Onania . Org/asm

A story from the Net

Thanks to all readers of the first four installments, especially those of you who responded with compliments, questions, and best of all, stories of your own. As I read your messages of appreciation and descriptions of similar experience, I let my imagination carry me back to the wonder and newness of early adolescence, re-experiencing the shocked and secret thrill I felt at that age whenever I got the slightest hint that I might not be the only boy with these secret sexy feelings.

In this fifth installment, I’ll answer one of the interesting questions asked by readers, and go into some more detail about how I went from being a shy, curious sixth grader to a junior high solo-sex virtuoso, and how, in the school yearbook of my dreams, I might have been listed as:

I was a very horny 12 year old. The summer after 6th grade, my mom and I went on vacation for a week in July. We stayed at a Holiday Inn near the beach. When we got there it was really busy with people checking in so I went to wait on a couch in the lobby while my mom stood in line. It took about half an hour to get our keys, during which time I had my first orgasm in a public place, one of many I would have at that hotel!

I was wearing a t-shirt and a new pair of running shorts. The shorts were red, fairly tight fitting and made of silky nylon material with an equally silky lining that gave me an erection every time I wore them. The feel reminded me of my first pair of speedos, which I had gotten about a month before.

As I sat back and relaxed on the couch, my 12 year old cock slid to full erection inside my silky shorts. I liked how it looked in them, a bulge that came up to the waist band and showed clearly through the shiny nylon. After looking at it for a few seconds, I pulled my t-shirt down a bit to hide it from the crowd over by the front desk.

There were some magazines by the couch so I looked through them and pulled out a couple issues of Boys Life. As I looked through them I found one with a big section on scouting in Australia, including quite a few pictures of boys my age wearing speedos! That made me get even more excited, and I decided to get more comfortable and lay on my stomach on the couch. The cushion had a soft velour cover and felt nice on my boner through the silky fabric.

A couple of the pictures really turned me on a lot - one was a boy about my age in light blue speedos in the water, climbing onto a big inner tube. The wet suit clung to his butt, thin, almost transparent. He looked like he was humping the inner tube, flexing his butt with his legs hanging down towards the water. The other shot was a guy a couple years older lying on his back on an air matress. He had speedos on too, and though he wasn’t hard, it looked like he was starting to get that way. I bet a couple minutes after the picture he switched to the same position I was in on the couch, enjoying the sexy feeling as his hardon rubbed on the wet cushion through his suit.

I was really starting to feel good squirming on the couch but I knew I couldn’t just go for it like I did in my room. If my butt was totally wiggling up and down people would probably notice. My feet were down by the arm of the couch, so I started pushing and relaxing with my toes with my knees spread apart a little, making myself rub up and down very slowly on the cushion. I had myself in the perfect postion. My running shorts were clinging to the cushion a little, so when I slid down they got real tight on my balls, and sliding in either direction felt awesome on my boner, so silky and slippery. It was hard to keep from speeding up. Every now and then I would pretend to shift postion on the couch so I could hump a little faster for a second.

Something else was exciting me too. I had never done anything so sneaky! The idea of doing this where people could see me but not realize what I was doing made the feeling stronger than ever. I checked every now and then and no one was ever looking in my direction. I kept going really slow, but started sliding a little further up and down, and pushing down harder into the cushion, pretending the boy in the picture was doing that to the inner tube. Suddenly, there was that feeling, like I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, like there was nothing else in the world but my boner. I came and came into my running shorts, my boner sliding on the silky nylon which became even slipperier with my spurting cum. I pushed down into the couch and trying not to wiggle too much or make any moaning sounds. I know I wiggled some and was breathing hard, but when I looked around after, no one seemed to have noticed. I had gotten away with it!

In a while my mom was done checking in and we went up to our rooms. Luckily my t-shirt was long enough to hide the wet spot on my shorts. As an excuse to rinse them out, I went swimming in them later.

