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My life as a Peterbator
Post by PeterBator » Sun Mar 10, 2024 6:01 pm
Reading the other responses to this post makes me realize what a Jerkoff masturbator I really am! I started jacking off at 8 and I literally jacked my little hard on up and down until I dry orgasmed. I did this for a while until I was hanging out with some older boys and one of them made the fist motion and that caught my attention! So I knew I had to try this new method. That night in the tub was the beginning of the end for me. I fell in love with my soapy fist! I think that’s when, without even knowing it, I became addicted to masturbating! It wasn’t long before I knew I liked other boys and steal glances at older guys packages and this would fuel my bates. In JR high I was beatin’ off 4 or 5 times a day. I was not an athlete, but I liked the locker room when I could steal glimpses of the older boys naked or in their jock straps. To get out of study hall I volunteered to clean and sweep out the football teams locker room in the afternoon. I was in heaven! Of course, I had a crush on a few of the older guys on the team and I would feel and sniff their jocks that they left behind with their uniforms for practice. I was a latch key kid at that time and my mom and two older sisters worked in the evening so when I got home from school I had the place to myself. We lived a rural area, so I spent a lot of afternoons in the woods around my house. I would jackoff in the woods or strip down to my underwear and jackoff in the cornfields. One day in the locker room I found a discarded jock strap and I knew no one would miss it. I just had to have it so I stashed in my bag and headed to the bus. I was so nervous all the way home. I just knew someone was going to stop me or know what I had in my bag! When I got home I laid out my treasure. I knew the boy it belonged to, he had written his name with marker on the waist band. I was so hard that when I popped open my jeans I came in my underwear! After I recovered, I tried it on and danced around with my hard on. I don’t know how many times I beat off that night but before I went to bed and everyone got home, I hid it outside in the bushes. It rained all the next day and when I finally could recover it, it was a mess, so as much as I hated to, I threw it away. I was a good student but I was a loner I think because I was gay before I knew what gay was. With my home situation I was pretty much alone every evening and made my own dinner etc. I just got into a habit of jacking off as much as I wanted to. Pussy never even entered my mind but a hot guy in a jockstrap and my dick was up. But I also knew that I could not touch I had to sneak looks and store away for later to enjoy with my tight fist! I’ll post more if people want to hear about my life as a Peterbator.
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