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This is a true story from my youth. I liked to masturbate, a lot. Through Nifty.org I am able to finally share these memories with all of you. If you like this please write to me at my email address: fox25viewer@yahoo.com. I have received many emails from quite a few great people.
I must have been around 12 or so. It was late spring and my family was not around for some reason or another. The family pop up tent trailer was out in the yard open and airing out for another season of camping. I was, as usual, walking around the house trying to find something to do that had nothing to do with touching or looking at my naked self in a mirror. That lasted all of about 10 minutes. My little boycock began to stiffen and I decided to go out to the trailer to play.
Once in the trailer I slid off my shirt. I liked how my soft chest and thin stomach looked. I tickled myself with my finger tips. Chills ran all over me and my cock swelled, trapped in my shorts I pushed my boner hard and down, hoping to feel it pop out of my tighty whiteys and down the leg of my shorts.once that happened I began to rub my stiff cock against my inner thigh. I loved the feelings of my cock being rubbed. Up to that point no one had touched me. I had seen a friend's cock about two years ago while on a camping trip. We were playing some kind of "innocent" genie game where he was the genie and I had wishes. Thinking of that moment in time gave my urges a spur. I now had pulled my pants down and was naked with the exception of my knee high socks. I stroked my steel hard rod remembering the moment I had the courage to ask for the wish of seeing him naked. The young boy, without a word, walked into the bathroom of his trailer and began to hum. A
moment later the door swung open and there he stood, beautiful and naked, I can remember his blonde hair falling into his face, his pale white chest and stomach and his hairless cock swinging in front of him. He hummed a "genie like" tune and walked over to me. I sat, motionless, unsure of what to do. (thinking back now I know what I SHOULD have done) He stepped right in front of me. I could smell the soap he used that morning on his skin. His soft boycock was inches from my nose. I ached to reach out and touch it but my mind screamed that this was wrong. He turned around and bent over and shook his pale white ass in my face. He made a sing song noise and waved his ass back and forth. I saw his asshole, and again, not knowing why, wanted to touch it.
That was the thought that consumed me this morning as I stood in the tent trailer, my cock rock hard and demanding attention.
I slowly ran my fingers down my chest, across my flat stomach and into a sparse patch of pubes to my hard cock. I then grasped it and stroked softly, up and down. I walked from one side of the trailer to the other my eyes half shut. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I dropped to the floor and hid, afraid to move, naked on the floor with my deflating member leaking pre-cum. My heart was racing, what was I to do, to say, there was no explaination that would keep me from getting in trouble.
I heard the footsteps approach the door, walk past and to the mailbox. The mailbox door opened and closed and the footsteps moved away.
With a great sigh of relief I slumped against the wall of the trailer. I began to notice the linoleum on the floor was cold, which felt good against my back and ass. My little cock began to stir again, the unresolved urge to start playing with myself again became the most important thing in the world to me. Sitting on the floor, half laying half propped up against the side of a bench seat in the trailer I begain to stroke my cock in earnest. Now hard as ever I began to think about that moment in time again. As I stroked my cock began to ooze pre-cum and my cock got slick and made squishing noises. I slowed for a moment, took a bit of the oozing precum and put it to my lips. Never before had I done anything like that. I've smelled my cum before, but before that point I had never tasted anything that had come out of my cock.
It tasted WONDERFUL, salty and slippery it rolled around in my mouth. I tried to get more but wasn't able to get enough on my finger tip. I thought about how I could get that wonderful stuff into my mouth without wasting any of it. How could I do this... All the while I still stroked my cock trying to make more pre-cum.
I had it! I lay on my back, brought my legs up and over my head and stroke my cock into my mouth. At that time I was young and flexible. My cock wasn't big enough to get to my lips, but I had pretty good aim. I looked up and there was my pale almost hairless cut cock in my face. I began furiously stroking now. I could feel my back bending, my insides churned with excitement when I slowed, noticing a huge drop of clear pre-cum forming at the tip of my cock. I squeezed in a milking fashion watching the clear drop slowly get larger and begin to drop. Eagerly I opened my mouth impatient to taste the warm salty ooze that was coming from my hard cock.
Ever so slowly the drop fell from my rock hard cock and finally into my waiting mouth. Successs! Oh the taste, the feeling and the excitement. This spurred me on. I now wanted to know what my cum tasted like. Again, I had smelled it, played with it but not had I ever thought of trying to eat my own cum.
After a few more drops of pre cum and jerking my cock that incredible feeling began to start to flow through me. It started at my head, a kind of swelling of my brain, down my spine and to my crotch. The area between my asshole and balls began to twitch, stronger than I had felt to this pont. My face contorted into pleasure and desire. A moan escaped my partially open lips. I kept stroking my cock, I could see the purple head get closer to my face.
Then a thought hit me, what if I didn't like it. What if I... It was too late. My cock throbbed, I opened my mouth wide, my eyes open,trying to see what this all looked like. The throbbing started at the base of my cock and I felt the warm fluid course to the head of my cock. My cock exploded, harder than ever before. A jet of hot white cum shot out of the tip of my cock and into my mouth. I closed my lips as the second volly shot out and onto my closed lips, it ran down my chin and onto my neck. Ohh the feelings that were running through my.mind. I quickly swallowed and opend my mouth in an attempt to catch all my hot seed. My cock twiched again and again, my head was swiming, cum was shooting into my mouth, onto my face and then into my eye. I felt a sting and then it felt grainy. I began to panic and moved my leegs. My cock, still throbing and shooting thin streamers of cum all over my upper torso and head was still going. I relaxed a bit and
clamped my fingers down on my cock, stopping the flow of cum. I then moved my cock head over my lips where I released my cock allowing the rest of the cum to flow into my waiting mouth. I then was able to enjoy the taste, the feeling and overal sensation of eating my own hot cum that had just erupted from my cock.
I drained the last drop and relaxed. I was unable to open my left eye, I could feel the cooling cum dripping down my chin and onto my neck. Every once and and while a drip wold fall off of me and onto the floor.
There I lay, in the center of the trailer, covered in my own jizz. My now soft cock was still leaking a small amount. I lay, spread eagle. I can only imagine now what I must have looked like, a cum soaked face and a lithe naked boday laying in the middle of this trailer.
A few moments later, I scooped the cum from ly left eye and licked it off of my fingers. I stood up, shakily, and wanted to know what my face looked like. I walked over to the medium sized mirror on the wall of the trailer and looked. A small cum drenched boy looked back. My left eye had begun to turn red, cum was drying on my face, my forehead and my neck. This is a vision I will never forget. The taste was a bit sour, but something I thought I'd like to try again.
Then began the clean up process. There was no water in the trailer so I got dressed, making sure to watch myself in the mirror. I left the trailer and walked outside to my house. I paused in the warm sun thinking about the cum on my face and smiled. I couldn't wait until my next session.
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Max
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