my flat I had the evening ahead of me and I was surprised that
I never thought of porno for entertainment and I was completely sated
sexually.  This was a novelty for me.


End Part one.