u/FarCrazy54321

As an adult, I have absolutely loved exploring sexually and just doing new and exciting things. Sometimes these experiences include my wife, sometimes they do not. All of the experiences that fit into the latter category are done without her knowledge too. So while the risk is very high, the reward pretty much makes it worth it. I have had several experiences with men since I have been married, but because discretion is a must, they are seldom.

One instance that still greatly turns me on today, was the chance encounter with an open and horny guy on an airplane. I still think back on it and have to convince myself it was not from some amateur porn I saw online; it actually happened.

I had been out in California visiting some family, while my wife stayed at home. It was a short trip, only four days and three nights, but enough to make me miss home. For the purposes of this story, also miss the ability to use her body for my own pleasure. Just the couple days had me feeling an overwhelming amount of horniness. That feeling, plus the circumstances of my trip just happened to align. Almost like it was planned.

My flight was later in the evening and would not get back to Chicago until nearly midnight. It was also mid-January, in the dead of winter, so the entire flight was dark - almost like we flew overnight. The darkness made for good napping time though, or other activities if you were me.

I dozed off after maybe an hour into the four hour flight. However, I woke up with an h expected, raging hard-on as my dreams had become insanely sexual. I was lucky enough to have a sweatshirt over my lap, but got incredibly embarrassed by my position. Water a few moments, I realized no one noticed; in fact, as I sat in the middle seat, both guys on opposite sides of me were also asleep.

I was far too awake now and decided to just play games on my phone. It barely passed the time, and I felt like I had to make sure the light did not wake my row-mates. Unfortunately, my hand rested on my crotch and my mind raced about what could possibly do. It was all a fantasy and certainly could not logically happen. That is, until my phone light illuminated the guy next to me, who sat against the window, just enough.

My heart stopped. I was sure my eyes were deceiving me, as I swore I saw his hand discreetly moving around on his crotch. I tried to not be obvious, bus stared and wondered if I was seeing it right. I move my phone just enough to not attract the attention of anyone around me. He was. His fingers were gently flexing and palm was slowly moving back and forth across the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants.

I was frozen - both by the sight I was seeing and my own sexual mind wandering. I was even more stuck when I saw him stirring in his seat and abruptly waking up.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He whispered with a laugh.

“All good.” I said back, trying to ease the awkwardness.

He shifted in his seat some and pulled his own large, hooded sweatshirt over his lap. I just watched as he got more comfortable, and wondered how well endowed he was. Even though he was a stranger and this was a very public setting, my perverted mind still wandered. I usually do not actively check out other men, but took notice of him. He ass about my age - late-twenties, and in good shape. He was white and clean-cut, just your standard white guy.

He adjusted himself and laid his head against the pillow and closed his eyes, ready for more sleep, when he mumbled his next sentence.

“Too bad you’re not a girl.” He joked.

Never had I taken such a leap or thought I would even try, but here I was.

“Does it have to be a girl?” I whispered to him.

His eyes shot open and he glanced at me. After a few moments of him looking at and judging me, he chucked and closed his eyes again. My heart skipped a beat at what he did next.

After a minute or so, I saw him shifting in his seat and watched as his left hand gingerly and slowly reached over to my right hand. He carefully grabbed it and pulled it back over to him. It felt like an out-of-body experience as this stranger maneuvered my hand under his sweatshirt and directly onto his crotch.

I stayed silent, as my heart raced and I felt him - the thickness, the warmth, the stiffness. I could not believe I was touching another man’s cock, in the place I was, but there I sat.

I like to think I surprised him in return by not immediately pulling away. Instead, trying to take most of him in my hand and begin slowly rubbing his dick. He seemed to approve, since he removed his hand after a few seconds and left me there to explore. I swore my breathing could be heard over the roar of the engines, and was certain everyone could see. Although neither statement was true.

I simply sat there, massaging and gently rubbing against this anonymous cock. I was surprised how still he remained. If it were me, I would have been squirming in my seat.

After a couple minutes, he gently shifted himself and pushed my hand off of him. I thought something was wrong, until I saw him reach both hands under his hoodie. After a lot of movement, I finally realized what he was doing. He quickly pulled his hands out, grabbed mine again and pulled it beneath the cover.

His skin was so incredibly soft and warm, as his cock was so erect. I slid my hand all around, feeling his cock against my skin. I felt his warm, heavy balls as he had lowered his waistband to just below his manhood. I quickly moved my hand up, wrapped it around his shaft and started stroking him. The warm smile that came to his face was all the reassurance I needed.

