Can someone just write a story about this?
and make it a movie or a blog post or something?
That’s be hilarious awesome and a bit intense. [x]
and make it a movie or a blog post or something?
That’s be hilarious awesome and a bit intense. [x]
I started 7th grade and I met this girl that I fell for. HARD. Her name was A. she made me feel so many feelings! I didn’t know what to do when I was around her. I had the courage to hang out with her but never the courage to really say anything to her. There were so many times that I wanted to ask her out or something, even kiss her. I wouldn’t have been mad if she pushed me to the wall and pressed her lips against mine. Hell, I had dreams about it.
Her beautiful blond hair, her mesmerizing eyes, she’s close to my height (I was 5’11 when I was 12, she was 5’9) and her boobs, they’re just the right size, perky but not grossly huge and who could forget her ass? I know I couldn’t. I still think of it to this day. I always wanted to bite that ass, grabbed it and make it mine. I also loved her personality. She was as optimistic as me but a normal girl and still had doubts and insecurity. She still wanted a strong shoulder to lean on. I wanted to be that strong shoulder.
One day, I went over to my aunt’s house and Larry was at the house doing stuff in the kitchen. I was hanging out with my cousins in the living room next to the kitchen. I didn’t even acknowledge him when I was there. All I could think about was A.
We were all playing a game of Truth or Dare and my youngest cousin Anna (who’s only a year older than me) asked me Truth or Dare.
I said, “Truth”.
She then asked me, “Do you have a crush on A?”
Everyone around the circle leaned in wondering. My eyes got big and I started to stutter. I couldn’t even get the word, “Yes”, out of my mouth. So, Anna took my inability to respond as a yes. She then yelled, “haha, I knew you wanted to date that girl!”
Larry walked into the living room as soon as Anna said that. Watching us play the game. We continued to talk about it. As if we didn’t even notice him standing over us listening in on our conversation.
I told my cousins that I’m really nervous to ask her out or at least tell her how I feel and then Mitchell said, “You’re a (insert last name) we never get nervous!” We all laughed and continued to play the game. I should have noticed one thing at that time. I should have noticed that Larry was getting jealous.
Things were hitting off with me and A. We hung out more. I finally had the courage to talk to her (sadly it was all about stupid TV shows I liked). She would meet up with me at my locker and would walk me to my classes. It was as if we were already dating, just minus the hugging, kissing, and holding hands part.
One day, A and I stayed after school for a little bit together. We were both waiting for our rides. While we were sitting at the stairs, we talked about a lot of things. Friends, family, school, life. After we ran out of what to talk about there was a moment of silence. This moment ended by A saying, “Hey, I have something to tell y-” A was interrupted by a loud honk coming from a Cadillac car. I was confused at who’s ride it was. Mine or A’s? I shrugged my shoulders and turned to A and asked, “You were gonna say something?” A continued her sentenced and said, “I have to tell you something, I think that I a-“
“HEY! COME ON YOUR RIDE IS HERE! I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY!”
No…It can’t be…What the hell…I looked up to the Cadillac and saw him. It was Larry. This came as a big shocker for me because my mom always picks me up or my aunt. I got up and walked over to the car. I leaned into the car window and asked,
“What are you doing here?”
“Today, your aunt had to pick you up but she was busy so I’m doing it.”
“What? No! Not now!”
“Because, A was just about to tell me something really important and plus I don’t want to leave her alone and I don’t want her to meet you! It’ll all be too much.”
“Look, you can stay here with your little girlfriend, but you won’t have a ride home for a very long time.”
“But, I-I need a ride home.”
“Well then choose…me or her?”
