0 comments/ 24291 views/ 7 favorites The "Me Date" Ch. 01 By: highpowererot There I was -- a freshly (and happily) divorced 40-year old guy obsessed with a twenty-something sweet young thing who had moved into my condo. And why not? I keep myself in pretty good shape. My stomach is flat and I have a muscular-looking physique that doesn't go overboard. I am definitely not the body-builder type, but when I look at myself in the mirror (with the exception of a penis that I've always wished was just a bit bigger) I like what I see. The Sweet Young Thing (let's call her Honey) on the other hand, was off the charts. She had the face of a goddess with piercing blue eyes, short blond hair and drop-dead gorgeous features. Her thin, svelte body attracted me like a 20-ton magnet. The best part was her breasts. The fact is, she barely had any. I love flat-chested women and Honey fit the bill perfectly. I often saw her sashay around our building braless, and the movement of those delectable little titties was almost more than I could bear. Her nipples were always flaunting themselves and there was just enough flesh behind them to create an incredible display of firm but fluid perfection. She'd probably left a long trail of hapless male-types who would have done anything to get their paws on her delicious young charms. My troubles began one day when she made an entrance at our pool. She wore this purple, skin-tight, one-piece suit that looked like it was painted on. Her nipples poked out defiantly, creating a delectable but agonizing feeling in the pit of my stomach. This feeling was accentuated by the fact that she was so matter of fact about it. And she didn't hesitate to show off her chest as she stretched, dried herself with a towel or slathered her back with oil. I suspect she knew exactly what she was doing. Another hot spot was the exercise room. I'd be there doing my six miles on the treadmill when she would show up in her sports bra and gym shorts. I loved watching that athletic body go through its paces -- especially after she got all sweaty and started soaking through her bra. Yes, those tantalizing nipples even managed to reveal themselves through that thick elastic-like material. It went on like that for a few weeks. I admired her from afar, fantasizing about getting a peek at those supple young breasts (not to mention her other delights). Finally, I worked up my courage and struck up a conversation with her at the pool one day. She had graduated from college a few years ago and had a job in the city working for a law firm. This was her first apartment and she was really enjoying the independence and amenities that living downtown afforded. We talked about my situation (including the nightmare that was supposed to be marital bliss) and the fact that we both liked to exercise and stay fit. She was actually very nice and remarkably easy to talk to. I certainly didn't envision a relationship with her based on anything but small talk. Fortunately, I was about to discover otherwise. It was a dreary Friday afternoon after work and I punched the button to the elevator, not knowing exactly where I was going. There was Honey, headed to the laundry room with a basket of clothes and those enchanting nipples beckoning me to follow. "What's up," she asked. "Not much," I responded, and then I heard myself say, "actually, I was thinking about doing my laundry too." "Cool. I could use some company. Maybe I'll see you down there." Maybe indeed. I went back to my apartment, had a shot of bourbon to settle my nerves and decide if I really wanted to go through with it. After another two shots the answer was "yes". I gathered my dirty clothes (along with some clean stuff to conceal the fact that I didn't really need to do my washing) and headed down the elevator. By the time I got there, she was already putting her clothes into the dryer. I loved watching those alluring little breasts move sexily under her loose fitting tee. She asked what took me so long and we talked nonchalantly while her clothes were in the drier. Then she put them back into her cart and wheeled away. Shit ... opportunity missed! But that's when I caught a break. While I was taking my clothes out of the washer, I noticed she left something in the machine she had been using. Oh my God it was a bra! I quickly covered it with my clothes -- acting like it was a piece of incriminating evidence, and stuffed everything into the drier. It seemed like the drier took forever but I was enjoying the knowledge that one of her undergarments was mingling with my own. Anyway, as soon as everything was dry, I hightailed it back to my apartment. My heart was beating hard with anticipation. I couldn't wait to examine my prize. It was a simple, white cotton bra with the clasp in the back. (How many times had I struggled trying to release one of those insidious things with one hand?). A little tag told me the size was 32 AA. 32 AA. To a small tit freak like me, that nugget of information was like an aphrodisiac. Proof positive that my precious Honey had the real thing -- genuinely small breasts. Even though the outfits she wore left absolutely no doubt, the reality of those numbers made my penis stiffen. I wished the bra were still dirty so I could detect a hint of her essence. Despite the fact that I knew this was not possible, I pressed the inside of one of the cups to my nose and inhaled deeply; imagining what it smelled like before it was washed. Earthy, with a hint of her sweet perfume, perhaps. I put my fingers on the exact spot where her nipple had pressed against the soft material. I reveled in the fact that the perfect little nub had just been there -- possibly as recently as today. I repeated this process with the other cup. I was really getting turned on and it got even worse when I fantasized about finding a pair of her panties -- dirty panties -- on the floor of the laundry room. The thought of smelling her sex practically put me over the edge. And then a staggeringly powerful thought struck me. Oh my God, I have an opportunity to return this! I had an engraved invitation to interact with Honey on a new and exciting level. I needed a few more minutes to myself, but eventually I decided to call her and take advantage of the situation before I lost my nerve. Just like a high school kid afraid of being rejected for a date to the prom, I punched in her number. "Hi," she said when she answered the phone. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she sounded a little strange. "Hey, it's your laundry buddy, and I ended up with a bra you accidentally left in the washer. It's dry now, and I wondered it you wanted me to drop it by." There was a long pause, and I thought, "Oh shit, here comes that 'I've already got a date to the prom' rejection I feared." "I guess you could, but I'm just getting ready for a "Me Date" and it might be a little awkward." "What's a Me Date?" "Something I do every once in awhile when I need to rejuvenate. It's a totally self-centered process I go through that is completely, 100 percent focused on me and my body. Frankly, I've never shared a Me Date before, but the thought of doing so is kind of exciting. I'm just afraid it would be frustrating for you because it's all about me, and there's nothing I can do to change that. Me Dates are very important to me and I really need one right now. "I'm an expert in frustration. My Ex saw to that. I'm still not quite sure what this Me Date is all about, but I'm willing to take the chance." There was another long pause and I could tell she was struggling with the decision. What ever this thing was, she clearly thought of it as a very big deal. "OK, what the hell. Come on down, and don't forget my bra." Bingo. My boring Friday was about to become something memorable. I didn't want to have to explain why I was carrying around a bra in case of a chance hallway encounter, so I put it into a brown lunch bag and headed to her apartment. What awaited me was completely unexpected. Her apartment was bathed in the soft glow of maybe 50 candles. There was a Mozart string quartet playing softly in the background and the place reeked of marijuana. She was stoned out of her mind. Now I understood why she sounded so funny on the phone. "Come in and have a seat next to me on the couch. I need to ask you again if you're sure you're OK with this. You see, a Me Date is all about my generating sexual energy -- as much as I can -- and then yielding to it with the very essence and soul of my body. It's a highly spiritual thing for me, and I take it very seriously. I simply cannot allow you to fuck it up by making me feel selfish. If you stay, you'll have to understand that this is all about ME. I can't feel obligated to consider your feelings or help you in any way. It's up to you." "I get it, let's give it a shot." "OK, but you better start by smoking this. It'll get you in the proper frame of mind." Indeed it did. The dope was fantastic and I hadn't been stoned in ages. I loved feeling the high spread throughout my body, giving me that deliciously aware feeling. Dope always heightens my senses and makes me feel sexy as hell. What an ideal time for it. I looked at Honey's perfect breasts through her tee shirt and thought, "Wow, this is going to be something." "You like my breasts, don't you?" "Like isn't the word for it. Worship maybe, or adore." "Most guys think they're too small. Way too small. I used to be self-conscious about them, but then I realized there are plenty of guys like you who prefer girls like me. I see them staring at my nipples and watching how they rub against my shirt. It turns me on to see that. In fact, it's one of the things that attracted me to you." As she said all this, I noticed her nipples getting more erect. She was using me to build to the sexual energy for her Me Date. I felt honored -- and extremely turned on. She slowly moved her hands to her to her breasts and began to touch them lightly through her soft cotton shirt. "My nipples get really hard when I'm turned on -- especially when I'm stoned. Even though they're always poking out on their own. I used to be embarrassed about them, but I finally thought, "what the fuck," it's my body so why should I be embarrassed. