I decided when I first woke up to drop LSD-25. I tend to do it once a week or ten days, depending on how the day's events and obligations line up. It had been about four days since I'd played with my cock (unusual for me) and I was feeling frisky. I generally use one piece of 200ug blotter paper, but decided this time I would double up on it. I often start with a shower so I'm feeling fresh and happy to be naked. I had just come back from getting my injection from the nurse, so I had shaved and showered before I left for the clinic. When I walked home I was feeling a bit aroused, but I stopped to have a smoke before I came inside. I stripped off my clothes, had a quick dip in the shower, and spent a few minutes fondling myself, teasing my ass with my fingertips, and rinsing. I got out of the shower, dried off, and was just enjoying the open air as the moisture evaporated. I dropped my acid for the day, and wondered if I should surf some online porn, or maybe just lay on my bed and just let my erection happen naturally. I laid on the bed, grooving on the sensation of being relaxed, spread-eagled, and could feel my cock starting to respond to the interesting thoughts I was having.

It had been an interesting experience this morning, talking to the nurse. She started by glancing at the computer screen, told me that today, we'd be doing the injection in my left hip, and I unbuckled my pants, and slid my pants and shorts down so I'd be ready. As I'd hoped, we had a bit longer discussion this morning about the reasons for changing the injection appointments to weekly and what differences I might notice over the coming days. My cock had been completely soft when I first bared myself, but over the next couple of minutes while she prepared the injection, I began to feel a bit different. When I know I've got an appointment with the nurse scheduled, I'll refrain from jerking off and make a point of not letting myself cum so I'll be at my best. Today, this was the fifth day in a row with no orgasms and I'd denied myself the opportunity to look at porn, so as soon as I began to react to being naked with my favorite nurse, my cock was chubbing out and beginning to look perky. I'd dropped my morning Cialis about an hour before when I first got up, doubling the Cialis Daily dose to 10 mg, and it was beginning to kick in. I wondered if today might be the day I accidentally went too far and let myself get hard. The nurse did the shot, took a minute to open a band-aid and ready to staunch any small blood flow. However, there was none today, so she casually said we were done and I could get dressed. I pulled up my underwear, managing the hook it under my balls so my cock and balls were pulled up and out before I finally tucked them away. As I pulled up my pants, I continued carrying on the conversation, but took the opportunity to slide my hands into my shorts and rearrange my cock and balls before I finally tucked my shirt in and zipped up. I left just after that saying I'd see her in a week and getting a big smile back. I'd tucked my cock into the "wrong side" for my normal situation, so it felt bulky and gave me a bit more bulge than normal to walk through the crowded reception lobby, and out through the doors onto the street, downtown. I slowly headed toward home, wondering every time I met somebody on the sidewalk whether they could see my slight hard-on and bulge.

My acid was stating to really come on now, and I enjoyed the extra arousal the drug always brought when I was horny. As I normally did, I felt a momentary regret that I had to enjoy this sex adventure alone. I would love to have done something.....I didn't really care what....to scratch the oral itch I was feeling. I'd have loved to have the chance to eat a nice cunt, which didn't happen often, or suck a cock, which was only slightly more likely to happen. And, I'd have been open to some kind of experience, whether it be doing something or reacting to something. On an impulse, I opened the computer and accessed the spot where I hid my porn stash. For me, porn kind of ran the gamut....Simply looking a pictures of naked girls or guys (I was negotiable - I could get hot either way), watching videos which covered an amazing breadth of material (from simple sex to weird shit.....I loved torture scenes, forcible coercion, relationship stuff that blurred family lines, and all sorts of wild off-the-wall sex that took in almost anything......I didn't want anything to do with shit scenes, which I found disgusting, and I had some reservations about videos that involved brutalization. But my mind is wide open to almost anything, and I sometimes found myself diverting my attention to reading all sort of erotic literature, and surprise, surprise, I'd discovered that I enjoyed writing about erotic things.

