Cumming Clean, Part I: Pre-teenagedom

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This is my story. The beginning of a hopefully memory filled adventure that will mature me into a wiser person sexually. Some names have been changed. Well, now I'm gonna cum clean, enjoy...

 

First off, I want to say, I don't really consider myself sexually oriented. Sure you may think it is because I'm young and confused. I have had a relationship (non sexual, pure love) with a girl, and have liked girls throughout my life, but my focus is on the male sex. You may call me bi, but there is something I can't really explain. I'm not gay, straight, or bi. I thought I was an asexual, but I really don't fit the symptoms, considering I am a MASTERbator. Very hard to explain...



Anyhow, my story begins when I entered Junior High. In the height of social placement, I really didn't fit in. I kept to myself which earned me few friends who eventually stopped being my friends. So I was really an empty book to my peers, but deep inside is a thoughtful and fairly well rounded boy, with a secret.



I remember all the crushes I shared with my fraternal twin brother. We enjoyed this secret world, just us and our 'idols'. All the jocks, I in a sense worshipped. I felt so ashamed of myself being such an outcast. Being a boy with such a culture clash with my parents who immigrated from Italy about 12 years ago, they really didn't understand much and so I usually spent my Friday nights at home, imagining these 'gods' hanging out with places to go and stuff to do. As much as I loathed them and the fact that our REALLY private school BREATHED for sports, there were some...talented athletes in my class. I would relish in any chance I could get seeing them without a shirt on in the lockeroom, being the manly boys you'd expect. I was really self concious about my body, and still am. I'm fairly 'pudgy', so I'd always change in the stalls, but I would almost always peer through the cracks seeing them run around slapping each other and horsing around, while other flexed in the mirror and bragged about the impressingly developed bods. I'd always arrive to the locker room early and leave VERY late (you get the picture).



Seeing these boys in their nature was all I could bare before exploding. I liked a lot of them, and some I was DEEPLY in lust with. One boy, who we'll call 'C' drove me NUTS! The messy dirty blonde shaggy hair, those bedroom blue eyes, those perfect tan pecs, machine gun arms, abs so tight and perfectly round, my goodness this boy had the perfect ass and smile known to humanity! He was also the most well-endowed boy in school. (My gay friend had been the gossip god in all of junior high and saw everyone's privates and would often playfully describe C's ENORMOUS cock. Let's just say I needed some hard evidence, but hiding in the stalls everyday I never saw the action my friend would describe to me with so much excitement, as he himself being popular had ALL the advantages I never had.) Anyhow, C would sit next to me in Fine Arts class and we barely exchanged words, except for a few playful critiques of our terrible works of 'art', but once we had to partner and I went NUTS! I had to sketch his hand and he had to sketch mine. He had to hold mine down to sketch and I had to hold his down. Let's just say I went to town with that hand MANY times that day! (By the way, did I mention I'm about a six and a half incher, not very wide, and semi-circumcised?)



When I realize I'm hopeless I often switch crushes. These boys were in my head all the time, these heroes, these adonis that walked before humanity. I would go home, lock myself in the bathroom with the shower on, and pump my excruciatingly hard cock till the frustrations of the day turned into huge wads of thick cum, and it still wasn't enough. I would imagine EVERYONE, C, his wingmen who were equally hot (who I'll call the Shags), these two other boys, can't forget about them either. One we'll call Andy and the other Rufus. Andy was THE most popular boy in school. Real stupid, but JACKPOT! He was a redhead. I remember watching him change clothes and seeing that tight ass change into those short short P.E. shorts. He was so tall and pale and just a totally goofball which turned me on. I often trailed up his shorts when he would sit to see his underwear, and little sprouts of red pubes would stick out. I never got farther than that but my mind went wild imagining him to be soooo hung because of his very tall stature. A boy can dream! His partner in crime Rufus was no exception either! He was very lean and tan, smaller than his pal and very more calmed, but he was an amazing guy in some many levels. Firstly, he was unbelievably handsome, and fit, with little outlines of pecs and abs, but not too much. He had this façade of the life of the party, but as I sat in front of him in Spanish, I saw a person who is intelligent, it was still a shame to see him stifle that depthfullness to be popular. But, on account for how come hither and fuck me he looked, he could be one of the burnouts and everyone would still want a piece of that!



