Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2022 06:49:21 -0500
From: Blue2
Subject: Tactile Exhibitionist (complete short story)

In my mid-50s I decided to take and adult education course or
two. Interested in creativity, I chose an art class. However, in the
process of confirming my enrollment, I talked with the professor and
learned that the goals of the course concerned visual arts, something quite
problematic for a blind man such as myself.  Within a couple days I met
with the teacher and the chairman of the art department, And together we
came up with an alternative plan, a sort of independent study. The basis
for my projects would be three dimensional, rather than paintings or
drawings. Meet Sebastian, a rather traditional college senior, who would be
my male model for the clay sculpting I would be submitting.

Although Sebastian was very open to tactile modeling (He had volunteered,
after all), he was a bit reticent when we met. But reticence is not
reluctance. Part of my experience as a blind man is helping people feel
comfortable with the adaptive way I accomplish common activities, and my
extroverted personality can come in handy to put people at ease. It wasn't
long before Sebastian relaxed considerably.

After our initial meeting in the coffee shop of the Student Center,
Sebastian and I Got together a few days later in an empty classroom of the
art building.

After some small talk, I asked Sebastian to stand and gain his permission
to run my hands over his entire body.  The young man proved to be lean, a
couple inches taller than I, and gave the impression of particular
cleanliness. I could tell by his breathing that the experience of being
touched everywhere was entirely new to him, and I sensed a shyness I found
attractive.  I did my best to put him at ease, speaking casually to him,
smiling all the while.

  before I let my hands rather purposefully wander toward Sebastian's
midsection, I asked for, and received his permission to proceed.  he
voluntarily lifted his shirt, not needing to use words to invite my
exploration. Being careful to use a gentle touch, yet pressing my fingers
just firmly enough not to tickle Sebastian, I eagerly took in the contours
of his beautiful belly -- his stomach and its small amount of hair, his
navel, which somehow made him seem so vulnerable, and then the lines of his
yet clothed pelvis.

Suddenly I realized Sebastian was unbuckling his belt, and I heard him
snicker lightly as he did so. Before I knew it, he unbuttoned and unzipped
his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He gently but decidedly guided
my hand to his cock., which I eagerly explored through his underwear. His
penis was slender and flaccid. I could feel his scrotum, his testicles. And
surprisingly, the more I touched, the more he relaxed. It was as though
some mental, emotional barrier had been crossed through his willingness,
and now both of us were enjoying what lay before us.

As I ran a hand along the length of Sebastian's penis, some vague
references ran through my mind that my art professor had made concerning
differing hardnesses of clay at various stages during the creative process
. Call it telepathy if you want, but right about then I noticed Sebastian
was starting to sprout an erection. How very delightful! I smiled up at him
as I massaged his thickening cock, and he moaned in reply, tightening his
hand on my wrist encouragingly.  soon Sebastian had a complete hard-on, his
eager cock straining for freedom.  I rubbed the tip of his penis, noticing
the wetness of Sebastian's pre-come.

Moving my fingers to the waistband of Sebastian's underwear, I asked, "Is
this OK?"


He responded in the affirmative, assisting me too pull his underwear
down. Again, he was careful to definitely guide my hand to his now bear,
erect penis. I let my hand linger on the tip of his circumcised cock,
rubbing the smooth liquid gathering there. As I gently began stroking
Sebastian's penis with one hand, and maintaining attention to the head of
his cock with my other hand, my male model groaned in pleasure, his smile
evident in his vocalization.

While insistently teasing and squeezing Sebastian's cock with one hand, I
ran the fingers of my other hand through his surprisingly generous crop of
pubic hair. I have always found bush very attractive. Even on his scrotum,
Sebastian grew a generous and inviting amount of hair, considering the
relatively smooth nature of other parts of his body.

Having been delightfully lost in the myriad distractions of Sebastian's
Beautiful package, I suddenly noticed a quickening in his breathing and a
tension came to his body. After just those brief indications, Sebastian
ejaculated substantially, The first couple shots pouring fourth almost as
if he was urinating. Then came seemingly endless contractions as he spilled
his remaining semen onto my waiting hands. Friends, it was absolutely the
hottest thing to "watch" him with my hands as he prematurely ejaculated!
Except, to me, his orgasm occurred with perfect timing. The abruptness
merely demonstrated the pure, innocent nature of my exciting male model.

Immediately afterward, I can tell Sebastian felt embarrassed. But I
reassured him over and over, until we both simply enjoyed the incredible
moment.

Eventually I did accomplish the course objectives. But this first session
with Sebastian was too good not to share with you.

Be well, dear reader.