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with giving guys like you a little thrill. Do you like it when I touch them?" "More than you can imagine." "Would you like to touch them?" "I would love it if you want me to." "Well, we'll have to see what develops for you Mr. Tiny Tit Man. But remember, this Me Date is all about me. Let's turn things up a notch." She showed me a small, screw-capped glass vial that was resting in a bowel of clear oil heated by a candle. "Can you guess what this is?" she whispered. It was partially filled with a thick white fluid. "I've got a pretty good guess." "You're undoubtedly right. You see, I LOVE semen. I love everything about it. The way it smells, the way it feels between my fingers and on my body. The way it squirts into my vagina when I fuck. The cool feeling it creates on my breasts when I spread it over them and let it dry. Everything. It's the most important ingredient for a Me Date." I thought to myself that much more talk like this would result in another deposit of warm semen -- in my jeans! "Where did you get it?" I managed to croak. "I thought maybe you would want to know. This sample is from an old boyfriend, but I have more. Want me to show you?" She went to her freezer and returned with a metal rack that contained a dozen or more vials just like the one she had showed me. "These are deposits from some of the men in my life. This one is from my brother. He was my first contributor. Our parents were strictly religious and I was already in college, but still living at home, when I first learned to masturbate. I would think about boys playing with themselves and squirting their semen all over the palace as I experimented with my body. I kept coming back to this vision even though I had never seen it in real life; only in a video and from reading about it in books. But I decided something was missing; I desperately wanted to see what real semen was like. And then I had a brilliant idea. I had an 18 year-old brother living in the same house! I had never even thought about him masturbating, but I figured there was a pretty good chance he was doing it. So the next day I told him I knew that he masturbated and that I would tell our parents unless he gave me some of his stuff. I gave him a little vial that I had taken from chemistry class. He looked shocked, but I assured him I was serious and that I better see some results by the next day. Sure enough, when I came back from my shower the next morning, the vial was under my pillow -- practically full. It didn't dawn on me at the time, but he must have been so turned on by the idea of doing it for me that he masturbated five or six times in that short period of time. I was in heaven with my new-found prize. I remember the first thing I did was savor the smell. That's when I realized there is a direct connection between my nose and my vagina. I was literally sopping wet in less than a second. The feeling was "basic" and electric. I immediately began rubbing my swollen clit and quickly exploded into the first real orgasm I had ever had. I hid the vial in one of my drawers and used it repeatedly during the next few days to continue my masturbatory exploits. I did everything you could think of with that semen -- spreading it on my nipples, using it to soak my pubic hair, spreading it on my labia and over my clitoris, tasting it, dabbing it onto my anus, I even put some in my ears. I loved what I was doing. Life had taken on a whole new meaning and I could barely force myself to go to class. Unfortunately, my supply quickly dwindled. I realized I was like a junky in need of a fix. When I tried to make the same deal with my brother he said, "OK, but I want a pair of your dirty panties before I do." "The little shit wasn't so stupid. But I didn't really mind. It sounded like a fair exchange. So that night, I did my best to give him a worthy specimen. Smelling the dregs of his semen in the vial, I began rubbing my vagina through my plain cotton panties. I was surprisingly turned on by the thought of doing this for him, so my pussy was really getting wet. I decided to push the material as deeply into my crack as possible to give it a thorough dousing. This little exercise was turning out to be more fun than I expected, and I felt like my body was experiencing something for the very first time. I continued to drench my panties, rubbing them up and down over my now slippery lips when WHAM, I experienced my first ejaculation. I had no idea what was happening, but this liquid that I knew wasn't pee came flooding out of my vagina as I started to cum. My body was wracked with wave after wave of intense pleasure that seemed to go on forever. I lay there for a long time, just relishing what I had experienced. My panties were drenched. I sealed them in a baggie and placed them under my brother's pillow. Clearly, I had held up my end of the bargain. And the next morning he came through for me too." By this time my cock was throbbing in my pants and I didn't know how I could survive much more of this talk without excusing myself. But Honey was just getting started. This next one is from my first real boyfriend. He was an engineering student and a little nerdy, but a nice guy. At first I didn't want him to think I was too weird, so I didn't tell him about my little semen fetish. We had a nice, if somewhat reserved, sexual relationship and I was OK with that. OK until one day when I decided to do him a favor and wash his clothes. That's when I discovered that many of his tee shirts had odd crusty stains on them. The deposits were basically clear but had a slight yellowish tinge. Oh my God, I thought, he's been masturbating onto his tee shirts! Turns out the connection to my vagina has nothing to do with my nose because I experienced the same instant lubrication as when I smelled my brother's semen for the first time. My knees buckled and I thought I might fall to the floor. Instead, I took his tee shirt, went to the bedroom, and began putting it to good use. The dried stain was rough and felt wonderful as I rubbed it across my nipples. They were at full attention in no time. Then I did the same thing between my legs. The scratchy sensation felt great there too, bringing my clit to full hardness. But my vagina was so wet, it sort of rehydrated the semen and the scratchy feeling went away. I ended up soaking his shirt with my juices and using it to scrub the sticky residue into my pubes and onto my lips. The result was an Earth-shaking orgasm complete with an impressive ejaculation. After my composure returned, I realized I had another laundry problem. I thought about leaving my boyfriend's secret intact, but then I was struck by a much more enticing idea. That night I confronted him with one of the soiled shirts and asked if he knew anything about the strange stain. He turned beet red and stammered something about maybe using it to blow his nose. I said that was odd because there were seven other tee shirts in the same condition, and I didn't remember him having a cold. The poor guy knew he was busted but was so embarrassed he just couldn't acknowledge the truth, so I decided to let him off the hook. "Look," I said, "it's OK for you to masturbate. I do it too. But you shouldn't slink around in the dark to do it. Why don't you let me watch?" I could tell from the topography of his gym shorts that the idea had given him an immediate erection. "Come on," I said, tweaking the tip of his penis through his shorts, "it looks like you're ready right now!" We went on to have the best sexual experience of our relationship. I inched down his shorts and underpants and told him he had a beautiful penis. Then I began peppering him with questions about his masturbation history. "How often do you do it? What do you think about when you do it? How far does your semen shoot up? How much of it comes out? Have you ever gotten caught before? He told me about the first time he discovered that he could make himself cum, and started to really get into it. I could tell his penis had never been harder, and he was literally ready to explode. "Do it for me now," I demanded. "Show me how you rub yourself until you cum." He