"We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation."

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

All Male Fiction: Pure Desire (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

"I know where the key is," Ryan stated. "My father keeps it."

"Where?" Marc asked.

"With him," Ryan replied.

"With him?" Marc repeated.

Ryan nodded and then said, "Father only gives me the key once a week so that I may give my penis and my sperm guard a thorough cleaning."

"Wait, your dad locked your dick in that thing before you even sprouted pubes, right?"

"Pubes?" Ryan questioned.

"Pubic hair," Marc said, and, still sitting with his jeans pulled down, reached down and combed his fingers through the trimmed hair above his cock.

Ryan let his eyes fall to Marc's crotch, then, as he came to understand what the word meant, he looked back to Marc's face and replied, "Yes, that right."

"And he's been letting you take it off your dick once a week since then, and you're telling me you've never wanted to or even tried to whack yourself off while you were out of it?" Marc questioned as he mimicked masturbation by pumping his fist in the air. "Not even once?"

"No! Never!" Ryan replied, offended by the question. "I did not even know what…" Ryan started and then paused. He felt the word Marc used was dirty and not something he should say, although he liked hearing Marc use words like that. He then continued, "…what that was or that such a thing even existed until you just… just showed me."

"That's fucked up," Marc said shaking his head. "But now that you do know what it is, the next time your dad gives you the key to that thing, you're gonna try it, aren't you?"

Ryan shook his head. "Father supervises me while I clean my sperm guard and my penis."

"Your dad watches you in the shower, watches you wash your dick?!" Marc asked.

"Yes," Ryan replied, not understanding why Marc seemed so shocked by such a thing; it was completely normal to him. "All fathers supervise their sons in such a manner to ensure that if any swelling occurs down there while washing, the sacred sperm is not expelled accidentally."

"That's fucked up," Marc said again. "So you've never cum before, ever?"

"I'm sorry, but I do not know what the word you just used means."

Marc shook his head. All of this was so strange to him, so unimaginable. He then went about explaining to the naïve and sheltered boy what the word in question meant. "Cumming means shooting your… err… expelling your sperm, as you call it. Have you ever done that?"

Ryan shook his head and then said, "No, I just told you, I've never…" he paused, again finding himself unable to use the dirty word Marc had used, and then continued, "done what you just did before. The expulsion of sperm is something that is reserved only for marriage, and only to procreate."

"Uh-huh," Marc said shaking his head some more. "Ok, I get that you've never actually jerked off before, but since you never have, you must have had a wet dream before, at least once?" Marc questioned.

"What is a wet dream?" Ryan inquired.

"A wet dream is when you cu… expel your sperm while you are sleeping. Usually when it happens, you are having a hot dream."

"You mean, if you get too warm or start sweating while you're asleep and dreaming you can expel your sperm?" Ryan asked innocently.

"Wow!" Marc said under his breath. "No, a hot dream is when you dream about sex."

"Oh," Ryan said understanding now; he knew that sex meant procreating. "No, I've never had a dream such as you describe. I don't see how I could dream of something I've not yet experienced."

"Would you like to experience it?" Marc asked.


"No, cumming."

"To expel my sperm outside of marriage or for any other reason than to procreate would be a sin," Ryan replied.

"Why, because that's what your dad told you?"

Ryan nodded.

"I get that your parents have certain beliefs and that they raised you with those same beliefs, but that doesn't mean that you have to live your whole life according to what they believe."

"It's all I've ever known," Ryan replied.

"I know, but it doesn't have to stay that way forever. You're eighteen now, a man, and you can make the decision to know something else and develop your own belief system; to leave your sheltered life behind and discover a whole new world that exists outside of your own; to experience the joys and pleasures life has to offer that you've never known."

"Like what?" Ryan asked.

"Like sex," Marc said.

"I don't think I want to get married yet."

Marc laughed. "You don't have to. That's what I am talking about when I say you need to experience a world outside of your own. In today's world, people have sex for fun and pleasure, whether they are married or not."

"Really?" Ryan asked with widened eyes.

"Uh-huh… and guys jerk off all the time too. It's normal, natural; at least to almost everyone else in the world."

"I can't imagine a world like that," Ryan said.

"That's fair, I guess. I can't imagine living in a world like yours either," Marc chuckled. "If you want, though, I can help you."

