Sounding Off

This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental.

All characters are over 18 and are into a mixed bag of filth and fetishes, including sounding, pee play, sexy spit play and electrical stimulation; hence I believe that it belongs in the Fetish category. However, please be warned, this story also contains descriptions of intimate bisexual male contact, so if any of these activities offend you, then may I strongly suggest skipping this story entirely and finding one more to your liking. Otherwise, I do hope you enjoy!

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The spring of 2005 found me at age 43, divorced with no children, and living in Windsor Hills, just north of Petersburg, Virginia. Both my ex and I were professionals, and separated amicably, without being saddled with the debt from lawyers fees and such. Hence, neither of us ended up destitute at the expense of others in the process.

I suppose the day our marriage started going down hill, was the day my wife caught me watching porn on my computer. It just happened to be a 'gay' porn video at the time, and not a very good one at that, as I recall.

Long story short, she never thought I was 'into her' any more, even though I really was. I have never been sexually attracted to men, but I am intensely attracted to cocks, especially those of the uncircumcised variety. Watching someone pleasuring a penis, woman or man, with their hands, mouths, or orifice of choice, really sends me.

I wanted to start dating again - after all, I do enjoy getting fucked once in a while - but a different 'itch' kind of took over my fantasy life. I wanted to try my hand at being the one actually doing the pleasuring, to explore having sex with another man. Yet I had no idea where or how to start that kind of journey.

Thankfully, there was (and still is) the internet; where not only can you witness a myriad of ways to deliver the full spectrum of pleasure and pain, but also to connect to like-minded individuals who share our varied sordid interests.

In the former category, I found two particular activities arousing. One was pee play - an ex-girlfriend from college and I were into that for a while - and the other, strangely, was urethral sounding.

I say strangely, because until that point in time, the thought of anything going down that hole was positively frightening. I would have died before letting anyone catheterize me; the mere thought of it gave me nightmares.

But, there on the computer screen, were videos of men who enjoyed this pastime, and who were actually getting off on it, ejecting the object of their desire like a rocket propelled by the pulsing stream of their climax.

How might I even begin to take that journey of discovery? Even with no medical background, I pondered all of the things that might go wrong, not the least of which is a painful UTI, and the resulting embarrassment of having to seek out medical help. And, God forbid, what if something actually got lost down there!

Then, I thought of something. What if I could find someone I could 'apprentice' with? Someone experienced in the art to teach me the ropes.

I finally relented to my curiosity and joined a fetish-themed website, listing my kinks as bi-curious, golden showers, and sounding, hoping to find someone just like me out there in the sea of perverted humanity.

Surprisingly, I did get a lot of hits, and after a week of sorting through each, I found someone with exactly the same kinks plus a couple more, and who lived in Richmond, less than an hour away!

Ben was five years my senior, and a registered nurse. He was also in a relationship - married with children - but had the support of his wife to find a 'buddy' to further explore his bi-curiosity. The stipulation was that his wife must be present at our get-togethers and would be a willing participant in our activities.

They were both into e-stim as well, another peculiar activity I witnessed while browsing porn sites, and he told me that he would love to include me in their play-time.

We exchanged face pictures, and both met with our mutual thumbs up. Our first meeting would be the following Saturday - they were empty-nesters so thus they assured me that we would not be disturbed.

I abstained from my usual method of self-abuse, wanting to build up my reservoir, as recommended by Ben. But it took all of the self-discipline I could muster.

Ben had also suggested that I should shave my cock and balls before coming, something I had already acquired the habit of doing. I always left some hair above my penis though, which I trimmed even shorter for the occasion.

When the day arrived, I made my way according to the directions provided, and as instructed, I packed an overnight bag, and picked up a six-pack of my favourite brew along the way. Needless to say, I was nervous and excited at the same time.

Ben and his wife Laura lived in the suburbs, a welcoming front-to-back split level home, in a very nice neighbourhood Maltepe Escort with well treed and oversized lots. It was a more affluent time for us all, looking back on it now with the benefit of hindsight.