started by grasping the base of his shaft with one hand and sliding it forward. When that hand reached the underside of his head, he repeated the process with his other hand. He continued like this, one hand after the other, as the pressure in his body mounted. He was sweating now, and I knew he was really turned on by my watching him stroke himself. He was circumcised and I noticed that he was making a special effort to use his fingers to stimulate the underside of the ring at the base of his glans as they slid by. He was getting close. Abruptly he encircled the same ring with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and began stimulating it with short rapid strokes. And then it happened. He grunted and sprayed stream after stream of beautiful, hot semen all over his stomach and chest and hands. "Oh my God that was the best one I've ever had!" Of course, by this point I was practically cumming myself. Here he was, playing out the very fantasy I had been using to masturbate to for years. The smell of his semen hit me like a freight train as it permeated the room. My vagina was dripping into my panties and I couldn't wait to peel them off and provide the relief I so urgently needed. Needless to say, the quality of our sex life improved immeasurably. And there was one other change. I provided him with a supply of my little vials and told him I didn't expect to find dried semen on his underwear any more. No sense wasting it when there were much better uses! The "Me Date" Ch. 01 Back on the couch my own penis was throbbing. The dope was still in full force and this explicit talk had me aroused beyond belief. "You better not tell many more of these stories or I'm going to cream in my jeans." "I'm not worried about you Mr. Not Yet You Don't. Remember, this is a Me Date and the purpose of my telling you these stories is to create sexual energy for my benefit, not yours. Guess who this one is from?" "No idea," I managed to reply. "My father! But it's not what you think. My mom found my collection one day when she was looking for something in my freezer. Instead of being grossed out or angry like I would have thought, she was really turned on. I guess things have come a long way since all of those Catholic nuns. At any rate, she asked if I would like her to get some of daddy's for my collection. The hard wire between my brain and vagina kicked in again and I said I thought that would be one of the most erotic things I could think of. So she told him she needed a sample of his semen for an experiment they were doing at the college, and helped him deposit it into this very vial. She said it was a profoundly touching experience that helped them discover they could enrich their sex life by masturbating together. I only use his sample for very special occasions." "These others are from chance encounters. A guy who picked me up in a bar, a shy guy from my parent's church who I caught masturbating after a Sunday service and blackmailed, a smattering of one night stands with guys who liked my little tits. I usually told them I that never fuck a guy until he masturbates for me and then hand them a vial. If they are willing and turn me on, I'll follow through; otherwise, I dump them and move on." "Enough of my stories," she said as she recapped the vial that had been warming and replaced the rack in her freezer. I was puzzled because it seemed like she hadn't finished with it. The flow of her body as she moved across the room reminded me of how deeply I was affected by those tantalizing, lovely breasts. "Let's talk about your for awhile, Mister. I need for you to tell me what you do with your semen after you play with yourself." The question hit me like an avalanche. I thought about telling her I was too old to masturbate, but quickly dismissed such a lie because I knew she would never buy it. Even though there was no evidence, like her first boyfriends tee shirts, I felt trapped and decided the best approach was simply to tell the truth. "Well," I stammered, "I guess most of the time I do it in bed. I just cum on my stomach and clean myself up with some tissues." "And what do you do with those tissues?" "Sometimes I flush them down the toilet, but I guess mostly I just put them in the wastebasket by my bed." "Excellent! Now I have another question. Do you want to continue with this Me Date?" "Yes, more than anything." "Then I want you to go get your wastebasket so I can see what you've been up to." I would not have anticipated such a request in a million years, but the idea immediately filled me with a mixture of excitement and humiliation. "And don't even think about taking anything out of it, Mister, because I'll know. Do you understand me?" Resistance seemed impossible, and besides, in a way I was very much looking forward to the degradation that was to come. "OK, I promise." "Can you make it to your apartment with that raging hard on?" She wasn't concerned about me, she simply wanted to know. "Yes, I think so." "OK, then hurry. I don't expect to be kept waiting." I managed to adjust my erection so I could walk (if a bit hunched over) and headed for my apartment. My head was spinning from the dope and the thought of what would happen next. I considered dumping some of the stuff out of my wastebasket because it was so full, but decided I had better play it straight. Honey seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, and I was in no mood to face her wrath. I grabbed the wastebasket and hustled out the door. Unlike her bra, I didn't bother to conceal my cargo. I guess I figured I'd come up with an excuse if needed. Fortunately, I made it back to her apartment without any encounters, and presented her with the wastebasket when she opened the door. "Oh my, it looks like you've been a very busy boy! How long has it been since you've emptied your trash?" "Probably about three weeks." "Let's take a look." She dumped the contents onto her coffee table; picking up several tissue wads that had fallen to the floor. With the exception of a few candy wrappers and scraps of paper, there was nothing but clumps of soiled tissue. She began to examine the incriminating bits of evidence one by one, smelling them and evaluating each one carefully. When she was satisfied with one, she placed it in a new pile and selected another. "Oooh, this looks like a really big one. You must have been super turned on when you made it. What do you think made you cum so much?" "I guess it's just what you said, being really turned on. Also, if it's been a long time since I last did it I usually cum more." "That doesn't seem likely given the number of messes you've produced in only three weeks. You've been masturbating at least once a day, Mister Naughty, more than once on many days." "Well, after I got married I usually did it only once or twice a week. That's pretty much the history I maintained until a few months ago -- when you moved in." "Are you saying you've been masturbating more because of me; that you're thinking about me when you play with yourself?" "Guilty as charged." "Bravo, Mr. I Can't Stop Playing with Myself. The highest form of flattery for a woman is to know that she has compelled a grown man to masturbate over and over again just so he can think about her. You've just upped the energy of this Me Date." She continued going through my crusty tissues. "Some of these hardly have any cum on them at all? Why is that?" "I guess it could be because I only came a little bit (like if I had already done it that night), or sometimes I need to use a second one to finish wiping off my stomach or the opening of my penis." "OK, I'll buy that." "Ahhhhhhhha, here's the one I've been looking for! It's still wet!" I knew she was going to find this condemning bit of embarrassment, but I had decided not to remove it before bringing her my wastebasket. I now realized, this is what she was referring to when she told me she would know if I tampered with the evidence. I had to face the full brunt of my shame. "This is one of the biggest ones yet! Look, your semen hasn't even completely soaked into the tissue. You really outdid yourself on this one Mr. Big Cummer! I guess my bra really did the trick!" I had to admit she was right. I had used the few minutes between when I realized I could ask her if she wanted me to return her bra and when I called her on the phone to masturbate with it. It was one of the best orgasms I had had in weeks. "I'll bet you were thinking about my creamy skin bound by those tiny cups while you were stroking yourself. And probably my pointy nipples poking out through the fabric. Were you turned on knowing my size? I'll bet 32 AAA would have excited you even more. Did you smell it? Did you think about wearing it? Did you wish it were dirty? Did you wish it were my soiled panties? Are you ashamed of yourself for jerking off constantly like a horney teenager? "I guess so, but I'd do it all over again. My penis doesn't really give me a choice." "You're a good boy and you deserve a reward. It's now time for me to show you my breasts." Slowly, she revealed her perfect body by inching the tee shirt over her head and striping down to her panties. Finally, my prize was before me. She was