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When I look back on my masturbation history I recall the days of my teen years. Youthful lust was in high bloom. I will begin by saying that I am a black male. During my junior and senior high school days I think I stayed horny most of the time. I must have jerked off at least a couple of times a day if not more. Most of the girls in my school were white. I became so aroused when I would sneak peeks under their dresses or skirts when they would cross their legs. Just a sight of those white thighs or stocking tops or suspenders would make my dick get so hard. I would have to hold my books in front of my crotch so no one would see my raging hardon. Even when left to go to my classes during the day the tension would build. I was so scared someone would see my hard dick and say something. It seems as if I was possessed by a demon of lust. I would even watch my female teachers and would stare up their dresses when I got the chance.

After leaving school I would be in such a hurry to get home to lose the tension in my balls. First I had to use all my powers to get my dick to go soft so my mother would not notice my condition. I would quickly come in, put my books down, say hi to mom, check to see if my siblings had gotten home and then I would hit the stairs to get to my room. On my way I would unbuckle my belt and then by the time I got to my room and locked the door my pants and underware were down at my ankles. I'd grab my rock hard dick with one hand, tease my nipples with the other and go to town jerking my throbbing dick. With closed eyes I would remember back over the day at school and all those beautiful white thighs and stocking tops I peeked at. Before long I was hufffing and grunting as my hand became a blur on my dick. Soon I was jerking my hips violently back and forth as cum would burst from the end of my dick and splatter everywhere. I loved to hear the sound of the blobs hitting the linoleum floor as I came. I must have emptied gallons of cum from my balls during those days. And you want to hear a secret. I still get aroused whem I can get a peek up white women's dresses.



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