mastanon.txt (MM masturbation) Masturbators Anonymous When Marty got to his apartment, he was beat. The whole day was one cluster-fuck after another, and it took a lot out of him. All he wanted to do now was rest and relax with a drink and porn tape. He went into his bedroom and got undressed and stayed naked, then he went into the kitchen to make himself a rum drink. Then he popped a porn tape into his VCR and watched. It was his favorite porn tape - a collage of women getting it in the ass. When he watched this tape, he always masturbated, and this relaxed him just before he went to bed. Naked and in his recliner, Marty bent his knees and spread his legs and began to play with his limp dick as he watched a redheaded girl on her knees getting ready to accepted a dick in her behind. Marty shook the head of his limp dick between his thumb and forefinger until he felt the blood slowly begin to fill and erect his dick. As the dick slipped into the girl's anus on his tv, the dick he played with between his legs began to thicken. The girl's moans and the rubbing of his fingers made his dick half-erect. Slowly the man on tv moved in and out of the girl's pink anus, and Marty kept pace as he wrapped his fingers around his now hard dick. Suddenly a knock came at his door. Marty stopped the tape and cursed at the interruption. He ran into his bedroom and put on a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt. The knocking continued until he answered it. A man in a suit stood in the hall. "Hello, Marty Bates, my name is Richard N. Hand. Pardon me for being so frank, but were you about to masturbate?" "What the hell...." Marty stammered. "I know it's a forward question. I represent a group called Masturbators Anonymous that helps men overcome their addiction to masturbation. We're not a religious group, but a group of men who know the benefits of having sex with a woman rather than his hand. So, I know you were about to masturbate, so you don't have to answer that question." "Get the hell out of here." "Please, let me give you my card. Think about joining us one time and we can help you get over your addiction to masturbation. We can really help you." Before the man could pull a card from his jacket, Marty closed the door in his face and locked the door. He went to get a sip from his drink, and when he headed for his bedroom to get naked again, he saw a small white card at the bottom of his front door; the man had slid the card under the door. Marty picked it up and read it. It had "Masturbators Anonymous" on it, a telephone number and address. He shook his head and put it on a table, went into his bedroom and got naked, and returned to his chair to watch his anal porn and pull on his dick. Marty enjoyed the rest of his evening, getting drunk, watching the many women get fucked in the ass while stroking his own six-inch hot hard erect dick. He probably watched himself manhandle his dick more than he did the tape. Eventually he had to come, and he watched the white fluid shoot from the tip of his hard erection all over his stomach and chest. With the combination of the drink, the anal porn and him enjoying stroking his hard dick and coming, Marty forgot the trials of the day and was now ready to get a good night's sleep. Turning of the tv and vcr and finising his drink, he got up to go to the bathroom and clean up before going to bed. As he passed by the table, he saw the card he placed on it. Suddenly the come on his torso became hotter and started to burn his skin, and Marty felt embarrased with himself. He rushed into the shower and washed himself of his come, and he went to bed, still embarrased that he masturbated. The next morning, he called the number to Masturbators Anonymous and found that they were having a meeting that evening. After hanging up the phone, Marty wondered if he were doing the right thing, but he remembered how he felt last night after feeling the come all over him, and decided it was the right thing to do. "I'd like to introduce a new member, so to speak," Richard N. Hand said to light laughter from the group of men in the room. "This is Marty Bates, and he has decided to leave it alone and join us." Applause. "Now," continued Richard N. Hand, "would someone like to tell Marty how MA helped them?" One man stood up. "I was a three-time a day masturbator, until MA helped me." Applause. Another stood up. "I lost several girlfriends because I would rather masturbate for them than have sex with them. Now I have a steady girlfriend, thanks to MA." Applause. A third stood up. "I spent hours upon hours in cyberspace chatting with other guys about masturbation. Now I spend the time cybering with women, thanks to MA." Applause. "You are absolutely right," said Marty. "From now on, my motto is, Don't have sex alone, have it with a woman!" Applause. Marty came home happy. The first meeting of Masturbators Anonymous went well. He felt that he was on his way to recovery. They told him that to get his mind of masturbating he should read a book, watch television (no porn tapes), or listen to the radio. Since he hadn't finished a book he started, he decided to finish it before he went to bed. He got a glass of milk, his book, and got comfortable in his recliner. He turned on the radion with the remote on the table next to his chair. He began reading. Then he suddenly realized what the song was on the radio. "...when I think about you, I touch myself, I touch myself..." That Dyvinals song. A pang suddenly burned in his crotch and his penis stirred. Marty quickly turned the radio of with the remote. With that emergency over, Marty returned to his book. He read a little then got bored with it, and decided to turn on the television. During his channel surfing, Marty stopped on MTV. Cool, he mumble to himself, an Aerosmith song. No, wait, he gasped, it was the blind man song and it was the scene where the blind man was choking the rubber chick.... Marty quickly turned the tv off. The pang in his crotch burn hotter now, and his penis stirred a little more. He got up and paced a little. But the pacing didn't help him because his underwear rubbed against his stirring penis. Finally, he couldn't handle it any more and had to handle it. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down and started masturbating in the middle of the livingroom where he was standing. It felt good to hold his dick in his hand and feel it get hard and hot in his palm. His dick stood out from his crotch, hot and throbbing as he played with it. He looked down at it, examining the hard shaft, the smooth skin and shiny head. All that he learned from last night's MA meeting was gone, lost in the recesses of his mind, replaced by the enjoyment he felt as he held his hard dick in his hand, squeezing the hard shaft, marveling at the shiny head. He felt like himself now, pants down to his ankles, standing in the middle of the livingroom pulling his dick through his fist. He pushed his hips forward, making his erection stick further out into the air, thinking how great it looked all hard and throbbing, how wonderful it felt to stroke it. As he marveled at his dick in his hand, the telephone rang. Marty let go of his dick and waddled with his pants around his ankles to the phone and answered it. "You're masturbating, aren't you? For heaven's sake, Marty, pull up your pants and put your penis away. Have you learned nothing?" "Yeah," Marty panted into the receiver, excited from his strokes. "Yeah, I was, I'm sorry. I slipped a little. Thanks for the call." He hung up the phone and leaned against the counter. He looked down at his half-naked body. His penis was still half hard, but going limp. The blood was emptying from his dick and the excitement of his masturbating was leaving his body. He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. "I might as well just take a shower and go to bed," he said to himself. While he was in the shower, he tried to remember what they told him to think about while he was washing his penis so he would be tempted to get it hard and jerk it: Think of working in a garden. How that would help he didn't know, but Marty didn't masturbate in the shower anyway, so the temptation wasn't in him. He did, however, wash his dick a little longer than he usually did, feeling the texture of his limp dick and running his thump around the head. He managed, in the long run, to finish his shower and dry off without the thought of masturbating, and go to bed and fall asleep without playing with himself. The next morning wasn't quite so easy because he awoke with an erection. As he lay in bed listening to the radio, he wrapped his fingers around his erection, feeling the hardness and warmth. He pushed the covers aside and looked down at his hand on his dick. The thoughts in his mind fought over control. One thought went to the meeting last night about how to fight the morning erection and the other thought went to giving in to the morning erection and have fun with it. Slowly the latter thought was winning, and he began to stroke his dick. He watched as he masturbated himself, his legs spread open across the bed, one hand wrapped around the hard shaft and the other hand fondling his balls. He was beginning to enjoy himself when a hard knock came at his front door. Marty quickly released his dick, knowing it was probably Richard N. Hand, put on his sweat pants and t-shirt and went to answer the door. It was Richard N. Hand at the door, shaking his head as he looked down at the slight bulge in Marty's sweats from his half-erect dick. "I thought you might need some help dealing with the problem of your morning erection," Richard N. Hand said. " That's probably the biggest problems men have after they join Masturbators Anonymous." "Yes," Marty admitted, "I was having a problem. I was moving my hand over my erection." He let Hand into his apartment and closed the door. "Well, thank goodness I arrived in time. It's very easy to avoid it, actually," Richard N. Hand said, "just watch me and see how easy it is." Richard N. Hand unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, then did the same with his white briefs. His penis was somewhat long, but it was still soft and limp, and his balls bulged underneath. "I'm going to get myself hard, and just watch how easily I can avoid masturbating." Hand began to play with his limp dick, rubbing it with this fingers. Slowly it got hard, and Marty watched as he played with it. When it got hard enough to wrapped his hand around the shaft, Richard N. Hand stroked it more vigorously to get it to stand stiff and hard. He let it go and pointed it at Marty. "See," Hand said, "it's nice and hard and I have no temptation to wrap my fingers around it and masturbate. I'm...in....total control." "Yeah, you're right, as usual," Marty said. "I can even hold it in my hand and not even...think about...it." Marty watched as Richard held his dick. "Easy," Richard said, putting his hand around the long shaft. Was it Marty's imagination, or was Richard N. Hand beginning to slip too. Marty noticed Richard beginning to slide his hand up and down the seven-inch shaft of his hard dick. Richard's breathing began to get stronger too. "Richard," Marty said, "I think you better let go." "Yeah, well, I'm just showing you how easy it is to mastur...I mean, not to, masturbate." As Marty watched Richard N. Hand how easy it was not to masturbate, he felt his own dick begin to stir and get hard. He put his hand underneath the waist band and felt himself, massaging his balls and fingering his warm half-erect penis. Richard was still handling his own dick, not really stroking the shaft but rather making quick movements in one spot. Marty's fondling of his own dick made it erect now. "Let me see it," Richard suddenly said. "Huh?" "Let me see you