I’ll write more about my vacation later.

Devin

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This is the second part of my story about when my mom and I went on vacation . It was the summer after 6th grade, two months after I turned 12. We stayed at a Holiday Inn near the beach.

A month before, when school let out for summer, I had gotten my first pair of speedos. A boy in my class had worn them for swimming in P.E., and I wanted a pair from the first time I saw them. I imagined how the tight silky cloth would feel and I couldn’t wait to try one on. I got a boner every time I thought about wearing them, and when I walked into the sporting goods store to get my first pair, I was totally hard in my pants! When I put them on I couldn’t believe how sexy they felt. Anyway, I’ll save the day I got my first speedos for a separate story.

We went down to the pool the morning after our first night, an hour or so after breakfast. It was my first time wearing my new speedos someplace public. They were size 28 with blue and white stripes. My boner showed clearly through the shiny cloth. The bulge came right up to the waist band. I had the strings tied, but I left them outside my suit because they felt uncomfortable if I tucked them inside next to my boner.

Before I went outside, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and checked myself out. I was a skinny kid with very fair skin, a mop of dark brown hair and a face that made people say I looked like an elf sometimes. The hotel had cool mirrors that let you see yourself from all sides. I watched myself as I ran my hands all over the suit, enjoying the sensation of feeling my hips, butt and boner through the slippery material.

As we went down to the pool, I walked a ways in front of my mom to avoid letting her see. I was carrying a plastic air matress for swimming around on, and a big towel which I draped over my shoulder so it partly covered the front of my suit.

The pool wasn’t too crowded, just a couple of kids in the shallow end and their parents on lounge chairs. My mom picked a spot far enough away from the pool so she wouldn’t get splashed while she worked on her tan. I put my towel on a chair right next to the edge down by the deep end so I could get to it quickly and not have to walk past a bunch of people with my wet speedos clinging to my boner. Then I put my air matress down at the edge of the pool and slipped into the cool water.

Swimming in speedos felt so sexy! It was almost like wearing nothing only better because they were so silky and tight against my boner. I tried swimming different strokes and decided the breast stroke felt sexiest because of frog kicking - moving my legs up and down, apart and together, sort of like humping the water. The water moving over them felt great. After doing that for a while I hung on the edge of the pool and stroked my boner through the front of my suit. The wet lining clung to my hardon and the silky outer layer rubbed over it. It felt awesome!

I decided it was time to try out the air matress before the pool got too crowded. My mom had bought it for me right before our trip. When I asked for it I had more in mind than just swimming around on it. I thought maybe it would feel good to lie on it in my speedos. As I climbed up onto it I found I had guessed right - for one thing, the plastic was very slippery when it got wet. Another thing was the way it was made, with long narrow air pockets that went from one end to the other. There was an indentation right in the middle, between two of the air pockets, and my boner ended up right between them. It felt way sexier than I had imagined it might! I immediately tried humping on it a little. The slippery plastic cushion and my wet, silky suit was definitely a great new feeling.

The air matress had sort of a pillow at the front end for resting your head. What I did was rest my elbows on the head cushion so my head and shoulders were held up, then I spread my legs real wide so my feet were in the water enough to frog kick. Having the air matress squeezed between my legs like that and moving my legs apart and together made my butt go up and down. It was great! All I was doing was swimming around the pool like that - it didn’t matter if people saw my butt going up and down because thats what happened when I kicked my feet. No one would know I was really doing. It was like what I did the day before in the hotel lobby, only even more exciting and sneaky. I didn’t have to go slow or try to hide it, I could just swim faster or slower to make my boner rub faster or slower through the thin wet nylon. I could hump at the same time too and make my butt wiggle even more. I could even breathe hard, everyone would just think I was just kicking harder, trying to go as fast as I could.

