Wrote about this Bator Boy long ago – by masturboy
By the summer I turned 15 I had become a devoted masturbation addict. Jerking off was a two or three times a day habit for me. I had my own room, a stash of cum stained Playboy and Penthouse mags. I wasn’t a pull-my-pants-down-for-a-quick-stroke-in-the-bathroom type. No, I liked to strip naked, lie on my bed with those beautiful naked babes spread out before me and play with my hard dick in long, drawn-out sessions, bringing myself to the edge, then holding back and starting over before finally blasting cum everywhere. Mom probably knew what was going on behind my closed bedroom door all the time, but she respected my privacy. For a year, the thought of getting caught whacking off or being seen doing it by a pretty woman was growing more and more intense. Then when school let out, mom anounced that I was going to spend three weeks with her sister, my Aunt Rose, in the country. Mom and her boyfriend were going to the Bahamas. I liked Aunt Rose, but I was apprehensive that I wouldn’t be able to pursue my favorite passtime as freely as I was used to. The day I left, Mom brought my packed travel bag to my room — “I’ll leave this with you in case there’s anything else you need to pack,” she said with a wink. As soon as she walked away, I reached under the bed and grabbed and handful of stroke mags and stuffed them into the bag. Aunt Rose lived about 3 hours away, in a small home surrounded by woods and countryside.
She was 40ish, voluptuous, with shoulder length auburn hair and smiling green eyes. Her large round breasts squeezed against me when she hugged with a warm greeting. But my heart sank when she reminded me that her home had only the one bedroom and I would be sleeping on the foldout bed in the den. Aunt Rose was a sweet woman and I was enjoying life in the country, but by the second day there, I still hadn’t had a chance to jerkoff and I was getting edgy, my dick constantly hard in my pants. I woke up hard and horny on the third day, and I could hear Aunt Rose doing laundry on the back porch. I just had to make a break for it. I quickly grabbed a couple mags from my bag, stuffed them under my shirt and darted out the front door. I waited on the side of the house, until I heard her walk back inside from the porch. Then I ran to the small shed in her back yard, slipped in and closed the door behind. It was dark and musty with a little light creaking in through the cracks in the boards. But at least I was alone with my girly mags. I wasted no time stripping naked and tossed my clothes aside. My dick was throbbing and leaking pre-cum and I let out a sigh of relief as my hand wrapped around it. The images of naked girls were a little hazy, but I knelt down on the dirt floor and starting going at it. I was quickly lost in masturbatory bliss. So much so that i didn’t hear her footsteps, and didn’t notice her calling my name. All I remember is the door opening and a ray of sunlight exposing me. Aunt Rose stood over me and looked down on the scene. Her teenage nephew, stark naked, kneeling over a dirty magazine with his dick on his hand. I was busted, caught jerking off, red-handed. I tried to cover myself with my hands, then, foolishly, with the dirty magazine. I had no Idea where my clothes were. My embarrassment was complete.
Rose remained silent for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Then she spoke: “Let’s get something straight, Andy…” Oh, god, I thought. Please don’t punish me, please don’t tell on me. “If you don’t plan on keeping your clothes on,” she continued, “don’t put them on in the first place.” huh? Then she walked inside the shed, past me to the back wall, bent over and picked my shorts, shirt and underwear off of the dirt floor. “See this?,” she said. I nodded. “These are dirty now. I have to wash them. It doesn’t make much sense to walk out here with your clothes on, then take them off and get them dirty. I just makes more work for me.” I tried to speak,” But, Aunt…”Don’t but me, young man. Listen, if you want to walk around in your birthday suit, that’s perfectly fine. There’s nobody for miles around but me, and I’ve seen you naked since you were a baby. And another thing. It’s dark and dusty in here. Why not bring your magazines in the house to look at them, or outside in the sunlight?” As it dawned on me that I wasn’t in trouble, my dick began to harden again, and I let the magazine that was covering it drop to the floor. It bobbed up and down in front of me, a drop of pre-cum trailing off the head to the floor. Aunt Rose looked at it and giggled. “Looks like you’ve got some unfinished business to take care of. Do you want to finish what you started?” “Yes,” I said as my hands began to wander unconsciously over my inner thighs and balls. “I’m sorry, honey,” she said with an understanding smile. “I should have known… A boy your age, I bet you’re horny constantly, huh? Well, let’s get out of this place and you can just do whatever feels natural.” A rush of exhileration swept over me, as I grabbed my mags and walked stark naked and hard as hell past my aunt and into the back yard. “Anywhere you want to masturbate is fine with me,” she said. I felt so horny, standing there in front of my aunt, as she stood there in her flower print sun dress.