This is horrible, I needed a ride home but I really wanted to know if A liked me as much as I liked her. This was a hard decision but I knew that if I didn’t choose to take the ride home my mom would be mad at me for not taking it. I should have know that Larry was just doing this because he was jealous. But of course, I was young and oblivious. More concerned about being a good kid than anything else…
So I chose to leave. I looked back to A and said,
“Hey, I have to go…”
She nodded her head, looking sad and alone. I opened the door and got in the car. Larry wrapped his arm around me and put his hand in my shirt. As he started up the car A ran up to the car and screamed, “WAIT!” She looked into my eyes and said, “I l—” she stopped. She was distracted by the sight she saw. Larry’s hand in my shirt she could see his hand groping me. That moment changed everything. Her eyes, looked like she was going to cry… She then said, “I look forward to seeing you at school tomorrow”… I opened my mouth and nothing came out…So many emotions were going through me. I couldn’t what to say. I raised my hand up to the window. She could see my hand shaking. I could see her eyes water. We were both frozen in a time of hurt. Before I could say something Larry screeched out of the parking lot and drove off.
[To Be Continued]
It happened more and more and more…It’s been about a year now since the first time and my aunt has moved into a new place. It’s way bigger than an apartment, a two-story, five bedroom, garage, backyard, dining room, kitchen, let’s just say it was a nice ass house.
So, one time Larry was laying down in a little room connecting to one of the bedrooms. I was sitting down with my cousin Mitchell watching TV. I was looking over to Larry, wondering if he was going to fuck me today. He noticed me looking at him and called me over. I got up from the bed and walked over to the little room he was in and closed the door behind me, locking it to make sure no one interrupts.
He pointed down on the floor signaling me to lay down next to him. I did just that and I lifted his shirt up. I licked his nipples and rubbed my hands all over his chest, doing exactly what I saw people do in softcore porn, when the man licks the woman’s nipples to get her aroused. He liked it and moaned a little. I then moved my left hand down to his waist. Unbuttoning his jeans and putting my hands in his boxers. I grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. He was really turned on, gyrating his waist up in the air. getting really close to me and moaning quietly in my ear. He then whispered,
“I want you to put your lips on my cock”.
I honestly never heard of oral sex before so when I went down to his crotch, pulling out his dick I grabbed it and placed my lips on his cock.
He then said,
“force it in your mouth as deep as you can”.
I did just that, forcing every inch inside my mouth, trying to see if I could fit it all in. I would keep pulling out and trying again and again, thinking that it was just a game (I didn’t really see blowjobs happen in softcore porn so I really didn’t know what I was doing then). He really loved it and I did too, because his dick tasted really good to me and every time I went down I got another inch deep in my mouth. He then placed his hands behind my head and started to force my head down on his cock. I would keep trying to come up for air but he would keep forcing me back down. After a while I finally realized what I was doing. I got really hard from sucking his cock. Thinking of how turned he was from this got me turned on. I then get creative with sucking his dick. Swirling my tongue around the tip and forcing it deep inside me over and over. He started to let out a little moan and I could feel something shooting in my throat. This made me choke and had to stop and turn my head away from him to cough out the stuff in my mouth.
He grabbed my arm and looked at me dead in the eyes and said to me,
“pull your pants down”. I knew what this means, he’s going to fuck my ass. I was a little scared and excited at the same time. Scared because of the pain I feel from his cock thrusting inside of me and really excited to feel the pleasure of his cock hitting something in my ass that makes my cock throb. I pulled down my pants and raised my ass up. He inserted his cock inside me. Slowly fucking me and then increasing speed. Getting close to me, placing his arms under mine and raising his hands up to my shoulders grabbing them to use to pull up into me. To get deeper inside my hole. He moans quietly in my ear. In just a matter of seconds his moans get louder. He then whispers in my ear, “I love you”. After he said that he came deep inside me. He stayed inside my ass squirming from the pleasure he felt from the load he shot.
After a minute, he pulled out still hard and put his clothes back on. I got up and put my clothes back on. I looked at his crotch and I could still see his cock hard through his jeans. He laid back down to where he was and fell asleep.
I went to the bathroom to clean out my hole again. It felt so strange to feel my ass leaking. I was in the bathroom cleaning it out but I did wonder what it would be like if I just left it there. Feeling his cum inside my ass all day.
I decided not to and cleaned up anyway.
