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Basement beat-off by This experience with masturbation occurred when I was fourteen (I am now twenty-seven). My cousin, Dan and I were hanging out in his parents furnished basement. It was late morning, in the middle of June and both of his parents were at work. Dan was sitting Indian-style on the cold linoleum floor playing Nintendo. I was reclining on the couch completely naked from the waist down. I was flipping through an issue of Penthouse letters with my left hand and gently rubbing my erect penis against my stomach with the right. So are you still trying to set the record? Dan inquired. Yup, so far, Ive made it 16 days, I replied. Sixteen days ago, my cousin and I were debating on the phone how long each of us could go without coming. Dan claimed that he had endured an amazing twenty whole days and nights without blowing his load. I foolishly wagered that I could shatter this record. The rules of this masturbatory endurance test were simple: I was allowed to touch, stroke and tease my dick, but I had to stop before shooting my load. No money was put down; the only reward would be having the distinction of holding the title. It had been a little over two weeks and I was dying to come. I didnt have too much trouble during the first sixteen days. I requested as many chores from my father as possible and he was more than happy to oblige. Doing yard work all day kept my mind off masturbating and it put money in my pockets. By the time I was done with these odd jobs each day, I only had enough energy to shower and fall asleep. But now, I would be sleeping over my cousins house for the next four days. There were no chores to do; instead there was a whole lot of leisure time and too much porn to read. My determination to become the new record holder was weakening with each stroke. The air in my cousins basement was cool and relaxing; it felt intoxicating against my naked lower half. The only sounds that could be heard were the blips and beeps coming from Dans Nintendo game and my unconscious moaning. I had just finished a story in Penthouse Letters about two straight guys playing tennis. They bet each other that the loser has to perform fellatio on the winner. To make a long story short, after the match and a few beers they took turns going down on each other. Now, Im not gay, but after sixteen straight days without an orgasm this tale sounded pretty damn hot to me. I began to imagine what it would be like to have someone, male or female, wrap his or her warm lips around my swollen pecker. I was so overcome with lust that I almost forgot about my own bet with Dan. I had to stop stroking for a moment or two, for I felt my balls tightening. I tossed the Penthouse Letters aside and picked up a Playboy. This issue was a special Girls of Summer Edition. Again, I flipped through the magazine with my left hand and massaged my dick with my right. I was careful to stroke slowly to avoid an unwanted eruption. Twenty minutes ticked by. My cousin was still playing his video game and I was still playing with myself. This time, I was completely lost in my own little world of lust and centerfolds. I have always loved to view the naked female form in outdoor settings. This special issue of Playboy was a dream come true (I later traded four comic books for sole ownership of it). Each page displayed a naked woman or women in just about every possible outdoor setting. Women were shown frolicking naked through fields, playing on tire swings, skinny-dipping, etc. The last two-page layout really did me in, however. It depicted three gorgeous, completely nude women strolling down a country road, holding hands. The photo showcased their beautiful bare behinds. I was in heaven and I was paying attention to the intensifying throbbing of my penis. I was imagining what it would feel like to rub my boner all over the Playmates delicious derrieres. I lost the bet as I began to fantasize about the blonde playmate in the middle of the trio, squeezing her tight cheeks around my cock and jerking me off with her ass. I didnt expect the first shot of come. Without warning, a long stream of semen fired out of my pee hole and hit me right in the face, splattering against my right cheek. In a mixture of surprise and ecstasy, I quickly dropped the magazine and turned to look at my spasming manhood. A second shot of spooge flew into my gaping mouth and landed on my tongue. I swallowed it and continued stroking. I cocked my head back and moaned loudly as sixteen days worth of pent-up semen shot out of my penis, covering my face, chest and stomach. Dan heard my cries of pleasure and turned away from his video game. Holy shit! You spooged yourself! He laughed. I guess this means youll have to start all over if you want to break my record! Fuck that, I laughed. Some records are not meant to be broken! I cleaned myself off with my t-shirt and sat down naked next to Dan and picked up the other controller. We played video games until his parents returned from work. That night, I jerked off three more times while we watched skin flicks on HBO (thats another story) to make up for the past sixteen days. I vowed that I would never again deprive myself of masturbation for that long unless it was absolutely necessary!

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