I found that quite often, at least in the early hours of an acid trip, I was less inclined to be active, so writing and sometimes reading took a back seat. Today, like many days, I just wanted to open a site where I could look at naked people. Show Your Dick was something I'd joined years ago, just as a way of showing my cock to the world, but I'd discovered that I loved looking at other people's crotches too.. It's fascinating how much difference there can be in how people are put together, almost all of them really interesting and arousing. It's quite a social thing too....Letting people know that you like certain pictures, what they make you wish you could do to them, and sharing masturbating. I make no bones about it - I absolutely love to jerk off, do it several times a day, and love the idea of sharing it. I wish, more than anything, that I could Monday-morning-quarterback so many events that I wish I'd taken advantage of missed opportunities, and said or done things that were horrifying or unthinkable then but that I'd give the world for now. As usual, when I opened SYD, I checked for messages, which I always enjoyed. Then, I looked to see what activities were happening on the Groups I was involved in, and finally, checked my Blog page to see if anybody had posted any replies. (I love it when they do.....It tends to be a bit more open and raunchy than most other places. And, I checked other people's new blogs. I hadn't done anything to encourage myself physically yet, but my cock was really hard. I checked Recent Events, looking at new comments, votes for my photos, and anything else that seemed to want my attention.

I finally started stroking myself, noticing that already, I was streaming heavy precum. I scooped some up, licked my fingers, and smeared what was left over my glans as I began to tease my favorite sensitive spot. It didn't take long....just a few months....and I was beginning to wonder how long it would be before I gave in to the temptation to cream. I love what acid did to my reflexes.......If I did cum, I'd be recovered enough to start working out of the refractory period almost immediately. In this case, I took my fingers, rubbing them through the heavy cum, and tracing my mouth and lips with the sticky treat. It was almost like feeling as if I'd sucked someone off......and oh, did I wish that had happened. I cruised through the pages of my SYD Favorites, loving the pictures of the cocks I was really drawn to. I made it through about three pages of my Favorites before I finally landed on a female favorite, and stopped to admire her gallery. I always seemed to cream on one of her pictures, and ironically, it was the photo of her face that most often made me cum. I always loved her from afar, and cummed, pumping big shots of hot cream as I thought about kissing her and licking everything below her waist.

I took a break from the computer and decided to lay down for a few minutes. I thought about it briefly, decided I didn't have anything important happening until Thursday morning, so I still had well over 24 hours that I could be incommunicado with the rest of the world. I cut myself an extra strip of blotter acid, slipped it under my tongue and laid on the bed. I wanted to cum, but didn't feel any urgency about it.....I was going to be in the zone for at least another twelve hours. I laid back on the bed, fantasizing about what it would have been like to have felt like this when I was young. Back then, I would have had strong apprehension about the idea of my sister knowing I masturbated. Now, the idea of showing her my cock and jerking myself to an orgasm in front of her was really appealing. I still wanted to, even now after all these years. Whether she chose to participate or just watch, it tickled my fancy to think about having her watch me bring myself off. I closed my eyes and began to stroke my cock, imagining that she was watching. It would only be a few minutes before I reached a point of being ready to cum. I really wanted to have her watch me cream, and then to eat my cum while she watched. My mind drifted back to the computer. I have a photo I found online that I love......It's a cunt, very juicy and open looking that shows a girl's inner parts.....Very long, large lips framing the whole thing. I like to imagine that's how my sister's cunt would look like. I wish I could show it on my page or in my blog, but I try to respect that I don't own the image and don't want to be accused of plagiarism. But if anybody wants to see it privately, I'll send it to you so you can see what my thought of a perfect cunt looks like. I stroked my cock looking at that perfect cunt and when it finally felt like the right time, I let myself cream, pumping a big, hot load, with about nine ropes of spunk that spread all over my belly. I used my hand, and smeared that cum all over my face.

I allowed myself to fantasize. There are things that I'd never do in real life because they could have serious impacts on life, but in my mind, my private thoughts opened the door to forbidden fantasies. My youngest daughter had always been in my thoughts, but completely out of the question. I remembered when she was very young, and I'd go into the bathroom and watch my wife giving her a bath. Back then, it was fun for my daughter to have Daddy join her in the bathtub, so I'd strip down, climb in, and play with my daughter for an extended period of time. I always had an extreme hard-on, and there's no doubt that my wife realized where my head was at, but it was never talked about. As she got a little older, I would be careless climbing in and out of bed naked and never tried to hide my cock from her. As she got older, she'd play with me in the living room, climbing over me and more than a few times, I could feel her hands groping me. I began to realize that it was more than just accidental touches and she was trying to find opportunities to touch my cock. I never reacted to it, although it certainly affected me, and I got hard, never trying to hide the lump in my pants. When I was alone, just me with my private thoughts, I'd jerk off and virtually always would cum thinking about licking my little girl's cunt. I never got to a point where those fantasies got old or less appealing. When she was about ten or eleven, she started asking me if she could see it. I never gave in to the urge, but I never stopped wanting to show it to her. I eventually engineered a situation where we were alone in the house when she was about thirteen, and I managed to jerk off and let her catch me. It never was acknowledged, but I loved having my little girl's fantasy about her daddy's cock fulfilled. It seemed to be a good thing, so I made it possible for her to hide and watch more, if she wanted. It was pretty obvious that she wanted. As she grew up, she showed up at my place one night with slices of pizza, a bag of vodka coolers for her, and a bottle of Southern Comfort. She made several veiled suggestions about wanting see "Daddy's hammer" and told me that she'd asked her mother and that my ex-wife had shared with her that I had a big cock that I knew how to use. I really think she wanted me to fuck her, and I regretfully didn't react to it. It got late and she didn't want to drive after drinking, so I gave her my waterbed to sleep in, and I slept on the couch. She asked about pajamas, and I gave her a t-shirt and sweats. As soon as I could hear that she'd gone to bed, I stripped off my clothes, laid back on the living room couch and noisily jerked myself off, knowing that she could hear it. I didn't fuck her that night, but took a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that she and I shared nighttime masturbation and she saw the results of multiple climaxes. So, yeah, I really wanted to fuck my little girl but it never happened.

The next day, thinking about my little girl and indulging my incestuous perversions got me to that point that I creamed, not once, but twice. Right after I creamed the first time, I jerked off again using my cum from the first orgasm as lube. It was wonderful. As a way of remembering what happened, she left me her underwear, I'm pretty sure deliberately, I still find that I love holding her slimy, crusted panties to my nose and cumming. I realized the next day that she'd stolen my underwear that I'd cum into at least several times and probably dripped pee into a bit. I loved knowing that she loved the smell of me as much as I did her and wanted to have that scent to inhale whenever I jerked off. I found myself stroking my cock as I remembered things, and wished she could be there so I could suck her cunt. The thought was enough to bring me off again, and I relaxed, thinking how much I'd have liked to have somebody catch me, licking the crusty gusset of my daughter's panties and dreaming about the idea of licking both of my grand-daughter's cunts. I didn't really expect it to happen, but confess I'd had a dream about my pretty blonde 30 year old grand-daughters cunt and how tangy it tasted. Fantasies, and nothing I had any plans to make happen. It was the best , very personal, pornography, and it was just in my imagination and I never shared the idea with anybody.....It was just a good way to get aroused enough to cream just from mental movies.

I decided to get up and slide outside in the dark to have a smoke. I loved the idea of wearing just a t-shirt and a really thin pair of lounge pants with no underwear outside to have a cigarette, and fantasized about having another female neighbor bringing her service dog outside to pee and catching me with a big hardon poking out. Not sure what would have happened it, but more than once, I'd imagined that if something ever did happen with this girl (who I'm pretty sure is a virgin) it would likely have been memorable. This girl, who's a lovely person but quite disabled, probably wouldn't have been very good with her hands, but I'd love to see what she could do kissing my cock.