Because of these meets I now think of Larry every time I cum. I think about him kissing me, I think about him sneaking into my room and fucking me until his balls are dry. I think of him caressing my body, us holding hands, us being so secret about what we do. It was a bit scary because I was feeling feelings I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt this way for someone before. He was the only person I ever met that made me feel this way.
At least, not until next year.
[To Be Continued]
Hi, I noticed that everyone is really horny for more of the Summer Afternoons stories…So I decided that I would send in a story. Hope people like it as much as the summer one. :) - Submitter’s Notes
When I was ten years old, I hung out at my aunt’s house a lot to spend time with my cousins. My oldest cousin had a boyfriend named Larry. He was about six years older than me and I didn’t really pay much attention to him. We didn’t talk to each other, speak to one another or even hung out together. This all changed one day.
He told me to go follow him into my cousins bedroom. I did and walked into the room with him. He shut the door behind him and locked the door. He looked down at my waist and said, “pull down your pants”. I pulled them down. He then told me to, “lay on the floor, face down”. I did that as well. He then got on top of me and forced his cock deep inside me. I was confused at what was going on and could feel pain from this. I kept feeling his cock go in and out of my ass him moaning and sweating over me.
I just laid there trying to figure out what was going on. I didn’t know a lot about sex then but I knew that this was something I’ve never seen or heard of about sex before. Especially of two guys doing it.
He finished and got off of me. he told me to get up and put my pants back on. I did as told and we both walked out of the room. Never to speak of this. I went straight into the bathroom. I started to clean out my ass from this weird liquid that was coming out of me. It was clear and kept running down my leg. There was so much inside. It took me about ten minutes or so to get it all out.
Later that day I was home, and decided to jerk off to some softcore porn like I do sometimes but this time when I watched the man and woman go at it all I could think about was Larry. About how he fucked my ass, his breathe hitting the back of my neck, quietly moaning as he was on top of me. The thought of it all made me cum. It was the first time I jerked off and came thinking about a man…
[To Be Continued]
Okay so let me tell you about the time I jerked off in the elevator. My family and I were in California for some vacation trip. Everybody was out and about doing their thing and I was bored out of my mind sitting in the hotel room alone. I didn’t want to go outside because it was hot as fuck and I don’t like the heat. So, I decided to explore the hotel.
The hotel was very nice and exclusive, I swear the only people I saw walking around in the middle of the day were the workers and probably a celebrity. Probably… After a bit of looking around, seeing all the things they offered, a spa, resturant, and some other crap, I decided to ride the elevator up and down.
I rode it all the way to the top and as the doors opened I saw a double set of doors right across from the elevator. It was only one room on the floor, I’m assuming it was the penthouse suite. A sexy woman walked out of the room and walked into the elevator with me. Wearing a dress and high heels, playing with her phone. She looked like she had a place to go. She had amazing pair of dark brown eyes, long curly blond hair, b-cup boobs (i’m guessing) and a butt that you could definitely bounce a quarter off of! The whole ride I wanted to open my mouth and say something smooth like, “I see you checked out the pent suite.” or some shit like that. But of course, I didn’t say anything because I was too scared.
The elevator stopped at the lobby floor and she walked out. I stayed in the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, where I was staying, to go back and jerk one out about the girl in the elevator. I walked into the hotel room and saw my family all over. My brother sitting on the bed watching tv, my sister using the bathroom, my mom looking at a catalog. I just grabbed my sunglasses and left the room saying, “I’ll be back in five minutes”.
To Be Continued.
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So, when I was younger, say from ages, 13-16, I would be really horny, and I would think of places to masturbate. I jerked off at a lot of places. I’m actually surprised that I didn’t get caught for all of the places I jerked off at.
I can recall two times I jerked off at a strange place.
My first time was at Christian camp when I was 13.
