a masturbator said:
The Summer following my Senior year in High School, I was employed
as a Lifeguard and Swimming Instructor. Nice work when you can get
it.
The complex was huge and had everything you would expect, including
a chapel. I will not reveal the affiliation of the complex. Within
the building, you could slide partions between rooms to make them as
large or as small as you wished. Growing up, I went to Church EVERY
Sunday and still have the attendance medals to prove it.
It was not until I opened a closet door adjacent to the chapels
alter, that my sexual thoughts were triggered. Hanging neatly, were
white choir tops with 3/4 length sleeves. The top came down in
length to just above your hips. For whatever reason, I found that
to be EXTREMELY sexual. I guess being 18 and heavy into
masturbation at the time fueled the idea I was having.
For days I
planned what I wanted to do, and it would be done after my Adult
Evening Swim Class. The doors to the chapel all had windows, so
anyone from the outside could peek in. Being the only one there and
with all of the doors securely locked, I felt safe.
I went back into the chapel and moved the wooden alter into the
center of the elevated stage. I arranged the candles in the
background, lit them, and turned on a spotlight, aiming it to the
center of the alter. Looking out into the room where my "imaginary"
congregation would be, was pitch black.
Stepping into the choir room, I removed my T-shirt and tanksuit. I
had brought along a bottle of Baby Oil. The hair on my body is
rather fine and reddish gold in color. I am a "natural" red, but by
Summers end, I am blonde. I applied the oil to every inch of my
body, top of my head included, and in my own little mind, felt that
I was ready to be "offered" to the congregation.
It was then I slipped the snow white choir top over my shoulders and
gazed at myself in the full length mirror. Tanned, oiled, and
becoming erect, which was the way I wanted to enter the chapel. I
opened the door and walked to the center of the elevated stage, my
toes over the edge. I imagined myself being presented to a select
group of people who had come to witness my "first" ejaculation as a
young adult. Coming from a very strict family, masturbation was
viewed as sinful and evil, prior to reaching the proper age of
consent. Now 18 years of age, I believed in my mind this day was
my "Right of Passage" into "total" manhood.
I recall opening my legs wider as I stood before the congregation.
Putting my hands behind my head, I slowly squatted just enough to
show the development in my upper thighs. It was then I began to
move my hips slowly back and forth, simulating the act. Doing this
made the clear droplets of my semen appear on the eye of my penis
(Believe it). I stood up straight and turned around. With my hands
still behind my head, I remember standing up on my toes to show
everyone the taper and development in my calves.
It was only after that, I walked back to the alter, stepped up to it
and reclined on my back. I opened my legs to each corner of the
wooden structure. I lifted the white top upward to just beneath my
chin and began to masturbate. The thought of someone walking in
from the outside and seeing me in this provocative situation helped
me to have an incredible ejaculation, with what seemed to be, never
ending trails of sperm on my stomach. The 2nd or 3rd jet made it to
my forehead. Needless to say, I repeated this "Ritual" many times
over that Summer.
My "Summer of '67".
Rich