Masturbation Memories- 13 yrs old
I appreciate the feedback I received from Nifty.org readers encouraging me to continue the true story of my self-exploration. I wanted to tell my story so teens and adults would know that self-love and exploration are a beautiful part of sexual development. As a young man, such stories would have helped me enjoy the moments more and reduce the guilt and embarrassment that sometimes seemed to overwhelm me.
By the start of my 13th year, I had gotten into a daily routine. After the bell signaling the end of the school day, I ran home to my small bedroom. As I closed and locked the door, the stress of the school day began to melt away. I quickly slid out of my shoes and removed my socks, jeans and shirt. Wearing only my tight white briefs, I'd sit on my bed and admire my legs. I'd touch the fine hair and gently trace my hands over my developing leg muscles. At 13, I was nearly 6' tall and my legs were growing stronger. I'd flex my leg muscles admiring how defined they were becoming. I'd rub my hands lightly on my arms, enjoying the tingling sensation of arm hairs responding to soft touch. Then, I'd raise each arm to view the tufts of armpit hair and take in the manly smell of sweat. The scent of my body was changing, and I loved every new smell.
By this time, my dick was begging to be set free from my tight briefs. I'd place a clean tube sock and a jar of Vaseline next to my bed. (I used Vaseline to protect my sensitive dick head as frequent masturbation would leave my dick head red and raw without it.) Putting one hand on each hip, I'd slide my briefs down my long legs, taking care to stretch the elastic band far enough that my hard shaft wasn't trapped. Seeing my uncircumcised 5" dick bounce free below a small patch of brown pubic hair sent shivers down my spine. Just below my shaft, resting between my legs, was a small, hairless, ball sac. I would tug gently on my scrotum in hopes of stretching the skin to make it bigger, faster.
As I lay down on my bed - naked, I spread my legs, running my palm over my dick and balls. I kept running my hand over my package, massaging my cock and balls using different amounts of pressure. As my balls tightened, they seemed to disappear inside me. My hands roamed to my ass, feeling the muscles as I tensed with pleasure.
I placed my fingers at the top of my cock and slowly slid the foreskin back. A beautiful, blood engorged, mushroom-shaped head appeared through the skin. With the sensitive head revealed, I'd run my index finger around the indentation where the head meets the shaft. Tracing the entire base of my mushroom with my finger, and feeling my muscles straining to push even more blood into my hard shaft. I'd pause to massage the opening at the tip of my dick. Precum was readily available and made a delicious after school protein snack. My index finger would slide down fine string of pink skin that led from the opening of my dick to the shaft. Pulses of pleasure throbbed through my cock as I used my finger to massage the sensitive area where the head and shaft met.
With hormones raging, I smoothed Vaseline over the head of my dick and slid the lube down my shaft. I gripped my cock with my right hand, gliding it up and down the length of my shaft while watching the foreskin cover and uncover my dick head with each stroke. Despite wanting to enjoy the feelings as long as possible, the need for immediate sexual release was overwhelming. The rate of my breathing increased with the speed of my hand as I arched my back, thrusting my hips in the air. I moved my hips up and down on the bed as if fucking a lover. I dreamed of losing my virginity and feeling the warmth of another person's wet hole on my shaft. I began feeling pressure and tension building as I struggled to stop the flow of cum in order to continue jacking off as long as possible. I quickly grabbed the tube sock from beside my bed and slid it down my shaft, enjoying the sensation of the soft cotton against my sensitive head. Imagining the sock was a condom, I moved it up and down my shaft. As I felt the pressure in my dick reach the maximum I could stand, I strained as cum exploded from my dick. It felt as though time itself stopped and I existed only in a state of physical and mental pleasure. A place I would remain forever if given the choice. Fighting to hold on to that moment, I tensed my groin muscles to squeeze every drop of cum out of my cock and balls.
As I lay on my bed panting, the state of ecstasy faded. I felt my muscles go from intense sexual tension to relaxation. The type of relaxation that only ejaculation can achieve. I held my cock in my hand as it returned to its flaccid state.
When the sock fell off, I raised it to my nose, smelling the sweet perfume from my balls. (This was the favorite of my new manly scents.) Running my fingers through the pool of cum, I separated my fingers to play with the strands before they began to liquify. I inserted my cum coated fingers into my mouth and used my tongue to clean them. Tasting the juice from my balls, I wondered if cum from other men tasted similarly.
Epilogue:
As a teenager, I remember telling my mother that the reason there were so many of my tube socks in the dirty clothes was that puberty was making my feet sweat and stink. I needed to change them once or twice a day to make sure I didn't walk around with bad smelling feet or get a foot fungus. Little did she know that I was working diligently to determine how many of my tube socks I could get pregnant!
As noted above, this is a true story. If you enjoyed it or have any comments, please contact me at Trek50@protonmail.com.