I woke up early in the morning, around 4am, and everyone was still asleep. There was probably about 15 guys asleep in the room. I felt my boner peeking out of my boxers, and I couldn’t go to sleep. The boner was keeping me awake. I wanted to go to the bathroom and let one out, but there were guys asleep all over the floor. I really didn’t want to jack off in a roomful of guys, especially really religious guys. I tried to go back to sleep, but my boner just kept getting harder, and I couldn’t stop thinking about jacking off. So I decided to jerk myself off so I can go back to sleep.
I started off a little slow, so I could do it quietly and not wake up anyone, I then started to go a little faster, looking around to see if anyone was awake. All I could hear was men snoring. I continued to jerk off and then the thought of getting caught started to become exciting to me. My heart started to race. My hand started to move faster and faster until I came.I cleaned myself off and turned over tried to go back to sleep.
I then look to my left and I see a guy with his eyes wide open looking at me. I looked down to see that he was jerking off too. I didn’t know what to do, I started to turn over to go back to sleep, until I hear a whisper, “Wait”. I turned back around to the guy jerking off and he said, ”Take off your shirt.” So I sat up and slowly started to take off my buttoned-up shirt, one button at a time, and I noticed that doing this really turned him on. I started to rub my left hand all over my body. He started to get more excited by what I was doing, he sat up and started to rub his hand all over himself as he kept masturbating getting more and more turned on by what I did until he came.
He then had a shocked look on his face, I looked down and saw that he shot some of his cum on the head of another guy who was asleep in the bunk under me. I chuckled quietly and laid down to go back to sleep.
That morning was the first time I ever did anything like that before.
*Especially the gay thing, I didn’t know what homosexuality was at that time.*
Hey guys! I’m so happy to see that there’s so many people following!
So, I thought I’d do something for when we hit 100 followers, I’ll share a masturbation story with you guys.
If I can, I might be able to get one of my friends to share a masturbation story too.
Hopefully a girl, for the women that follow this blog too.
It would take a more helpful and generous friend named Bobby to bring me to my first ejaculation. Bobby was the same age as me, 13, though he had hit puberty earlier than me, and it showed–looking at a picture of us taken that summer, I’d say he looked about two years older than me. Even though he looked older, I was probably four inches taller than him. Bobby had blond hair and the palest skin in the world; despite hours at camp spent attempting to tan, all he ended up with was a burned back. I had been paddling aft–we had no destination really: the scoutmaster only said that Bobby and I had to camp somewhere across the rather large lake for the next two nights (the troop did this every year as part of a wilderness survival merit badge), so I had been letting us drift slowly in that direction. For safety’s sake we each had been given cell phones with the numbers of others in the troop to call in case of an emergency. Bobby and I were floating on the middle of Lake Tamarack in a large green fiberglass canoe, no other boats were in sight–unsurprising, as there were many small creeks and inlets to explore. Bob looked back at me said something softly, smiling. I had been totally lost in thought, staring rather blankly out at the forested shore.
“What?” I said, tilting my head slightly and smiling in return.
“I’ve got to pee. Do you mind if I just go over the side…or do you want to head for land and I can find a tree, if you don’t want to watch?” Bobby said, clutching his crotch to emphasize a full bladder.
“Oh.” I said. “Just pee over the side, I don’t mind.”
“Great, thanks.” he replied.
Bobby shifted his weight where he sat near the bow, knelt gingerly toward starboard, and pulled down his swimming trunks to piss over the side. Bobby’s semi-erect cock was ringed by a blond tuft of pubic hair, he held his member for a second, stroking it idly as he waited for his urine to flow. I stared fixedly at Bobby’s circumcised penis, wanting to crawl forward and hold it for him while he peed. Bobby had not seemed to notice my gaze, so I simply sat and watched as my tent-and-canoe mate whizzed over the side: a clear stream arcing from the tip of his penis to the blue-green waters of the lake. He appeared to have drunk the better part of his canteen over the last two hours of canoeing, and so that clear stream continued for a number of seconds. I noticed an urge to piss rising within me as I watched his stream falter and stop. He shook the last drops from his uncovered head and sat back down in the canoe, not bothering to pull his suit up.