"Help me? How?"

"I can show you what it's like to cum."

"You already did; I saw you touch your penis and expel your sperm."

Marc smiled and laughed quietly at the freakish naivety of the farm boy. "I meant, I can help show you what it feels like to cum."

Ryan's eyes widened once more at Marc's proposition. After seeing Marc expel his sperm and how pleasurable it appeared to be, he had to admit to himself that he was now very curious to know what it was like, what it felt like, however, he still felt it was wrong to expel his sperm except to procreate.

"I don't know…" Ryan answered.

"Trust me, you'll like it."

Ryan still wasn't sure. Marc had made some valid points about him making his own decisions regarding his religious beliefs, but, still, he couldn't be expected to just immediately drop all of the beliefs instilled in him by his parents all of his life.

"I'm telling you, cumming is great. You'll feel something you've never felt before, and it will feel unbelievably good!"

Ryan's penis began to respond to what Marc was suggesting: It was swelling up inside his sperm guard, just like it did every morning when he awoke, ever since he had hit puberty. It was that uncomfortable feeling between his legs that instantly reminded Ryan that even if he wanted to try what Marc was suggesting, it would be impossible for him to do so. He could not even attempt to do to his penis what he saw Marc do to his own, while wearing his sperm guard. And he could not remove it because his father had the key; not that his father would give it to him, even if he was at home.

"So, how about it? Want to experience a pleasure you've never known?" Marc asked a few moments later.

"I-I can't. I really can't," Ryan replied.

"No, you can, you're just stuck on what your parents told you, about it being wrong to do it for fun. Well, I'm telling you, it is fun, and it's not wrong. No offense, but you're parents and any others who share their beliefs are wrong. They are in the minority in the real world. But the only way you will ever know that I speak the truth, the only way you can develop your own beliefs, is to be your own man and experience new things. And what I am suggesting is the first and most important step you need to take."

"I-I want to… know what it's like to… to cum," Ryan said, a strange, almost exciting feeling running through his body as he uttered the dirty word. "But I can't, because I don't have the key to my sperm guard."

"Yeah, I know," Marc said. "But there are others ways a guy can cum, without touching his dick."

"There are?"

"Yeah," Marc smiled.

"How?" the curious boy asked.

"Stand up and take off your clothes and I'll show you."

"Take off my clothes?"

Marc laughed. "Well you can't cum with your clothes on, now can you?"

"I-I guess not," Ryan said. He stared at Marc for a few moments and then nervously stood up and then began to just as nervously undress.

Ryan didn't feel at all uncomfortable when he removed his shirt; after all, even in the Purist religion it was perfectly acceptable for a man to be shirtless, as he and his father and Marc often were while working out under the hot sun in the fields. But when he went to unbutton his pants, he started to feel strange.

When he was down to just his underwear and socks that feeling increased. Sure, his father had seen him without his clothes many times, whether it was when he was receiving a bare bottom spanking over his father's knee when he was younger, or when his father would supervise him while doing his weekly cleaning of his sperm guard; that was just a normal part of his upbringing. But being naked in front of any other man was not so normal. Yes, Marc had seen him naked, briefly, in the shower, but this felt different. Even so, an ever increasing desire to know what it was like to expel his sperm was starting to consume him, and it was that desire that would allow Ryan to finish undressing and expose himself to Marc.

Slipping his fingers over his hips and into the top of his underwear, Ryan pushed them down, and then bent as he pushed them all the way down his legs to his feet and removed them. Now naked except for his socks, he turned and looked at Marc, waiting for Marc to tell him what he should do next.

Marc looked down at Ryan's crotch and took in the sight of the eighteen-year-old's penis locked in its prison. He felt sorry for the boy, knowing all that he had missed out on so far, including the basic right to masturbate and the associated pleasure that came with it when shooting a load of cum. But he was about to change all of that, and that made him feel good - and horny!

"Ok, get on the couch, on your knees, and rest your hands on the arm," Marc instructed as he stood from the couch to give Ryan room to get on it.

Ryan said not a word, knowing that Marc knew all about things he did not, and got himself onto the couch in the position that Marc had described.

