I remember walking home from ***** one day with a friend of mine, we would often take a short cut through a field area on the way home mainly so we could kick a football around. A part of this area backed onto layby next to a busy road, this was separated from the layby by a row of trees. My friend ran to get the ball which had gone into the trees, I saw he was staring at something in the grass under the trees, he was laughing and beckoned me over. There laying in the grass was a used condom, or a rubber johnnie as they were know then, a few feet away was the wrapper lying next to a women’s pair of knickers. My friend was laughing but then started kicking the football again and walked on, I on the other hand was really turned on and instantly had a hard on that was trying break out of my grey ***** trousers, I did my best to conceal this and I tried to act very nonchalant like my friend and walked on. It was about a ten minute walk from my house so after dinner I made an excuse to my parents about going out and went back to look again.

I looked around to make sure there nobody about, the condom, the first time I had seem one in the flesh, seemed slimy and slippery and teat at the end was full creamy cum. I imagined only about a day or so before where it had been, pumping in and out of a tight women’s pussy until the stimulation got too much and the wearer exploded and filled it up with cum. I was a virgin and would have given anything to be the wearer when that had happened. I picked up the knickers, they had a strain on the front, pussy juice I guessed. I was so excited I had to run home, shut myself in the bathroom and wank off. Since that day I have found used condoms a real turn on and the sight of one always sets off my imagination.

There is now a feeling of intense anticipation as you release still further small amounts of air until the receiver starts to finally move, slowly up and down still tightly griping you penis encased in the rubber liner. The feelings and sensations as it grips and rides up and down the penis is nothing short of pure bliss. Just a slight adjustment to the air within the machine again changes the length of stroke, and if not careful can leave you reeling and fighting to control your orgasm as the Venus centres its movement on the extremely sensitive frenulum area below the head of the penis.

Turning the speed control down slightly reduces the frequency of the exquisite rubbing and stroking and enables you get in control again, laying back you vow not to touch the controls again and just lay there and let the Venus do its work. The receiver continues to relentlessly slide up and down, the slippery liner gripping every contour of your penis, what seemed manageable sensations some minutes ago seem to be growing in intensity yet you have not touched the controls.

You are now experiencing the most wonderful sensations that you have ever felt in your penis, a feeling that even exceeds the physical pleasures of vaginal or even anal intercourse, you may cry out in ecstasy as the intensity of the sensations emanating from your penis continue to increase The thrills start to slowly build and the feelings in your penis start to get very acute and you involuntary start to move your hips, thrusting and pushing up to meet each of the Venus's downward strokes, as you would thrust into a partner, you begin to realise you cannot fight it any longer, orgasm is only seconds away, you just have to give in to the pleasure, you are no longer in control of your body - then it happens, you feel your penis get even harder and start to a throb, the lubricated liner seems to become a even snugger fit if that's possible . . . your hips start to buck up and down and you cry out in pleasure as you loose control and pump spurt after spurt of sperm into the sucking latex liner. That of course does not do the Venus justice, you need to feel it, but I hope it gives just a little more insight as to about this machine.

Some years ago I was surfing the net when I cam across an American website selling a male masturbation machine. I was totally fascinated. I have a high sex drive and over the years when I have not been in a relationship have tried many so called “toys” to enhance masturbation and simulate real sex. As I read through the whole website my interest grew the more I read, this was no toy and was advertised as the ultimate male masturbation machine and if the testimonials were to be believed it was true.

It worked off mains electricity and resembled a piece of medical equipment rather than a sex toy. The machine was called a Venus 2000 machine. To briefly describe the machine; it consisted of a air pump to which is attached by a thin rubber tube a clear plastic cylinder (called a receiver). Stretched through the middle of this is a latex sheath, on the end on the cylinder is an end cap with a air valve. When switched on the pump pumps air in and out of the outer area between the sheath and the inner of the cylinder. When the penis is inserted into the lubricated sheath and the pump switched on the cylinder and sheath grips the enclosed penis and moves up and down providing a intense massage, both stroke length and speed are infinitely adjustable. As I continued to look at the website I found the price, this was a shock to say the least. It was ridiculously expensive and at that point I dismissed any thoughts I had had about buying one of these machines.

Despite this some days afterwards I found myself searching the internet for more information about this machine. I even found some email addresses of guys who had bought them, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to write and ask them about this device. The responses I received amazed me; they all thought it did all the makers claimed and more, together with the ability to give some incredible orgasms.

Over the next few months I did even more research and corresponded with more owners finding out everything I could about it. Finally I decided to buy a machine and I placed my order but still wondering if I was doing the right thing. At the time of buying I was still not in a relationship and did not want to take risks to satisfy my sexual needs and that also influenced my decision. (I am now lucky enough to be in a very happy relationship, but unfortunately this is a long distance relationship).

I think you can divide sex into three parts - one; the emotional experience, two; the experience of intimacy and three, the physical experience. Masturbation in what ever form it takes can only try to simulate the physical experience of sex, and that is exactly what the machine is designed to do. I guess the question that most people ask is how well it does that, the answer to that is in my opinion the physical sensations that the Venus machine is able to give when properly set up and adjusted are considerably more intense than having sex with a partner. This may seem a strange thing to say, but I am referring to just the physical sensations not the whole experience of sex with a loving partner. I have really great sex with my girlfriend but the penile sensations are still more intense with the Venus machine, and the orgasms are of a intensity that I have never experienced before using the Venus. I personally find using the machine pushes the intensity and feelings of physical pleasure far beyond what I have ever known.