This went on for a few minutes, me trying to give him the best discreet handjob j could. At one point, I remained completely still as a flight attendant walked by. I felt so dirty, just noticing this woman as I held a stranger’s throbbing cock. She walked by and I resumed my job.

After a like five minutes, he quickly grabbed my wrist and stopped me. He pushed my hand back and moved around in his seat, reaching to the floor. I was confused, but sat my aroused and excited self still. He finally gently sat up, holding one of his socks that he just removed.

I just smiled instead of laughing and shook my head; I knew exactly what he was doing. He fidgeted under his sweatshirt as he slid his sock over his cock - a makeshift condom to prevent a mess. When he pulled his hands back and leaned against the window, I took it as my indication to proceed.

I grabbed his moist sock wrapped around his cock, but did not care. I stroked him with more enthusiasm now, halfway not caring if anyone saw. I wondered how close he was to an orgasm, but my question was quickly answered.

He grabbed my right wrist with a death-grip as I felt him begin to shake in his seat. I kept pumping as I knew he was filling his sock with his cum. It was such an exhilarating moment that I paid attention to nothing else for a short while.

As his orgasm subsided and his grip relaxed, I slowed my motions and allowed him to recover. He casually brushed my hand off him, quickly removing his sock and discreetly pulling his pants up.

“Thanks.” He whispered, as he patted my thigh and leaned sideways to doze off again.

It was my mistake - I looked into a personal loan once, several years ago, now I constantly get spam phone calls about personal loans. It is a mixture of bots, AI and real people. I get no less than four calls a day.

Well, probability won over day as I was mid-masturbation session when my phone screen was interrupted by an unknown number. I had been edging for a while and was ready to cum, so I was even more annoyed than usual. However, my hard cock and an hour of touching myself redirected my brain to be more sexual than usual.

A new idea dawned on me - I was going to make them listen to me as I orgasmed. I answered the phone.

“Hello?” I said, seeing if it was going to be a real person.

“Hi, sir?” Said a male with a foreign accent.

He began talking about the same usual thing, being approved and needing more information. However, I just cut him off.

“Perfect timing.” I said in heavy breaths.

As there was a delay in the phone call before he could respond, I continued. The phone laid on my chest, a few inches from my mouth, right in the perfect position to be heard clearly.

“I’m about to cum.” I said in a hushed tone.

“What’s that, sir?”

Climax. I had been stroking myself at a steady pace after I answered the phone. That was the moment I made myself cum. I held my breath for a moment as a result of pure ecstasy and as I shot a huge rope of cum upward. I finally exhaled and moaned loudly as I continued this intense orgasm. Being louder than usual, grunting and moaning as this stranger listened along. I was certain they would have hung up, but the obvious silence and call screen told me he was still on the other end of the line.

It went on for maybe thirty seconds as I breathe heavily and covered my hand and upper pubic area in a large amount of semen. I started to wind down as I slowed my pace and felt myself melting further into the bed.

“…sir?” He said, seemingly confused.

“You just listened to me masturbate.” I told him.

I hung up immediately after saying it.

Sharing my girlfriend/wife with other men had been a fantasy of mine for some time. My ex-wife listened to my ideas, but conceded it was something she would not want to try; tough to complain about a woman not wanting to be with other men. My current wife and I chatted about it early in our relationship - threesomes, group sex, swingers and just sharing her. Over time, her interest wained but mine did not. After much discussion and being quite honest and transparent, she agreed to give it a go. More specifically, to simply give other guys oral sex while I watched.

The first time was quite fun, although a bit awkward and unsure, as we all navigated a unique situation. Regardless, I loved the show she put on - her eagerness to suck another cock simply for my enjoyment and for me to see a man enjoying the pleasure my wife was giving. It is always a turn on to see and know other men are aroused by your woman.

My fantasy evolved over time and expanded. I had the specific fantasy of my wife using her excellent oral skills as a form of payment - paying for something, repaying a debt, having lost a bet to a friend, etc. I really found specific porn videos exhilarating but knew it was most likely a long shot to truly become a reality. I eventually shared my idea with her and she was more amused than looking to try it. We both agreed how difficult it might be for it to be genuine. Of course, life has a way of working out.

A few months later and after she had experiences with two other men during that time, we found ourselves going to some bars for the evening with her work colleagues. Our sex lives was something we never shared with people we knew, but when we drank (more specifically, her) we were quite a bit more handsy and sexual, no matter who was around. Eventually, she and I summoned an Uber and began our thirty minute drive home.

My wife was quite horny and had little desire to be discreet, even with a random guy driving us home. I stared out the window as I felt her hand drift over and begin massaging my cock through my shorts. I just smiled and looked over at her, seeing her drunken smile as she watched her own hand stimulate me. Not being able to talk, since a stranger was inches away, I pulled my phone out to send her a text message.

