It’s funny looking back on your life. You see all sorts of Things that you might have done differently.
You also see some experiences that were quiet nice just as they were.
When I was in my twenties, my wife and I were friendly with some of the kids in the neighborhood. One in particular, Sandy, who is 21, used to stop by the house to visit. A lot of her visits were for "woman talk" with my wife, but sometimes she’d visit to watch some of our videos, play video games or just to chat, even when my wife wasn’t there. My wife and I had a policy with her: as long as the front door was open and the screen door was unlocked, she could just walk on in. This went on for a few months.
Then my wife, who is an RN, changed shifts and began working in the evenings. I began making plans, knowing that Sandy would continue visiting and walking in without knocking. Over a couple weeks time, when she walked in, I would occasionally be upstairs in the bedroom reading, watching television or listening to the stereo.
When she walked in the front door, She would say something such as, "Hello. Where is everybody?" I would then shout back from the distance, "I’m up here. Come on up." She’d come on up, and after several times of doing this and finding nothing "out of the ordinary", she got used to coming to the bedroom when I invited her up. After that, I just shortened it to: "I’m up here", and she would come up. Now the table was set.
On one particular day around the time I knew she’d be likely to visit, I made sure the front door was open, screen door unlocked, and proceeded upstairs to the bedroom. I undressed, and waited near the window to peek out to see when she was approaching. While I waited, I stroked my cock into a state of semi-erection.
Then I saw her approaching the house. I waited until she entered the front door, and she called out: "Anybody here?". I replied, as usual: "Up here." Then I quickly stepped into the big walk-in closet, and waited for her to come up the stairs and walk into the room. As soon as I knew she was well into the room, I stepped out of the closet and we stood face-to-face. It took several seconds before she fully realized that she had walked in on me naked.
She quickly surveyed my body, glancing at my partial erection before her mouth dropped open and let out a gasp. I stood there, as if in shock, not being too quick to cover myself up. She blurted out: "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry." and turned to leave the bedroom. I quickly grabbed her, stopping her, saying: "Wait a minute, Sandy, don’t leave yet. If you go, I’ll never be able to face you again." With that she stopped, but did not turn to face me. I told her: "I know you’re embarrassed and so am I, but the only way I’ll be able to get over this is if you go ahead and look. If you do that long enough, pretty soon neither one of us will feel so embarrassed about it."
With her back to me she said, "I don’t know if I can. I feel real bad that I walked in on you while you were dressing, but...I’ve never seen a...a...naked man before, I had been focusing on my studies and work..dating was not on my mind." With that, I turned her around and said: "Look. It’s not a big deal." Then I took away my hand which had been covering my cock and gently stroking it, to allow her to see it. She glanced down, and had a look on her face as if she were thinking - it IS a big deal. Obviously, not having seen a naked man before, she must have thought my semi-erection was the normal condition of my cock. I continued: "See. It’s just a dick. It’s not a monster."
She giggled, and I took her by the hand and led her to the bed to sit down. I stood in front of her. She was still a little shy about looking, but I told her, "Really, it’s okay. If you just look for a couple of minutes you won’t be embarrassed anymore." I said, "You’re a 21, and this is the first time you saw a cock, I want to know... what do you think?" Then I turned around almost like a model displaying some new fashion, letting her check out the rest of my body. At that age I was still in real good shape. "How do you like my butt?", I asked her. She laughed and replied, "It’s cute." Then I said:"Like my muscles?" She told me that I looked pretty strong. Then I asked: "Okay, what do you think about my penis?" By this time, she was more comfortable and she looked straight at it. Then I said, "If you ever have questions about men’s bodies, you can always ask me."
After about a couple of minutes, she shyly looked and pointed toward my bulging crotch, and said: "Are those your...what they call ‘balls’?" I nodded. She asked: "Why do they call them balls?" Fair enough question for someone who had never seen balls before. I answered: "If you felt them, you’d feel how round they are." She looked me in the eye and smiled. Boldly I told her to go ahead and touch. She hesitated and said, "You don’t mind me touching you...there?"
I told her just to be gentle and careful. I lifted my still enlarged cock out of the way and told her to go ahead, just don’t squeeze. Slowly she reached for my sac and held my balls - just long enough to feel them. "They DO feel like balls!" she said, giggling. Just the sensation of her small hand on my balls was enough to make my cock grow to it’s full erect length. When she let go of my balls, and as she did, I let go of my cock which just stood there pointing at her.
She gawked at it and said, "What happened to your...cock??" I explained how when she touched my balls I got excited, and that’s what happens before a man can have intercourse, otherwise he won’t be able to put his penis inside a woman’s vagina. With that, she blushed. Then she smiled and said, "Oh." Then, as if thinking about it, she added: "Really??"
hmmmm... I decided not to push this any further...I then told her that I felt less embarrassed, and I asked her if she felt the same way. She nodded yes and responded, "A little bit...at least I know what a guy looks like down there." I told her it was time for me to get dressed and that she could come back later if she still wanted to, but to please not tell anyone about this because I’d be so embarrassed if anyone found out. She said she didn’t want anyone to know either. As she began to leave the bedroom, she turned around, looked at my still erect cock and asked: "Will you be able to get your dick in your pants when it’s like that?" I laughed and said, "I will take care of it after you leave." She looked quizzical. "Take care of it?", she asked. I answered: "After you’re gone, I’ll masturbate until I have an orgasm, then it will go down."
She was still looking at me as though I was speaking a foreign language, then it dawned on her, and she started blushing again. "Oh...I think I understand. Well, I’d better go." She began to go downstairs, then she stopped and yelled up, "I’ll be back tomorrow....don’t be embarrassed anymore, it’s okay, I won’t tell anyone what I saw."
I watched her leave the house and walk down the street. She had a little smile on her face. I guess she had some things to think about.
As for me, I quickly began stroking my cock. I was so fuckn' turned on...over what had just happened, it took me no time at all to shoot cum all over my belly and chest.