I think that fantasy was still in my mind as I got ready to go......Black shirt and black, very thin lounge pants. They were so thin I'd be surprised if you could tell how many wrinkles were in my cock. I stopped to put on a tight cock band around the base of my testicles that made them stand out, and another band around the base of my cock. I stopped to look at a picture of some porn that would start to get my cock aroused, and then I locked the door behind me and wandered outside. There was always a risk that somebody might be out late having a smoke if they couldn't sleep. I was counting on it not being the male building manager or another male tenant. We smoke across the street from the building in an area without much lighting, and tonight there was a large van parked there that effectively hid me from the window view of other tenants. I lit a cigarette and reached down to caress my cock through the lounge pants. I knew if somebody came along, there was a real risk of being noticed, but I think the risk was part of the appeal. With my cock and balls bound up with cock bands, they stood out prominently, and I allowed myself to grow larger. I heard a noise from across the street, and realized another tenant who was a smoker was coming across to have a last cigarette. She's a fiftyish lady, short, and very curvaceous in a sexy slightly overweight sort of way, and pretty in a strange goofy smile sort of way with long blonde hair. I've always avoided getting too involved because she's Czechoslovakian and speaks very strongly accented English that's difficult to understand. But, this was late night, and I was high and horny, and getting off on the idea that this lady could obviously see my obvious arousal. We talked and she smoked a couple of cigarettes. I was beginning to wonder how I could make a discreet departure without it being really obvious I had a major hard-on that was right out front. In the end, she finally said goodnight and went in, leaving me with a real high sense of arousal. I would like to have fucked this lady and if I hadn't been quite so high on acid, I might have looked at the possibility. Regretfully, I watched head inside, admiring her plump shapely ass and heavy mane of blonde hair behind, thinking that I really would like to have eaten her cunt. Eventually, I headed inside myself, risking exposure in the hallway and elevator, and finally closing the door of my apartment where I could take off my clothes again.

I laid back down and wish again that I had a pair of used panties to hold to my nose to inhale while I jerked off. I remembered when I was young what it was like the first time I decided to sneak a pair of my mother's used panties to use when I whacked off. I remember hold them to my face, smelling that heavenly scent, and holding the gusset to my mouth and licking the slightly crusty spot where my mom's cunt had been. It made me cum almost instantly, but I was so excited that I started to masturbate again almost immediately. I jerked off with them three times before I reluctantly put them back in her dirty laundry, promising myself that I was going to do it again really soon. I found I loved putting my mouth where her cunt had been, and was particularly thrilled one day when I scooped a pair and discovered they were still creamy when I got them. That day, I shot probably the biggest load I'd ever seen. It didn't take long before I wanted to do the same with my sister's panties too. I think she must have been a horny girl because I found her panties creamy a lot more often than my mom's. I found as time went on, I wanted to try more strange pairs of panties and loved the rare occasions when one of her friends, my female cousins, and even my aunts became available. I remember finding a pair of panties one day that had obviously been pissed in, and that was a special thrill. After that, I used to fantasize what it would be like to have a girl sit on my face and piss right in my mouth. The appeal in putting my mouth where a strange cunt had been never wore off. I've always loved it.

Right now, what I want as much as anything is to just let go .....It would be wonderful to just be able to jerk off and have the world watch. I haven't done it right out in public, but I've experimented with the thought a few times at night. I arranged for a roommate's girlfriend that was overnighting to catch me jerking off and creaming, one night. I masturbated in my room with the door open and the lights on so I could be watched doing a bunch of things I like one night , by a bunch of younger girls that were friends of my room-mate's. And I stood outside one night, in the shadows and wondered who might be watching as I stroked my cock. I'd love to go to a nude beach where I could find a spot a bit off the beaten track and get naked and jerk off in the daylight knowing I might be watched. I don't want to do anything that might be construed as really anti-social and illegal, but within limits, I can see the appeal in having somebody who liked the idea watch me jerking off in a car, or even jerking off in a public setting like a urinal where nobody's going to be offended. I definitely like the idea of going to a swimming pool or gymnasium where it's expected that guys are going to get naked and it's natural to be in a locker room setting where I could show myself off without any concern.

