Masturbation memories #2 - BEDTIME
from the day I learned to masturbate, I was hooked. I'm sure within that first week, I became a chronic masturbator and it became a daily habit. But at that age, it wasn't always easy to get the required time alone to fully satisfy my needs, so I would masturbate every single night in the bathtub. I taught myself how to edge out of necessity. I had to find a way to keep going. It felt soo good.
But aside from my naughty bathtub fun, some days I wouldn't get any other opportunities to pleasure myself......until bedtime....
while most regular kids would resist their parents when being told to go to bed, I was more than happy to oblige. As soon as I turned out the light and crawled under the covers, no one could see me playing with myself... my naughty secret...
When you're young, your dick can get hard so easily. I would get in bed and my thoughts would turn to pretty girls from school, or to attractive grown women, celebrities, and my dick would get rock hard, demanding attention, demanding satisfaction. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop touching it.
Saturday mornings, my mom could never figure out why I was always so tired on the way to soccer practice. She had no idea I was up past midnight, with my dick in my hand.... at least not for the first 4 or 5 years. Then one night, I was going at it pretty hard, aggressively masturbating, consumed with lustful thoughts, edging hard.... when I hear my mom speak up, "what are you doing?" I was caught off guard, having no idea she had walked out of her bedroom and had laid down in the guest bedroom across the hall. I realized I was pumping so hard that she could hear the bed squeaking. I was mortified.... in response to her question, all I could think to say was "nothing". Luckily, she didn't press the issue. She didn't say anything, but she had to know what I was doing to myself. I stayed silent and didn't move a muscle for a few minutes. I was so embarrassed. My mother officially knew I was a naughty masturbator! This wasn't supposed to happen. How would I face her the next day, now that she caught me?...
within 5 minutes, the temptation became too strong for me to resist. I had to wrap my hand around it again. I had no choice. I was a slave to my cock, and my cock wasn't ready to stop. So there I was, picking up where I left off... more more more.... it didn't matter that my mother was right across the hall, probably listening and wondering if I'm already touching it again. She probably knew from experience that you don't want to quit until you orgasm. All I could do was try my best to be completely silent. Whatever it takes to keep masturbating.
But aside from my naughty bathtub fun, some days I wouldn't get any other opportunities to pleasure myself......until bedtime....
while most regular kids would resist their parents when being told to go to bed, I was more than happy to oblige. As soon as I turned out the light and crawled under the covers, no one could see me playing with myself... my naughty secret...
When you're young, your dick can get hard so easily. I would get in bed and my thoughts would turn to pretty girls from school, or to attractive grown women, celebrities, and my dick would get rock hard, demanding attention, demanding satisfaction. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop touching it.
Saturday mornings, my mom could never figure out why I was always so tired on the way to soccer practice. She had no idea I was up past midnight, with my dick in my hand.... at least not for the first 4 or 5 years. Then one night, I was going at it pretty hard, aggressively masturbating, consumed with lustful thoughts, edging hard.... when I hear my mom speak up, "what are you doing?" I was caught off guard, having no idea she had walked out of her bedroom and had laid down in the guest bedroom across the hall. I realized I was pumping so hard that she could hear the bed squeaking. I was mortified.... in response to her question, all I could think to say was "nothing". Luckily, she didn't press the issue. She didn't say anything, but she had to know what I was doing to myself. I stayed silent and didn't move a muscle for a few minutes. I was so embarrassed. My mother officially knew I was a naughty masturbator! This wasn't supposed to happen. How would I face her the next day, now that she caught me?...
within 5 minutes, the temptation became too strong for me to resist. I had to wrap my hand around it again. I had no choice. I was a slave to my cock, and my cock wasn't ready to stop. So there I was, picking up where I left off... more more more.... it didn't matter that my mother was right across the hall, probably listening and wondering if I'm already touching it again. She probably knew from experience that you don't want to quit until you orgasm. All I could do was try my best to be completely silent. Whatever it takes to keep masturbating.
29 days ago
