Diddlin’

Guided Masturbation Stories


Diddlin’    by Mr. E, 1998

Later, the older girl got me alone in her bedroom and said “I know you got a boner when we had your pants down. Did you get turned on?” Well, it’s impossible for a functioning male to hide arousal, so I admitted to her I got really turned on.

I was about 12 or 13 years old and in my neighborhood we were all very friendly. The boys and girls would play together. We’d play war, cops and robbers, and even set up house together (to satisfy the wants of the girls), “marrying” each other, etc. This set up some low level sexual encounters such as kissing, petting and some fingering — but always one-on-one. 

One time, we had set up a “house” where I was the “son” of an older girl (she was about 14, and 1 or 2 year’s difference is quite a lot for young people) while the other “girls” were my “sisters.”

Well, it so happened that the older girl wanted to pretend to punish me and had me sit in the corner, etc. Then she wanted to spank me over her knee. I protested mildly but the other girls were cheering her on. It started out good-naturedly at first, but then she started doing it harder and harder.

“Hey!” I said. But the other girls said to take my pants down. While a couple of them pinned my arms, my trousers were unbuttoned, unzipped and taken down below my behind.

It was at this point that I started to get turned on. I was protesting with my mouth, but my “little head” was doing all the thinking at this point. It had acquired a life of its own and had become hard as a rock. Now a couple of these girls had already seen — and even felt — my penis while we were fooling around. But this was different. They were all here at the same time, and they all had their clothes on.

Anyway, the punishment stopped and I put on a show that I didn’t like what they had done, etc.

Later, the older girl got me alone in her bedroom and said “I know you got a boner when we had your pants down. Did you get turned on?” Well, it’s impossible for a functioning male to hide arousal, so I admitted to her I got really turned on.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve heard that it’s bad for a boy to get turned on and not be able to spurt. It’s called ‘prick tease.'”

I didn’t correct her use of the term because at this point my head was swimming in an air of unreality. I couldn’t believe this older girl was discussing sex in front of me.

“Undo your pants,” she said. “I’ll make you spurt off so you don’t get ‘prick tease.'”

I protested automatically but it was half-hearted. She insisted. “Take your thing out and let me do it to you or I’ll give you a real spanking and I’ll tell the other girls!”

This was so embarassing. I was “showing” mine but she wasn’t going to show hers. But I was also aroused to the point that I was not thinking rationally anymore.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and took my now rock-hard cock out. Precum was dripping off the end. She was fascinated by it. I guess she had heard about this from other girls but had never seen one up close. She pulled my pants down around my knees, encircled my cock with her fist and began jerking me off.

I started to reach to feel her breasts, but she slapped my hand away and said, “Don’t touch!” Then she started jerking me again.

“Oh, you’re such a naughty boy to get a such a big boner in front of me. Are you going to spurt for me?”

Then, with her free hand, she began administering swats. “Spurt for me!” she commanded.

And I did. Jets and jets of cum spewed out, all over her hands, arms and even onto her lap and the carpet. I think it’s the most I’ve ever cum in my whole life.

She didn’t complain or anything about getting messed up. All she said was “Gosh, that was fast.”

Yes it was.

— Mr. E

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