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I love to play with my cock, and love showing off too. I have been a keen masturbator since I was a young boy, and have wanked off in many different places, solo and sometimes with other guys too. I decided to write about some of my different experiences, all true. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope they get you hard. Feel free to email me and let me know what you think, or share your own experiences.
Playing with myself: the Beginning
I first started to play with my little penis as a very young boy, and by 7 or 8 years old was regularly rubbing myself by laying face down on the floor or on my bed, arms at my sides, with my hands tucked underneath my crotch, palms facing up, so that my two thumbs were either side of my penis. Then I would rock back and forth on my hands as my penis rubbed between my thumbs. I did not know what I was doing or why I did this, it just felt good. Eventually my parents would catch me doing this and tell me to stop, so I figured out it was naughty for some reason and then it became a secret activity.
When I was 10 I started having wet dreams. I would wake up with this white stuff dried all over my little knob, and I had no idea what it was. Then one day I was rocking on my thumbs, thinking about one of my buddies at school, imagining he had fallen in the river and I had rescued him and his clothes were all wet so I had to help him take them off, and then he was naked.....and suddenly I had this weird, intense feeling I never had before, it felt very good but scary, and then my penis exploded! I thought at first I was peeing very hard all over the bed, but then I saw it was the white stuff! Finally I figured out what had happened, and I never looked back, I masturbated constantly throughout my teens and have continued jacking off regularly without inhibitions as an adult. I did learn to do it without lying on my thumbs though!
I quickly found that I liked wanking in front of a mirror, and that I had an underwear fetish and liked masturbating in my undies, also that I loved to get naked out in the woods and wank, all interests that continued from boyhood to the present day. I used to sneak my Dad's underwear from his drawer and parade around my bedroom in them, masturbating. I also used to hike back into the woods and get naked and spend hours playing with myself in the great outdoors. I would wank in as many different places as I could, in all the rooms of the house when the family was out, in the car, in the school washrooms, in store changing rooms. Even when I got older and started having sex with women, and later with men, masturbation remained a major hobby for me.
Beating off at the beach
A number of years ago I was at the beach by myself on a hot, sunny day, and as is usual, I was thinking of sex. The beach was in California, and there were some hot looking young guys around, quite a few of them wearing Speedos. I was wearing a pair of baggy swim shorts, one size too big for me really, and I had ripped the mesh pockets so that when I put my hands in them I could reach deep inside the shorts. I was wearing nothing underneath, and the shorts had no lining so I could easily fondle my dick as I walked along the beach, hands in my pockets, checking out the dudes. The shorts were baggy enough to hide my boner, and my wrap-around sunglasses hid the direction I was staring. I spent some time walking up and down the beach slowly stroking my penis, looking at the hot dudes lying in the sun. I could rub my dick with both hands as I walked, and rub my fingertip around my dick- head, playing with the sensitive underside, and even tug on my balls, as long as I kept my hand movements small.
After a while I was getting pretty worked up, and I wanted to stroke my throbbing member more vigorously. I walked out into the ocean. I waded out until I was chest deep, the water up to my nipples, then I slipped my shorts down around my ankles, grabbed my cock in one hand, and started wanking with big, long strokes underwater. The feeling of being naked in the warm saltwater was very liberating and sexy, I liked the feel of the warm water on my cock, and the way my balls sort of floated around. I stared at the guys back on shore as I beat off. I beat my meat till I was almost ready to cum, then I stopped. I pulled my shorts up, paused to catch my breath, then waded back ashore.
On the beach I dried off with my towel, then pretended to change into dry shorts with the towel wrapped around me, but really I just pulled my wet shorts off. Then I lay down naked on my belly on the beach, with the towel draped loosely over my ass and my thighs. No-one could tell I was nude under the towel. My raging boner was pressed hard against the hot sand. I raised myself up on my elbows and stared at a dude in a black Speedo laying in a lounge chair not far from me. I imagined caressing his bulging Speedo, feeling the bulge grow, feeling his cock harden through the shiny lycra. I rocked a little on the sand as I thought about this, rubbing my hard cock against the beach, much like I used to rock on my palms on my bed as a little boy. I imagined kissing and licking the front of that bulging Speedo, sucking his balls through the lycra, then hooking my thumbs under the waistband and pulling the Speedo down, his big, hard cock springing free. I rubbed myself hard, against the beach harder, harder. Suddenly my legs trembled, my buttocks tightened, my ass clenched, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I stifled a cry as I climaxed, and shot stream after stream of spunk between my belly and the beach. Oh fuck, did that feel good! I collapsed and snuggled into the warm sand. People were walking all around me, chatting, oblivious to the fact that I had just shot my load in the middle of a crowded public beach!
Mile High Masturbator
I am a businessman now, and travel often. I was on a long distance red eye flight recently, the cabin lights were dimmed, and most of the passengers were trying to sleep. I pulled the thin airline blanket over me and closed my eyes, but I was not feeling sleepy, I was feeling horny as hell. I reclined my seat and reached under the blanket with my right hand, I slid my hand down to my crotch and started rubbing fondling myself through my jeans. First I caressed my balls, gently and slowly pressing and rubbing them as I pictured the muscular young GI who had boarded the plane just ahead of me. I moved my hand up a little and caressed the outline of my penis through the rough denim. Soon I had a full blown erection. I stroked my dick through the fabric of my jeans, squeezing and rubbing it, as I imagined what that young GI looked like under his uniform, his muscular body revealed as I peeled his uniform off. I felt sticky drops of pre-cum leaking into my briefs as I played with myself. I quietly unzipped my jeans, moving my arm as little as possible, reached into my fly, into my briefs, and pulled my dick out. My sticky dick-head rubbed against the underside of the blanket. I gripped my shaft in my fist and squeezed. But I could not masturbate properly sitting here, with just a thin blanket for cover. Quickly I tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped back up. Pulled the blanked off, stood up, and made my way to the back of the plane.
The bathrooms were empty, and I quickly slid into one and locked the door. As soon as I was inside I pulled my shirt off, kicked my shoes off, tugged my socks off too, and then ripped down my jeans. I stood in that tiny space stripped to my briefs, looking at myself in the mirror, admiring the big tent in the pouch of my undies. I stroked myself through my undies and the wet patch on the front got bigger. I After jerking off in my briefs for a couple of minutes I yanked them down and kicked them off, and stood there buck naked. I leant back against the wall and thrust my hips forward, my hard cock sticking straight up in the air. I grabbed my aching cock and started pounding it. The airplane bucked and heaved a little to remind me that we were up in the air; I was naked and wanking at 30,000 feet!
I stroked my throbbing cock faster and faster, harder and harder, with my right hand, and I grabbed my balls with my left hand and squeezed them. I thought about the GI again and imagined him naked in the bathroom with me, imagined his big cock in my mouth. I wanked furiously now, my fist flying up and down my shaft till suddenly my toes curled and my back arched and I had a fantastic orgasm, and shot a big load of cum, which I caught in my left hand. I lifted the handful of hot jizz up to my lips and licked some of it up, imagining it belonged to that GI. Then I quickly washed the rest of it away in the tiny sink, wiped my dripping knob on some tissues, and pulled my clothes back on.
When I opened the bathroom door there was a guy waiting outside. Was he looking at me funny? Did I make moaning noises that he heard? Did he figure out what I was doing in there? I smiled inwardly, so what? I would never see him again. I went back to my seat, pulled the blanked back over me, and fell into a contented sleep.