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Couldn't Help Myself

Sex was a mystery and a promise to me when I was a young man. I knew it held opportunities to show love and to express tenderness. But I realised I had neither the skills nor the self control, nor a willing partner to succeed while in my late teens.

One afternoon, after school, I was in the hay necking with my girlfriend. I loved to kiss her face, neck and hair, and caress her lovely ass through her jeans, and play with her breasts through her bra. We didn't advance beyond that until much later.

On this particular day, I was so aroused I opened my trousers, took out my penis and began stroking, paying no regard to her reaction, being so engulfed in my own arousal that I just had to masturbate to orgasm.

She wanted to know what I was doing 'down there' and I told her I was jerking off. She didn't dare take a peek even, afraid to stain her virgin eyes, I guess. But her tongue slid in and out of my mouth in rhythm with my stroking, until my orgasm built and I ejaculated my semem all over her jeans. She was impressed at the pressure of my breathing and the intensity of my release.

'I want to watch next time,' she said. But that afternoon we left it as it was, leaving the barn and I drove her home, with the promise of her watching me next time and perhaps letting me touch her pussy too.

It was a poignant time. A wonderful sexual time and she did want to share my orgasm. I was grateful.


Posted on: 2004-12-23 00:00:00 | Author: