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.