To somebody who has not experienced the pleasure of the Venus it is difficult to describe. Applying adequate lubricant to the inside of the rubber liner within the receiver and to your penis you then position the end of the receiver on the tip of your penis. Turn on the power, the receiver will then suck you inside and slide down the length of your penis until it can go no further. The feeling is quite loose and the receiver just slightly throbs but does not move. You then release just a small amount of air using the small air adjustment hose, as you do this you feel the grip of the smooth rubber liner starts to tighten around the whole length of your penis, but as yet still no movement. Just a little more air released and the grip tightens further, you can now clearly see the shape of your penis as the rubber liner clings and moulds its self to the shape of your penis a little like a thick condom.

There was always a bit of banter between me and Karen, she used to tease her brother and me because we were a few years younger and we didn't have a girlfriend but that was it, I never thought of her in any other way. Then one day a packet of Durex fell out her bag, she quickly retrieved them and nothing was said but I suddenly began to see her in a slightly different way and wonder what she was up to with the condoms. I still didn’t really fancy her though, she was a bit chubby and without being unkind not particularly pretty, she was just my best mate’s grotty older sister.

One day I went round and my mate was out and she was the only one in the house, there was the usual banter and then she said “So, do you want to do me then?” I think I made some derogatory comment and said “No way, you must be joking!” The banter continued and then to my total amazement I realised she actually meant it!. I was scared stiff, but strangely my knob was very stiff too, and she could see it. She undid her jeans and stepped out of them and turned round and leaned over the kitchen worktop to show me her big fat white arse.

"So you going do me or not?" she said looking over her shoulder. "Yeah ok, was my rather adolescent response. She then produced a packet of Durex Featherlite from her bag, took one out of the packet and handed it to me. My nonplussed look and failed attempts to open packet told her it would be a lot easier if she did it for me. In no time she had undone my jeans and had them and my underpants around my ankles, and was stretching the Durex over my fireman’s helmet and rolling it down the length of my knob.

After much fumbling around and irate expletives from her I finally got it in her, and pushed it in until my pubes were pressed up against her big pale arse and my whole knob was embedded inside her. She groaned, I am not sure if that was in exasperation or lust and I'm not sure what her experience was but I knew I already loved it. I no longer cared if she was chubby and not that attractive my knob it felt like it was in a tight hot slippery heaven, this was 100 times better than wanking. I started pumping in and out, watching fascinated as my glistening knob appeared and disappeared between those white cheeks, every movement was pure bliss and I couldn’t help moaning with the pleasure. Needless to say I didn't last long before I couldn't help myself and I started spurting and filling up the Durex teat, I'd guess it was a couple minutes at the most but it was the best couple of minutes ever.

My first voyeur experience was back in the late sixties. I had lost the key to the padlock on my bike and had had to walk home from *****, it was only about a 20 minute walk but I was not happy. When I told my dad he was even more unhappy and as the bike was only about 3 months old sent me back to ***** with the spare key to collect it after dinner rather than leave it there over night. By the time I got back to ***** it was getting dusk and about 6.30, luckily the caretaker who lived on site didn’t lock all the gates until 7 o’clock.

I made my way across the playground towards the bike sheds, very relieved to see my bike still there. All around the playground were lights which were now on, making it look a little like a prison excise yard I always thought. As I got nearer the bike shed I could hear muffled voices, I actually slowed my steps and crept nearer, I was also a little nervous because otherwise the place seemed totally deserted. I soon realised the voices were coming from the behind the shed, I decided not to look around the corner but as the bike sheds were in a rather dilapidated state find a hole were the wood had rotted to look through.

While I was looking for a good vantage point I could hear a girls voice saying “Come on, come on put a Johnnie on” then lots of giggling. When I finally found a place to view from I must have been no more than 6 feet away with the overhead light illuminating the scene perfectly. What I saw was one of the boys from a couple of years above me and a rather chubby slightly spotty girl who looked younger, and was still wearing her ***** uniform. By now she was sitting on the wall with her skirt up around her waist and her knickers round her ankles, the boy was standing between her legs with his trousers half way down, I could see his cock now encased in a condom (or Rubber Johnnie as they were called here in the UK in the 60’s and 70’s) as it bobbed about and glistened in the overhead lights.

My heart was beating so fast and loud I was afraid they were going to hear me, added to that at the same time my cock felt it was trying break out of my trousers.

There was lots more giggling from the girl, interspersed by instructions to “Stick it in”, not long after I heard “Oh fuck yes!” from the boy, I then assumed he had found this mark. I could clearly see the glistening condom appearing and disappearing as he started to pump in and out of her. She had her hands on his arse and was encouraging him with “Oh fuck, fuck yes, don’t stop!”, he was responding with groans and moans. I am not sure how long this went on for but I don’t think it could have been more than a few minutes before I saw his arse clench a few times as he let out a muffled “Shit, I’m cumming!” and pumped his seed into the condom inside her.

He pulled the condom off and threw it on the ground as pulled his trousers back up and she her knickers, they soon came out from behind the shed and walked across the playground in the direction of the ***** gate. I hid in the shadows of the bike sheds praying they wouldn’t look around, luckily they didn’t. When they were out of sight I unlocked my bike and raced home, my heart still pounding with excitement. As soon as I got home I went to bathroom, locked the door and wanked to the memories of what I had just seen.