As I pulled up into their driveway at precisely 10:02 AM, the garage door opened, and Ben greeted me with enthusiasm. He was about an inch taller than I, and probably ten pounds heavier; though both of us were in good shape. A large bag of baseball equipment laid on the floor along the sidewall - he mentioned that he played in a senior pick-up league and was their team's player-coach.

I grabbed my gear and followed him into the house, where I met Laura, a slim and very pretty woman, with long, dark and naturally greying hair tied back in a pony-tail. They were both very easy-going and reminded me of old hippies, even though Ben's hair was cut short.

After the usual small-talk, they showed me to their spare bedroom. I placed my bag on the queen-size bed and then they took me on the grand tour of their home. The bedrooms were on the upper level with a large 4-piece bath, and the kitchen and living areas were on the main level. There was African-themed artwork all over, that seemed to have a spiritually calming effect on me, and enhanced the ambience of their abode. They had obviously travelled widely and talked about where they acquired each piece, and the history behind it.

Ben then said, "Time to show you our play room," and led me down the stairs to the lower level. I will always remember my first impressions.

There was a massage table, two recliner chairs, and a table between with what at first looked like a funky stereo system, with two sets of long wires coming out of it. At the end of the room was a large stainless steel counter top and sink, and cupboards above and below, in a style that looked reminiscent of a medical examination room. The shades were drawn and the lighting was warm and inviting, and soft trip-hop music played in the background, just barely audible.

Ben explained that the device sitting on the table was not a stereo, but actually a high-end electro-stimulation unit. On the front were controls, rotary knobs, dials and what looked like oscilloscopes. Initially I couldn't begin to comprehend their true nature, but with Ben's more-than-capable power of language and expression, it gradually started sinking in.

He then proudly showed me around the counter, and the contents of the cupboards, presumably sourced at some medical supply store.

"There is everything here you need to play with sounds safely, including an autoclave for sterilization," he said, pointing to a cubicle box about 18" wide and 8" deep sitting on the counter.

He opened a leather case and showed me a set of 8 stainless steel sounds. Each one was about twelve inches in length, and the last inch or so at the ends were curved in opposite directions.

"They're Pratt sounds, and range in thickness from 13 to 43 French units. This is the one I use - it's French size 29/31."

I was gobsmacked at the size of the biggest one.

"You mean to tell me there's someone out there that can stick this thing in their dick??"

"Well, maybe there is somewhere. I certainly can't, the 31 is my limit." Ben replied with a chuckle. "I'll cook these five for us - I'll use the biggest one. Since you're a newbie, you can start with the thinest and work your way up."

He took them from the case and placed them in a tray next to the autoclave, just as his wife joined us, smiling widely.

"Showing him the ropes, I see."

"You may have to tie me down with some," I quipped, laughing nervously.

"Laura can do all the handling for us - she normally does it for me. Everything is sterile - the sounds, the lube, the syringes, everything."

The syringes were the type normally used for dispensing liquid medications, and of course there were no needles attached. The tips were about half an inch long, and narrow enough to easily fit inside a urethra.

"Looks like I'm going to have my hands full today, with two of you. This should be fun!" She said, bubbling with excitement. She then turned to me and said, "You're going to love it. It won't hurt a bit, I promise."

"You're especially gonna love it when we do her," Ben said, showing me another case containing shorter sounds.

"I'm going to pass today - I'm going to have my hands full with the two of you. But when I do indulge, I use these."

"They're shorter than mine," Ben added, "because you don't have to go all the way through a cock to stimulate a woman's G-spot. And her bladder is only about this far in," he explained, holding his thumb and forefinger about 3 or 4" apart to demonstrate.

"The 19 French is as big as I can take," Laura explained.

These numbers might make sense to me later, after my initiation into this strange sexual craft, I thought.

"Now, I will show you what we do with this device," Ben said, walking us over to the Kartal Escort mysterious electronic contraption on the table.

He then proceeded to show me his pride and joy, and all of the conductive pads and probes that went along with it. The probes were designed to stimulate anally and vaginally.

"Normally Laura gets me set up, then hooks herself up. We then sit back and enjoy the sensations - both of us have had some pretty intense sessions down here."

"I won't be stimming today either," Laura said. "I'll be here helping you guys instead. Maybe another day, Ben can show you how he fucks my little piss hole."

Ben turned to me: "You will not only learn how to sound yourself, you can learn how to sound your woman."

"Well, if another woman will have me," I deadpanned.

"I think there are many woman who would gladly have you, Philip," Laura replied, massaging my ego.

"That is very kind of you to say."

"I'm really into stimming my prostate these days. It's a fucking major buzz," Ben said, and went on, explaining the method to his madness.

"I hook one lead onto this anal probe, and the other onto the end of the sound once it's inserted. That passes the current directly through my prostate. Even my balls get a great buzz if I turn it up high enough. I've actually cum just from that."

I looked at Laura and said, "I'll have what he's having!"

"OK, first things first. Let's go over it so you understand the process, then we can get the ball rolling," he said, leading me back upstairs to the kitchen. Laura stayed behind, presumably to get things ready for our session.

"First off, you have to be well hydrated - always sound on a full bladder." He got two large pitchers from the fridge, one that had lemon and cucumber slices floating in it, and another had what looked like orange juice; and filled two large tumblers with the lemon-water.

"We drink one or two glasses of this, then chase it with a big glass of that one before beginning. It's a blend of fresh squeezed orange juice and fresh pressed pineapple juice."

"I've read that pineapple juice really improves the flavour of cum," I commented.

"It improves the flavour of everything." He said with a wink. I had a pretty good idea what else he might be referring to.

"Then," he added, while we drank up the water, "we clean ourselves thoroughly with antibacterial soap. We can use the shower downstairs for that. Just remember, once you've stepped out of that shower, do not touch your penis. You can dry everything else, but Laura will dry you down there with a sterile towel, then apply some alcohol."

"I like the sounds of that! No pun intended, of course," I replied, shamelessly laughing at my own joke.

"Laura will insert the anal probe in both of us, and get us seated comfortably and hooked up to the machine. There will be a sterile towel for you to sit on. She will then help with the sounds, and getting them connected; so after that just sit back and relax, and enjoy the sensations."

Laura came up about ten minutes later, and we were already on our second glass. It was only slightly cooled, not cold, and going down better than I expected - the subtle flavour made it that much more appealing than plain water.

"Mmm, mind if I have a glass too?" Laura asked, giving the juice blend a stir before pouring herself a large glass. "We get this at an upscale market downtown. It's expensive, but well worth it, for connoisseurs like us."

Ben and I finished our second tumblers of water and then re-filled them with the juice. You would think that drinking a third glass of anything would be difficult having just drank a quart of water, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. It was absolutely delicious, and we probably could have drank more had there been any left.

The three of us chatted amicably while we drank, until a bit later when a timer went off, and Laura dashed back down the stairs.

"Let's give her ten or fifteen minutes, then we'll join her."

"I really appreciate you guys having me here, and passing along your knowledge. How long have you two been doing this?"

"When the last of our kids left the house for college, we felt we had to do something - get a hobby," he joked, "and something we could both enjoy together. Sex was always good between us, and we did a bit of swinging with another couple, but then decided that was not for us. We got too emotionally involved to be able to just shut that off and fuck. But we were both grateful for the experience.

"When the internet came along it gave us more ideas, and that is ultimately what led to the nasty habits we enjoy today."

"It's great that your wife shares your passion," I observed.

"Oh hell, as much as I was blown away, Laura got all wet and wild-eyed watching that metallic sound slide all the way down my cock. It took a while for her to get her courage up to try it, but eventually she did come around, and we started doing Kurtköy Escort it together. The e-stim came a bit later, when I was looking for a way to stimulate my prostate. Now while I do that, Laura stims her G-spot; sometimes we cum, sometimes we don't. Its enjoyable either way.

"After that we head to the shower, and enjoy some pee fun while we empty our bladders before heading for a romp in the hay."

