Late Bloomer

I was 16 when I discovered the pleasures of masturbation. I was torn between incredible guilt and a fiery lust which kept my penis in a constant state of hardness. I'd see a girl in tight shorts walk by or a woman's cleavage and bang! my cock would literally jump to life. After many miserable nights and very messy wet dreams I had come to a point where something had to give, but my guilt left me powerless.

One friday night I was up late watching TV. A movie was on about moonshiners racing around trying to beat the revenue agents. A girl character came into a scene with little, tight 'Daisey Dukes'. Just like clockwork, my dick swelled into a hot, pulsing beast. I tried to turn the channel, think about baseball or anything else to forget about the raging cock between my legs. The more I tried to forget about my swollen dick, the more it raged and throbbed against the restraints of my briefs. In frustration, I went to bed convincing myself that I would soon fall asleep and forget about the hot fire in my underwear.

The entire time my cock just stayed hard. I remember becoming distressed almost to tears. I lay on my bed heart racing, penis throbbing and working hard to think of anything I could to stop the deep lust which had possessed my dick. As I lay there sweating and full of heat, the thoughts of that beutiful ass in shorts played over and over in my head. I decided that I had to have relief. I didn't care how badly I felt about what I thought was a taboo activity. My hands shook as I slipped my underwear off. I could feel the head of my cock pulsate with my heart beat. After about ten minutes, I slowly reached down with my right hand and grasped my hot, swollen penis around the shaft. I felt so wonderful. I squeezed my cock as the shock of delight escaped my lips with a gasp. I remember the fantastic feeling of my manhood in my hand. I pulled up, then down and the feeling of an impending explosion built immediately. By the fourth stroke I felt an ecstatic rush within my brain. The first gush shot straight up into the air followed closely by the second spurt, third, fourth then splash! onto my body. I felt the warm cum splash on my chest, my thighs, my arms. The sense of relief was amazing. I was stunned by the incredible rush of an orgasm. Needless to say, my guilty conscience made me feel awful. But low and behold, the next morning I awoke thinking of naked women doing wonderful things to my body and there my cock stood in full glory. This time, I grasped my fat friend in my hand let the lust carry me away. By the way, I don't carry any guilt these days and have found a woman who loves to masturbate and loves to watch me masturbate. A match made in heaven. I have enjoyed many wonderful erotic adventures since my naive initiation into masturbation.