“I hear an early morning lawn mower buzz nearby as I lay in bed touching myself and I’m in no rush to get up. My new basement
room, which we just finished building last week, is still cool from having the window open all night. Because I’m not yet used to my new-found privacy, I’m still wearing a full set of PJ’s, and underpants, and as I lie here I’m relishing the fact that school has been
over for a few weeks and, even better, it’s Friday, library day, so, no chores!
I rub my penis with my fingers again, teasing not only the tip this time but the shaft now too, until I am hard. It tickles a lot, so I stop. I run my fingers along my penis again, getting hard and stopping again, not sure what I’m doing, but it feels awfully good to have a hard on and then I think back again to when Father John had THE class for the 9th grade that we had all been waiting impatiently for. I had been excited too, but we lost interest when all he talked about how touching yourself was a sin. What the heck did that mean? I wasn’t sure, but I’ve been curious since then. This is a sin to get hard like this?
My dad had given me a book before that, at Easter break, but that wasn’t very helpful either. It described how sex is only for
married people who want to have babies. The only thing new I learned was that to do that, the man puts his penis into the woman. The stupid book didn’t say how, or even more importantly, where. My first thought was that if my wife wants to have a baby then she would have to figure out where I should put it. Oh, yea, also, if you weren’t married, sex is a sin. Sin seemed to be the big theme.
I tremble a little when I cup my scrotum and tease the tip of my cock some more with my other hand. My heart is beating a
little faster and I’m surprised to find myself suddenly thinking about girls…I’m feel confused by al the feelings that are bubbling up inside me as I lie here. Sadly, the only place I can turn to for more information are mail catalogs. On those glossy pages are pictures of women in ‘undergarments’ that were borderline ‘dirty’ pictures. My favorite section, of course, is the one with the pictures of teenage girls. I love the way their bright colored panties only come up to their hips and show a lot of skin underneath their belly buttons. Often, as I flipped through the catalog staring at the little mounds in their panty clad crotches, my tongue would get a tingly feeling, and I wasn’t sure why!
The lawn mower is gone now, and I tickle myself until I’m hard again and stop again. I take off my pajamas and roll my underwear down to encircle my hips, liking the way so much more of my skin is exposed and imagining this is how a girl must
feel. I think about how I like to peek out my bedroom window on summer afternoons at the clothesline next door after
Mrs. Horn hangs her wash and feeling so excited just whenever I see her daughter Debbie’s flowered panties moving in the breeze – I always have to control myself from sneaking out there and stealing one.
I remember the other night, when I had experimented in the shower, sliding myself into a plastic bottle filled with soapy warm water, and then enjoying the awesome sensation of getting hard as I squeezed it and the warm water gushed out all over me. Afterwards, I snuck a plastic jar out of the kitchen cabinet and back in my room I put it over my erection but was disappointed to discover that it only came down about halfway. And - it was too also way too wide, and shit, the rim really hurt too whenever I
accidentally rubbed it against myself.
I flip upside down and stick my head under the bed, feeling around in the dark down there until I find the bottle under the
bed and am determined to try it again, fitting it over my cock and then lie there playing with the bottle for a while, wondering if there is some place I could go and try some warm, maybe hot water this time. On the dresser is a box of tissues, so, on a
whim, I stuff a bunch into the bottom, add some more and then hollow a tunnel with my fingers, remembering to drape some around the rim as padding. I try putting myself into it. Too tight! I push the tissues a bit with my fingers and try again.
My cock gets hard this time when I slip the top of it into the tissue tunnel. The jar is not deep enough for me fit in very far, but the tip of my penis feels delightful. I twist the bottle in circles, then, because it’s tickling a lot, I move it up and down instead. In a
minute, the tickling sensation stops, and now I realize I’m getting much, much harder. I start shuddering with every stroke - up and down, up, and down. - then I start pumping it faster as I feel just below the tip filling up and suddenly my whole dick is fat and throbbing.
And now my thoughts turn yesterday – and Angela! Before then, I had a hard time understanding the dark hairy triangles I had
occasionally seen on the folded up naked pictures that other boys would smuggle along with cigarettes on our scouting campouts.
“Where’s your bathroom?” Angela asks as we climb out of the pool and grab our towels, laughing when she steals mine since it was dryer.
We had met about two months ago, on my last day of ninth grade, when I was walking home from the bus stop, and she was sitting alone in her front yard. Mom had been worried when I got home half an hour late, but I was excited to tell her I had made a new friend – a girl!
“Hello…bathroom?” Angela asks again, interrupting my thoughts.
“Um, it’s um, you can use the one in the cellar, under the stairs…” I start to answer before she cuts me short.
“Can you show me? Please?” she asks.
We hold hands as I lead her down the stairs and through the fuzzy semi darkness to the bathroom door, the cool air in the basement giving us goosebumps
“Wanna see something?” she whispers in my ear. Not waiting for an answer, she tugs me into the bathroom and shuts the door
behind us. Specks of dust sparkle in the faint rays of light filtering in from the small window over the toilet, lighting the bathroom with a soft glow.
Angela steps away and leans against the sink. I watch, entranced, as she runs her hands lightly down the wet suit that’s clinging to her body, over her small hard nipples poking through the suit and down to the crotch of her red one piece. I’m staring at her now, and she looks back at me, her brown eyes smiling at me while she hooks one finger, then two inside her suit and slowly pulls it away from herself.
I look down again and in the dim light I can see that it is definitely not a black hairy triangle, all I can see a light, puffy tuft of brown peach fuss and…
“You can look closer if you want,” I barely hear her say.
“O wow!’ I think as I kneel slowly down in front of her. As I bring my face closer, she stands up on her tip toes and rests her
butt up on the edge of the sink. I watch mesmerized as she puts her hand in the small patch of brown hair and pulls up as she opens her legs wide, fully exposing two thick lips of pale white flesh pressed tightly together on either side a thin slit. My heart has been beating fast the whole time and now my tongue is tingling like crazy, but when she spreads her pussy open wide, not only do I see the deep pink folds that are glistening wet between her smooth lips but now I can smell something – her? Oh my God! I feel something primal deep inside react and suddenly my cock is surging in my suit. I’m shaking as she takes my hand and brings it towards…
Above us, we suddenly hear the house door open, the foyer switch snaps the light on ands my mothers’ footsteps start descending
the stairs. In an instant, I fly out of the bathroom, around the corner and hide behind the bar – my heart thudding and my poor cock throbbing.
An unbelievable pleasure from my cock is flooding through me as I picture Angela again half out of her bathing suit. I close my eyes and breathe in deep, and I can practically smell her again. I open my legs wider and unconsciously point my toes straight out, tightening my calf muscles until realize I’m breathing much quicker. I close my eyes and open my mouth, breathing harder still, moving the bottle even faster - up and down, up, and down - wondering the whole time what the heck is happening? A moment later, I feel all the muscles in my bottom clench uncontrollably as I thrust my hips up of the bed, trying to push myself deeper into the bottle, gasping when my hard on suddenly pulses with a huge blast and then I feel a spurt of hot liquid blast out of my cock, and then another and another …
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