Chapter 1

I’m Randy. I’m single and forty. I’ve never been a swinger, player, or a cool guy. I’m not “movie star” handsome, or in perfect shape. Average. What is NOT average is--my cock! I have to be blunt about it. When I’m hard I’ve got between my legs, nine inches of thick, circumcised cock and big cum-filled balls. Physically, that’s ALL I have going for me. I don’t have an ego about it, and I think that’s a plus. I’m an average guy with a huge cock and an exciting taboo experience I’d like to tell you. So, you ready? Okay, buckle up!

I have few close friends at my workplace--a high-tech company in San Jose, California, south of San Francisco. Rarely do I see my colleagues outside the workplace. My most consistent companion and friend is my--cat. Pathetic, huh! I was married once for three years and it ended so badly that I became “gun shy” about women, and dating.

I wore my ex-wife out, sexually. I have to cum at least twice a day whether it is by masturbating or fucking. She learned to accept my size, and over time and told me she loved it. Her pussy got pretty stretched out and that bothered her more than I realized. But it didn’t endanger our marriage. When I talked her into trying lesbian sex, she really took to that and left me for another woman! Can you believe that shit!? Be careful what you wish for!

I need sex as much as the next guy--especially with my equipment! I masturbate and fuck a lot. A LOT! (he shouted!) Since puberty hit, I orgasm two or three times a day, every day. I don’t know if the size of my genitalia has anything has to do with my insatiable desires, but it might have something to do with my powerful orgasms.

I suck my cock, too. There I said it. You’re the first to know about this--other than some of my past girlfriends and my ex-wife. She got very aroused watching me do that and encouraged it. It’s not the kind of thing a guy would tell just anyone, just as a woman wouldn’t admit she sucked her nipples. (My wife did and many ex-girlfriends. I encouraged that!) Interesting that masturbation is accepted and understood as a normal thing, but sucking on your nipples or cock, for some reason, is out of the mainstream. Or never admitted to.

I started blowing my cock when I went through puberty and discovered I was flexible enough when I took up yoga. I found that in a certain pose, if I was erect, I could get some of it in my mouth. At the time it was a fantastic masturbation option for me--to suck myself off. I think most men would if they could. I don’t consider it a precursor to sucking someone else’s cock. I don’t connect it to being bi or gay. Maybe someone else would. I certainly like how my cock feels in my mouth, tasting the pre-cum oozing from my cock head and then the ball draining orgasm that follows. I don’t love the taste of sperm but having done it now for fifteen years, I’m used to my taste. I guess every man’s semen has its own taste. I swallow, by the way.

If you asked me, “If the opportunity presented itself would you suck another man’s cock?”

To be honest, my response would be “Never say never.” That’s become my motto in life. So, yes, I might suck someone’s cock. Maybe it would be in a threesome situation, two guys and a girl? In that context--maybe. It all depends. Context is everything. I’ve never touched another guy’s cock.

My life changed when I met Conner. I was in my early thirties, and he was closer to forty at the time. He was married with two kids--a daughter, sixteen, Jada, and a son, thirteen, Kayden. His wife’s name was Jamie. I saw some recent pics of them on his desk. Jamie and her daughter were very attractive. Jada, definitely had a lot going on. My mind whipped up instant sex fantasies. I have a thing for teens and teen fantasies. In my mind I’m kind of a perv.

Conner and I hit it off right away. With some people you just click. Over many conversations at work, we told each other about our personal history. He knew I was single, divorced, no kids. A kind of a loner, but not antisocial. I was content to live alone with my cat, but also was open to dating and trying new things.

It’s the “new things” that piqued his interest. He said he had a proposition for me, but first opened up more about his homelife.

He told me he married young at twenty. His wife Jamie was also twenty. They were game developers and met at a company Christmas party. She was stunning. After some dating, they married, and the children came along in short order--Jada and then Kayden. Suddenly he was anchored to the domestic life. He needed more.

Besides the framed pictures on his desk, he showed me recent photos on his cell of his family. Jamie was attractive. She had a pretty face and a nice set of breasts and was in shape. My eyes immediately landed on pics of Jada. A very sexy sixteen-year-old! On several occasions he told me she was a “real looker” and a “Daddy’s Girl”. Why would he need to keep telling me that? I didn’t think about it too much at first.

He told me Jamie was jealous that Jada was a “Daddy’s Girl”. It was something Jamie could not penetrate. She wasn’t allowed inside their relationship. Then Conner told me, to be fair, Jamie and their fourteen-year-old son had a special connection. Kayden was a “Mama’s Boy”, as Conner worded it. It’s interesting how that can be a negative for a son to be a Mama’s Boy. To be coddled and spoiled by your mother was not very masculine. (I disagree).

He felt he had to say that up front that Kayden was a very smart kid and tech-oriented like him. I asked him if he thought Jamie’s relationship with Kayden was in response to his with Jada.

He said, “I’m sure that plays into it. We are competitive that way, Jamie and me, with the children. I think it’s natural that we would bond more with one child over the other.”

And then out of the blue he said, “We’re into naturism, you know. We do it only at home.”

I didn’t quite get what he meant by that. “Like you’re into nature? Trees, camping?”

He chuckled. “Well, yeah, that too. But no, it means we’re nudists. Private, practicing nudists.”

I felt confused and excited when he said that, yet I still wasn’t fully processing it. I could tell he knew this was a bit of a shocker to me. He spoke slower and carefully enunciated every word to allow me time to understand.

“We practice--nudism. We’re very discreet and private about it. We don’t go to nudist beaches or camps. We use our house and backyard as our nude space.”

I suddenly got it. (I can be so naive sometimes.) “The whole family? And you do it only at home? Interesting.”

I said “interesting”, but my mind was racing full speed, flooded with graphic, sex fantasy images of his wife and his hot teen daughter--nude!!

When he showed me pictures of Kayden, I kept thinking about him being nude in front of his mom and sister. I wondered how the boy was dealing with all that? He must’ve had throbbing erections constantly. How did the family deal with that? I asked about the inevitability of getting erections.

Conner told me, seeing his nude daughter triggered a “primal level” attraction to her body. Jada had very busty chest, much bigger than her mom’s. That comparison was obvious in the photos. I imagined her nude, in front of her daddy. How could he not get sexually excited? And when he was nude in front of her--did he get hard ons? He had to. Could he control his cock?

I was speculating to myself, crazily, in the spate of a few seconds. Why would he be telling me all this? To arouse me? Was it just guy talk or something more?

“There’s nothing wrong with family nudity. It isn’t sexual, not necessarily,” he said.

He was parroting the standard mantra that “nudism isn’t sexual”, but when he added “not necessarily”, that left the door open, didn’t it? I appreciated his honesty that he was sexually aroused seeing his sixteen-year-old, daughter in the nude.

I was certain he enjoyed her hot, teen figure. After all, he was a man. He surely filed her nude images away in his mind and “thought” about her during masturbation or when he fucked Jamie. It’s in his male disposition to feel attraction to all females and to pussy, daughter or not.

During our conversation he tried to sound intellectual about it, as if he didn’t have those primal urges. I thought to myself that there must be a reason he was telling me this.

I asked who initiated the nudism idea. He said he did. He told me how after convincing Jamie on its health benefits and family bonding, she was on board. He told me he needed her in his corner to convince Jada first. At her age she was body-conscious, as teen girls are. When Jamie wasn’t home, she strutted around the house, he told me, in just her panties a crop top!