Somewhat similar memory to the Mower Kid.
The summer I was 16, I worked at a church camp. One of our jobs was to mow the large lawn around the flagpole and alongside some of the buildings. Several guys rotated at this job, mowing for a while and then passing the job to another boy.
On my first time, the guy who preceded me beckoned me behind one of the restroom shacks. As soon as we were out of sight, he grabbed himself with both hands and said, "This is freaky. Hold the handle right here (he indicated his crotch) while you mow. It'll do you good." Then he quickly walked off, walking kind of bow-legged and adjusting his junk. I did what he said, and it was a hell of an arousing feeling. My dick got hard, poking out longer and longer and more insistently. My balls felt weird and crazy.
When my turn was over I knew exactly what I was going to do. I went into the restroom shack and locked myself in a stall. Within seconds my system produced a majorly memorable ejaculation that spurted again and again while I grooved on a wonderful and excellent climax. From this beginning, I enjoyed myself in the same way every time I mowed. The strange thing about all this, is that the guy who showed me what to do was one of the most religious dudes I ever knew, and not really a close friend. I think the mower got him so horny that he just had to tell somebody, no matter who it was.
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Starting when we were just babies, there were two other boys in our block that were the same age as me. We were together all the time not... -
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all boys do it. They all have different ways of doing it. Just like you and the lawn mower. I wonder how many more boys at your camp was doing the same thing as you were doing. Great story enjoyed it very much.
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