The jocks were an elite group of very beefy boys, but they weren't real nice to folk like me. So I moved on, but I would still pump myself in the lockeroom with no one around as I sniffed their clothes in their gym bags. Picturing their sweaty selves flexing and frolicking about without shirts on exposing their cut like canary diamond bodies made me explode all over the bench in the lockeroom.



I had numerous crushes on teachers too. Three to be exact. They were example of total manliness, and it was sad to see that they were ALL taken, with a family at a very young age no less.



I remember my Algebra teacher, we'll call him Mr. J. Very bony, but once I sneaked a peek at him at while he was changing for soccer practice and MY WORD! He had the most defined pecs on the face of the earth with a little trace of abs. His biceps were like BASEBALLS too! He also taught P.E. so he'd come in with those really tight khaki short shorts and sleeveless shirt where if you could peek hard enough, you could see those million dollar pecs. Through the years I developed a way of seeing the goods while the other boys used the urinals which I used without ceasing, on this special day I saw Mr. J unzip the anaconda of my wet dreams. About 5, 6, or even 7 inches (soft too!), and quite thick as well, with tufts of brown pubes. I was in hog heaven as I ran to the stall and captured that image forever. He was friendly and funny too so we'd often share exchanges about t.v. shows or 80's bands.



Mr. D was my Science teacher, who at the ripe ol' age of 40 was proving he was STILL banging! He was really youthful in the way he acted which is what drew to his true sexiness. He never was revealing like my other teacher, but my imagination went wild with him!



Finally, the FINEST teacher of them all was Mr. E, my Fine Arts and Literature teacher. In his twenties, with two kids already, he was a certified BEEFCAKE that all girls (and some boys) alike relished in. He evoked sexiness in every inch of his entire 6'2 body. He was tanned, blonde, and had the most piercing blue-grey eyes on Earth! I could see those delicious arms flex as he wrote on the chalkboard, and as he squatted to help a fellow student, host of angels rang in my ears as that ass great tighter and firmer. HEAVEN! His dick wasn't bad either. Once I went to the bathroom and saw him as he finished up in the urinal. He had a smooth hairless dick, it was soft so probably about five inches and REALLY thick. Damn that wife! He took an interest in my brother and I in class as his smartest pupils. But my brother was fond of him more than me, so I backed off. But DAMMMN! That is all I have to say.



My greatest crush of all, one who I deeply loved, was a boy who we will call 'R'. He was unlike anyone else. On the surface he was a creepy geek, but I saw a soul that beckoned to me. The whitest skin and the messiest brown hair, the most beautiful face with such amazing greenish brown eyes to match. He was not just a wankworthy dream (he had some HUGE nipples and the most mature body, but he didn't have crazy abs or pecs, just a mature body fit for a 16th century sculpture), but a charming friend. He would always make advances with me as a joke, like grab me and hold my hand, and although I knew he was kidding, I sometimes think he was trying to advance back at me because deep down inside he knew I liked him-LOVED him! He was of course straight, and quite a wild one too. He'd always talk about a girl he was dating, and brag about sexual conquests, but I knew he was just fluffing. He was also innocent, in a strange way. Anyhow, these feelings heightened and heightened and consumed me each second, and then came the end of junior high, I parted ways with him, the teachers I wanted to be pets too, and the all powerful Jocks, who would probably go on to make other girls and guys melt in high school.



I still talk to 'R' and keep in touch with few friends, but I will always carry these memories of my early and highly awkward stages with sexuality. I thought this would be good place to express my inner angst, hoping that no one in my VERY strict Catholic school and southern town don't read this website.



I hope this story relates to many of you Solo Touchers, sorry it isn't as erotic as most stories, but this August I will be registering in High School and hopefully I figure out this new sexual world I embarked on since my early years of junior high and it's total awkwardness, and not to mention have more wonderful stories to tell for a part II.



Happy Jacking,



Anonymous.

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