"I'm a bit nervous about putting something in my dick, I must admit. But at the same time, I'm really excited."

"So while we have a few minutes, tell me a little bit about the other things we talked about in our emails. How did you get interested in pee play?"

"Long story, but it was a college student I dated back in the late 70's - a summer romance that ended when she went back to school. She was slinging beer and I was young, loose and horny. Turns out she loved sailing, and I had a 22' sloop - I was in like flint.

"Anyway one day we were showering and she up and pissed right there, all over me, while the water spray was going. I rubbed her a bit and she almost came. The sex afterwards was great. The next time we showered, I did not piss beforehand, and returned the favour. She knelt down and took it all over her face, and in her mouth. From there, it became a major component of our sex play, and I was hooked for good.

"We'd go sailing and take water, a six-pack of Bud, and a bottle of wine. She could sit opposite me in the cockpit and hit me square in the mouth. And of course being at that young age, I could do the same to her. And after all of that drinking, I actually enjoyed the taste of it; clear, not strong in taste or smell at all, with a hint of sweet-saltiness."

"In your boat?? You pissed in your boat?" Ben asked with a big shit-eating grin.

"The boat was all fibreglass, and the cockpit self-drained out the back of transom. It all washes away with a pail of water and no one is the wiser. Waterproof, and pissproof too.

"We even did it once when we went camping. We laid back in the sand dunes just off the beach out of sight of anyone, and pissed all over ourselves and each other, then dashed into the water to rinse off. Good times . . ."

I could tell that Ben was getting pretty pumped listening to my story. Hell, so was I. It had been such a long dry-spell since those crazy days of my youth.

"That is fucking hot. Do it with anyone else?"

"Nope, I mentioned it once or twice with other women I dated, who I thought were just kinky enough to risk bringing it up to, and got the big "EEWWW" response. But once in a blue moon when I'm alone I lay back in the bathtub with a few cold beers, and just enjoy solo play."

"Maybe you shouldn't have said anything to them beforehand, not give them a chance to even think about it, and just go for it."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," I agreed.

"You had also listed being bi-curious as another kink. Ever done anything with a guy?"

"No, how about you?"

"No, but when we swung with the other couple, our wives teased us about it; after all, they put on quite a show for us. Laura all but begged me to suck Jamie's dick, and I really wanted to, too. But I was afraid to admit it. So was he, probably. We both acted aloof to the idea. No guts."

"Well I just started getting curious after I turned forty. Watching porn, and wondering how it would feel to have a real cock explode in my mouth."

We were both getting pretty pumped with all of this sex-talk, and felt amazingly comfortable stroking ourselves through our clothes in plain sight of each other.

Just then, Laura called out from the basement, "Any time boys."

"Show time!" Ben announced, then got up and downed the last dregs of juice in his glass. I did likewise.

I was starting to feel my bladder getting full, but not uncomfortably so as of yet. We headed down the stairs and there was Laura, wearing a see-through sarong and completely topless, holding towels out for us. It was all I could do not to stare, but she was a stunning sight - hourglass figure, B-cup tits that looked half their age, and just a hint of stretch marks on her legs and belly.

"Off with the clothes and into the shower, boys."

We did as directed, both of us sporting rather handsome erections, and Ben led me into the large bathroom off to the side. The shower was oversized, beautifully tiled, and fit both of us with room to spare.

Other than being completely shaved, his junk looked pretty much identical to mine. We were both circumcised, and I found him quite good looking, for a guy.

After we both were completely wet, he offered to soap me up, and did so quite thoroughly. When the warm water hit my skin, I had the urge to urinate, but I suppressed it with ease.

As he bent down and did my genitals, he described the importance of using anti-bacterial soap and being meticulously clean for the procedure. It was the first time another man touched me, and I watched him get even more aroused as his fingers glided around my balls and up and down my shaft, especially around the glans.

As he worked, I grabbed a handful of soap and offered to return the favour - to which he readily agreed. Now, we were both doing each other, and it felt incredibly bonding.