Masturbation Bliss - The Outdoor Shower

I grew up in a pretty sex-negative home. Everything I learned (that amounted to anything) about sex I learned on my own either by discovering with my own body or by reading and watching online. How else is a teen boy supposed to curb the immense desires he has for years on years with no outlet? The first few times I played with myself, I reached the point of climax and shot blanks. Resisting the sensation that I was going to spray pee everywhere, I continued to rub my uncut cock, begging my body to show me what was next. Eventually, I began shooting ropes of warm cum and from there, I was hooked. I began looking for new ways and new places...and new thoughts to add to my sessions with myself.

During this early portion of my journey of self-pleasure, we took yearly trips to the beach. My family would would rent a house at a beach not far from the ocean and would spend hours sitting or playing on the beach. I was not really a fan of this. Sitting on the beach for a minimum of 4-5 hours just because that's what you do at the beach did nothing for me. The only upside was being able to look at the girls my age blossoming into young women with their Hollister and Aeropostale bikinis and their sexy mothers filling out their swimsuits with their bodacious curves. *This was still the time when one has virtually no control over erections; therefore, I spent quite a lot of time hiding my reaction to witnessing these beautiful figures stroll up and down the beach. And no, I was not brave enough to have a wank in the water. I would have been found out.

Anyway, everyone knew I didn't favor sitting for 4+ hours and I would usually wait the minimum acceptable time and then ask to return to the house to get ready for dinner. Herein lies my angle. The house was small and only had one small shower inside, which was attached to a bedroom. Outside, there was a makeshift shower with a wood-fenced wall around it, mostly meant for cleaning off sand. However, it was generally accepted that you could take showers out there if you brought your clothes. This was my new favorite haven, aside from my private bedroom at night.

Looking helpful, I would gather a few things from our spot and walk back down the road, my cock now beginning to tremble, knowing it was about to receive some attention. There's no way to describe well enough how sexual one feels at this point in one's life. Everything is so new and with the discovery of your developing sexual organ, one feels almost second to its now leading existence. I walked briskly down the road, my brow sweating, my heart rate increasing, my young oily body streaking with sunscreen, the intermittent breeze relieving my half-naked body. At this point, my cock was clearly outlined in my tight, short, board shorts. My mind was racing with an overload of sexual thoughts, all out of order, but it was a mix of girls I knew, women I admired, and sex scenes from movies or celebrities in general. It was in moments like this I wondered why we all don't walk around naked and embrace our created sexuality! What's a boy to do?

Arriving back at the house, I practically tossed what I was carrying aside and raced for the shower door. Pulling the crooked door shut, I latched it and quickly pulled down my shorts, allowing my throbbing erection to spring to life. Remember when it hurt to have to force your erection down into your shorts? The shower was filled with cracks and gaps and allowed plenty of sun and ocean breeze in, which I thought was erotic. Essentially being naked outside with a throbbing, uncut erection was such a thrill for me. Once the water was on, my imagination ran wild. It's amazing how wild it can run unhindered by screens and phones; I had neither handy in a mobile form back then.

Still perfecting my form, I gripped my cock and rolled the foreskin back, the saltwater acting as my only lubrication aside from my precum, which was retained fairly well by my uncut skin. My motions were still fairly clumsy, but I was getting better. My mind filled with the most beautiful women I knew back home or had seen that day. I imagined they were with me and wanted to see my newly blossomed cock, as if it were the only one known to man! (haha ;)) I didn't know what normal sex acts were at that point so I would dream that girls I knew joined me in the shower and desired to disrobe with me, revealing their gorgeous, breasts and naturally adorned muffs. I would dream the sexiest teacher I knew that year would somehow desire to join me in that rustic shower and was amazed by my size as she too disrobed, uncovering her beautiful MILF body. I've always been into a well-formed ass, and one particular teacher provided more than adequate fantasies for such a kink. 

Still pumping slowly, I would look through the gaps to make sure no one had returned home yet. I edged and edged to make the sensation last as long as possible. Eventually, so many fantasies had joined me in that makeshift shower. Everyone was naked, enjoying their human sexuality. I wondered what the girls I knew were doing. Did they also have sexual desires? Did they dream of boys sexually yet? Did any think of me? Were they playing with themselves at night in bed or in the shower the next day? Did they know more than I did about how these urges work together? Were their parents being more thoughtful on instructing them on what to do with these urges?

Finally, I knew I had to cum. No session back then was deemed successful without a load of warm ejaculate shot across the room. I pumped and pumped with my hand, my foreskin rolling vigorously back and forth over my raspberry-colored head. My balls were tight, the saltwater dripping from beneath my gooch. I tried to put as many gorgeous women in my mind's eye as I could at once. The most beautiful forms to the front, with beautiful breasts, curvaceous ass, and a neatly trimmed muff. I rocked back and forth as I felt the cum enter my shaft. With more intentional strokes, I braced myself as I began to shoot rope after rope into the shower - onto the ground, onto the wall. It, of course, felt like it went everywhere. I pumped and pumped til it was all gone. I breathed...caught my breath and then began to make sure the cum wasn't obvious. Cleaning myself up, I soaped up and lathered my shaft and skin. 

And now, it was time to look forward to the next shower. Oh how those were the days. ;)

Leave a comment if you liked this story and if it brought back any similar feelings for you. Ladies, what did go through your mind in those early days of self-discovery?

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