I dropped the magazines to the ground, looked her right in the eyes, grabbed my dick as I had a million times before and started stroking it right in front of her. “Look at you go,” she said. “You look so contented with your dick in your hand like that. Go ahead and play with it, honey. Do whatever makes you happy. whatever turns you on, as they say.” My breathing got rapid and I sunk to my knees in the green grass as I reached the same level of jerkoff instensity I was at 10 minutes earlier when she walked in on me. Now I was at the point of no return, my balls ready to explode as my hand stroked my 7 inch shaft, which was slippery with precum. Impending orgasm was written all over my face, and none previous would be as intense as the one I was about let fly in full view of my wonderful Aunt. She stood a few feet away, watching with her hands on her hips and my clothes hanging on one side over her wrist. “Go ahead,” she said softly. “It’s Ok. Cum, Andy. You’ll feel better.” Just then I let out a gasp of pleasure, as long thick ropes of white hot cum began spurting from the head of my dick. The first release flew three feet across and landed near her bare toes.
At least a dozen more following and I collapsed in the cool grass. In the aftermath of such a display, feelings of embarrassment and shame registered on my face. But Aunt Rose just knelt beside me and pinched my cheek. “That looked like fun, was it?” I smiled. “Yes it was great,” I said. “Good, because you shouldn’t be ashamed. Masturbation is perfectly natural and healthy, and I want you to do it whenever you want around here without feeling guilty. You like being naked too, don’t you?” “Yes, ma’am!” I said enthusiastically. She laughed. “Well, this is the perfect place for it. I say, If it feels good, do it. And if you ask me, having a naked teen-age boy around will really brighten this place up.” Then she hugged me, her soft boobs in my face making me hard all over again.
She stood, pointed at my hard dick and winked. “Looks like you’re ready for another adventure in masturbation. Have fun.” As she walked back into the house, her hips swaying in the breeze, I stood grabbed my dick and called out, “You’re the greatest, Aunt Rose!” With only a few exceptions, I spent the next three weeks walking around naked. I explored the woods naked, mowed her lawn and did other chores naked. When Aunt Rose and I went fishing some afternoons at the secluded pond a half mile from her place, I brought my fishing pole, but not my clothes. She laughed at the sight of me reeling in a bass or a bream with my bare ass exposed and my balls and hard dick bouncing in the wind. I masturbated whenever and whereever the mood struck me, which often happened as much as six times daily.
Aunt Rose acted like all this was perfectly natural. She teased me lovingly about how much I jerked off, but always told me to have fun with it. I begged her to let me see her beautiful body naked, but she said that wouldn’t be a good idea. She did tell me she masterbated in her bedroom at night. And one day when she sunned in her bikini in the back yard, I couldn’t help it. I walked right up to her, knelt beside her and jerked off while oggling her scantily clad body. she just smiled and said she was flattered that she had that affect on me. “Of course,” she said, “You’re such a horny kid even the breeze as that affect on you.” Then she laughed and let out a gasp of astonishment as I came and the first to streams of thick cum splashed across her bare belly.
Source: (158) Wrote about this Bator Boy long ago. – Onania Masturbator Forum