Masturbation Memories -- 15 yrs old
This true story is fourth in a series that describes my experiences with masturbation while growing up.
At 15, I was proud of my physical development. Light blond peach fuzz covered my face and I was 6'3" tall. My legs were long, lean and noticeably hairy. I was so proud when others commented about the physical changes. Mom would remind me that I would have to start shaving soon and friends and family would comment about my hairy arms and legs. I enjoyed not being the only one noticing my changing body.
One hot Saturday afternoon, I was at home and totally board. We didn't have air conditioning, so the windows were open, and the fans weren't helping much. I told mom that I was going to my room to lay down for a few minutes. I had grown several inches taller in the past year and required a lot of sleep. Once in my room, I removed my shirt and shorts and laid on top of my bedspread in my white briefs. I could feel the air from my fan tickling the hair on my skin as it flowed across my nearly naked body. My body responded instantly. I felt movement in my underwear as my dick began to rise from its resting position against my ball sac. I looked down and admired the outline of my cock as it filled with blood. I watched the wrinkles on the front of my underwear smooth as my cock pressed harder and harder against my briefs.
Sliding my underwear down, I could feel the air from the fan flowing over my hard cock and balls. Chill bumps covered my body. I turned so that more of the air from the fan was focused on my package. The chill bumps remained as the moving air encountered my sweaty balls. If a fan felt this good, I could only imagine how great a blowjob must feel. I closed my eyes and bathed in the sensations.
After a few relaxing minutes, I opened my eyes and bent my knees. Spreading my legs apart, I admired my ball sac. It was fully extended due to the heat of the day. I placed my scrotum in the palm of my hand and admired the size. I wished my sac would remain that big all the time. Gripping my cock, I began to slowly pump my 5" cock, enjoying the sensation of my foreskin sliding up and down. As I watched my hand pleasuring my hard dick, my mother opened the door to my room. Between my legs, I could see my erect dick and my mom's face. She carried a laundry basket with my clean clothes. I literally froze with my hand gripping my hard cock in mid-stroke. The look on mom's face was a cross between startled and shocked. Thankfully, it was a look I never saw again. Mom sat the clothes basket on the end of my bed and closed door as she walked out.
The moment was lost. My dick deflated like a balloon. I could never look mom in the face again. She had seen me masturbating. She knew what my cock and ball sac looked like. If one could die from embarrassment, I was dying on that bed. The coroner would arrive to find me red from embarrassment, naked, and flaccid. The cause of death would be listed as extreme embarrassment from being caught masturbating by loving mother. While never leaving my room was the preferred option, after 30 minutes of terrifying anxiety, I realized I eventually had to face my mom. I dressed myself, opened the door, and went directly to the bathroom to pee. Leaving the bathroom, I heard my mom watching television in the next room. I walked straight to the couch, sat down, and stared at the television. I had managed to avoid looking at my mom. After a few minutes of awkward silence, my mother said, "as you get older, it is important to remember to lock your door." Those were the only words ever spoken between us regarding the incident, and my mother never again opened the door to my room without knocking.
I was actively involved in Boy Scouts and camping was my favorite outdoor activity. Each summer, I went to a scout camp named Chief Logan in Southern Ohio. This year was different. I was starting the counselor-in-training program that would permit me to become a paid counselor when I was old enough. I was excited about spending two weeks at camp; however, I knew it would greatly reduce the amount of time I had to pleasure myself. Due to the buddy principle, scouts were always paired with another scout for safety reasons. I had to share a tent, shower, hike, etc., with another scout. I was sure my balls would be as blue as robin eggs by the end camp.