Already kneeling to starboard with my trunks around my knees, cock out and foreskin pulled back, I said. “Do you mind if I follow suit, Bob?”
Bobby turned slightly in his seat to regard me. “Fire away, dude.”
It felt like an eternity: waiting there, hand on my slowly hardening penis, holding it over the calm lake, just waiting for things to start flowing. Eventually my bladder complied and I peed into the lake, watching the jet of urine make small bubbles in the surrounding water. I gently shook my glans, making sure to keep the foreskin back as I did so. As I did this, I noticed Bobby had turned around and watched me the entire time. He was still naked, his swimming trunks lying in a heap on the floor of the canoe, and he was visibly erect. Being watched went from giving me stage fright, which many boys tend to have when peeing near others, to a desire to keep going. I coaxed a few more small jets of piss into the water before my bladder was well and truly emptied. Bobby was blushing bright red as I sat down to face him.
“We…should find a place to pitch our tent.” I said, looking at the sky, it was mid-afternoon–and we had quite some time before we actually needed to pitch a tent, but all the same, it was better to get it done soon, so we could spend the rest of the afternoon swimming before we cooked dinner. Bobby nodded, scanning the mostly tree-ringed shore until he found an inlet. He tilted his head in the direction of that inlet, and we made our way there. On landing we found that we were alone, on an island, actually. Small island though it was, we knew we would have a good view of anyone who wanted to camp in what was definitely our site. After our tent was pitched, we went back in for a swim–my trunks lay beside Bob’s in the canoe. We frolicked in the water, splashing and sporting about as you would expect. Eventually we decided to dry off, so we headed in and lay on our towels, letting our naked bodies soak up the afternoon sunlight.
I looked over at Bobby, his penis was rock hard and pointing skyward. “Dude,” I said, deciding now was as good a time as any to ask him about masturbating and the question of white pee. Bobby looked over at me, not bothering to cover up his erection. I went on. “Do you know how to shoot white pee?”
He smiled, lighting up the beach. “You mean cum?” he asked, I hesitated and then nodded as he continued. “Yeah, I do. You just…wait, you know how to, right?” he said.
“Well…” I said, blushing. “I know how to stroke it.” I pulled back my foreskin and then moved it up my hardening cock. “But I just can’t seem to shoot it yet.” I said.
“Oh.” Bobby said, pausing. “Do you want…do you want me to show you how I do it?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I said. Bobby smiled. “Alright, let’s go inside the tent, though, so nobody paddling by sees us.” he said.
We went inside the ratty nylon tent, the tarp-floor already covered by woolen blankets we used in place of sleeping bags. Bobby gestured for me to sit down, I did so, then he turned around and began rummaging for something in his backpack. I found myself captivated by his ass, by his scrotum, by his thighs. I wanted to feel him, to stroke every inch of his skin as he stroked me, made me get that good feeling, and just perhaps, shoot ‘cum’ as Bobby called it. Bobby sat back down holding a box of tissues in one hand and some hand cream in the other. He placed both items down on the blankets between us. “Okay. Now, first we are going to go over some terms–if you are going to do something, do it right.” Bobby said. “First, while it can be called “stroking it”, or a number of other things, masturbation is the appropriate term for touching yourself until you cum. Cum, spelled C-U-M or C-O-M-E, is what shoots out, though sometimes it just dribbles, of the penis when you have an orgasm. Cum is whitish and sticky, not like pee. Got that?”
I nodded. “Sure, masturbation makes you shoot cum.”
“What masturbation does,” he said. “Is trick the penis into thinking it is having sex, until it is tricked so well that you make yourself shoot cum. Girls do it by touching the clitoris. Sarah showed me hers, it is kind of like a mini penis.” My penis was rock hard as he spoke, especially after he mentioned Sarah, his sister. In the afternoon light of that tent his body was beautiful, as was his circumcised cock. I wanted to touch him so badly, to take him in my hands and stroke him. He edged closer to me.
