Autoerotic in the Pre-Orgasmic Years.

Many say, “if I only knew then what I know now.”  Well, perhaps my sexual journey may have been a bit slow, but I wonder if those early miscues and foibles would have changed the person I am and thus changed the experiences I have had throughout life.  I wouldn’t want that in the least as I’ve truly lived a full and exciting life. On that note, after reading stories of the sexual journeys of others, I thought I would write a bit of my own. 

As an only child in a strict catholic household, sexual subjects were never mentioned.  I attended a large all boys catholic school and my parents plans for me were to become a priest.  It made perfectly good sense until we moved from the Big Apple to a small island off the coast of Florida.  No longer walking to school, I had to travel 45 minutes by bus to the small catholic school in town. I had always been an excellent student who moved ahead in grades, plus the weather and beaches were great so I never gave it much thought. 

What threw me was that this school was co-ed. There were girls on the bus and in my class sitting across, behind and in front of me…a first for me.  To a normal boy this would be heaven, but to me, who was 1 to 2 years (minimum) younger and who had a speech impediment…I stuttered…it was terror. (I won’t get into examples of being laughed at, but you can imagine.)

Fast forward to the summer before high school: 

  I found, as I got older, that girls no longer thought of me as a pariah. This, I felt, was due to the fact that I was  funny, athletic and had stood up to and taken down several bullies over the years.  Girls were now sitting behind me, brushing my hair and writing imaginary messages on my back.  They cheered as I played baseball and football, sat beside me at lunch or assemblies.  My stuttering, although still there, became less of a fear for me since I told jokes rather than being the being the butt of the joke. (better to be laughed with, than laughed at I always say).

With graduation approaching, the coaches at the catholic high school spent days talking with my parents and I about the advantages of parochial school. Over the summer they had, over my objections,  clinched the deal with the coaches and my pastor. The long distance to get to school and assistance in tuition were the deciding factors for my folks.  As a result, my summer was spent at the beach running, swimming, surfing and any other form of exercise I could manage in order to be in better shape.  (running in the sand will definitely build and shape the legs and surfing/swimming will build up the backend arms).

It was over that summer that I accidentally discovered masturbation and my intention to become a priest went right out the window (especially after reading what celibacy entailed). I met several tourist girls out there, including one from about 50 miles to my north.  I forget her name, but she wore a Catalina bikini.  How did I know?  She had titties that stuck out like someone had shot her in the back with 2 rockets and reading Catalina on the inside of her bra became an obsession.  One rainy day we got together alone under the secluded side porch of a vacant vacation rental.  For the first time I felt what I had only imagined. Tits were so damn firm and tasty as I licked her nipples. 

The next day we met again and this time I ventured into her bottoms.  I remember trying to find her pussy.  I had assumed it was much higher, just below her navel. (Heck that’s where my cock was.  It took a while and a bit of help for me to go lower and into that hot wetness with my fingers, but it felt soooo good.  I had not yet discovered masturbation and never thought to guide her hand to my hard cock. As I look back, I’m sure she could have taught me. That night, as every night, I went to bed with a hard on and held my pillow close to me as I kissed, fondled and humped my imaginary lover.