Masturbation memories #1
The Tent...
I started early. I've been a chronic masturbator almost as long as I can remember. I did all the regular activities the other boys my age were doing, but I always made some time for daily self pleasure.
We had a nice big yard and lots of surrounding nature, which gave me many opportunities to sneak off where nobody could see me.
One spring, my parents let me put up our tent way back in the back yard, at least 300 feet behind the house. It was the perfect setup for my naughty fun. I would sneak my mother's Victoria's Secret catalogs and my sister's fashion magazines under my shirt and I would hang out in that tent for hours. So many times that summer, I would emerge from the tent drenched in sweat.
I knew I was being naughty and that it was a little risky, but nothing was going to stop me from playing with myself. I couldn't get enough.
I still get horny thinking back about those sweaty sessions in the tent. My dick is throbbing right now as I type this. I fantasize about how much fun it would have been if I had a bate buddy to join me.
My parents made me take the tent down just before winter hit. After we'd get a big snowfall, I would spend hours building a big snow fort for the same purpose. And I'd still work up a sweat, even in below freezing temps.
Anyone else have a similar story?
I started early. I've been a chronic masturbator almost as long as I can remember. I did all the regular activities the other boys my age were doing, but I always made some time for daily self pleasure.
We had a nice big yard and lots of surrounding nature, which gave me many opportunities to sneak off where nobody could see me.
One spring, my parents let me put up our tent way back in the back yard, at least 300 feet behind the house. It was the perfect setup for my naughty fun. I would sneak my mother's Victoria's Secret catalogs and my sister's fashion magazines under my shirt and I would hang out in that tent for hours. So many times that summer, I would emerge from the tent drenched in sweat.
I knew I was being naughty and that it was a little risky, but nothing was going to stop me from playing with myself. I couldn't get enough.
I still get horny thinking back about those sweaty sessions in the tent. My dick is throbbing right now as I type this. I fantasize about how much fun it would have been if I had a bate buddy to join me.
My parents made me take the tent down just before winter hit. After we'd get a big snowfall, I would spend hours building a big snow fort for the same purpose. And I'd still work up a sweat, even in below freezing temps.
Anyone else have a similar story?
1 month ago