I Wandered Lonely As A Teenager

When I was a teenager I was very self conscious about my skin, and my spots.  This meant that I tended to keep myself to myself.

I’d go long walks with my dog, favouring the forests that surrounded my town

As a got older, I got hornier. The need to get that relief would grow and grow and I’d do anything to get it.

I started to go my walks wearing a longer jacket that covered my groin. 

I’d open my zip and walk with my cock pointing out.  As it brushed against the jacket, the excitement grew. If I met people I’d brazenly stand there chatting away knowing they’d be oblivious to my dirty secret.

The pockets were eventually cut out which meant I could hold, squeeze or chug on my cock whenever I wanted to.

As time went on, I’d progressed to gluing a strip of sandpaper on the inside of the jacket.  My cock would rub against it and the sensation was phenomenal.

Being young, I’d manage three, four, five ejaculations while I walked.  

A few months ago…and 40 years later - I went another long walk.  No sandpaper this time, but the erotic sensation was right there again.  Walking around talking and acknowledging folks as they passed…with a boner that would choke a horse.

I’m thinking of cutting the pockets out and gluing sandpaper on again….