From: an162595@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an162595@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 15 Dec 1994 12:37:46 UTC
Subject: Man to man masturbation

A true event:
Years ago, I was with a woman who would do anything I wanted.  Once, she
invited another couple to come visit us, for dinner, and then for play.
The girl and I only got together on weekends, at my apartment.  So, this
particular night, we got the dinner going, the other couple arrived.  We
ate, and then cleared the dishes, and got the cards out.  I suggested
we play strip poker, but the girls said no.  Instead, my girl started
dealing the cards, one at a time, to each of us.  Whoever got the queen
of spades, had to remove one item of clothing.  We got my girl down to
her bra, the other woman, Anne, nude, and Art and I both nude.  Then
we all got dressed again, and started over.  My girl, Beth was the first
to go nude.  I was next, Art then Anne.  This time, we all went into
the living room.  Everyone was hot.  Beth and I played with each other
on the couch, with Art and Anne watching, soon we were fucking.  Art
could not get a hardon.  Later, we all tried to get him up, it was no
use.  There was lots of sex, mostly with Beth and I, but I also had
Anne out in the kitchen, standing up.  She was so hot, and needed a 
cock in her in the worst way.  She was older, as was Art, I was a little
surprised she got me up so quick, and in.  Beth caught us, and acted
pissed, but she was not.  She had been in working on Art.  That is when
we all went in.  I played with him, even sucked on him, but he could 
not get it up.  He was hot, but it wouldn't work.

So, they went home, early in the morning.  Beth and I fucked all night.
She was like that.  Sunday, she went home.  The next week, she had 
other things to do.  It turned out, Art and Anne lived in my town, and
had given me their phone number.  I called, Art said to come over for
a couple of beers.  I went over.

Ok, so Anne is out in the kitchen, busy with stuff.  Art and I are
sitting on the couch.  I had a couple of beers, but was not drunk.  I
was surprised when Art reached over, and undid my zipper, but I didn't 
mind at all.  He reached in, pulled my cock out.  He played with it, and
soon, I was hard.  He called Anne in to see what he had done!  She 
looked, nodded, and went back.  Then he began to stroke me.  Art was very
good.  I was hot, getting hotter.  His hand moved slowly up and down my
shaft.  And, I got hotter.  I stretched out, and was moaning, Art 
called for Anne to bring him something to wipe me up with, she brought
a small hand towel, and just as she was giving it to him, I shot my
load.  I came hard, lots of cum shot out of me.  Art wiped it all up.
And that was that.  I went back there a few times, Art had a postive
knack for giving me one of the best orgasms I ever had.  He wanted 
nothing in return.  

The Jacker