“Careful, it’s gonna get hard.”

“Guess I’d have to suck it to finish it.” She replied.

“I think our driver would be a bit turned on and jealous seeing that.”

“Maybe I’d have to suck him too.” She joked back with. “Except he’s a bit older, so probably not.”

Our driver was probably in his late-forties, white and seemed to be in good shape. Unfortunately for my wife, her simple drunken comment really got my brain spinning. *Maybe she should give this stranger a blowjob.* Although she always mentioned not being into too much older men.

My wife gently massaged my cock with her fingertips as I began to wonder about the possibilities, my cock instinctively grew. I immediately thought about this being the perfect opportunity for my new fantasy of her using her mouth as payment. But how could that happen?

“Maybe you should.” I messaged her back, with a bit of seriousness and inquiry.

“Seriously?!”

“We could get the ride for free lol.”

“Except we’ve already paid.” She said quite logically.

I looked at his Apple Maps’ direction to our house - 16 minute ETA. My mind raced at the thought and wondered how to make it happen. Maybe she could just do it and he could send us money so it was free. Unfortunately, my drunk brain was only partially working but it was the best idea I had. I decided to give it a shot, but to just be direct and blunt with him.

“Let’s give it a shot.” I finally messaged her. “Follow my lead.”

I saw her stare intently at the side of my head as I scrolled my phone; I needed to find just the right thing. I found the video from several months back I took of her on another one of our drunken nights. She had stripped to her bra and panties on our back deck as she sucked my dick outside. I figured I would simply show our driver, offer her services and use it as a way to pay - at least the plan seemed good in my head. I briefly flashed the screen to her, showing what I had pulled up. I winked at her as I leaned forward to engage the driver. She quickly tried to grab my arm and stop me but I shrugged her off.

“Can I show you something?” I asked him, as I broke the silence that had been present the whole ride.

“Hmm?” He said as he tried to quickly glance at the screen while also paying attention to the road.

The minute long video was already playing and my wife was in full rhythm as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth, seductively looking up at the camera and being my own personal porn star.

He glanced at it, his eyes got wide and the car rumbled as he drifted to the right and drove over the rumble strips on the shoulder. “Oh shit”, he said as he corrected the car.

He glanced back a few more times to see her eagerly sucking cock, before simply asking, “Is that her?”

“Mhmm. Sure is. That’s my wife loving sucking dick.”

I could see my wife’s head down in a bit of nervousness as I showed her off to this stranger and openly chatted about her.

“She’s pretty good, huh?” I asked him; he only replied with a bit of a chuckle.

“She’s hot too, right?” I asked, hoping to get a response.

He just laughed as he took his left hand off the wheel and twisted it around, displaying a gold wedding band. I realized he was likely holding off on his honest feeling because of his own wife.

“Ahh, she’d never know.”

He kind of cleared his throat before pausing for a few moments and responding, all while we neared our destination. “Yeah, she definitely is.”

11 minute ETA.

“Would you be open to her doing that for you?”

“She can hear us, right?” He asked while laughing a bit nervously.

I just ignored his obvious question and asked again. This time I proposed it as a deal - she gives him an amazing, memorable blowjob, and he electronically sends us money we spent on the ride. In a way, she is paying for our Uber ride.

I watched as we drove down the interstate and all of us silently rode in the car. Thinking back on it, it is such an odd feeling to hope another man allows your wife to suck his dick.

“She can never know.” He finally said, referring to his own wife and probably the life he has at home.

“Of course, man. We don’t even know you.” I told him as I grinned and my wife punched my thigh.

I looked over to see her shaking her head and appearing a bit annoyed with me. I really enjoyed the idea that she was going to have to give oral sex to this older random man, a guy she already said she was uninterested in doing that with. The idea of her being a bit reluctant but doing it to pay for our ride, turned me on immensely.

“Just pull into our driveway and turn the lights off when we get there.” I instructed him.

It was clear instructions but obviously did not directly mention something sexual. The not-direct wording but knowing that it was meant for us to be discreet in the driveway while my wife sucked his cock, turned me on. So much so that I stared at the GPS as it said we had five minutes left. Five long minutes of my wife being annoyed, me being thrilled and this stranger eagerly and nervously waiting to get an anonymous blowjob.

We arrived, he pulled in, shut off the lights and killed the engine. It was silent for a few moments until he awkwardly asked how to proceed.

“She can hop up there with you.” I told him, while also letting her know what to do.

“Watch this.” She said under her breath.