“I am, uh, I mean, we are going to make you shoot cum. You are thirteen and definitely well developed enough.” he said, eyeing my crotch. “It might feel like you have to pee, but then it will feel really, really good. Just trust me. Let me touch you.” He looked at me with an almost hungry look in his eyes. I nodded, sliding my foreskin down from my glans and gesturing as if to say ‘I’m all yours.’
My entire body shivered with excitement as he touched me that first time. I felt his breath hot on my crotch as he knelt over me. Bobby seemed to be fascinated by my penis, gently sliding the foreskin back fully, as if he was trying to figure out just what made me tick. “Now it looks just like mine.” He slid it forward, back over the head. He kept doing this for one minute, then two, then three. I could feel that good feeling building within me, the sense of a nervous pleasure-filled feeling, but there was something else to. I felt a need to piss, to just let it pour out of me in a flood. Affirming what Bobby had said earlier, I said, “it feels like I’m going to pee.” I attempted to get up and move towards the tent flap, but Bobby’s hand gently pushed my chest back to the ground. “Good. It means you are close.” he said. While his right hand stroked my foreskin and glans, pumping the first and occasionally fondling the second, his left hand had been cradling my scrotum. His left hand moved from my balls to his mouth, he licked his middle finger before sliding it under my scrotum. I felt, distantly, his cool, wet finger touch my asshole. I gasped softly. And then I felt it go deeper, actually into my ass. I cried out in pleasure. As this happened, something else was about to occur, something even more amazing: my first orgasm.
“I’m, I’m, I’m…” I sputtered.
“Cum, Jake, squirt over my fingers.” Bobby said, his finger still toying with my asshole as he kept pumping my cock with his other hand. I began to gently hump his fingers when I finally came. I screamed, feeling semen rush out of my urethra, one rope, two, three, four.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh. Yes. Please. God. Oh. YES!” I cried out. Another spurt of cum shot forth, and then I felt each of them land on my chest in sequence. It was so warm and yet cool on my skin.
Bobby milked every drop of cum out of my shuddering body. The pleasure only intensified as he went on pumping my softening cock. I moaned under his fingers. His hands were soaked with semen; then again, so was most of my torso. Not that I really noticed at the time–I just wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me. I turned to look at Bobby and put my hand around his cock. He was circumcised, but I remembered how Cory had shown me he pleasured himself, so I parroted those movements as best I could and began to stroke Bobby. His penis was dripping pre-cum, and his shaft felt smooth under my fingers. Bobby restrained my hand for a moment, opened up the tube of hand cream, and smeared a little on his shaft and glans. I was noticeably confused.
“You’re doing great, your fingers feel really nice. But since I don’t have a dick-skin, my penis needs a little lotion. It makes things go smoother.” he said. “Makes it feel like your hand is actually a girl’s pussy.” He let go of my hand and began to gently thrust into the ring of my fingers. He moaned as his thrusts picked up speed, my stroking fingers tightening around his circumcised cock.
“Oh, Jake. I’m going to shoot.” Bobby said, almost in a whisper. He was moaning with pleasure as his breathing got faster and faster. Bobby’s balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in my hand as his hot juices began to flow. He let out a high pitched shout, almost an animal yelp, as semen, warm and thick, shot from his glans in jets that spattered my hands and chest. He bucked under my hand as I stroked his shrinking member, little drops of cum dripping out of him and onto my fingers. Bobby gasped for breath and collapsed on the tent floor next to me.
To Be Continued…
A few weeks later, while hanging out at a Boy Scout meeting to get ready for a big summer camp trip. I was alone with a friend of mine in the supply room, we were sorting things for the trip when I asked him about “stroking and spurting.”
“Just stroke it until your white pee comes out.” was all Cory told me.
“I…have been stroking it, and no white pee comes out. It just feels good and then shrinks.” I said. Cory shrugged and said. “I can’t make white pee either, but my brother Andy showed me what to do.” Cory paused, seeming to think something over, and spoke again. “We should be alone for awhile up here and…I can show you if you want.” I nodded, walking over to the supply room door and locking it. Cory unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect penis. He was gorgeously tan courtesy of his Italian mother, and his dick was tan up until a dark ridge an inch before his pink head. I gasped in wonder even though this was not the first time I had seen his penis (we had mandatory showers in gym class), this was the first time I had seen him fully erect and had the opportunity to stare without being ridiculed.