Going into a medical situation where nudity was a possibility used to really unnerve me, but now it seems just fine. I probably still will be very aware of women I don't know seeing me naked, but it's not so much a problem as just a question of getting used to it. I love showing my cock to the nurse when I go for my injections. There was a time when I only ever became accustomed to having my wife or live-in girlfriend seeing me without clothes, but I'm at a stage where I feel downright comfortable being naked with my nurse now. It was something I had to consciously overcome - the embarrassment or shame of being caught naked by strangers, but I realized when I first starting doing doctor-injected testosterone injections twelve years ago, that I was going to be dropping my drawers for a lot of people.....It only made sense to push myself to do it and change my attitude toward baring all. It became easier quicker because I had several female doctors, and a few nurses, that I dropped my pants for and I encouraged myself to try to look at it as an erotic thing.....so basically sex. When I started making an effort to normalize the idea, I started to become aware of the reactions of the people I got naked for. There was the diffident, neutral behavior of my first female doctor who was gay. It was surprisingly comfortable with her.....Her two locums, both very different but undeniably something special, I got used to over time, and over time, I felt like one in particular seemed to react well to the injection scenario. I know medical people are accustomed to nudity and intimacy, and it's undoubtedly a bigger deal for the patient than it is for them.......But, people are people. There are always going to be favorite people in any profession - whether their patients, clients, or customers. I choose to see it when I meet people, and without making it a big deal, I can feel flattered and a sense of being closer to some people. I've never been to see a gay male doctor. I'm certainly curious about it, and it's difficult to imagine what might be the same or different. A male friend of mine years ago had a gay doctor, but I never got the impression that it was a big deal.

I must have drifted off....I was lying naked, spread-eagled on my bed. I'm rambling, which I guess I can blame this time on the LSD-25. I don't feel at all fried in the druggie-sense, but I feel relaxed, fairly aroused, and mentally very introspective. When I woke up, probably about 45 minutes later, I came alive fairly quickly, with one of the best hard-ons I've had in years, but needing to pee. I knew by the time I'd relaxed enough to be able to pee adequately, the hard-on would be history. I got up and sat at the computer, searching for some porn. I never knew what was going to appeal...It might be something pretty tame, just watching somebody jerk off, or as bent as you can imagine. More than once, I've looked at and decided against certain activities because they involved modification or injury that I might regret later but couldn't easily undo. I always wanted to have a fairly public jewellery installation on my cock and done by a pretty girl. I find the thought of the twisted nature of the installation process by a pretty girl is intriguing....and, I've seen numerous pictures of guys with huge Prince Albert rings through their glans, and I always suspected that it would feel wild with that much heavy weight suspended by your glans. I'd love to have it done, and I'd like to experience what it felt like, but I know that's a tough thing to deal with if a person decides it's not forever. I also like some types of pain.....A cock shaft skewered by a big long needle going fully in and fully out. The thought of sewing needles, or hypodermics in the glans has an inexplicable attraction. Sounding.....Jamming things down the urethra seems interesting. Bunch of stuff. Other types of weird stuff - Unlikely companions masturbating together, people being groped in really personal ways on the bus, couples engaging in her doing the gloryhouse thing while he watches, or cuckolding....in either direction. I don't much like true violence, but the frantic reaction of somebody jerked off post-orgasm to the point of madness is fascinating, and any sort of couples-that-should-never-happen getting intimate in situations we dream about.

I could tell that I was getting close to wanting to cum again. This would only be my fourth or fifth orgasm over about ten and a half hours, nothing extraordinary on LSD-25, and I probably had at least three or four full-fledged orgasm with cum left in me, and I was fairly sure I could go on indefinitely having very enjoyable dry heaves every hour or so, at least until I got sore. I found myself thinking that it really was time for a smoke. I had had three of four drags of a cigarettes, and perhaps half a dozen pulls on a rocket - I don't get stoned from smoking 42-friendly, but it occasionally helps with arthritic pain. But that was hours ago, and I decided to get dressed and go do it again. I'll just wear my thin black lounge pants without underwear and a black t-shirt and jacket so I'll blend into the night. Getting back inside afterwards is pretty low-key....I'm pretty quiet coming in so I doubt anyone was aware. I'm going to strip down again and surf the computer to see what I find.

