Memories
Sometimes when I sit here, trying not to go blind while on the site, pieces of old memories cum back to me . . . Tonight I was looking out of the window at all the fog and remembered being a teenager.
In those days if you wanted to go anywhere, you got on your bike, literally and went. I used to go out at night and near where we lived was a huge set of allotments which had a dirt track which went through it from the main road to a back lane near a railway crossing.
Anyway if it was really foggy at night, I would sometimes whip my clothes off and cycle naked through the allotments, no lights on, just enjoying the air on my skin and fantasising about meeting a girl who would then take her clothes off . . .
Getting to the end of the track, and about to join the back lane I would stand there, prop my bike up, sling my clothes over the cross bar and then take my hard cock in my hand, grip it tight and start to move my hand up and down, pulling my foreskin tight and rubbing my stretched end with my other hand. This would go on for a good 5 to 10 minutes until I couldn't hold back any longer and I would squirt my cum out with a huge burst and to great relief. I would then get dressed, rubbing my wet and sticky cock in my pants to dry it and no doubt leaving yellow crusty stains to be washed out in the washing!
I wonder if anyone actually noticed my white body on those nights, thinking about it now is making me go hard.
Now where was it? Well I don't live there anymore and the council sold the allotments, complete with dry cum to be built on!
In those days if you wanted to go anywhere, you got on your bike, literally and went. I used to go out at night and near where we lived was a huge set of allotments which had a dirt track which went through it from the main road to a back lane near a railway crossing.
Anyway if it was really foggy at night, I would sometimes whip my clothes off and cycle naked through the allotments, no lights on, just enjoying the air on my skin and fantasising about meeting a girl who would then take her clothes off . . .
Getting to the end of the track, and about to join the back lane I would stand there, prop my bike up, sling my clothes over the cross bar and then take my hard cock in my hand, grip it tight and start to move my hand up and down, pulling my foreskin tight and rubbing my stretched end with my other hand. This would go on for a good 5 to 10 minutes until I couldn't hold back any longer and I would squirt my cum out with a huge burst and to great relief. I would then get dressed, rubbing my wet and sticky cock in my pants to dry it and no doubt leaving yellow crusty stains to be washed out in the washing!
I wonder if anyone actually noticed my white body on those nights, thinking about it now is making me go hard.
Now where was it? Well I don't live there anymore and the council sold the allotments, complete with dry cum to be built on!
7 years ago
Was fun being a teenager.
Jack--