This true story is fifth in a series that describes my experiences with masturbation while growing up.
At age 16, I worked at my father's gas station as an attendant and mechanic. There was a small room at the back of the mechanic bays where extra parts, like oil and air filters, were stored. Since there was nothing of real value in the room. I found it curious that there was a small sliding bolt lock installed on the inside of the door allowing someone to lock themselves in the room.
My dad's mechanics would periodically take their 15 to 20-minute breaks in the room. On a slow Sunday afternoon, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take a closer look. I started searching the lower shelves, moving dusty air and oil filter boxes. As I moved to the higher shelves, I found a cardboard box with greasy fingerprints on it. When I opened the box, I smiled, it was full of "dirty" magazines with greasy fingerprints on them. There were various issues of Playboy, Hustler, etc.
I began to harden as I thought about the good-looking male mechanics with their hard dicks in their dirty hands jacking off in the small room. I pulled out the Hustler magazine that was on top and turned to the page with the most greasy fingerprints. I figured that was the page the other men jacked off the most to. I rubbed my dick through my Levi jeans as I closed the door and secured it with the sliding lock.
I placed the magazine on a shelf and opened it to the page I'd noticed earlier. There was a picture of a tall skinny naked blond with firm round tits and engorged nipples. She was lying in a lounge chair by a pool and her legs were spread apart. Her pubic hair was shaved and her mound inviting. She gripped her pussy with her hand; her fingers pulling back the folds of her hot box revealing light-pink damp flesh inside. My young cock longed to sink deep into that pussy and feel its warmth and wetness.
Equally exciting was the male that stood next to her. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He had a hard-contoured body. Like the girl, he was naked. His cock was long and thick, and his black pubic hair well-groomed. He stood next to the woman's head with his hard dick pointed toward her open mouth. His dick was close to her lips as she waited for him to slide his manhood into her throat.
I unzipped my jeans and maneuvered my underwear until my hard dick bounced free. The head of my uncut cock was completely exposed as I wrapped my hand around it. I placed my other hand on my sac and pulled gently on my balls. My greasy hand pumped my hard dick as I imagined plunging my cock into the soft, warm, welcoming pussy. I also imagined the dark-haired male sliding his hard cock into my mouth. He moaned gently as the head of his dick touched the back of my throat. I was fucking her while he fucked my mouth! My mouth hung open, ready for cock, as my hand slid out, over the head of my shaft, and then back down to the base. I gripped my dick tightly like I imagined her pussy would be. In only a few moments, my knees went weak as cum shot across the room.
I licked the thick cum off my dirty hands and used the rag that always hung from my back pocket to dry them. I also cleaned the remaining spots of cum off the floor. I placed the magazine back in the box and returned everything to its proper place. As I left the small room, I thought about the other men who had shot their loads there. I smiled thinking about my greasy fingerprints that, like a rite of manhood, were added to the magazine with the other men. I knew I would be spending a lot of time in that small room as I added more of my fingerprints to the magazines and more cum to the floor!
I continued to explore my sexuality playing the roles expected of me. My girlfriend's name was Mary. She had beautiful brown hair and soft breasts that I loved, kissed, sucked, caressed and admired. She was visiting me at home one Saturday afternoon. As we sat on the couch watching TV, she suggested that we stretch out and spoon one another. I spread out on the couch first and she laid down in front of me. I placed my arm around her. As we spooned, I felt the warmth of her body and longed to undo her bra and slide my hand under her shirt, as I had done many times when we were alone. She hadn't allowed me to go any further, yet. My mom was in the next room, so any erotic touch was out of the question.
Lying next to her, I began to feel that familiar stirring sensation as my underwear tightened. I inched my hips backward to prevent my growing hard-on from poking Mary in the back. My ass sank into the couch cushion as I tried to avoid embarrassment. Quickly, I ran out of room and felt the tip of my cock press against her back through my shorts and underwear. The thought of my hard cock so close to her body just engorged it more. Innocently, Mary turned her head toward me and asked, "Do you have a marker in your pocket?" My face was as red as the head of my dick as I placed my lips next to Mary's ear and whispered, "That's not a marker. I'm sorry. I can't help it." In an instant, her facial expression changed, and she turned redder than me. I assured her that it would go away in a little while.
I lied. As I lay there with my hard dick so close to her young perfect body, my dick refused to back off. After a second thirty-minute TV show, I felt a dull ache from my balls. I knew the feeling from making out with Mary. Pressure was building and there was only one way to relieve it.
I've always made a lot of pre-cum that lubricates my uncut cock. I love the taste and how it glistens on the head of my hard dick. If my erections lasted too long, I could get pre-cum spots on my shorts or pants that were difficult to explain. I knew my embarrassment would get much worse if I developed a wet spot on the front of my light tan shorts. I had to do something.
I whispered to Mary that I needed to go to the restroom and that should help resolve the situation. As I stood up from the couch, her attention was clearly on the bulge in my pants. She smiled as her gaze traveled from my throbbing crotch to my face. My bedroom was right next to the bathroom. As soon as I was out of view, I went directly to my room, closed and locked the door. I laid down on my bed and slid my shorts and underwear down, revealing my young hard dick. There was wet and dry pre-cum in my underwear and I licked off what I could. I ran my fingers across the tip of my dick, and it jumped at the soft touch. I knew I didn't have much time before Mary wondered about me. I began pumping my cock as fast as I could and in just a couple of minutes, my dick shot more cum than I'd ever seen. I was over 6 feet tall and cum shot over my head and hit the wall directly behind my bed. There was cum in my hair, on my face, and down my chest. Cum also oozed down the side of my dick pooling against my balls. I laid on my bed stunned by the volume of cum and the distance it had traveled. I used a clean t-shirt to wipe the cum from my head, chest, and softening cock; stopping periodically to feed.
I pulled up my underwear and pants, got a washcloth, and headed to the bathroom. I used a wet washcloth to clean my face, chest and flaccid dick. Once I was done, I knew what had to "cum" next. I returned to Mary and knelt in front of the couch. I gently held her face in my hands as I French kissed her deeply. I thought of the cum I had just enjoyed and knew that some of it was being shared with her. I could still taste the cum and wondered if she could taste it, too. As I continued to kiss her, I felt my dick begin to stir and wished that I had put on a jock while in my bedroom.
Upon returning to my bedroom later that day, I saw the dried remains of cum on the dark paneling behind the headboard of my bed. I got a wet washcloth and scrubbed the stain; however, the cum permanently lightened the paneling where it had dried. For years afterwards, every time I saw that stain, I remembered the amazing feeling of so much cum shooting from my dick and feeding Mary my cum. When I was 30, my mother sold that home. I wanted to cut out that section of paneling to keep as a memento; however, I had no idea how to explain the importance of that stain to my mom.
As noted above, this is a true story. If you enjoyed it or have any comments, please let me know. Trek50@protonmail.com.