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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.

Epilogue

     Richard stood at the podium, the group of men before him listening and
waiting.
     "All in favor, raise a hand."
     They all raised their hand, including Marty, sitting in a chair behind the
podium.
     "Then it's agreed upon.  Masturbators Anonymous has been offically changed
to
Masturbators Unanimous.  Now Marty will lead the celebration of our new name by
leading us in
a group masturbation session.  Marty."


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