Her tone and look were clear - I was pressuring her to do something she had not directly agreed to, so she was going to go above and beyond to try and make me regret it. She was going to be this man’s personal cock slut.

She aggressively squeeze my thigh before stepping out of the backseat. I could see his breathing quicken as she seductively walked around and got into the front passenger seat. My wife locked eyes with this stranger and was determined to make me believe I was not present and this was not a good idea.

“Hi.” She said to him in a very seductive whisper.

All he could do was smile, before she leaned over and locked lips with him. It was clear she was probably going to succeed in making me regret this; kissing was something we had never agreed for her to do and, all things considered, it did make me a bit jealous. I watched intently as she cupped his face, kissed him passionately and forced her tongue into his mouth. She pulled away and I was able to see she had been provocatively rubbing his right thigh.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He whispered as he looked her up and down.

“You think so?” She asked, as she slipped the straps of her tank top down and exposed her cleavage contained in her white lacy bra.

The man shook his head as she stared at her breasts. He watched eagerly as she reached behind herself and began to unclasp her bra. We both stared as it fell to her lap and she tossed it in the backseat with me.

“Touch me, baby.”

She grabbed his hand and guided it to her left breast, filling his hand and letting out a superficial moan. I watched as this stranger gained more and more access to my wife.

“Do I turn you on?” She asked him.

Her question was a bit pointless as she slid her hand across his pants and onto his crotch, grabbing his penis through the fabric. When she touched him, I saw a big smirk come across her face and she looked at him once more.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so hard.”

He and I both watched as she expertly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He slid them down incredibly quickly, kicking them off his feet and giving him more freedom; giving her only the thin fabric of his boxers between her grip and his cock. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slid them down.

His cock. It was fairly large. Both in length and girth. Even I had to admire how nice it was. My wife stared down at it, clearly a bit surprised at what she was going to have to deal with. I smirked a bit, thinking her confidence got the best of her and now she was on the disadvantage again. However, she once again proved me wrong.

“Fuck.” She said under her breath. “I need that in my mouth. Can I have it?” She asked him, as she looked up at him in such a submissive way.

The man simply nodded his head before she leaned her head over and did what she was an expert at. I had to move in my backseat to be able to get a good view of what was happening. I could not see exactly what she was going at first, but given his loud, deep moan, accompanied by his head rolling backwards, I knew she had taken him in her mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He said, as I heard the very distinct noise of her mouth sucking a dick.

I saw now as she held the base of his shaft with her hand and bobbed her head up and down. I was mesmerized and a bit jealous of her oral action. It went on for a few minutes before she sat up and paused.

“You don’t wanna touch me?” She asked in a tone meant to bring a bit of guilt upon him, although she just wanted me to see her giving herself to him.

He grinned and reached his hand over to grope her breasts again. She smiled at him and leaned back over to continue. She was succeeding, making me regret it a bit as she allowed him to have her more and more.

“Fuck, this is a nice cock!” Her words were mumbled as she slobbered and spit on his cock, sliding her mouth along the underside.

Suddenly, she sat up, aggressively manipulated her pants and slid them down. She looked back at me (the first time she had acknowledged my presence since she started) and moved her hands down again. Her tiny thong came whipping off and she slid everything off, and sat completely naked in the front passenger seat. This was something new we had never discussed either. Her nudity and her next action was simply her doing too much to make me jealous.

“Touch me.” She demanded.

This man could not have cared less if she was married or not, whether I was present or not, or whether or not his own wife would find out, he wanted everything she would let him have. My wife massaged her breasts and spread her legs for him. He took the hint and immediately began touching and fingering her pussy. My heart raced as I wanted to tell her to stop, tell her it was too much, but I just could not. I sat quietly in the back seat as my wife’s pussy moistened and became soaking wet because of this random, older man. I could her the distinct noises of her moist pussy.

She grinned at him, “It’s soaking wet because of you.”

My wife lunged back over to him, sucking his cock in once more and acting like a whore. He was fully committed at this point and reach his hand over her back to touch her ass. She responded by pushing it up more, giving him better access.

“Touch my pussy!” Her words were muffled as cock filled her mouth.

He complied and reached back, sliding his fingers in her from behind. This was it. Aside from fucking him, she let him have all of her. I halfway assumed she would allow him to fuck her too, but had no idea of that had crossed her mind.

“Ohmygodddd.” He moaned out. “I’m close.”

She abruptly paused, lifted her head up, kissed him deeply and looked into his eyes. She looked at him while she continued feverishly stroking his soaking wet, hard cock.

“Where do you wanna cum?”

She leaned down and rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face.

“On my face?”

She then popped it back in her mouth, pushing it against the inside of her cheek and staring up at him.

