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A coming of fist - Chapter 1 |
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Written by Administrator
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Sunday, 23 September 2007 02:04 |
A Coming of Fist Chapter 1 At age 17, I should have seen the signs, but I didn’t. Still thought I was "normal" but probably just going through a phase. I even figured I’d eventually meet a nice girl and get married one day. But not just yet. Not with all those teenaged hormones raging through my body. I wasn’t wasting much time analyzing exactly what was making my dick stay hard all the time. All I knew was that the dirtier my thoughts while I jacked off, the better it felt. And the more I jacked off, the dirtier my fantasies became. And in retrospect, these were definitely not the kinds of sex fantasies that would suggest future "normalcy" of any kind. But I still didn’t know that. On hot summer days when I was home alone and my parents were working, I’d go out in the garden, pick myself a fresh cucumber well heated from the sun, and take it and my hidden jar of Vaseline up on an impromptu sun deck I’d made on top of our house’s back patio roof. It was very private back there, out of sight of neighbors and any unwanted visitors. I even pulled the ladder up behind me once I got up there so that nobody could see it, climb it, and surprise me. Once up there, I’d strip off all my clothes and tan naked. That alone would have raised most disapproving eyebrows in my Bible-belt community. But when I’d stick my index finger into that well used jar of lube and slowly insert it up my so-called virgin butthole, immediately a welcome itch would start building deep inside me that only something much bigger than my finger could scratch. That’s where the cucumber became my second best friend (along with my left hand). I’d get myself all hot and horny, grease it up and start sliding it up my ass while Mr. Left jacked away at my always eager dick. It didn’t take much stimulation at all in those days to rapidly shoot a load of cum all over my stomach. But at that age, I was good for at least 7 or 8 loads in an average afternoon and by the time I was done hours later, that cucumber would be mashed into a mushy pulp still clamped between my unsated asslips. |
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Last Updated on Monday, 31 December 2007 20:27 |
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