wolfcamp
Dec 23, 2008, 11:49 PM
This is a little hard to write, but it's something that I have wanted to share on this forum for a while, so here I go. I have discovered recently that my nipples are very sensitive to light stimulation. I get a very pleasurable sensation by flicking my fingertips lightly over my nipples. I barely have to touch myself with my fingers and my nipples immediately perk up to attention. I've searched the Net for stories of guys with similar desires and experiences, but they are rare. Most of the stories are from openly gay guys. It doesn't seem very macho to admit that you like to have your nipples caressed and sucked.
One evening a while back, I leaned back and closed my eyes and stimulated myself to the point that I thought I might have an orgasm. I couldn't quite get there, but the pleasure was intense. It's a very odd feeling for a guy like myself. When stimulating myself with my own fingers, I have a longing that I can't really explain. I have a desire to build the pleasure beyond what I am feeling, to a a climax, an orgasm, as we guys tend to do. I have a desire to thrust my breasts out toward the stimulation that I am feeling But I also have a strange longing that I can't explain, like I want to feel a gentle closeness.
I think the pleasure comes in two parts. First is the feeling coming from my nipples themselves. The stimulation doesn't need to be intense, but just a light rubbing or swirling of my fingertip brings a very focused pleasure. The second part of the feeling comes, I think, from touching the nipple against my fingertip, which I have always felt, and probably am conditioned to feel, on a woman that is, to be very erotic.
I'm not sure what has caused this situation, but I have some ideas. A number of years ago, I met a guy who, I will say, broadened my experience. During our foreplay he paid special attention to my breasts and nipples. At first I thought it was strange, but soon I found myself enjoying it very much. As we first sat together on his couch, his hands moved along my shoulders and then down across my chest. His hands found my breasts and nipples through my shirt, and I soon realized that he was using the same seductive techniques on me that I had used on numerous women. He was soon massaging my breasts. I felt happy to accomodate him, and became very empassioned by his advances. It wasn't long before my shirt was off, and I felt his mouth and tongue sucking on my nipples. I could feel his teeth biting lightly, and the nerve seemed to be tied directly to my cock. Each time he bit down, I could feel a rise in my hardening cock. A few times he bit down hard, and I'm sure I must have yelped, but I was hoping that he wouldn't stop. He brought me to a point where I was ready to give him anything he wanted. For the next few days, my nipples were sore, but the soreness reminded me of the encounter that we had that afternoon.
So, I remember that experience and wish I could feel it again. When I caress my own nipples, I often think of those times with my friend. I also wonder if my desire might stem from something else. I know my body is changing as I grow older. I suppose the ol' testosterone isn't flowing like it used to. Could it be that lack of male hormone is allowing a female side of me to emerge? Am I experiencing something that the ladies feel through out their lives and take for granted? Maybe, and maybe not. Maybe I'm just allowing myself to feel something that has been there all along.
One evening a while back, I leaned back and closed my eyes and stimulated myself to the point that I thought I might have an orgasm. I couldn't quite get there, but the pleasure was intense. It's a very odd feeling for a guy like myself. When stimulating myself with my own fingers, I have a longing that I can't really explain. I have a desire to build the pleasure beyond what I am feeling, to a a climax, an orgasm, as we guys tend to do. I have a desire to thrust my breasts out toward the stimulation that I am feeling But I also have a strange longing that I can't explain, like I want to feel a gentle closeness.
I think the pleasure comes in two parts. First is the feeling coming from my nipples themselves. The stimulation doesn't need to be intense, but just a light rubbing or swirling of my fingertip brings a very focused pleasure. The second part of the feeling comes, I think, from touching the nipple against my fingertip, which I have always felt, and probably am conditioned to feel, on a woman that is, to be very erotic.
I'm not sure what has caused this situation, but I have some ideas. A number of years ago, I met a guy who, I will say, broadened my experience. During our foreplay he paid special attention to my breasts and nipples. At first I thought it was strange, but soon I found myself enjoying it very much. As we first sat together on his couch, his hands moved along my shoulders and then down across my chest. His hands found my breasts and nipples through my shirt, and I soon realized that he was using the same seductive techniques on me that I had used on numerous women. He was soon massaging my breasts. I felt happy to accomodate him, and became very empassioned by his advances. It wasn't long before my shirt was off, and I felt his mouth and tongue sucking on my nipples. I could feel his teeth biting lightly, and the nerve seemed to be tied directly to my cock. Each time he bit down, I could feel a rise in my hardening cock. A few times he bit down hard, and I'm sure I must have yelped, but I was hoping that he wouldn't stop. He brought me to a point where I was ready to give him anything he wanted. For the next few days, my nipples were sore, but the soreness reminded me of the encounter that we had that afternoon.
So, I remember that experience and wish I could feel it again. When I caress my own nipples, I often think of those times with my friend. I also wonder if my desire might stem from something else. I know my body is changing as I grow older. I suppose the ol' testosterone isn't flowing like it used to. Could it be that lack of male hormone is allowing a female side of me to emerge? Am I experiencing something that the ladies feel through out their lives and take for granted? Maybe, and maybe not. Maybe I'm just allowing myself to feel something that has been there all along.