I went back and forth across the deep end like that for a little while, going slower, then faster, experimenting with the feel, adjusting the front of my suit so it felt just right on me. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times to see how my butt looked in the suit. The wet nylon totally clung to it, and little creases formed and dissappeared as I flexed and relaxed on the cushion. The material was just one thin layer except for a small piece in the front, so most of the white stripes had turned semi transparent when they got wet, and I could see my skin through them. Knowing how it looked made me even more turned on, and I imagined how cool it would be to see another boy doing what I was doing.

I had the deep end to myself, and I kept going back and forth from one side to the other. It was getting so I would almost be spurting, but then I would get to the other side of the pool and have to stop and turn myself around. Then I had an idea. I would go down to the shallow end, then swim back to the deep end and try to do it just right so I would cum right when I got there.

It worked out nicely, although I had to stop once in the shallow end to keep from cumming too soon. Even though I had a great cover for what I was really up to, I still didn’t want to have anyone right next to me when I got that awesome feeling. After floating quietly for a minute, I was ready to start on my way back to the deep end.

I pushed off the edge of the pool with my feet, then spread my legs wide and started to frog kick, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up as I went. By the time I was half way to the deep end, I had settled into a nice rhythm of about one kick every second. I figured I was far enough away from everyone, so I started to hump more as I kicked, and soon I was going hard and fast enough so my legs would occasionally make a rubbery squeeking sound against the wet plastic. The feeling was coming fast, and I was breathing really hard. Then, about ten feet from the edge of the pool, it happened - I gripped the air matress tightly, my eyes closed, my legs thrashing and stiffening. My boner felt totally huge and throbbing as spurt after spurt of hot slippery cum shot into my tight, wet nylon swimsuit.

I was glad I was far enough away and facing the opposite direction from everyone, because if someone saw my total orgasmic expression or heard the little moaning sounds I couldn’t help making, they might have finally guessed I was doing more than just swimming!

When it was over, I continued to lay on my stomach on the floating cushion, resting my head on the pillow and paddling around slowly with my hands, catching my breath. Later, as I swam around without the air matress, I made sure I got all the cum rinsed out of the front of my suit - even the strings had gotten slippery with it!

After a while, my mom called me from the other end of the pool - it was time to go back to our rooms and get ready for our day’s outing. As I climbed out of the water, I was immediately aware of how the thin wet nylon was clinging to me. I was semi hard, and quickly became rock hard again. I was glad I had my towel close by, and I wrapped it around me as we went up to our rooms.

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This is the third of my stories about my summer vacation when I was 12. As soon as school let out for summer, I got my first speedo swimsuit. I had wanted one for a long time. A boy in my class named Adam had worn one with green and white stripes for swimming in P.E., and I loved how the thin, shiny material looked on him. I imagined how tight and silky they must feel. When my mom took me shopping for summer clothes, I decided to look for a swimsuit just like his.

For about the last year or so, whenever my mom and I went shopping, she would give me some money and let me go pick out certain things on my own, usually things that I couldn’t mess up too bad like a sweater or t-shirts. For other stuff she was there to make sure I got the size right and so forth. Anyway, on this trip to the mall I asked if I could pick out my new swimsuit and some other things myself and she said ok. She went off to shop for herself while I went searching for my first speedos.

Usually I just got my swimsuit at whatever department store we bought everything else, so that’s where I tried first. I looked and looked all over the boys department but I didn’t see any, and when I asked the lady at the counter if they had speedo swimsuits, she had never even heard of them. I said “the suits like they wear on swim teams”, and she told me to try the sporting goods store at the other end of the mall.

I looked up the sporting goods store on the directory and made my way through the mall. I was pretty excited - I had been kind of turned on all morning with the anticipation of finally getting a swimsuit like Adam’s, and as I got closer and closer to the store that was supposed to have them, I was getting harder and harder. By the time I walked in the door of the shop, I was totally hard, sticking straight up in my pants. I had on a pair of light blue levis cords that fit pretty tight, and they felt nice on me as I walked.

