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A Boy Enthralled With His Dick

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From the age of 10 I masturbated quite often. This was a pleasure that Icould give myself just about any night in bed when I felt like it.However, there was one drawback. Because the only way I had found tomasturbate (which I'd discovered quite by accident) was to use the coverabove me to rub my swollen dick head against. It was nearly impossibleto masturbate any other way. So, I was thus relegated entirely to nighttime encounters with the sheets.I did try one time to masturbate by rubbing my dick head against thefender of a car. That didn't work to well as I recall.Then one day I was enlightened! I was fooling around with one of mycousins, a boy named Joe, who was also ten like me. He asked me if Iplaid with myself. He acknowledged that he had been masturbating for some timeand wondered if I had learned how yet. I confided that I plaid withmyself at night under the covers. Then he told me that it was possible tomasturbate any time that I wanted by simply placing my hand over the endof my dick and pulling on it. I was a little confused so he unzipped hispants and pulled his dick out to show me. Without hesitation he startedbeating his meat. Watching him masturbate soon had my cock hard so Ifollowed suit and pulled mine out too. I was a quick learner and in notime had the technique down pat. As you might guess, we wound upmasturbating each other, his dick in my hand and my dick in his.Well, I thought this was remarkable! No longer would my self-lovemakingbe confined to my bed at night. So that very afternoon I eagerly tried thisnew masturbation method out, with immediate results I might add.I was and am now eternally grateful for him teaching me this technique.***And speaking of teachers, there is one time when I masturbated in frontof one of mine at school. I was in the seventh grade so I must have beenmaybe thirteen at the time.At about that time my hormones were running away with me. I wasconstantly getting a hardon. Just my dick rubbing against my pants as I walked wasenough to get it hard. I was all the time masturbating or so it seemed.One day in English class was one such occurrence. Some other students andmyself were sitting at our desks in a work study group. We had or desksarranged in a semicircle facing the teacher as she taught us or lessons.Well as quite often happened in those days I started unconsciouslyrubbing my dick which quickly responded with an erection. I was using my pencilto do it as I sat there at my desk. I naively assumed that the desk topwould hide my actions. I was wrong as I later figured out.The teacher, Mrs. Matthew's, had each of the other four or five studentsgo to the board to work on a problem leaving only me at my desk. She,however, staid sitting there in front of me. I, however, kept masturbating with my pencil in front of her. My stiff dick was protruding down into mypants and laying along side my leg. This maid it easy for me to keeprunning my pencil up and down it.I sat there alone masturbating in front of her thinking she wasn'tnoticing what I was doing. I know now that I was really dumb to think so.But I was young, stupid and horny.I wonder if she noticed the moment that I cummed. In my pants. Probablyso. In fact she probably went to the teachers bathroom at her earliestconvenience and tried a little masturbating of her own.As I think back, I just may have given teach a real thrill that she maynot have had in a while. In any event, I bet she went home that night andgot her some.There was another classroom incident that I'm almost reluctant to tell.It was the same teacher's class as it happened. One day I was so horny thatI couldn't stand it. I didn't excuse myself to go to the bathroom to jackoff. No, I just went to the back of the classroom in the corner andturned my back to the room. There I proceeded to pull my dick out of my pantsand masturbate with all my might. I only did it for a minute before I put itback in my pants being temporarily satisfied. As soon as I got home Ifinished the job. I donut know if anybody saw me or not. If they didnothing was said. Or maybe they just didn't want to interrupt a privatemoment between me and my hand.***The place where we lived when I was thirteen had an old wooden shed inback of the house. Now this old shed faced toward our neighbors house insuch a way that when the shed door was opened you could easily see intoit from their back door - but not from ours.Our neighbors were a married couple in their late twenties. And as far asI can recall, she was a very attractive and very sexy looking young woman.Of coarse any young woman in my wild hormone days was attractive and sexylooking.Now me and that old wooden shed spent a lot of time together. Just aboutevery time I needed to jack off I was masturbating in there.I can remember 'experiencing' my hardon with great pleasure. These werethe days of my most personal and most intense associations with my dick.These were also the days when I jacked off in my teacher's classroom. Iwas completely out of control!I used to get an erection out in the shed and do all I could to enhancethe pleasure. In some what of a masochistic style I would inset thingslike broom straws into my urethra just to see how far up into my dickthey would go. Also, I would take my hardon in hand and bend it in the middle.Sure it hurt but it also felt good.Back to my sexy neighbor. I do not recall her name but here I'll call herAnne. Now whenever I was busy in the old shed masturbating I always kept an eyeout for her. That's because when Anne just happened to walk out her backdoor I would just happen to let the shed door swing open to where I couldbe seen. All she had to do was look in my direction and she couldn't helpbut see me. In fact I know for a fact that on at least one occasion shedid. I was busy pounding my meat one day when I saw her through the shedwindow. Anne walked out of her back door and stood on her back porch. Oncue I went to the shed door and with a gentle nudge swung it open. ThereI was with my pants down and my hard dick in my hand. As I plaid withmyself I watched to see if Anne would look over where I was. She did. She stoodthere looking at me for a brief moment and then she turned and went backinside. However, I left the door swung open. I envisioned her peeping outher kitchen window and watching me masturbate. Of coarse that's what Ifantasized. And in my fantasy she would get hot watching me and startplaying with her pussy.Who's to say she didn't?Now keep in mind that I was just a thirteen year old boy doing what allred blooded teenage boys do best. And since she was a 'mature' woman I'msure that she took that fact in to account. Or maybe when she was a youngteenage girl she spent some time alone with her own self love and seeingme doing it brought back fond memories. Or just maybe she actually did doas I fantasized. I donut know. But in any event, I suffered no adverseconsequences from my somewhat risky attempts at exhibitionism. In fact, Igot immense pleasure out of it. Just the thought of a woman seeing mypenis and watching me masturbate was a real heady experience. At thattime, the risk wasn't even considered.***When I was young I was extremely horny as I've shown. All through myteens I was constantly masturbating. It didn't matter much what over. Ifrequently used pictures of naked women. As a matter of fact, that'sstill one of my favorite techniques. Only today, the pictures are much moregraphic, or should I say pornographic, than they were back then. Also, agood piece of erotic literature gets my cock jumping. The mind is one ofthe most powerful aphrodisiacs there is. Whenever I wasn't actually doingit I was always thinking about jerking off. It seemed that my dick tookover my brain. There's a joke that God gave man just enough blood tooperate either his penis or his brain, but not both. Through my teenageyears I continued to masturbate with frequency. I was quite shy as a boyand later also as a young adult. So, my best lover was my hand. I guessyou could say that I had a very active sex life with myself.Dean

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