“Or in my mouth?” She asked with a grin.

Laslty, she sat up, stroked his cock with one hand and massaging her dripping pussy with her other, while finally acknowledging me.

“Or maybe I should let you fill my pussy. Since he wants to force his wife to be a whore for his benefit.”

He just laughed awkwardly and glanced back at me. I was a bit nervous how it might go at that point.

“Fuck.” He said with a laugh. “Let me just cum in your mouth, as long as you swallow.”

She just smiled as she looked at him. “I’ll swallow every drop.”

I watched eagerly as she leaned back over to finish him off. Her last bit of effort to make me feel jealous came next. She looked up at him and gave him his last order.

“Choke me with it. Push it into my throat, make me take your cum and choke on it.”

She did just that. She took him back in her mouth but he pushed down on the back of her head. He began breathing heavily, threw his head back and let out very loud grunts.

“Righttttt! Fuckingggg! Thereeeee!” He yelled.

With one last grunt, his body shook and he shoved her down as hard as he could. I heard her gagging and choking but he was not letting her up; she probably had no desire to get up either. I watched as they both shook and she choked on his fat cock and big load. He just kept praising her as I could hear her gulp down his load at times. It was incredibly intense and I definitely felt a bit of regret.

I watched for a bit of time as my wife surrendered her mouth and free will to this man, so he could experience an amazing blowjob. His moans and grunted got quieter and they both slow down. He relinquished his right grip on the back of her head, as she took back over control and resumed gently sucking his cock; clearly trying to pleasure him but regain some of her composure. She finally sat up, holding his cock as he laid in his seat in complete exhaustion.

“Ohmygod, that was fucking amazing.” He praised her with.

My wife just grinned at both of us as she used her arm to wipe the remnants of a sloppy, intense blowjob from her lips.

“You have an amazing cock too.” She seductively said to him, as she politely kissed his cheek.

She gathered up her clothes as he still reeled from the orgasm, and I sat in shock on the backseat. She began to get out of the car without even worrying about dressing herself. Of course, she had to have control and shock us both before she set off inside.

“Well, you got to secretly use a whore.” She told him. “So now you have to pay for my services.”

My wife got out and confidentially walked inside as he scrambled to get his phone to send money. He and I sat together in the car for a few moments while he reimbursed our money spent. Such an odd feeling, accepting money from a half-naked stranger after your wife just inhaled his cock and he is trying to make sure it all stays discreet. Odd, but incredibly sexy.

Where the most intriguing places you have masturbated? Most public, or risky, or thrilling/exciting, or taboo, or interesting?

For me - some of my favorites have been in public/outdoors, driving in my car on the interstate, my ex-wife’s parents’ bed, every hotel room I have stayed in.

Sometimes just the location and the knowledge that I am about to pleasure myself to a powerful orgasm, is all I need to get a throbbing erection.

When I was a sophomore in college, I began to explore my sexuality and began exploring other men. It started with a random guy and then second time was a stranger from Grindr. That was when I truly discovered that I much more enjoyed giving pleasure than receiving, and learned I enjoyed being a bit more submissive with men. Although I consider myself mostly straight, I do enjoy playing with dick on occasion.

A bit later, I was perusing Grindr again, looking to see what was out there. I was messaged by a blank profile but the message intrigued me. We got to chatting and he finally shared some discreet pictures; the pictures kept me interested. Over time, I learned he was in his early forties, married to a woman with three kids, but just missed the distinct pleasure of a blowjob. Like most women, his wife’s oral desires faded immediately after she got that wedding band. Essentially, he was just looking for a young, willing guy to fill in the missing piece and to do so discreetly. The last, large information he provided was how he was a police officer.

So much of this scenario just got my heart racing that I was willing to go along with whatever.

Fast forward a few weeks and we scheduled a casual meet-up. I was far more free, being a single college guy, so we had to work around his life’s schedule. I ended up driving to a Walmart parking lot at like 11pm. We met along the side, in a dimly lit park, and I hopped into his pickup truck with tinted windows.

I thought it was just a time for us to discover each other was indeed real and as we described or showed online. I tried having a conversation but he seemed uninterested. I realized what his thoughts were when I saw his hand drift towards his crotch. We had earlier agreed that we would not do anything sexual the first time. Apparently he changed his mind.

“Let’s test drive your mouth.” He said in such a calm and controlled way.

He reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts before sliding everything down to his ankles. I stared for a minute as he slowly stroked his cock and leaned back. I was a bit hesitant since we agreed differently, it was such a public place and he seemed a bit controlling. However, I still somehow complied.

“Come here.” He told me, and lifted his right arm to allow room.