It took a minute to find where the speedo suits were because they weren’t on hangers like the other swimsuits. They were in little thin boxes on shelves against the wall at the back of the store . After making sure it was ok to try them on, I opened up a few boxes and looked for a suit to try. My excitement grew even further as I pulled the first speedos from the box and felt the silky nylon sliding over my fingers. I held a couple of pairs up to me and size 28 looked closest, so I looked for size 28 with green and white stripes. They didn’t have any, but they did have some with blue and white stripes, so I took those and some plain red ones into the fitting room.

As I reached down to unzip my tight corduroy pants, I noticed how much my boner showed in them. I was glad I had on a t-shirt long enough to partially hide the front of my pants. Then I took off my underpants and slipped on the striped speedos. WOW! They were so silky on me! And they fit perfect, nice and tight just the way Adam’s looked on him. I just stood there looking in the mirror, running my hands all over them, feeling my hips, butt and boner through them. I had never felt anything so sexy in my life. I wondered how any boy could possibly put on this type of suit without getting an instant boner!

I tried on lots of different colors, and though several others looked cool and felt just as awesome, I decided on the blue and white striped ones. I wished they had the green and white, but there was no way I wanted to wait and get them later. I paid for them and walked out of the store, still totally hard in my pants.

We got home from clothes shopping around mid afternoon, and after my mom got done cutting labels off everything, she went to back out to the grocery store, telling me to stick around to help carry stuff. I immediately went to my room and put on my new suit. I couldn’t wait to try them out, and I had a little plastic pool in the back yard so I could at least see how they looked and felt when they got wet.

As I looked at myself in the mirror some more, I noticed how my boner totally showed in my new suit. It came up to the waist band, and the strings were tied in a bow that rested right on the end of the bulge. The thin shiny nylon sort of caught the light, and even when I got as far away from the mirror as I could, I could totally see my boner in them. Especially from the side. How would I ever wear them anyplace public?

Anyway, here’s what happened next. During the last couple of months I had discovered a fun thing to do. I would get on my bed and put the end of my blanket over my pillow and slide up and down on it. The blanket had a wide strip of silky cloth on the ends of it. I would put that silky part over my pillow end to end, then get on my pillow and line my boner up with that strip and slide up and down. It felt really good, in fact lately it had started to feel incredible, and there would be a little slippery spot on it after. While I did it, I always pretended I was wearing speedos, or that I was my friend Adam and he was wearing his. So, here I was with REAL speedos on. I climbed on my bed and got up on my pillow and started to slide up and down in my new suit.

It was WAY better than the other way - the tight silky feel of the suit on my hips and butt was even sexier than being naked, and no matter how I moved, my boner was rubbing on the silkiest cloth I ever felt. It was so good. As I went faster up and down I closed my eyes and pretended my pillow was Adam, and pictured us on my bed, both wearing our striped speedos with our butts wiggling around and our boners rubbing on each other through the material. Pretty soon I got that feeling, the strongest I had ever felt it. I could actually feel my cum spurting along with the throbby feeling I had been getting more and more lately. When I got up off my bed, I saw I had a noticeable wet spot near the waistband.

I was glad I was home by myself. I went out in the yard and turned the sprinklers on and let myself get good and wet. Soon the thin silky fabric was drenched and clinging to me. The suit felt great in a whole new way that made me get fully hard again in no time. My boner showed even more than when they were dry! I let my hands roam all over the clingy wet nylon, feeling the slipperiness from before rinse away with some help from my fingers. After a bit, I went and slipped into my little plastic pool.

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As gave my new speedos a quick rinse in the bathroom sink and lovingly hung them up to dry, I was already looking forward to my next chance to put them on. As it turned out, I wore them a lot more that summer, and had lots of fun in them through junior high and high school too.

More stories to come! Please feel free to e-mail me your stories too - I’d love to hear similar experiences.

