The very next day was the first day that billy was going to be babysitting. His Mommy told him to meet Tiffany at the bus area after school, and She would take him to Her house. Billy was full of dread during the day. He was scared of girls in general, and even more scared of Tiffany right now, but there was nothing he could do about it. He just hoped that She would be nice to him.
He went to the bus area after class, and immediately noticed Her. She was wearing a very short plaid, school girl skirt, with Her Bare legs showing and sandals showing her bare toes. Billy couldn’t help but notice. He felt a stirring in his peenie. It had been almost six weeks since Mommy had let him spurt, and he was constantly aroused. And the sight of this cute middle school hottie, wasn’t making it any easier.
They did love to tease him, so part way through his homework, They both stood beside him, at the table, and lifted Their tshirts, so that he could see Their panties, and They told him to play with himself. Which he did of course…
The next morning, things were as usual at the house. billy got up early, and went downstairs, naked and tidied up the kitchen and family room from the night before. he waited for his Sisters and Mommy to come downstairs and then went to Their rooms to make Their beds and tidy up. And then, he went back downstairs and cleaned up their breakfast dishes and made himself breakfast, cleaned up his dishes, and then upstairs to shower, shave his body, and get ready for school. Mommy never said a word to him and his Sisters just snickered about his purple and swollen penis. Continue reading →
“For now, you stay exactly like that, do not pick up any panties, do not take those ones off that you have half on, keep that other pair around your stupid peenie, and keep playing with yourself. Get yourself rock hard and leaking, and you had better be that way when Mom gets home. I want her to see you exactly as we found you”, Becky told him.
Billy was at home alone again. Three times a week, his little Sisters had after school activities, and his Mom was still at work. Of course billy did not have any after school activities, not like the other kids.
But billy enjoyed his time alone in the afternoon after school. He was home alone, naked, and he made sure his chores were done, and his homework done and on display for Mommy to check when She got home. But often, he could complete all of that in an hour or so, which meant he had another hour and a half to enjoy himself.
A boy has his first orgasm fantasizing about masturbating for neighbor girls.
This is what I was like when I was 13 years old. It's
a true story and the fantasy I was thinking at that
time. It was also my first experience with orgasm.
Hope you enjoy.
I can still remember being 13 and in my room alone in
the house teasing myself after a long day of swimming
with a bunch of girls my age. I was thinking about one
girl especially. She was my neighbor and was a few
years older (15+ I think). She was wearing her older
sister's bathing suit. Why I don't know, I guess
because she figured she was old enough. But anyway,
the top was probably a cup size to big for her and
with the suit being wet it seemed to stretched out
even more. This allowed me many glimpses through out
the day of her wonderfully youthful breast. Beautiful
perky cones with goose bumps. It was tough to conceal
at times the arousing effect it was having on me. Continue reading →
“I’m a virgin!” he splurted, red faced.
“Ahhh. Well, you’re in for a treat then. I bet you wank off, don’t
you? In the bathroom, in here… Just grab your cock and wank, right?”
“I bet you’ve got some wank mags. Let’s see…” Mandy stood, and
walked over to Andrew’s bed. She slid a hand under the mattress and
pulled out three or four well used looking mags. She sat on the bed and
started flicking through the mags, smiling as she came across some pages
that were stuck together.
“These ones must have been good, Andrew. Come over here and sit down
with me. Let’s see if I can do something about that stiffy you’ve
I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything
to cure my financial ailment. The add I found was strange.
“Young males wanted, Specialty taste club catering to the
unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for
My earliest memory of self stimulation happened when I was around 7. I
had begun to notice my penis more, probably due to
it’s newfound tendency to announce itself by getting stiff, like it was
trying to poke itself out of my shorts, or, in cases when
I was showering, say, “Hey, look at me. Touch me. Don’t I look like
fun?” I suppose it happened more often in the shower
with the blast of the shower jet stimulating it. I don’t remember any
sexual kind of feelings from the streaming water, but it
seemed to have some effect on my penis. One day after showering, I was
toweling off. My cock was still stiff from the shower,
and brushing the soft, but coarse fabric of the towel over it made me
shiver. Not the usual kind of shiver, like, it’s cold, or
something gave me the willies. This one started like a bolt of
electricity at the tip of my dick, shot right through it, and sent
tingles all through my body.
I WANT A PUSSY. No, I don’t mean I “want to fuck a pussy”; I mean I want to have my own pussy between my legs, because I love masturbating. I want to be “girlie” and experience all those feelings women seem to have. I know there’s supposed to be this thing called “penis envy” women are supposed to be plagued by. I think I’m afflicted with pussy envy. When I’m masturbating my cock I often imagine what it would be like to masturbate my own pussy if I had one. I fantasize about it. I really want a pussy for my very own, to masturbate.
First of all just to spread my legs and expose that most private genital area to the open air has to be such a turn on. To be able to put my hands on my pussy and rub my vulva has to be so wonderful! Just to feel those pussy lips become swollen in arousal must be amazing – better than starting to get an erection? I’d like to find out. Continue reading →
He squeezed the tip to check the opening, and found it red. Finding swelling in one of the seminal vesicles, the doctor said that he would have to examine the sperm. I was wondering if I was going to have to perform in front of him, not something I looked forward to. He asked me if I would be comfortable with masturbating to generate the sample or have it produced electrically. I had heard that bulls are milked for samples electrically, and thought that if I was going to have to get it off in the doctors office, that a hands off approach could be a new and possibly refreshing pleasure.
Christmas Eve always brings back my favorite masturbation memory.
So long ago. 1964. I was 19.
My first real love Bett and I had gotten back together a few weeks earlier after a breakup when I’d first entered college. Sitting on her couch late Christmas Eve with just the lights of the tree on. Her parents had gone to bed. By now Bett and I were very accomplished “heavy petters”. (We were a little behind the curve, folks, I admit; in those days we weren’t courageous enough to fuck yet. You didn’t fuck until you were at least engaged to be engaged we thought. ) We had been ‘necking’ that night for a good half an hour. It was kind of romantically perfect in the low light and the soft Christmas music. I still remember her kisses as probably the best that ever were.
We had gotten to that stage where the French kisses were long and very passionate, we were breathing hard. I had already gotten the top of her dress open and had been indulging in her favorite play: I kissed and sucked her nipples in between French kisses while she held my head to her chest and guided me from one breast to the other – the girl was in charge of just how far a guy could go, at least that was the way it was for me and other “nice” boys. From there she would give me some body signal to begin sliding my hand up under her skirt for that long slow advance to her pussy. Continue reading →