I leaned over and, with my willingness and his persuasion, I quickly took his growing cock in my mouth. I was immediately met with a loud moan of approval and a steady hand on the back of my neck. I quickly settled into my newly acquired, submissive, anonymous cocksucker role and did my best. It was tough to not think about the possibility of being seen, but I began to get too turned on to care.

After about five minutes, I realized I was doing a very good job on him. His hand moved to the back of my head and gripped my skull firmly. He started to gently thrust upward into my mouth, all while breathing heavier and moaning loudly. Him saying, “that’s it. That’s it. Right there”, told me everything I needed to know.

He pushed upward one last time, pushing his cock deep between my lips as he stayed still for a moment and held his breath. I felt his cock swell and spasm right as he let out a startling “unnngffhhhhh” and shot a huge rope of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and kept trying to suck and stroke him, while massaging his balls. I listened to his ragged breaths and moans as he pumped cum continuously into my mouth.

He finally slowed down and began to relax. He lowered his hips and relaxed his grip on my head before allowing me to lift my head up. I tried to gather myself as I felt like I had been so used in this stranger cop’s truck.

“Holy fuck.” He said with a laugh as he laid back in his seat and closing his eyes. “Yeah, buddy, you got the job.”

I felt a bit embarrassed and like he was being demanding, but honestly it turned me on. He pulled his shorts back up and I got out of the truck before we went our separate ways. He had barely pulled out of the parking lot before messaging me, thanking me for meeting and complimenting my mouth. He said he would enjoy making it a regular thing, for whenever he needed to cum.

Apparently he needed head more often than I anticipated. Not even two days later, he was messaging me and almost demanding to meet. I was a bit reluctant, but his dominant personality made sure I said yes. He told me to meet him at a hotel so I did. I assumed we were getting a room, but, in the end, there I was getting into his pickup truck again. It was midday in the rear parking lot of a hotel. He was already pants-less and stroking himself when I got in.

He just grinned, turned himself towards me and made me assume what he wanted. I was obedient and leaned over to suck him. He as a bit more forceful this time and talked dirty a lot more. He was more vocal, telling me he was about to cum, telling me how I was going to swallow it all and how I was going to enjoy it. He thrusted upward as he exploded again in my young mouth. I swallowed every drop as he pumped my mouth full.

When he was done, he was nearly kicking me out of his truck, saying he needed to get home. It felt business-like but also like being a little bit used; I enjoyed it deep down though.

This all went on for a while, meeting randomly in different spots, at different times. He always enjoyed it and told me how much I was helping his marriage.

Obviously porn and all things hot are enjoyable to look at while masturbating, but I also admit I am obsessed with my wife. I will look at her pictures and videos when I cum, but recently it’s been thinking about her past. All the men she’s fucked in her life, some of the stories she has shared - with a bit of shame of me by being turned on about hearing her forced sex stories, or just imagining her having been with guys. The imagination seems to fuel some incredible orgasms for me

I have always been very horny and love to masturbate. As I learned more and developed more I got more and more curious. Eventually, I became very curious about my own cum - something I think a lot of guys get curious about. I always had a desire to taste and play with it, but just never had enough courage. That “post-nut clarity” always got the best of me and I would just be done.

Over time, I discovered more and, more importantly, watched more porn. Somehow, someway, I stumbled across a video of a young man moving his body to ejaculate on his face. I knew I had to try it.

Next time I was alone and masturbating, I was too horny and decided it was time. I laid flat on my bed, lifted my legs and knees above my head and got into position. I laid there, cock directly above my face, just waiting to explode. I began jerking once more but was too sensitive to hold off. The wave of warmth from my orgasm flooded me and I started to cum. Given my position, my warm, slimy cum dripped down directly onto my face. I grunted and breathed heavily through the orgasm as I covered my own face. For what seemed like a minute, I kept shooting rope after rope of cum.

It made a mess, but the feeling of using myself and taking a cumshot was thrilling. Since then, I have done it numerous times and in various ways. It’s one of my favorite ways to switch it up and have some exciting fun while masturbating

I have been sexual with my father many times, but one time that really sticks out to me and exemplifies how submissive I can be to him, was one year when we were in a vacation in northern Wisconsin.

I had finished my first year of college and was home for summer break. It was a family tradition to always go to a cabin in the north woods for a week; spending most of the time fishing and just being more slowed down in nature. However, this year was different because neither my mom not my sister could come with. This year it would just be dad and I, something I am sure he knew he was going to take full advantage of.

We were no more than an hour into our eight hour roadtrip when he started sitting down in the driver’s seat and began massaging his cock through his shorts. I began to get a bit turned on, imagining this entire trip would revolve around me pleasuring him, along with the usual activities.