exquisite. The supple, creamy mounds were peaked by perfectly round, luscious pink areolas that culminated in her desperately compelling nipples. They were hard, firm, and poking out proudly before me. I could tell from the flush beginning to appear on her chest that she was turned on too. "They're indescribable." She just sat there for a long time; allowing me to bask in the glory of her radiant young breasts as they moved subtlety with her breathing. "My nipples get really big when I'm turned on...much bigger than they are now. Would you like to touch them? I couldn't believe she was letting me participate in her Me Date to his level. I felt like the most fortunate guy on the planet as I began to gently, gently touch her silken skin and rubbery nipples. "You can kiss them if you want." Slowly I proceeded to caress her, to drink in her feminine fragrance, to admire the hard but yielding flesh under my fingers, to think about all the guys who would kill to be in my situation, and finally, to begin to lick and tweak her bulging nipples with my tongue. As I did this, she took the tissue still wet with my semen and drew its essence deeply into her lungs. Her body shuddered; which prompted an exciting shimmy in her breasts. She was beginning to perspire and I swore I could small her vagina lubricating itself along with her sweat. "Suck on them!" I surrounded the closest breast with my fingers and firmly drew her nipple into my mouth; nursing vigorously like a baby. She used the tissue to moisten her other nipple with my semen and demanded that I switch sides. As I did so, she began to rub the Kleenex up and down her panty covered slit. The rhythm was increasing as I sucked more and more forcefully. "You're semen is mixing with my juices," she exclaimed. "My lips are spread and I'm pushing my panties inside. I'm rubbing them up and down my opening. My clit is poking out; so hard, I can smell your semen. My vagina is gushing. My fingers are wet. Oh my God here it comes!" Her priceless breasts were bouncing up and down as she rubbed herself and I sucked her distended nipples. Her athletic body was as hard as a rock as her muscles prepared for the explosion to come. When it finally arrived I witnessed the most powerful female orgasm of my life. I thought it would never end. Wave after wave of torturous spasms traversed her hot, trembling body. Her breasts flushed crimson and her nipples looked like they were about to explode. Her face was a contorted mask of pain and pleasure that finally yielded to one of pure contentment as the spasms subsided. I had just participated in the most profound sexual experience of my life, and I hadn't even cum! "This Me Date's over for you Mister. You better go back upstairs and take care of yourself before you rupture something. I hope you have plenty of Kleenex." And that was it. I knew my part of the Me Date was over and I didn't protest. Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get back to my apartment to masturbate. I ran to my bed and drenched myself with spurt after spurt of boiling hot semen that seemed to go on for ever. I had never cum so much at once in my life. I couldn't help but think it was too bad I hadn't tried to save it for her, but the urgency of the situation dictated otherwise. It took five tissues to clean up the mess, which I carefully placed on the head of my bed just in case they were needed in the future. And it wasn't until that very moment that I realized she had left her bra in that washer on purpose. The "Me Date" Ch. 02 Life took on an entirely new perspective after my participation in Honey's Me Date. It was impossible for me to concentrate on anything other than the erotic events that took place. I kept obsessing about the smell of her body -- a mixture of sweat and sex. The sight of her voluptuous breasts, crimson with animal heat, nearly exploding with her orgasm; an orgasm she had produced using a semen-soaked tissue that she found in my trash. All of that happened on Friday, and I had been playing with myself so much since then that my penis was sore as hell. I really needed to let it let it recuperate for a day or two. Considering the extent to which my adolescent-like sexual practices had been exposed, I didn't know how I could face Honey without being overcome by shame and embarrassment. On the other hand, I desperately wanted to see her again, and I was sick with worry that she would not invite me to another one of her Me Dates. Our first meeting was a chance encounter in the lobby of our building. She was headed out while I was returning to my apartment. "Hi Mr. Horny," she said with a smile. "I'll bet you've been 'thinking about me' a lot the last few days." I felt a blush traverse my body as I realized that the phrase "thinking about me" was code for fantasizing about her while masturbating. "Bye." I knew right then that my period of recuperation would have to wait. I entered my apartment and had an erection by the time I slipped out of my jeans and underwear. I gazed at myself and thought about Honey looking at me. I thought about her showing me her breasts and how they radiated her body heat. I thought about her examining the tissues I had cum into and getting turned on by them. How I wanted to see her again. How I wanted to make her proud of me. I stroked myself slowly and thought about her seizure-wracked orgasm as I released three strong streams of cum onto my stomach. Not bad considering the workout I had been giving myself during the past few days. The next day I received the gift of my life. There was a brown envelope in my mailbox that bore only my name. I virtually ran back to my apartment. My hands were trembling when I opened the package. Holy mother of God it was a pair panties! Not only panties, but dirty panties -- very dirty panties. The front of them was crusted with vaginal lubrication and dried semen. And there was something else; inside the panties was one of Honey's little glass vials! "Remember these?" the note said. "I thought they would help you do your homework for my next Me Date Saturday night. But don't go overboard because I may want you to perform." Needless to say I was bowled over by Honey's invitation. My first thought was overwhelming joy at the knowledge that I was going to attend another Me Date. What the hell did "perform" mean? I didn't have a clue, but the notion filled me with excitement (and apprehension). My next thought was even more exciting. Clearly I was expected to present her with a sample of my semen. The thought of handing someone a vial that I had obviously masturbated into was so embarrassing that I couldn't even give such a sample to a nurse after my vasectomy. How could I give one to Honey knowing she would be scrutinizing and evaluating it? Nevertheless, it was clearly my admission ticket to her Me Date. My final thought was one of dread. I knew I had only one chance to use those wonderful panties, and that if I expected to be able to "perform" I would need to abstain from having another orgasm until Saturday night -- almost five days! How on Earth could I last that long without going crazy? I decided to worry about that problem when I had to. My penis was already hard, but I told myself to take it slowly and enjoy my last session for what would undoubtedly seem like an eternity. I removed my shirt and jeans and took a few moments to admire the shape of my erection; still concealed by my white underpants. I positioned it so that the tip was pointing upwards and held against my body by the elastic waistband. My little slit was staring up at me. I moved my hand gently up and down my cotton-covered shaft, feeling its hardness. My other hand lightly fingered my testicles through the soft material. I grabbed the little glass vial and sat down on the edge of my bed. It was time for me to examine those panties more closely. They were, indeed, the same white cotton ones she had cum all over during the Me Date. I recalled how she had pushed them into her crack and rubbed my semen-soaked Kleenex up and down them as she masturbated. I carefully examined the inside. There was a lovely blonde pubic hair stuck to the solidified goo. I examined it closely and imagined where it had come from. I pressed the gusset of my precious prize to my nose and inhaled deeply. The sent of her feminine juices was strong and exhilarating. My penis was demanding immediate attention, but I kept drinking in the profoundly compelling aroma -- imagining Honey's glistening lips. I stood up and inched down my underpants. My erection was pointing at the sky bobbing up and down slightly with the beating of my heart. I thought about what it would be like to show it to Honey. The size was respectable when hard, but a disappointment when not. Fortunately, Honey wasn't likely to see it soft -- at least not at first. I pressed the tip of my organ tightly against my body and released it. The rigid shaft sprang back into its original position after bobbing up and down a few times. Would Honey find that effect titillating? Would I have the nerve to demonstrate it for her? I hung her panties over my protruding erection and watched them dangle. After a while, I gave myself a few long strokes and