Marc then sat back down on the end of the couch opposite the teen boy's raised ass. He took a moment to admire it, and then he licked his lips before working up some spit in his mouth and inserting his finger into it. He sucked on his finger a bit, making sure to get it coated with a copious amount of his saliva, then he withdrew it.

Ryan remained kneeling on the couch, wondering how the position Marc had him in would make him expel his sperm. Then he let out a gasp as he felt something touch his bottom. He very quickly recognized that it was the tip of Marc's finger, and it was touching him right in the split in his bum. Then the finger moved through that split and Ryan gasped again as Marc's finger touched him in his most private place.

"What-what are you doing?" Ryan asked, but before he could get an answer the end of the finger pushed inside of him. "Ah!" Ryan gasped and pulled his bottom forward, and then asked again, "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to make you cum," Marc calmly replied and pushed some more of his finger into the boy's butt.

"Ahh! Please stop! I don't like this!" Ryan cried out. It felt really weird having a finger in his bum, felt wrong, and it was quite uncomfortable, too.

"It will make you cum. That is what you want, isn't it, to know what it feels like to cum?"


"Ok, then just relax. It will start to feel really good really soon, and then really fuckin' good when my finger makes you blow your load!"

Ryan wanted to protest some more and beg Marc to stop what he was doing but he remained silent, for what he wanted even more, now more than anything, was to find out how it felt to expel his sperm.

Determined to bear with it, Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his forehead to rest upon the arm of the couch as Marc's finger pushed deeper and deeper into him, that uncomfortable feeling now increasing; it was starting to hurt a bit.

Just when Ryan thought he wouldn't be able to take it anymore and was about to ask Marc to stop, Marc's finger touched something inside of him and a new sensation flooded through him, causing a moan to escape from his lips.

Marc smiled when he heard this and took it as his queue to start finger-fucking the chastised boy's virgin butt hole. Slowly, he began to withdraw his finger, then he slowly pushed his finger back in. Both actions elicited moans from Ryan.

Armed with the knowledge that Ryan had never cum before, Marc knew that if he let his finger repeatedly slide over the boy's prostate he would cum very quickly; Marc didn't want that. He wanted to prolong the experience so that Ryan would really enjoy it and never forget it, so he took care with the speed and the depth of his finger movements.

Despite this, Marc sensed Ryan was about to cum after only a few pushes in and out of his butt, so he withdrew his finger so that just the tip remained inside, and he held it still. After a few moments, he slowly slid his finger back up the boy's butt and resumed gently finger-fucking him.

Ryan's penis was swollen more than he ever remembered it being before, and it ached like never before as it pushed against the confines of his sperm guard. But the finger that was moving in and out of his bottom was giving him a wonderful feeling inside, and he let out another moan, a long one this time.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Marc said, grinning to himself.

"Yes," Ryan moaned in reply.

"If you think that feels good, just wait until you cum!" Marc said and started moving his finger in and out of the boy's ass a bit faster.

"Oh, ah!" Ryan moaned, and then he looked down beneath himself as he felt something wet coming out of his penis. "I think I'm expelling my sperm!" he exclaimed, although he was not feeling any sensations and the fluid that was dripping from his penis wasn't white in color like Marc's sperm had looked when he had ejaculated.

Marc crooked his head and looked under the boy, knowing what he'd find, and then he laughed. "You're not cumming, that's just pre-cum. Trust me, you'll know when you're cumming!"

"What's that?" Ryan grunted as Marc's finger continued to move in and out of his rectum.

"Pre-cum? It's your body's natural lube. It leaks out of your dick when you are really horny," Marc explained. "In your case, it probably means you're pretty close to shooting your load," and then, remembering how naïve the boy was, he added: "That means expelling your sperm," just to be sure Ryan understood.

"When? When will it come out?" Ryan wanted to know.

Marc reached his other hand under Ryan and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. This caused Ryan to gasp. "Any second now, I'm guessing," Marc chuckled, and then he began pistoning his finger in and out of the boy's virgin hole.

"Oh! Ah! Oh!" Ryan panted, and then his penis began to throb, and then, just seconds later, his whole body convulsed and he cried out as he started to ejaculate. It was the most incredible, intense and indescribable feeling he had ever felt, and his initial cry turned into uncontrollable whimpers as he experienced what it felt like to expel his sperm for the first time ever.