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This is the fourth installment in my series about my boyhood experiences with speedo swimsuits. In the first three chapters, I described the day I got my first pair of speedos, and some fun experiences I had with them during summer vacation when I was twelve years old. The following chapter is about a couple of speedo related experiences that followed during my junior high years.

After my first experiences with speedos, I experimented further, always looking for different situations and settings where I could enjoy them. I would often put them on under my tightest pants, enjoying the sexy feel and the excitement of having a secret hardon in public. I had several favorite pairs of tight pants, including a some corduroy levis and one pair of dress slacks made of super thin, tight fitting cotton. The feel of silky speedos sliding against my tight trousers as I walked was a total turn on. I loved to put my hands in my pockets as I walked and feel my swimsuit slip and slide around with each step. Sometimes I put my hands in the back pockets to feel my butt flexing through the silky cloth.

I would occasionally wear them to school (on days I knew I didn’t have to undress in the locker room), and sometimes I would just walk or ride my bike around the neighborhood with them on, but one of my favorite places to go was the public library, either after school or on the weekend. Sunday was my favorite day for the library because I could wear my thin cotton dress pants and look less nerdy because people would think I just came from church. There were a number of things at the library that turned me on, including various books on sex, and best of all, a large collection of high school yearbooks with swim team photos.

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At school I often found myself with a boner in class, regardless of what I was wearing. On the days I wore tight pants with speedos underneath, it just meant I would be hard in EVERY class, and most of the time in between too. I classes where I had a seat in the back of the class, I would slide down low in my chair and let my arm rub occasionally across my lap. I made it look like my arm was just resting there, and I would scratch my right thigh with my left hand, causing my wrist to rub right over my boner. Sometimes I would do this until I was close to cumming and stop just in time, but there was one time in eighth grade that I actually shot in my pants during class.

That day, I happened to notice that a boy I liked named David was slouched down low in his seat like I was. He was one seat forward and one row to the left, and he was sitting low enough for me to see the bulge in the front of his pants. I could hardly take my eyes off him, and when his arm moved down onto his lap and began moving slowly up and down, I became almost frantic with excitement. I had occasionally seen other boys get a boner during class or at the library, but I had never seen anyone rub through their pants the way I liked to.

We were scheduled to see a film that day, and it was just after I had noticed David’s illicit activities that the lights were turned off for the film. The back of the room was totally dark, and I could no longer see David clearly, just his silhouette. I was totally hot, and it occurred to me that no one would notice if I rubbed a little more that usual. At first I just let my wrist slide up and down a little more, then I let my hand drift over so it was right on my boner and began to slowly rub through my pants. I had on my tan levi cords and my green and white striped speedos underneath.

I felt so sneaky - the only thing hiding my masturbation from the other kids was the darkness of the room. But after switching from left wrist to right hand and rubbing through the front of my pants for about fifteen seconds, my mounting pleasure mingled with terror as I realized that I had gone too far to stop, and was about to have a radical orgasm right there in class!

Having on tight pants with speedos underneath, seeing David rub his boner through his pants, the excitement of my secret activity - it was a very potent combination. Flexing my butt harder and harder in my chair, rubbing firmly and slowly up and down, it took a superhuman effort not to gasp or moan or jerk my hips around as I spurted and spurted in my pants. When the climax finally passed, I found I had cummed enough to not only make my speedos slippery inside and out, but to soak all the way through and leave a small wet spot on the front of my corduroy pants. I remember that along with being blown away by the intensity of my orgasm, I also felt a sense of relief, knowing for sure that, with the help of the darkness, I had avoided getting caught by anyone. Still, I vowed never to be careless in class again.

Throughout junior high and high school, I continued to discover new ways and places to have fun in my speedos. I’ll write about more of my experiences soon.

More stories to come! Please feel free to e-mail me your stories too - I’d love to hear about similar experiences.

Devin