Within a few minutes, his shorts were down, cock was out and he was getting himself hard. He had his usual humor to make light of any situation, looking at me and saying, “it ain’t gonna suck itself”. I leaned over and took this cock in my mouth yet again. A few minutes later, I felt the car drifting and slowing down; dad found a rest spot to pull off and give us some space. Soon enough, I was kneeling on the hot pavement outside the driver’s door, sucking my dad’s rock-hard cock and swallowing his load. Just as soon as we started, we were done and on our way.

Numerous times throughout our trip, I made my dad cum. Whether in the cabin or outside, his bed or mine, daylight or middle of the night. I could tell he was loving having the freedom to use my mouth whenever and however he liked. However, the one moment and blowjob that really stands out to me was the second to last day we were there.

Dad and I went fishing a lot, but rather than a normal fishing boat, we rented a pontoon boat. It allowed us the ability to fish but also have space to relax and get out of the sun. Of course, in dad’s mind, it also allowed room for activities. Surprisingly enough, up to that point, we had never been sexual on a boat. I assumed it was him not wanting to be too blatant or potentially get caught. Regardless, it was about to change.

We had been fishing under the hot summer sun for probably two hours. I was warm and tired enough that I had given up fishing and sat under the canopy to drink water and cool off. I could tell dad was over it too; he had not caught many fish and as getting frustrated.

“Not a damn thing out here.” He said to me in frustration as he walked away from the front of the boat and toward me.

He sat down on the bench seat next to me, drank some water and stared off in the distance. All the interactions between us had been fairly business-like - done because it was something he wanted/needed and because my mother had not sucked his cock in years. However, I sat there, glancing at him out of the corner of my eyes, almost admiring his body. I could see the faint outline if his dick through his loose athletic shorts.

Maybe he read my mind, or maybe it was because of our history; dad broke the silence by saying, “a blowjob would be fucking perfect right now.”

Of course I had done it many times prior, but something about how public this would be and a bit daring that got my heart racing. Sometimes I would take the initiative and sometime she would. However, this was a time my nervousness got the best of me and I sat still, forcing him to move first.

“C’mon.” He said very matter-of-fact, as he stood up in front of me.

Very quickly, dad slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them to the ground, pushing his boxers off too. It was certainly a spontaneous thought on his part, because he was completely soft. He took a small step towards me, while I parted my knees and allowed him the room to stand between them. He placed his hand on my shoulder and knots pushed his hips towards me.

I took his cock in my hand and immediately noticed how hot and sweaty he was, something that should not have been surprising in the heat. Admittedly, it was a bit gross, but the fact that he was going to make me do it regardless was a bit of a turn on.

I began just the way dad liked, stroked his cock lovingly and starting to get him worked up. I knew this was a circumstance where he would want to take his time and thoroughly enjoy it. I felt his cock begin to stiffen in my hand and heard him gently begin to moan. I used a bit of spit in the palm of my hand to rub it into his growing shaft and make my motions more pleasurable and easier. Eventually, I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth.

“That’s it. Good boy.” He moaned above my head.

It was odd, but when he spoke like that or was a bit demeaning, I enjoyed it more. I began sucking him nice and slowly, making him enjoy every second. Soon enough, my dad’s cock was fully hard in my mouth. We worked up to a good rhythm as he enjoyed his blowjob on the lake.

While sitting in front of my horny father, I began to realize just how public this all was. We had stopped in a cove, but there was plenty of boat traffic a short distance away. There were also two houses on the shore in the cove, although they were across the way. Either way, if someone really wanted to look and see, they could. It turned me on a bit, but almost made me far more nervous than excited. I felt a certain rush to finish so some random stranger did not come across a son sucking his own father’s cock. I could tell my dad wanted to really make it thrilling and fun.

“Let’s get some sun.” He said, with a bit of a smirk and stepped away from me, pulling his cock from my mouth.

I watched dad’s ass as he walked to the front of the boat, past the little fence and out onto the front platform. He just grinned at me and waved me up. Like the submissive, obedient cock sucker I was, I stood up and walked over to him.

“Let’s have fun.” He told me, with his grin being a bit devilish now. “Not fair in the only naked one.”

Dad quickly and aggressively pushed my shorts down to my ankles, commanding me to step out of them. He instructed I also remove my shirt while stroking his hard cock. He took my clothes and threw them towards the back, likely to make it impossible for me to chicken out and try to get dressed in case people happened upon us. He was quite eager as he pushed my shoulder downward, so I could resume his blowjob.

