I remember the first time I masturbated. It was the best feeling in the world. I was 18 years old. We had a satellite dish then so I knew what to do from my many hours of watching porn on it. Well I was in the bath tub remembering the movie I just watched, and I got a boner.
Well I just started to do what they did on TV. I slowly started to rub my cock, then I started to go faster, it felt good but nothing came out. So about two weeks later, I asked a friend of mine if he did it and he said yes. He said I was doing it right I just have to do it longer. He took his cock out of his shorts and started to do it right in front of me.
The sight of another cock made mine really hard. After he came I started trying it but still nothing happened, so he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to pump me. I did the same to him.
It was a great feeling. I loved feeling his hands on my cock. I also knew that I had been doing it wrong. I did not apply the same pressure as he did. He was more forceful and hard in his strokes. While he was pulling up and down on my cock, he was squeezing it and massaging it. This felt so much better than the way I did it.
I tried to mimic his movements on his cock. I loved feeling his against my skin. Even though my face was nowhere near, I could still smell the musky feel from his crotch. I got even harder as I thought of touching his cock with my mouth at some point. I thought of going down on him and perhaps he would also one day suck my cock. I loved just thinking about that.
It made me extremely horny and I could feel my self get closer. I tried to wriggle my body slight and stop him from pulling at my cock, but he only took this as encouragement to go faster and harder. He started pumping my cock harder. He started squeezing it with more force. I did the same to his cock and soon he started moaning and panting. I knew that he was about to shoot. This made me extremely horny. The thought of his cum flowing all over my hand and spraying all over the place.
We both came at the same time. From that day on I never had a problem cumming again.
Although I'm not really in the closet, I don't advertise myself, either - especially at work - but after three hours of non-stop drinking, I was feeling reckless. After three hours of staring at Craig, the manager of our company store, I was feeling horny, too, especially since I knew he was gay. Well, I was nervous and excited. Anyway, we went back into his office and he started talking.
Had only had sex with a man once before, curtesy of a glory hole at my college, a concept I couldn't resist. But years had gone by, and I was living in the city, working at a store 6 days a week, and rarely going on dates. When I realized she was a he I laughed and apologized for making a mistake.
On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
I was almost independently wealthy. So, I bought a big house, more like a small estate. I lived alone--not having come to terms with my sexuality yet. So, I just took care of my own needs. My new place had a huge lawn, over three acres. Turns out this hot college guy is interested in helping me take care of things.
I was always fascinated by young guys (18-21) with big cocks. Being always horny about this guys, I was searching the net for pics and videos with that content. However, when you are horny, you never have enough so I planned to create my own site with such content. The most difficult part was to find the models, since I could not pay them.
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
This is about my time in the army and how two of my buddies and I started masturbating together. Tom who was 18, John who had just turned 19, and me who was 18 + 2 months. We got a long great (liking the same music and all). The first weekend there I called my girlfriend only to have her break up with me, "because she couldn't date a war-monger!".
During the cold winter months we have a portable space heater that we use to heat up the bathroom, while we take a shower. We plugged it in the hallway outlet and stuck the heater in the bathroom doorway, leaving the door open. Soon I noticed it was easier to see into the bathroom stall than out.
With all that wanking going on, the wonder is that I didn't get caught sooner. But when my mother finally did catch me at it, she caught me three times in two days(!?!) It started on a Saturday afternoon, when my morning chores were done and I had not much of anything to do.
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