settled back into my bed. Even though my penis was still red and sore I knew I was building to one hell of an orgasm. I lay back and pressed Honey's panties firmly under my nostrils, breathing in the delicious fragrance over and over. I could feel the roughness of the stains on them against my nose. I decided to rub my penis with them. The panties felt incredible moving up and down over the sensitive skin. I thought about how they had been next to Honey's labia, soaking up her sweet essence. Up and down, up and down. The pressure building. I needed to smell her again. I positioned the panties over my nose and began rubbing my cock in earnest despite the soreness. One hand stimulated the underside of my glans while the other lightly caressed my balls. I was approaching the cliff. My strokes were getting faster and precum started oozing out of my opening. I felt the warmth beginning to spread, but I didn't want to cum yet. I stopped until the feeling passed. I repeated this process two or three more times, stopping just before the point of no return. The electric feeling was growing in intensity each time. I felt like I was stoned but I wasn't. I didn't think I could do it again without going over the top so I gave myself permission. I sat on the edge of my bed, wrapped the panties around my dick and used them to continue my stroking. I felt dizzy and was bathed in sweat. My hands were trembling and my heart was racing. The tingling started in my hands and feet and began to move slowly towards my cock. My hand was pumping furiously and the pressure continued to mount. At last, I experienced that sweet moment of inevitability. I thought of Honey watching me as the room dimmed. I managed to position the vial over the tip of my penis just in time. It was like an out of body experience as I watched stream after stream of watery semen splash into that vial. I lost count of how many times I squirted, but I remember wondering how my body had been able to produce so much given my depleted state. I hoped Honey would be pleased, and I couldn't wait to show her my "homework". I put the vial into my fridge and passed out on my bed. I had not slept so soundly in years. The next morning I awoke to the wonderful memory of that session. The thought of doing it for Honey was a major turn on. I wanted to do it again immediately, but then the horror of reality hit home. I had promised myself that I was finished until the Me Date. But Saturday seemed like forever. I didn't know if I could resist the temptation. My penis was already hard; begging for attention. "Perhaps just one more time," I told myself. But then I realized once more would lead to yet another and I would never be able to stop. I felt like a drunk who knew that total abstinence was the only answer. I decided to suck it up and meet this formidable challenge. Besides, if you can't keep a promise to yourself, who can you keep it to? The next few days started out to be difficult and ended in pure anguish. I couldn't focus on anything but Honey and the sexual gratification I needed so desperately. My thoughts ranged from visions of her glorious breasts and the incredible sent of her soiled panties to fantasies of the different ways she might order me to "perform" for her at the Me Date. People at the office worried about job-related stuff, television shows came and went, life around me continued on as usual, but I couldn't concentrate on anything but my aching need for sex. I spent hours daydreaming about our Me Date, reliving old sexual encounters and wishing I could masturbate. By Friday night I thought I was going to have to tie my hands to the bedpost to keep from playing with myself in my sleep. Fortunately, I had decided to wash Honey's panties so they would not lead me astray. I was a mess. Thank God my wait was almost over. The only salvation was knowing that if Honey allowed me to ejaculate during her Me Date, I was more than ready. Finally, the appointed time arrived. I put Honey's clean panties and my "homework" into the pocket of my jeans and headed to her apartment. I was literally trembling with anticipation. The scene that awaited me was almost the same as our first Me Date. Candles, classical music and marijuana. Honey, on the other hand, was a bit different. She was clearly stoned, but she was also sexier. Her short blonde hair was disheveled. She looked like she had just had sex. She wore a blue jean mini skirt and a plain white blouse that buttoned in the front. I fought off a tinge of disappointment because I could see she was wearing a bra. "Come on in Mr. Lonely. Have you been looking forward to my Me Date?" "That's the understatement of the century," I said with a sheepish grin. "You understand that the same rules apply, right? This session is all about ME. Every thing I do is because I want to and what you might want is irrelevant. If you get turned on that's fine, but that simply isn't my concern. I need and look forward my Me Dates and having to worry about someone else during them would defeat the purpose. You still OK?" "Uh huh." "OK, let's get you stoned." I smoked the joint Honey gave me and realized my body had never been so primed for sex play. My long period of abstinence combined with the dope had me absolutely tingling with anticipation, and my mind was totally uninhibited. I felt like I could do or talk about anything. Finally, Honey looked at me sweetly and said, "Have you been a good boy? Did you do your homework?" I had almost forgotten about my admission ticket. I produced the vial, warm from being in my pocket, and handed it to her. She looked at it carefully, tipping it from side to side so she could judge the consistency and volume. "How many times did it take you to make this?" "Just one." "Are you sure? Don't you lie to me. This looks more like two or three sessions. Did you really do it in only one?" "I'm sure. Your panties had me really turned on, and by the time I let myself cum I was so excited that I shot a bunch of times. It's lucky I managed do it in the vial. "It looks watery." "That's because I'd been jerking off so much just before your "invitation" arrived. When I was a kid sometimes I would do it so often my semen would be almost like water. I guess that means my body was practically making it on the spot." "Cool. This will be a first for my collection. At least it's nice and white, not clear like water." She opened the vial and inhaled deeply. "Very nice Mr. Watery Cummer. Did you smell it?" "No way!" "Then come here and share it with me." I sat next to her on the couch. The energy radiating from her body was palpable. She wore a subtle perfume that blended with the dope and smell of the burning candles. She moved close to me so we could both smell the vial together. I had never thought the smell of semen could be erotic, but I had never experienced it in this context. I knew Honey had just given me a new turn-on. "When did you make this?" "Almost five days ago." "And you haven't masturbated since?" "No." "Good boy! I'll bet you're about ready to explode." "No comment." "Masturbation is important to you, isn't it?" "Yes, especially now." "I'll bet you feel guilty and ashamed about doing it so much at your age." "Maybe not as much as you think. My mom really helped me in that department." "Really, tell me about it." "Well, I remember her talking openly to me about sexual development, and that it happens to everyone at different times. She also talked about how everyone's body is different and that those differences are a good thing. She also told me about masturbation and that it's something everyone does and that it's OK." "Did she know when you started doing it?" "Oh yes, she actually encouraged me. When I was growing up I was in my bed one night falling asleep when this strange but very nice feeling developed in my body. I had no idea what it was, but I sure knew it felt good. But then, the nice feeling was quickly followed by a sharp pain. Fortunately, the pain disappeared just as quickly as it arrived. I didn't think that much about it until the same thing happened a night or two later. This process continued for what must have been weeks. I don't really remember how long, but it got so I would look forward to the really nice feeling and brace myself for the pain. Well, one day, instead of the pain, some stuff squirted out of my penis! Even though my mom had told me about such things, I didn't really make the connection to myself. My first thought was that she would kill me for messing up my sheets. But then I figured it really wasn't my fault and there was nothing I could do about it anyway, so I just went to sleep. When I woke up, I was relieved to see that you could barley tell where the stuff had come out. It had dried to be virtually clear with only a faint yellowish tinge. I figured my mom wouldn't even notice. Boy was I wrong." "That night at the dinner table, my mom looked at my father and said, 'Guess what? Our boy has become a young man! I found a big, beautiful semen stain on his sheets today!" "Of course I was mortified, but my mom continued." "Did it feel good when you ejaculated, Honey?" "I just wanted to crawl under the table and die. 