A Little Neighborly Help
Copyright© 2026 by Wayne Gibbous
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I masturbate a lot, and to make it easier, I just wear a robe when I'm at home. Then, a new neighbour asked me for some help, and when I went to change, she asked me what was under my robe. She soon found out.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Interracial White Male Oriental Female Oral Sex
Do you remember the first time you masturbated? I do. I’m a guy, and the day is etched in my mind.
It was summer after I turned fourteen, school was out, my mom and dad had gone to work, and I was slowly waking up but not ready to get up and get my breakfast.
So, I rolled over on my stomach and moved my hips around, getting comfortable as my penis lengthened and began to feel very good. I scooted around some more as it just felt better and better.
I flopped over onto my back as my dick pushed my white briefs straight up. I rubbed my palm over the tip, and it felt even better. Sliding my briefs down, I took it in hand and stroked back and forth, my eyes closed, the feelings just getting better and better.
I had played with my dick, like most little boys have, but this was feeling even better, much better. I slowly rubbed up and down as my breathing deepened and my heart sped up. It just felt better and better as I went along. It had always felt nice, but this was something new.
I rubbed and stroked, then, suddenly, my whole body froze as my semen spurted out in small arcs while I watched with fascination. I wiped up with tissues and went off to have breakfast. It was the first time that day, the last time was in bed later that night, my fourth of the day. Yes, I loved to masturbate. I still do.
I was able, in a few years, to convince several girlfriends that they should masturbate me, and a few even liked for me to do it while they watched. I was having sex as well; my first fuck was when I was fifteen, and it was even better than doing it myself or even having my girlfriend do it by hand. But my hand was always with me and freely accessible any time I wanted.
So, like most guys, I still did myself and saw nothing wrong with doing it just as much as I wanted. I knew by then that I wouldn’t go blind or whatever they used to tell boys; it even seemed that my eyesight got better.
There was a funny incident in college when I was on my bed naked, stroking away, when the door opened and my roommate’s girlfriend walked in.
“Oh, sorry, Ethan, I’ll come back later,” she gushed.
“You can wait for Stan if you want; I like company while I do it,” I told her as I continued moving my fist up and down.
She came in, closing the door, and sat on my roommate’s bed as I went on. I was getting pretty close and told her I would be squirting in just a minute. She moved over to my bed to get close, and soon there was cum arching out of the tip of my cock onto my stomach and abdomen.
“Really cool, I love to see guys get off; I love how it squirts out like that. Here,” she said as she reached for some tissues and cleaned me off, holding my cock in one hand to wipe with the other.
My roommate had a night job off campus, and she would come over to see him after work but always came an hour or so early to watch me masturbate, though it wasn’t long before she offered me a hand.
As time went by, we were masturbating each other, but she was careful to dry herself as much as she could so her boyfriend wouldn’t suspect. If you’re wondering if we took it further, well, a gentleman shouldn’t tell. After all, they did get engaged and married right after graduation.
After college, I got a job in the Midwest and was soon settled in a townhouse complex. I was there just a couple of months, really hadn’t had much of a chance to meet any women in the area so far, so relied mostly on solo sex. I had learned, being on my own, that it was convenient if I just wore a robe around the place so I could relieve any horniness whenever the need arose, so to speak.
After I had moved in, a few weeks later, a Japanese-American woman moved in the next unit with her daughter who was attending a local college. I had met them when they were moving in, Mika, the mother, and her daughter, Hana.
They could have been sisters, actually, they looked so alike. Both slender and petite, Mika was very pretty with shiny dark black hair which she was wearing up the day we met but I’d seen it down since and it came to her waist.
Her daughter was a slightly younger-looking version of her with one exception: larger boobs, almost to the point of looking a bit top-heavy. But not quite. And both of them had smiles that lit up a room.
So, I was home one Saturday morning and a knock came on my door. I pulled it open and there was Mika in a T-shirt and jeans, her hair pulled back, to ask me if I could help her move a sofa to the other side of the room.
“Oh, sure, come in a sec. I’ll just put some clothes on and we can go do it.”
As usual, I had my robe on which prompted her to ask, quite to my surprise, “Are you naked underneath?”
“Yeah, but I’ll just be a second.”
“Can I watch?” she asked just like she was asking for a cup of sugar.
“Sure, come on back,” I said as I began feeling the blood swelling me as I went into my bedroom and turned. I pulled the knot loose as the robe parted, then slipped it off my shoulders and just stood there wondering if she might do something.
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