These stories always awaken old memories of the great fun of boyhood masturbation
When I knew that I'd be left alone for several hours, I couldn't resist the temptation to get in some serious peter play. One of my fondest memories is staring at my hard throbbing penis just after it reached full attention and a drop of precome peeked out. I'd start the session by rubbing my whole lower abdomen with lotion ending with a stroke down my shaft and closing my fist over the head. As my arousal intensified, the stroking got limited to just my penis. Then when I was in full jacking mode, I concentrated on the head increasing the speed until my entire body was stiff, and I was shooting rope after rope of come.