'I guess so,' I managed to stammer." "That's nice Sweetie. You know you can make yourself feel that way again any time you want. Remember when we talked about masturbation? Now you're finally old enough! All you have to do is rub you penis in a way that feels good. First it will get hard. That's called an erection. Then, if you keep doing it, that nice, nice feeling will start in your tummy and you'll get more and more excited. Your heart will beat faster, your face and chest might get a little flushed and then that feeling will get stronger and stronger until semen squirts out of your penis. The incredibly strong feeling that happens just before you do is called an orgasm and the semen coming out is called an ejaculation. That's what happened to you in bed last night. Did it happen all by itself, Honey, or did you make it happen by touching yourself? I was embarrassed to the hilt by her telling me all of this, but it was also kind of exciting. "I didn't do anything, mom, it just happened." "That's fine Honey. That's the way it usually works the first time. But I don't want you to ever feel guilty or ashamed when you do it to yourself. Masturbation is a very important part of life -- especially at your age. Everyone does it, and I mean everyone." "I thought about asking if she and dad did it, but I didn't have the nerve." I guess it didn't take a genius to figure out what was on my mind because then my mom said, "Honey, if you don't want your dessert, I think you can be excused." There was a tender, knowing smile on her face. "The bathtub is a great place to experiment. You can use the soap to help you rub yourself and you don't have to worry about making a mess when you ejaculate because your semen will just go down the drain." "So that's the first time I did it. Needless to say, that bath changed my world, and my mom's making it OK was a huge gift. I really appreciate it to this day. That night I was lying in bed wishing I could take another "bath" when my mom came in. "You know," she said softly, "you don't have to be in the tub to do what you did today. In fact, you can do it right here in you own bed whenever you want." "She handed me a box of Kleenex and told me to use them to clean myself up and to put them in the wastebasket afterwards." "And don't worry if you get some on the sheets, Sweetie; moms love seeing the evidence of a new man in the house!" "So it was your mom that taught you about using tissues." "Yea, I guess you're right, although I never really thought about it before." "That's very sweet. They say that masturbation helps men learn how to control themselves for when they have real sex. Do you think that's true with you?" "I guess I'm not sure what you mean." "Well, do you ever take yourself just to the edge and then stop before you cum. Then do it again and again, until you finally allow yourself to go all the way?" "Yes, in fact, that's one of the reasons I was able to do so well on my homework assignment." "Well, learning when to stop helps you control your ejaculations during real sex. Do you think you can control yourself for me?" "I'd sure like to try." "Let's find out. First you need to be examined, and if I'm satisfied we'll see if you are able to control your body like a man." She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, staring into my eyes the whole time. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall away. Her hands went to her tiny bra-covered breasts. "Do you recognize your old friend? It's the same one I left for you in the laundry room." My penis was already hard and I tried to adjust it without being too obvious." She slipped her right hand under the bra and started rubbing her left nipple. Both of them started to respond. "I love caressing my breasts. My nipples are soooooo sensitive. Especially when I'm stoned." Abandoning her nipples for a moment, she reached back and undid the clasp; allowing the bra to fall slowly to her lap exposing her small hard buds. I could feel the heat radiating from her delectable breasts and I thought I might cum right there. She let me admire them for a few minutes before slipping out of her skirt. "Are you getting turned on Mr. Gawker? I hope so, because that's the only way we can test whether you can control yourself. Now take off your shirt and jeans." I stood up and inched the tee shirt over my head. I didn't know if she was turned on my by hard, flat stomach, but I decided to do what I could to show off my well muscled physique. Next came the pants. There was an embarrassing tent where my erection strained against the white cotton boxers. Honey smiled and ordered me to sit down with my legs crossed facing her on the couch. I adjusted my pole so it was pointing upwards. Honey reached over and held tightly onto the tip of my aching penis and slid her fingers up and down slightly, forcing the taught skin to move with them. The "Me Date" Ch. 02 "Good, you've been circumcised. That will make my examination a little easier. Now take off your underpants." She didn't have to tell me twice. I was so hard that I wanted to show myself to her. The dope was fueling my inhibitions. Honey just stared at my manhood, fully exposed to her for the first time. I flexed my anal sphincter which made the tip budge for her. She didn't say anything, but her hard nipples betrayed the poker face she was displaying. "How long is it?" I was taken back by her abruptness. "I don't know." "I warned you not to lie to me Mr. I'm Not That Stupid. Every man knows the answer to that question. You probably started measuring yourself as soon as you began thinking about showing it to girls. Now why don't you try again?" I had to admit she was right. I had started using a ruler early. Especially since I was insecure about my size when limp, and desperately wanted to feel OK about myself when it really mattered. "About seven and a half inches," I confessed. "That's better. If you're going to pass my test, you need to be 100 percent honest. One more lie Mr. Muscles and this Me Date's over for you." "Now show me where it's the most sensitive." I pointed to the underside of my glans, feeling a mixture of pride and embarrassment as she scrutinized my steely organ. "It's right under here. The underside of the ring that runs around my tip is where it's the most sensitive. That's the place I focus on when I really want to make myself cum." "Show me." I formed a ring with the thumb and first finger of my right hand and demonstrated how I use them to stimulate the area using short rapid strokes. "That's enough Mr. Not Yet You Don't. We don't want you to ruin my test. Do you use other techniques when you masturbate?" "Sometimes I use two hands. I slide them down myself one at a time so they stimulate my most sensitive part as they go by. Just like your first boyfriend apparently did. Sometimes I use just my fingertips to hold onto the underside of my head and alternately squeeze and relax them. And sometimes, I form a big ring with my fingers and use it to bounce my cock in all directions making contact with the underside of my ring." "Well, you certainly seem to be an expert in the masturbation department. Now I need to make sure you keep yourself clean. Since you're circumcised we won't have to worry about retracting your foreskin so we can go directly to your testicles. Spread your legs and lean back so I can examine them." Honey intended to humiliate me by making me expose my most intimate parts. My submissive nature was beginning to emerge. I did as she asked, leaning back and pulling up on the skin of my inner thighs so that my scrotum was fully available for her inspection. "That's a good boy. This won't take long. Are you careful to wash your testicles when you bathe?" "I don't really think about it too much. I guess they sort of get washed with the rest of me." "That's not a very satisfactory answer. Didn't you mother show you how to keep yourself clean?" "Not like that." "Then I'll need to check. Now spread your legs farther apart." Honey began to examine my fully exposed sack from all directions. "Well, I guess it looks clean enough. Do you perform a testicular self examination regularly?" "No, I guess I haven't worried too much about that." "Bad boy. You're old enough to be more responsible." Honey began to probe one of my testicles with her warm fingers. She felt it from all angles and then repeated the process with the other. Her touch was intensely erotic. My penis was definitely at maximum hardness and that warm feeling was starting to rise within me. "Oh shit," I thought, "I can't even think about cumming yet!" "Do you like having your testicles examined?" "Yes, I love it when someone plays with them. I like it when I do it myself too" "OK, let's move on. Now pull you knees up next to your chest and spread you legs wider so that I can examine your anus." OMG, Honey was going to take this humiliation thing to the max. "Come on Mister, I need to see if you keep yourself clean there too." I was very glad I had just taken a thorough shower. I did the best I could to comply with her instructions. I felt fully exposed as I lay there doing my best to show her by asshole. "A little wider now. See if you can let me see inside." I did the best I could. Straining