By the third day of camp, I could think of nothing except jacking off. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't release juice from my balls. Knowing the only privacy was in the latrine, I sat on the toilet seat covering the dark hole in the ground and winced at the putrid smell. Fortunately, there was a slight breeze and the wall surrounding the latrine had several inches of open space at the bottom. After sitting, I slid my scout pants, along with my underwear, down to my feet. My dick sprang free, hard with anticipation. My balls felt heavy and my sac hung low in the heat of the day. I pulled my scout shirt up so cum wouldn't stain it. Extending my legs, I began rubbing my hands over my package. Massaging my balls with one hand and jerking my dick with the other. My cock was sensitive due to the lack of attention. I squirmed as my body responded to the pleasure coming from my crotch. In only a few moments, I felt that familiar pressure building. I saw my balls pulling tighter to my body as their juice was primed for release. I closed my eyes and felt my penis tightening and releasing as cum shot from my young cock. The first eruption hit my chin and left a broken string of cum from my penis to my face. I used a finger to transfer the pool of cum from my chin to my mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of my manly juice. Using toilet paper, I dealt with any remaining evidence of my activity, except for the stains on my scout shirt. I should have removed my scout shirt, but I hadn't expected cum to shoot so far. After leaving the latrine, I returned to my tent to lay on my cot and bask in the afterglow.
A few minutes later, Aaron, another scout in our troop, came into my tent and sat on the cot next to mine. In a low voice he said, "I saw your legs moving below the walls of the latrine and know that you were jacking off." I turned a bright shade of red and stated adamantly that "my stomach was upset and I wasn't jerking off in the latrine." Arron simply stood up, looked me in the eye, smiled, and left the tent. I was too embarrassed to tell the truth and knew that my private time hadn't been as private as I thought. As I looked down, I saw the cum stains on my scout shirt and was sure Aaron had seen them, too.
Several days without masturbating went by slowly... One week into my camping experience, I had to find a way to release the pressure from my balls again. It was a hot afternoon and we were practicing archery in an open field. I had forgotten my canteen and asked the archery counselor if I could quickly run back to the campsite to get it. He replied, "sure." I was surprised that he didn't mention another scout accompanying me. I walked back to our campsite which was in a grove of tall pine trees. The tents were shaded, and the smell of pine was always present. Realizing my opportunity, I grabbed my canteen and walked deeper into the pine forest. I eventually came to a small clearing where the sun's rays broke through the canopy of pine. Feeling the warmth, I paused and leaned against a thick pine tree. As I stood there, I moved my hands slowly down my body to my crotch. I grabbed my dick and balls through my shorts and held them firm with one hand, enjoying a hand full of manhood. I unzipped my fly and opened the front of my briefs to permit my semi-hard dick to escape. My cock was pointing north like a compass. I unclasped the metal belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the ground. Next, I put a hand on each hip sliding my underwear down. My hard dick was pulled back through the front hole in my briefs and, once free, bounced upward begging for my attention.
I could feel the sun's warmth on my cock and balls and the slight breeze gave me chill bumps. I had never been naked outdoors. I couldn't believe how free I felt. I began fucking my fist; thrusting my hips to shove my cock through the hole I created with my hand. My hand was wet with pre-cum and the lube eased my hard cock through my fist. The speed of my breathing increased as I fucked my hand. My dick erupted and I saw the cum glistening as it shot through the air landing on the pine needles covering the ground. My knees were weak as I leaned against the tree. My hand still gripping my dick as remnants of cum dripped to the ground.
During my remaining time at scout camp, I found many reasons to revisit this tree. Eventually, I found the nerve to take all my clothes off and place them on the pine needles. Laying naked and exposed on top of my clothes, I would thrust my young hard cock in the air, feeling my balls bounce freely, and masturbate until cum sprayed my chest. Afterward, I would bask in the heat of the sun and feel the warm breeze on my dick and balls. Turning over, I would expose my ass to the warmth and the sensual breeze would caress it.
Jacking off while naked in the woods became one of my favorite ways to masturbate. My only regret is that they didn't have a Boy Scout merit badge for it. If they had, I'm sure I could have achieved Eagle Scout status in record time.
As noted above, this is a true story. If you enjoyed it or have any comments, please let me know. Trek50@protonmail.com.