I've been looking for a man who's comfortable in his own naked skin and can have a decent conversation with me.
I guess I could go to one of Sydney's nudists beaches, like Lady Bay, Obelisk or La Perouse. Or join a nudist club.
But I burn too easily. And I'm not good in crowds.
Besides, I like my nudist pleasures in comfort with the promise of a good time. Spending a day wandering about the bushes with a hard-on hoping to meet a friendly man who wants more than quick sex is not my idea of fun.
An open-minded nudist
I was intrigued by Geoffrey's sensual services. I read all those horny articles from his experience with men. Plus all the reviews from other men who'd enjoyed the pleasure of his company.
I quickly realised that his erotic, mansex play sessions were exactly what I was looking for.
He's an open-minded nudist. He sounded friendly and confident. With a great sense of humour. But most important of all, he likes to talk and to listen. An attractive combination.
Trust is very important for me. What came across on his web site made me feel comfortable enough to call him to find out more.
All day together, talking in the nude
We had a lovely, long chat on the phone. I told Geoffrey I wanted to spend a whole day with him in the nude: an extended Mansex play session with 2 extra hours. I was keen to experience his erotic massage and body slide. Naturally, I wanted to touch him too.
But mostly I wanted us to talk and find out about each other's interests and life experiences.
I'm not a morning person. So I asked if I could arrive in the afternoon. He said yes. I already liked how open and relaxed he sounded. It sounded like we were going to get on well together.
So I booked my first nudist session with him for the following week. He emailed me his bank details. I paid him. He sent his address. We were all set.
A friendly, smiling welcome
I knew I'd made a great decision to visit Geoffrey when I booked. It was confirmed when we met at his front door.
His cheerful smile dissolved any lingering traces of nervousness. He was naked, sporting a nice hard-on and he obviously didn't mind me looking at and touching his cock. We talked about the weather, the drive from Sydney. I said he was lucky to live in such a lovely place.
I undressed in his warm and dimly lit massage room. There was so much to look at: the walls covered in mirrors so I could already watch him from any angle. The porn wallpaper.
And the rows of books caught my attention too.
He joked that they were there as insulation. But I knew he'd probably read most of them: I love talking with a man who reads.
He suggested his erotic massage to begin. I asked if instead we could talk together for a while.
Intelligent, lively conversation
We lay together on his spacious bed for the next several hours. It was wonderful to be able to caress or hug each other as we talked about everything under the sun.
We chatted about his paintings, his porn pictures, the sensual music playing softly in the background.
I had intended to find out more about him but I talked about myself a lot instead. He has this easy way about him that invites confidences.
I found myself telling him things I'd never told anyone else. His insightful questions really got me thinking too.
Plenty of arousing material for any voyeur
There was a vintage porn movie playing on his TV. I can't recall what he said it was but it was great to watch. Men fucking without condoms like when we were younger.
That naturally led to us talk about our past sexual exploits. I was intrigued about his career as a male sex worker so I asked about his other clients. He was very discreet but he's great at telling stories and, of course, he's had a wealth of experience.
While he was talking, I got him to roll onto his front. I knelt between his legs, parted his cheeks, admiring and fondling his delicious bum.
I gladly paid his price
Later, when I pulled out and lay back beside him, he showed me what he could do with a hard cock in his hands. I didn't know there were so many ways to tease my cock but he found all of them, one after the other.
Every time I felt I was on the edge of coming, he did something different that kept me poised on the edge. Finally, even though I hadn't yet cum, he stopped and we returned to the conversation we'd been having before this delightful interruption.
Only so far and no further
He told me that he'd read a story by Roald Dahl about a fictional technique called "only so far and no further" and he'd been practising ever since.
So, every now and then, we'd be in the middle of an intense discussion about something. My cock would be limp. And he'd start massaging it again to just before my point of no return.
I laughingly complained once that it was an unfair way to win an argument. He asked if he should stop. No bloody way, I told him.
I'm utterly amazed at how he knew precisely when to pause.
Then he'd bring my attention back to our conversation. Who knows how many hours flew by before he finally let me cum.
He had me in such a state of arousal and desire that by the time I felt those familiar sensations churning in my groin, I could barely think straight.
I wanted to cum. I wanted him to see the effect he'd had on me. It was an amazingly intense sensation that seemed to have stripped away all my shyness.
That incredible way he seemed to have melded my mind to my ejaculation, so that everything seemed to be happening in the present moment, kind of what I guess tantric sex is all about. Who knows?
I closed my eyes, lost in the enthralling ecstasy he had created just for me.
Mutual admiration with an intelligent nudist
I left his house with a spring in my step and a happy smile on my face. We'd gone over time but he didn't say anything, so I paid him extra.
I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed so quickly with another man. We had so much to talk about together yet we barely skimmed the surface. I truly enjoyed looking at and touching his body. The combination of being naked and talking together made my time with him extraordinarily satisfying.
It wasn't only his slow and easy playful style. Or his incredible massage. Or the affectionate way we played together. Or even how easy he was to talk with.
It was all those things. Plus the unrestrained freedom to relax and simply be myself.
Am I going to visit him again?
Absolutely. I can't wait to spend another day with Geoffrey.
He's lent me a book he thinks I'll enjoy. So I'll have to return that. Even without that flimsy excuse, I'll be going back for sure.
Next time I'm going to turn the tables on him. Armed with his penis manual, I'm going to show him he's not the only master at keeping a man on the edge of cumming.
Or at least I'm going to try.
You know the male body so well. My whole body is singing and tingling. You were absolutely made to do this kind of work. Amazing. Not only are you really good at sex but you clearly enjoy yourself too and that makes the experience even better.
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