“You…don’t have a foreskin like me.” I commented.
He nodded and said. “All the boys in my family were circle-sized at birth…except for Ping…but he is adopted.”
Cory had three brothers: Ping (14), Andrew (16), and Sean (18), and three sisters: Trisha (22), Danielle (16, Andrew’s twin), and Kylie (13, Cory’s twin). Twins apparently ran in his family.
“Circumcised.” I corrected.
He smiled and nodded. “Ping seems to really enjoy his dick-skin, but I think circumcised penises look nicer.” he said, his hand brushing his dick.
I shrugged and said. “I like my foreskin.”
Cory was still hard, his head turning a slightly darker color as he made a ring with his index finger and thumb and circled his cock. He began to move these fingers up and down his shaft, from near the base to the ridge that bulged out to form the glans penis. As I watched I imagined semen like I had seen Jed produce issuing from Cory’s circumcised member. He must have stroked himself for a minute, making sure that I was watching, probably noticing that my hand had drifted into my pants and was stroking the quite noticeable tent that had formed. “You just touch it like this, see?” he said, pausing. “Since…I showed you what I do…can you show me how you do it?” he asked. In reply my khaki shorts and underwear hit the floor to reveal my erect member.
It was Cory’s turn to gasp as he stared at my crotch. I gently gripped my foreskin and slid it forward to cover my head entirely, and then I rolled it slowly back down the head and shaft. I wanted him to get a good view of just how useful the foreskin could be. I pumped my foreskin up and down for probably two minutes, eyes closed and off in my own little world, imagining Jed and Clarissa naked in the sunroom, Jed’s semen gushing out of his cock.
I was drawn rapidly back into the world of Cory and the locked supply room when I felt his hand catch mine in mid-stroke. His erect penis still protruded from his fly as he spoke. “Do you mind if I touch it once? You can touch mine, if you want.” I wanted to, and implied as much by wrapping my fingers firmly around his shaft and working them up around his pinkish-red head. I gave him a few quick but tight strokes before I looked up at his face and said. “Okay, your turn.” he smiled and, with surprising gentleness, drew my foreskin up around my head. He then pulled it back to its full extent before, holding the skin back with one hand, wrapping his fingers around my head and stroking lightly. Without really knowing why, I began to hump his hand. Unlike when I touched him for short time, Cory just kept going, switching between using the foreskin and working on me directly with his fingers. It felt indescribably good to feel another person touch me there. I suppose that was one reason I had always been turned on by visits to the doctor, and the chance that a certain cute nurse, Jenny, would roll back my foreskin to check on my glans–the last time she had done that, I was rock hard and blushing, she just smiled and said that spontaneous erections were perfectly normal and healthy for boys my age. As Cory continued to stroke me I moaned and got the usual good feeling, this time it was really intense, but still not the white pee that he spoke of.
To Be Continued…
[I wrote this a few years ago, and it is pretty much the story of my first orgasm. I’m still writing my continued masturbation history, so keep an eye out for that if you are interested.]
I was thirteen when I saw a neighbor boy ejaculate.
Though I hit puberty earlier that year–my cock and testicles had grown by leaps and bounds, and my crotch was now thatched with blackish-brown pubic hair, I still had not been able to make myself ejaculate–I had only heard about it as a myth until I watched in hiding on that late spring afternoon. Jed was sixteen and, to my mind, the epitome of cool–he even had a girlfriend (and while I was most definitely interested in girls, and my best friend in the world was of that fairer sex, the idea that a girl would actually want to date me was a far off concept). Jed and his girlfriend, Clarissa, were out in Jed’s second-story sunroom, making out as usual. My telescope came in handy yet again, and, thanks to it, I was privy to something they thought was a secret.
