Did anybody else go to a lot of trouble to hide their cum? To me, the cum was the evidence of playing with my dick. If I could keep anybody from discovering my cum they would never know that I liked to do a certain nasty thing. Which was to zip my hand up and down on my dick a lot until the freakin feelings made me feel funny all over.
We lived in apartments. One place we lived, a big garden of bushes and small trees was planted in a corner where the laundry building and the office came together. I would go behind the bushes to jack off. It was very safe. Nobody could see that I was in there unless they crawled in themselves.
When I wanted to jack my little stiffie (this was the years I was about 12-1/2 to 14-1/2) I got a stick and dug a hole in the ground. I knelt over the hole while doing that secret fun thing to my dick. When it was time to cum I aimed the cumshots into the hole. My cum stayed white-looking laying in the dirt so I used the stick to mix it up into mud. Then I raked loose dirt over the hole. I would stand up and while zipping my pants I stomped the dirt down where my cum was buried. That way nobody would ever find my stuff.
I don't know how many times I did that. Maybe 3 or 4 times a week for a couple years. I bet 300 squirts of cum (maybe more) got buried behind those bushes.
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ReplyDeleteI used to wank outside too, once in a while. Climbing behind some overgrown bushes I could drop my pants and let the warm sun hit my junk. So nice wanking in the sun.
This first part may be offensive to non-hetero readers. When I was 13 a high school girl (cheerleader and friend of my sister) spent a lot of time getting friendly with me and finally got me to climb on the bucking bronco, if you know what I mean. We did it several times (allways her idea). Okay, that's the end of that part.
ReplyDeleteI know now that I was not really attracted to girls but the experiences with her gave me something to talk about whenever having sexy conversations with friends. It would get them hard while I was telling about it. They would squeeze their pricks and adjust the front of their pants while I told the story. Asking questions and wanting to hear more while getting harder and harder. That is what made me hard, not the girl thing. Then (depending on the other guy) we almost always got down to business and help one another jack off.
I learned to tell all the details - how she examined my thing and played with it, how she put a rubber on me and aimed me into her entrance, how it felt very warm and cozy, etc. what it felt like to cum inside her, etc. But everytime I would tell about it, it was not to remember me screwing the girl, it was to watch get a dude getting hard while I talked. I would see him getting boned up and then so would I. Then have a wank together, feeling and helping the other guy and getting a good orgasm.
That is a common way of stirring things up. Get a straight guy talking about something like that and it often turns into a mutual wank.
Deletei never had a private spot were i would go and do my thing. being on the farm i would just do itht there. I never had to worry about being caught doing it. No one ever came to the barn unless i asked them for some help. When i was in school i never hide it. I did it in the outhouse that was away from the school. Lots of time other boys would join in on the fun. Thanks for sharing your story.
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