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Mowing Surprise

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One of my earliest discoveries


A rite of passage for most young men is the privilege of mowing the yard. We had a corner lot and a push mower (powered). I remember it taking me a couple of hours each time on hot and humid days. I would mow in my shorts and no shirt. Sweat dripping from my pores and dust and clippings clinging to my skin. Then as I was turning around at the end of one of my rows, I felt an extreme tickling sensation. My midsection had pushed up against the handle of the running mower.

I felt my heart pound and a buzzing sensation rush to my cock. It instantly grew, the skin of my cock sliding up against my leg. Wow that felt good. I could not believe how hard it was. It felt like a rod of iron, yet alive. It pulsed and bounced with my heartbeat as I pulled away from the handle. I looked around to see if anyone was out. Not seeing anyone, I slowly eased my crotch back up to the vibrating crossbar. As soon as I made contact huge uncontrollable pulses rushed through my body. My cock began twitching, and euphoric pleasure filled my entire body. I could hear and feel my heart beating in my ears.

The pleasure was intense and I soon discovered that I had come through the fabric of my shorts. I felt slightly embarrassed as I looked around to see if anyone had saw what I was doing. The coast was clear.

I continued mowing, but my dick was so hard it popped out of the bottom of my shorts leg. I grew bold and place the underside of my twitching member across the bar on the mower. Again there were instant pulses of pleasure racing through my body and come erupted quickly out of my cock. I could only stand the sensations for a few moments and had to pull off. I nearly crumpled. Wow what feeling!

I came a couple more times that day, but eventually I became numb to the sensations. I even learned how to slow down the sensations, not pressing so hard or so long. Mowing became a chore that I did not mind doing.



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