When it was over, Ryan placed his forehead back against the arm of the couch, his bottom still in the air, and panted heavily from the experience, his body trembling and covered in sweat.

"And that's what it feels like to cum!" Marc said with a laugh as he popped his finger out of the boy's ass. "And this is what it looks like."

Ryan lifted his head as he saw Marc's hand come up next to it, and he saw Marc's hand filled with the thick, white liquid he had expelled from his penis. "That’s-that's my sperm?" Ryan asked. He knew it was, but couldn't understand why it was in Marc's hand.

"Yeah," Marc laughed. "It's a pretty big fuckin' load too! But I guess that's what happens when you cum for the first time in your life," he laughed some more.

"How did it get into your hand?"

"I stuck my hand under your dick when you were about to shoot off. Had to, otherwise your load would have shot all over the couch cushion… and then your dad would have found out that you'd been a very bad boy and 'expelled your sperm' while he was away," Marc laughed and lightly slapped Ryan's bare ass with his other hand. "So, was I right or was I right? Cumming feels pretty fuckin' amazing, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it really does," Ryan said as he turned and sat himself on the couch. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

"Now you know why most guys do it all the time, and what you've been missing out on for all these years."

"Yes," Ryan agreed. "But after you do it, what do you do with that?" he asked pointing to his semen in Marc's hand.

"Your load? Well, if you're whacking it and you gotta shoot it into your hand instead of say, shooting it into the toilet or down the shower drain, then you just wipe it up with a tissue, if you got one handy," Marc said looking around and not seeing any, "or you can just wash it away under the tap, which is what it looks like I'll need to do." He then reached down and removed his jeans from around his feet with his free hand, and then stood up and said, "Be right back."

As Marc dashed off to the bathroom, Ryan looked down at his penis. He placed his thumb and forefinger on his sperm guard and lifted it up to examine it and saw that the end of his penis and the interior tip of the guard was covered with his sperm. He became worried and hoped that he'd be able to thoroughly wash away the evidence of what he'd done in the shower after Marc left, because if his father ever found out he had expelled his sperm, despite the fact that he was eighteen, he was sure to be spanked, for that type of punishment would be considered warranted for committing such a sin, regardless of a boy's age.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Marc was standing in front of the sink, but he wasn't cleaning his hand off under the tap like he'd told Ryan – he was using his tongue instead, hungrily lapping up the boy's large, virgin load of cum. After he'd consumed it all, he used his finger to scoop up his own cum that hadn't dried or absorbed into his skin, and he consumed that as well.

When Marc eventually returned to the living room, his exposed cock slightly swollen from secretly eating the boy's load, he took a seat next to Ryan and said, "So, now that I've shown you what it feels like to cum, how do you feel?"

"I feel guilty for breaking the rules of the Purist religion, going against all that has been instilled in me by my parents… but I also feel that what you told me is true; I'm eighteen now, a man, and do need to have my own experiences and make up my own mind about what I do and don't believe in." Ryan paused briefly and then added, "And, right now, I think I believe in really wanting to experience expelling my sperm again."

"Yeah, I figured as much," Marc laughed.

"You did?"

"Yeah, because once a guy cums for the first time, he wants to cum all the time!"

A worried look came over Ryan's face. "But if a man were to expel his sperm all the time by… by…"

"Whacking off?" Marc said.

Ryan nodded and then completed his thought, "Wouldn't he run out of sperm and then be unable to procreate?"

Marc laughed. "Guys don't run out of sperm. The body is constantly making more, so guys can cum as much as they want, even multiple times a day if they feel like it."

Ryan took in that information, thought about what Marc was saying, and then asked, "So… you mean… I could expel my sperm again right now, if I wanted to?"

"You sure could. I mean, most guys wouldn't be able to cum again immediately after shooting a load, but, given you are eighteen and just came for the first time, I think we could get you to dump another load quite easily," Marc chuckled. "So, is that what you want, for me to help you expel your sperm again, right now?"

"Yes!" Ryan answered excitedly.

"Great, because I'd love to show you another way to cum without needing to touch your dick."

"Really? How?"

Marc grinned at the boy. "Just turn around, face the back of the couch and leave the rest up to me!"


© 2015 Ryan Michaels

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1 comment:

  1. Since you're back, howzabout a part three now?