I put some rubber cock rings on....First around the base of my scrotum to make my sack stand out and prominent, and then around my cock and balls together, to make my whole package stick further out. Then, I put three bands around the base of my cock to hold my cock out and spent some time looking at cunt pictures to make myself excited. When I slipped those thin black lounge [ants on, it was blatantly obvious just how horny I was. i pulled the front down and jerked myself for a couple of minutes until I could feel the precum getting my head wet. Then, I wandered back outside, feeling nervous but adventurous about the prospect of being caught in the hallways of the apartment building, not knowing who might come along unexpectedly. When I got outside and was standing in the dark, I wasn't quite confident enough to do something bold like pull my pants waisrband down and hook it under my balls, but I put my hand in my pocket and fondled myself with one hand while I smoked a cigarette. By the time I was done and ready to go inside again, I was completely erect. I made my way back to my apartment and as soon as I was inside again, I stripped off all my clothes. I removed all the cock rings and before I laid down again, I swallowed another hit of blotter acid, just to freshen things up. I laid back down on the bed, and used my normally "wrong" hand to fondle my cock, knowing that using the left hand instead of my right, it would be easier to imagine how it would feel for someone else to be doing it.

I handled my cock gently, touching it with the hand it was less accustomed to. I remembered, with a touch of humor, how I used to do that when I was young and newer to masturbating, when I would fantasize about a young girl who was completely unskilled at jacking me off would do it, clumsy, but marvelous because it was a strange hand. The first time somebody else had jerked me off to the point of orgasm, it was a milestone....The first time completely in someone else's hand. I had had an extreme orgasm, so intense that it was hard to believe, and the bizarre sensation of being stroked long after it was too sensitive. Early on, I used to imagine what it would be like to have my mother do it, long past the point where it was voluntary and to the stage of completely losing control. Although I couldn't imagine how it could happen, I fantasized about being tied so I couldn't resist, and having my mom stroke my cock head to the point of no return, and then, beyond my control, continuing to stroke my cock and coax more cum out of me after it had reached a stage where I was desperate to have it stop. I used to wonder what it would be like to completely lose control and have a hand continuing to stroke my overly sensitive glans long after I 'd have done anything to make it stop. Would I eventually cum again, would it continue to feel good or just be a form of bizarre torture. I used to fantasize about my mom doing it, or in some cases, my sister. I was horrified at the prospect of my younger sister seeing my cock, but the thought made me incredibly aroused, particularly at the idea of her stroking me to the point of shooting my load.

I was starting to feel my latest hit of acid coming on strong. It was really strange, feeling the acid starting at 6:00 AM when I was normally just waking up, but I loved the rush of feeling my cock getting really rigid at the thought of my jerking off. I knew it was something that I probably should just conceal and try to bury the feelings, but I was loving the feeling of jerking off and being seen. I wished, as I had so many times, that I'd been able to find someone either online or in person, who would enjoy watching me stimulate myself. I wanted to cum, and have someone I knew, preferably a girl, but otherwise perhaps a group of women, or a male/female couple who would watch me jerk off. I knew by this stage of my life that I loved being watched. I'm an exhibitionist and in a perfect world, I'd find ways to jerk off, to cum, and to have orgasms, either with other people around or by myself.

I laid back down and relaxed, enjoying the idea that someone, male or female, was liking watching me jerk off and cum. I hoped, as much as anything, that I'd have the opportunity to have intense sex experiences with other people. I was happy at the thought that I'd love to taste my own cum and could get satisfaction from having other people know I wanted to suck myself. It had been years since I'd been able to do it, but knowing that I felt that way about sucking myself made it a lot easier to accept the thought of enjoying sucking someone else. I had learned not openly talk about that....I didn't want the stigma of being gay.....but knew I'd really enjoy sucking another guy's cock. I openly acknowledged to myself that I wanted ti have another guy cream in my mouth. I wasn't so much sure I loved the idea of being face-fucked but the idea of another guy's cock and balls was appealing. I realized I could look forward to sucking someone else's cock and like the idea of them sucking you and I actively looked forward to the thought of getting a mouthful of hot cum.

I was beginning to feel like it might be time for me to relax and fully enjoy the idea of mutually sucking and enjoying another cock. I'd be really happy if, reading this, you found yourself in the position of having your zipper pulled down and someone else's cock in your mouth. I had really wanted to write down the experiences of someone going through an extended acid trip and all the sex aspects of it. This was a great time for me, and I relaxed, knowing that I'd be back to the point again and linking my urge to wank to an arousal and erection that nothing itself would solve except some frank and open jerking off.


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