to separate my ass cheeks for her. My penis was throbbing with excitement. "Now the acid test." Honey took a wad of tissue and said, "Give me some spit." At first I didn't know what she meant, but then I realized she wanted me to moisten the tissue with my saliva, just like my mother would order me to do when I was little and she needed to wipe something off of my face. Honey was pulling out all the stops. She held the tissue to my mouth and I produced as much saliva as I could. When she was satisfied she began rubbing the damp tissue firmly over and around my fully exposed asshole. I was going crazy with humiliation, embarrassment and pure sexual energy. That warm feeling in my abdomen was getting worse. Honey examined the tissue and said, "Congratulations. No brown stains. At least you're managing to keep yourself clean on the outside. Now let's see about the inside." I couldn't believe what was happening. Honey opened my "homework" vial began spreading my semen over the outside of my asshole with her finger. "Now just relax and try to open yourself a little wider. I'll be as gentle as I can. I just hope this runny semen of yours works." Honey had the vial in one hand and was using the index finger of her other to begin probing my anus. She wet her finger and pressed firmly on the puckered hole. She wiggled it around trying to gain entrance, but without much success. She repeated the process with more semen and greater determination. My sphincter was clenched tightly and her fingernail was scratchy as she continued her attempt to invade me. Finally she said, "You're not making this easy for either one of us Mr. Uncooperative. You simply need to relax!" Honey put a fresh coat of semen on her finger and I did the best I could to allow the penetrating digit to gain entrance. Fortunately, I felt the wigging finger slip partially inside. She began to push it in and out making more progress with each attempt. She was pouring semen from the vial onto her finger as it slid in and out. The whole area felt wet and cold. Finally her finger was all the way in. "That's better. You're basically clean here too, but I'm worried about some fecal remnants I'm feeling. We may have to deal with that later. In the meantime, I'm going to examine your prostate gland." Sure enough, Honey knew exactly where to go. I experienced the same feeling as when my doctor does my annual physicals. "Is that uncomfortable for you? I'm trying to be gentle, but now that we're finally in I want to be thorough. Just relax, the worst is over." Finally, Honey removed her finger and wiped it off with a fresh tissue. "OK, you've passed the first test -- barely. Now we can move on to something a little more interesting. Has my little examination made you feel like cumming?" "Take a guess." "Very good. Then we're ready to see how well you can control yourself. First I need to know that you are fully aroused. Why don't you take another look at my breasts?" Honey's plan was working. Although I thought I was about ready to explode, looking at her delectable small breasts with their pointy hard nipples intensified my arousal. "Do you remember sucking on them? Would you like to do it again? I'll bet you would love to suck on my clitoris too? Do you remember how my panties smelled? Would you like to bury your penis inside my vagina and pump your cum into me?" She began caressing the front of her panties lightly with her fingertips. "Can you see my pubic hair under my panties? Can you see where my opening begins? Can you tell where my clit is?" I was going berserk. "Does this help?" Honey started to rub her fingers up and down over her crease, pushing the soft cotton into herself with each stroke. "There, now you can see where my labia are. Would you like to smell my juices?" Honey moved her hand under her panties and began fingering her pussy. I could tell she had inserted her middle finger deeply into her vagina. "Here, Mr. Big Boy." She removed her finger and placed it directly under my nose. The fragrance was irresistible. My throbbing penis was literally aching with the most intense erection of my life. "OK, now that you're fully prepped, let's begin. If you can hold your cum for the next five minutes, I'll let you fuck the shit out of me. If not, I'm afraid you'll have to pay the consequences. Here are the rules: 1. You need to do exactly what I tell you. 2. You have three time-outs. You can stop whatever I've told you to do, or tell me to stop whatever I'm doing to you three times and three times only. 3. If you ejaculate before the time is up, you will have shown me that you are not mature enough to control yourself and you will have take your medicine. Are you ready to begin?" What choice did I have? I was stoned, humiliated, exposed, aroused to the point of exploding and enticed with the only reward that meant anything to me. There was no way I could back out now. I managed to indicate that I was ready, and I watched her set a timer that had been on the coffee table. "All right Mister. Let's see that two handed method of yours -- and be sure you make nice firm contact with the underside of your glans." Without hesitation I began to slide by hands down my shaft as I had described for Honey just a few minutes ago. At the same time Honey reached down and began to gently fondle my testicles. "Oh shit," I though, "I'm close to cumming already." I involuntarily stopped after just a few strokes to avoid the inevitable. Honey stopped too and said, "I didn't tell you to stop. I'm afraid you've just burned your first time out." Without delay, Honey said, "Why don't you let me try that one-handed method?" She made a ring out of her thumb and forefinger and began to rub up and down on my most sensitive area just like I had showed her. Precum was oozing out of my hole and spreading all over the head of my penis. My toes and fingers were starting to tingle and the dreaded feeling in my stomach was gaining momentum. "Look at all that precum. Do you like it when I rub your big cock?" "Stop! I can't take anymore." "I'll take that as a yes. That's number two. Still more than four minutes to go. I'm afraid it's not looking very good for your Mr. Immature. Tell you what, I'll give you a break this time, you can use whatever technique you want, and you can switch if you like, but as soon as you stop, that will be your last time-out. Now go." I really appreciated her mercy. I gently held the tip of my dick with the fingers of my right hand. They were on my ring, just like I had described, but I was trying to apply as little stimulation as possible. Honey seemed to be buying it. "Did you ever do that while Mommy watched? I'll bet you wanted to show her how big your penis can get. Don't you think she would be proud of her little man spraying his thick white semen all over the place for her? Big long spurts just for her. Squit, squirt, squirt, farther, farther, farther. How proud she would be!" "Stop!" Honey had used mental imagery to push me to the edge. "That's it sweet pea. Three minutes to go!" "Lay back and spread your legs." I knew I was cooked when Honey reached for my "homework" again. She dipped her finger into the vial and poured the rest over my budging erection. It felt cool and wet, dripping down my rod. Next Honey went right for my asshole. This time she was not to be denied. Her finger forcefully rammed into my hole, creating a moment of intense pain. Thank God she had at least used my semen as a lubricant. Her other hand began pumping away on my swollen cock as she probed inside my body. She continued stroking up and down, tightly gripping my slippery erection as her finger moved in and out of my asshole. As if that wasn't enough, she started blowing air on my sack which was banging back and forth as she stroked. The tingling started again, the intensity as it moved from my extremities toward my genitals was startling. I was out of time outs but I didn't care. My heart was pounding. Honey started going faster and was grabbing my dick more tightly. I thought I might pass out, or burst a blood vessel but I didn't care. The feeling turned to magnificent pain, pulsing through my body like a freight train. Stronger, stronger, stronger. STOP!!!!!!! My penis exploded like an atom bomb. The first jet of semen went over our heads and onto the floor. The second was even more forceful and was followed by stream after stream. I was a roman candle, launching fireworks with reckless abandon. It didn't stop. Semen was flying everywhere in an ejaculatory spectacular. I could not believe such a thing was humanly possible. Finally, the spasms stopped and a few drops of cum dribbled down Honey's fingers. She had given me the best orgasm of my life. "Well Mr. Fireworks, what you lack in control you make up for in intensity. I've never seen someone cum so much. I'm very impressed. Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're still going to have to show me you can do better. You stay here and clean up the mess you've made while I prepare." I was still half dazed and totally spent, but I figured I had better do what Honey ordered. I found the box of tissues and started using them to sop up my semen. I stated with my body and moved to the couch, the floor and even the coffee table. As soon as I thought I was done, I would find another puddle. There was an impressive pile of wet tissues on the table when I was done. I heard running water and commotion in the bathroom, but I was still trying to recuperate from my thundering orgasm. I laid back down on the couch and covered my naked body with a soft afghan that I found. After a little while, Honey reemerged. "Did you do a good job of cleaning up your mess? It looks like the furniture is back to normal, what about yourself?" She lifted up the blanket and looked at my naked body. "A bit sticky perhaps, but I guess you'll survive. My, I'll bet you're not too anxious to show that thing off in the locker room." My secret was finally out. "That's not exactly a boy's equipment, but it's hardly something you'd brag about. I'll bet you're embarrassed to show it to a girl before it's hard." "Yes, I guess so, but mom helped me in that department too. She told me size doesn't matter all that much, especially when it's soft. She said lots of guys, including big strong athletes have smaller penises than mine. Naturally, I'd rather it was bigger, but what guy doesn't. It's simply not something that makes me fundamentally insecure." "Well, I'm more worried about your inability to control yourself than the size of your penis. Come with me and I'm going to give you one more chance to prove to me you have at least some command over your body." Honey led me into her bathroom where there were towels and two pillows spread out on the floor. At first I was confused but then I noticed an enema bag hanging from a towel rack. I starred at it with disbelief. "Don't be so surprised Mr. I Can't Keep Myself From Cumming. Clearly, you need more practice holding your semen, and I'm also very concerned about what I detected in your rectum. Now lay down here so I can get you prepared." I was mortified at the idea of Honey giving me an enema, but it was clear that resistance was impossible. I did as she commanded. "Now this bag contains about a quart of warm soapy water. That's the right amount for a grown man. It will help clean out the debris in your rectum. In order to demonstrate to me that you can manage your bodily functions, it will be necessary for you to hold both your water and your semen for at least five minutes. That much time is necessary for the solution to work. After the waiting period, you may expel the solution whenever you want, BUT you will also be required to ejaculate at the same time." Holy shit. I had just cum a gallon not five minutes earlier. I didn't know if I could do it again so soon. "Don't look so worried Mr. Little Dick. I want you to succeed and I'm here to help you. I've provided some nice warm soap and water in case you want to use it to help stimulate yourself. Also, I'll be administering your enema and cleaning you up a bit, but I won't touch your penis unless you ask me too -- and I won't dictate how or when you touch yourself. I'll be acting as your coach and I'm giving you all the control I can. All you need to do is hold your water until you think you can ejaculate and release both your water and your semen at the same time. I really think I'm being more than fair here. Now let's get started." I obediently laid down on the towels with my head on one of the pillows. "Good, now let's put this pillow under your butt so that I have the access I need. Bend your knees and spread your legs." My penis was still soft, and I was starting to get worried. "Don't look so concerned, I'm sure we can bring this little guy back to life. Now just relax and I will insert the nozzle." I watched as Honey spread some Vaseline on the black plastic probe. She placed it in the dead center of my anus and firmly applied pressure. "Now I'm just going to hold it here like this until you can relax. Just do it when you can." I focused all my energy on releasing the tension in my sphincter muscles. Mercifully, after just a few seconds I felt the probe slip inside. It actually felt very nice, and I detected a slight response in my penis. "That's a good boy! Now I'm going to begin allowing the solution to flow into your body. We need to go slowly so there won't be any cramping. Just relax and take your water like a man." The warm water felt wonderful as it began filling me. I wondered how long it would take to empty the bag. "Now while I'm administering your enema, I'm going to wash off the semen you missed with the tissues." Honey proceeded to wipe my chest and stomach with a damp soapy washcloth. It felt great as she washed my nipples and lower abdomen. "That's the worst of it Mr. Squirt All Over. Now I'm just going to clean up the mess remaining in your pubic hair." My penis was definitely starting to get hard again and the thought of Honey scrubbing my pubes enhanced my arousal. Besides, the solution entering my body was creating a much more intense feeling. "That's better. Now I need to give some attention to your testicles." Honey abandoned the washcloth and applied warm soap and water to her hands. I felt her using them to gently bathe my soft scrotum. "I want to make sure you're nice and clean all over. Besides, I'll bet that feels nice doesn't it?" Honey was right. The erection I worried about producing was now standing at full attention. "How much more do we have to go? I feel like I'm about ready to burst." "We're almost done, Hun, just try to relax." Honey continued to wash my balls with one hand while she began to move the nozzle in and out of my asshole with the other. "Does that feel nice? Don't forget, you can touch yourself when ever you want, but don't make yourself cum too soon." I was squeezing the nozzle as tightly as I could because I thought the solution was trying to leak out. There was so much of it! At the same time, I desperately wanted to stroke myself, but I was worried about doing it prematurely. "That's it." Honey removed the nozzle from my ass. "Now just five minutes and you can show me your stuff." The "Me Date" Ch. 02 "Look how big your penis is. I'll bet you'd love to ram it into my pussy! Would you like to see my pussy?" With that, Honey ripped off her panties. I could tell she was turned on by what she was doing to me. She positioned her naked body so I could see her vagina and separated her glistening labia. "Do you like it?" She was beautiful. How I had longed to see her sex! Her inner and outer lips were separated from one another which created a spectacular display surrounding the length of her slit. Her clitoris was erect and poking out of its little house. It was beet red and reminded me of a miniature erection. "It's more gorgeous than I could ever imagine." My penis was aching for attention but there was still over three minutes to go. Did I dare touch it? "Would you like me to touch it?" Honey then began rubbing the middle finger of her right hand up and down her opening as her left hand continued to separate her labia. Her nipples were poking out again and her breathing was heavy. Then the same long finger disappeared deep inside and began to move in and out slowly. Finally, Honey removed the finger and inhaled its sweet fragrance. "Would you like to smell me?" Her finger under my nose effectively transferred control of my body to my dick. I didn't care how much time was left. I needed to give myself some relief. I dipped my hand in the soapy water and started rubbing up and down on my shaft. "Careful Mr. Out of Control. I don't what you to flunk the test." Honey really was on my side. I desperately tried to slow down but the vision of her finger sliding in and out of her vagina and the sent of her sweet nectar was all I could think about. That wonderful feeling was beginning to arise in my body. "Still one minute, you better slow down!" "I can't, your pussy is too beautiful!" I kept rubbing myself as the feeling got stronger. "Stop!" I commanded myself. Honey was still playing with her pussy but I managed to stop my stroking for a few seconds and contemplated my erection throbbing before us. "Your penis is beautiful!" Honey almost yelled. That was it, I started rubbing myself again with my soapy hands. It was going to be close. The feeling was starting to spread from my extremities, just like it had done the last time. My heart was pounding. I felt weak and trembling. Rinnnnnnnnnnng! The timer went off. I ran to the toilet and relaxed my sphincter as I continued to stroke myself madly. The water felt wonderful as it rushed from my body just as I squirted three long streams of almost clear watery semen onto the floor in front of me. They almost hit Honey who was writhing in an incredible orgasm of her own. I had done it! I had passed the test! A few minutes later, when we had regained a small measure of composure Honey looked at me from her sweat-covered body and said, "Congratulations Mr. Submissive. You've passed the test. Next week, I think we should have a You Date at your place. You might want to know I've got a submissive side too, and I'll be waiting for my homework assignment!" Honey's words were music to my ears. I was finally going to burry myself in that white hot pussy of hers. But first, it was going to be a very long week.