Clarissa, after Jed whispered something in her ear, unzipped Jed’s pants and pulled them off him while Jed himself threw off his shirt. Clarissa stripped as well, her body in a most exquisite profile, courtesy of my high-magnification lens. The telescope was rated for astronomical use, so needless to say with only twenty five feet between my room and Jed’s sunroom, I could practically pick out Jed’s individual pubic hairs, and I knew that Clarissa had a crescent moon shaped birthmark on her right upper thigh. I also knew that she dyed her hair–she had platinum blonde hair back in a ponytail, but her pubic hair was a beautiful jet black. She sat down in the one chair on the porch, a massive wooden Adirondack chair facing my direction. Jed knelt to the side of her, kissing his way from her neck down to her toes, while his hands fondled her pert breasts.
His hands moved downward, and he began to rub her crotch in a circular motion–she smiled and reddened noticeably after a minute or so under his fingers. I could not tell what exactly she was saying, but it definitely seemed to encourage Jed. He took two of his fingers, the two he had been working on her clitoris with, and slid them into her vagina. She began to writhe as his fingers slid in and out of her I noticed a lot of gooey liquid coming out of her pussy on Jed’s fingers, it seemed to be the cause (or result) of her writhing. Minutes passed as Jed continued to finger her, and she continued to orgasm again and again (I did not know that she was having an orgasm at the time, of course–but later I figured it out).
She pulled his hand out of her and began to work on her clitoris, practically kneading it between her fingers. She took Jed’s glistening fingers and slid them back into her, but at a different angle than before, lifting her butt off the chair as she did so. In this odd position she began to hump Jed’s hand, thrusting her wetness up against it in the throes of passion. Clarissa screamed in utter ecstasy. A jet of clear liquid shot from her pussy, darkening the fabric of the chair. I thought she had just peed, but neither of them seemed to be reacting to the stuff like it was pee, so I kept my thoughts to myself. Clarissa dabbed a finger in the largest pool of this fluid and licked it. She smiled and stuck another finger into it, offering this one to Jed. He slid her finger into his mouth and smiled. They kissed. With that she knelt down on a pillow next to the Adirondack chair Jed was now sitting in. The chair faced me dead-on, and I watched in open-mouthed wonder as Clarissa stroked Jed’s penis.
To me, Jed was hung like a stallion–he was probably just six or seven inches long, but when you have a four inch penis (a recently developed penis, at that), those extra three inches really mean all the world. Jed’s cock, like mine, was uncircumcised, and I looked on as Clarissa slowly eased his foreskin up and down his shaft and head. My left hand idly fondled my cock (I was naked–and alone in the house for a few hours) and then I copied Clarissa’s motions: three slow strokes, five fast. Up until then I had pleasured myself by humping a pillow (which sat untouched in the middle of my bed as I watched the action a house away unfold), now, however, I could tell I was doing something that just felt right, it felt so good I wanted to moan. I stroked in time with two lovers, pausing every now and then to focus on Clarissa’s surprisingly well-developed breasts with dark pink, almost purple nipples, or what snatches of her pubic hair and vulva I could get.
She shifted once, turning her body slightly more towards the window so that I got an almost full-on view of her beautiful crotch. And then Jed began bucking erratically under Clarissa’s ministrations, his penis thrusting in and out of her grasp. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I could tell by the expression on Jed’s face that he was enjoying himself. White liquid shot from the tip of Jed’s penis, splattering Clarissa (who, by her expression of shock, did not seem to be expecting it) square in the chin, and spurted out in pulsing cream colored ropes. Whatever this white pee (as I termed it) was, Jed seemed to be in total ecstasy. Jed stood up and kissed Clarissa, his dick flopping around, smearing some of his white pee on her hip. She smiled and then put her arm around him, pulling him to the floor and unfortunately out of my sight. I continued to stroke myself until I got the good feeling I was used to getting after humping my pillow for a very long time. Stroking, I noticed, took much less time to get that good feeling.
To Be Continued…