There I knelt, completely naked, under the hot July sun, on the front of a pontoon boat, in complete view of anyone who wanted to see. I tried to zone out and just keep giving him a great blowjob. His moans and heavily breathing got louder, but it was not enough to cover the sound of the engines of passing boats. I worked up quite the sweat as I did everything my father enjoyed.

Within a few minutes, I sensed he was near an orgasm. He began gently thrusting into my mouth, holding the back of my head and simply saying loudly, “fuck. I’m gonna cum.” A majority of the time he wanted me to swallow, but occasionally he wanted to cover my face for his visual enjoyment. This turned out to be one of those times.

“Keep going. Keep going.” He moaned loudly.

He quickly pulled his hips backward and his cock popped out with a loud *pop*. He quickly gripped his cock and feverishly stroked his throbbing cock. I instinctively reached up and began massaging his balls, as I moved my head underneath his meat and shut my eyes tight.

I felt his body spasm as I massaged him, and with one loud, last “ungggfhh”, I felt a splat of a warm liquid on my face. I stayed obediently still as he shot rope after rope of hot cum all over my face. The situation must have turned him on greatly as his loss just never stopped. Eventauly, his semen stopped coming and his organ subsided.

“Holy shit.” He said with a little chuckle, as I knelt there waiting for his next order.

He allowed me to clean up and we both just revealed in what happened. I was actually quite turned on from what happened and noticed my cock was actually also at full-staff. My dad also noticed and decided to keep making it a thrilling afternoon.

“Jerk off.” He simply said to me. “We don’t go in until you do, and you don’t get your clothes until he finished.”

I followed his commands and grabbed my cock. Stroking it in front of him while I stood in the open, sweating under the sun. I felt a certain kind of embarrassment as my dad went about getting dressed while I stood there masturbating. He finally just sat in the driver’s seat and watched me, almost seeming annoyed.

The situation was too much and it only took me a few minutes to cum. I closed my eyes and stood out in the open as I grunted and moaned, stroking my exploding cock and feeling the incredible orgasm.

I finally finished and opened my eyes, coming back to reality after everything I had done. My dad had tossed my clothes in a nearby seat and started to turn the boat on. I cleaned my hand and cock before getting dressed.

“I think we need you to continue being more submissive, and we need to do more daring things.”

We rode back for a well deserved afternoon nap, as my mind raced at what he could possibly mean.

I work at a place where there is a men’s full locker room - to include a large shower room with four shower heads. Of course the exhibitionist and risky mindset has always allowed my mind to wander about the possibilities. Although I have never dared to try anything.

The shower room itself is set towards the back of the entire locker room. The privacy is very limited though - only a plastic curtain that slides across to cover the changing room, then the shower room past that. Given just the right angle, someone walking by or to the bathroom could see two of the shower heads.

One day, after not having had release in some time, either solo or with the assistance of my wife, and being quite turned on after a good workout, my dirty mind got the better of me. I grabbed a towel, soap and shower sandals and decided to shower. My mind knew exactly what I had in mind, but I still pretended to myself it was just a normal shower.

My heart raced as I quickly pulled the curtain across, stripped naked and went into the shower room. The shower was quite enjoyable and relaxing, but I kept feeling my dick twitch at the thought of what I wanted to try. Just with normal washing and touching of my body, my aching dick began to stiffen; that was all the encouragement I needed. Within a minute, I was done washing myself and now stood under the shower, stroking my growing cock and massaging my full balls.

It was the middle of the day, so a few people came and went into the locker room, but it just turned me on more. For all they knew, someone was just taking a quick shower. I felt myself building to what was sure to be an explosive and intense orgasm. I faced the wall and brace myself against with a hand as I leaned forward. I gripped my rock-hard, aching cock tight and stroked to, and past, the point of no-return.

I heard the door opened with a new visitor as my body shook and my cock swelled. I did everything I could to stifle my grunts and keep my breathing in check. The orgasm was amazing and I watched as huge rope of cum shot from my dick and hit the wall. I kept stroking and watching as I covered the wall and floor in front of me with a long overdue and substantial load of semen. After what seemed like longer than normal, my orgasm subsided and I came back to reality.

I finished my shower, all while allowing my cock to go back to normal, and got out like nothing happened. The knowledge was exhilarating - knowing I had jerked off in a very public space, with at least one co-worker nearby. It was a scenario that fueled my mind to do it more and do it more daringly.

Since then, I have masturbated in the shower on numerous occasions. At times, standing at one of the shower heads that are visible from the bathroom, or leaving the curtain cracked a bit and forcing myself into a situation where I might be seen. It is a kink and evolving solo-kink that I intend on taking full advantage of.