play with your dick." "But Richard...." "Marty," Richard sounded agitated, "I haven't felt the joy of my erection in my hand for months. If I don't do something, I'm going to explode." "Well," Marty hesitated, "okay." He slowly pulled his sweats down around his ankles and displayed his erection to Richard. "Put your hand around it and jerk it like me," Richard said. "I haven't seen another man jerk off in more than a year, and I haven't let another guy watch me either since then. You ever do this, Marty?" "No, I'm usually by myself." "Well, watching another guy beat his meat is great. Don't you feel anything watching me stroke my dick?" Marty looked down at Richard working his hard dick and felt the intensity in his body rise a little. Somehow the sight of another man standing in front of him with a hard dick in his hand was exciting. True, he'd watched himself in the mirror and set up his video camera so he could watch himself, but he'd never seen another guy jerk off in front of him. Also, he'd never let anyone else watch him, much less another man. But there he was, standing in his livingroom with another guy, both with hard dicks in their hands. "You have any lube?" Richard N. Hand asked. "I know a guy who jerks off as much as you do has lubrication." "Yeah, in the bathroom. Is baby oil okay?" "Perfect, go get it." Richard kept squeezing and releasing his dick, feeling the stiffness of his shaft. Marty went to get the oil under his bathroom sink, and when he came back, Richard had taken his clothes off and was standing naked with both of his hand working his dick. Marty handed him the oil, Richard thanked him and liberally poured the oil on his erection, and returned it to Marty who also oiled up. "Do you have anywhere to go today, Marty?" "No." "Great, neither do I. We can spend the day naked and stroking our dicks for each other. What do you say?" "Sounds great." With that, Richard N. Hand sat in the middle of the floor in the livingroom, spread his legs and worked his hard dick with both of his hands. He told Marty to do the same. The two naked men sat across from each other, their legs wide open so the other could watch hands stroking dick. As they sat across from each other, Richard talked about much he missed masturbating, the feel of his hot hard dick in his hands, the excitment of pulling dick with another guy, the eroticism of watching another man in the intimate act of self-pleasure. Marty listened to Richard talk, watching him work his hard erection with both his hands, sliding one hand up and down the oily shaft as the other gripped the base making his dick bulge with blood and making it extra hard. The excitement in Marty's balls, dick and groin surged within him as he watched Richard finger his dick, hearing the slurp of the oil. "Feels good, huh?" Richard said. "Man, sure does. I'm really getting to like watching you." "It's great watching another man stroke his dick," Richard said. "By the end of the day, you'll wonder why you never did it before, and I'll wonder why I ever stopped. I hope you're ready to make a day of it, because I am." "Me too." "Get into working your dick with another guy, Marty. Watch me stroke mine, see how much I love showing you my hand wrapped around my hard shaft, sliding up and down between my fists. Oh yeah, Marty, masturbate with me, show me the way you enjoy yourself." As Richard talked, Marty worked his dick with his hand, sliding his hand along the hard shaft, twisting his fist around it, thumbing the slick purplish head. The sound of Richard's voice faded and all Marty could hear were the slurps of oil as Richard jerked his dick, and all he could see where the open legs and the two hands wrapped around the manhood. As he watched Richard masturbate his dick, he felt his own hand gripped about his dick, and he realized that the hand on Richard's dick was in sync with the strokes of his own hand on his own dick. The senses of the two men now had become one: one knew the self-pleasure sensation the other felt, the hardness of the other's dick, the pure joy each experienced. "Marty, I'm going to cum, Marty," Richard panted, breaking Marty absorbed thoughts. I know you've seen a man cum before on your porno tapes, but now you're going to see a man cum after he masturbates himself in front of you. Watch Marty, here...I...go...!" With that, Richard closed his eyes and quickened the strokes of his hand on his dick, and Marty watched as a stream of semen shot from Richard's hard dick onto his chest and stomach. Richard worked his hand up and down, twisting around the shaft as squirt after squirt of the white fluid shot from the tip of his dick onto his body. Then as the fluid began to oozed out, Richard's hand worked slower, he gasped for air, and his body trembled from the intense orgasm that ripped through him. Richard panted and looked at Marty who was still handling his erection. "It's your turn now, Marty. Let me see you work that dick into an explosive orgasm." Just as Richard had done, Marty moved his fist faster around his dick until he came, shooting streams of semen on his body. Marty shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and the two men continued to sit in front of each other with their legs open, male fluid on their body, fingering their own limpening penises, breathing heavily. About ten minutes later they took separate showers to clean up, but Richard forbade either of them from getting dressed. As he said before, the two of them were going to stay naked and jerk their dicks together the entire day. About an hour after their first time pulling dick together, they started back up again, sitting in front of each other with their legs open, stroking their dicks for each other to watch. They masturbated twice more than day, each time as hot and exciting as the one before it. Finally, shortly after the fourth jerk session, Richard got dressed and left.