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My First Time

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Submitted by "Anonymous" I was 18 the first time I successfully masturbated. Not that I wasn't trying, I just couldn't seem to make it work. I had been trying for quite a while, doing some of the things that I had read about or heard about from kids at school. But I had not found that right combination of setting, arousal, and technique. Then one day, I finally had a breakthrough. It was the summer after I finished high school and before I started college. I was doing lawn work for folks in my neighborhood and a few friends of my parents to save for college. The Crenshaws were friends of my parents, and one of the couples whose lawn I cut regularly. Sometimes Mrs. Crenshaw would be at home when I did the work, but usually she was not. She would leave me a key and tell me to help myself to any food or drinks they had in the fridge. The thing about Mrs. Crenshaw is that she was an attractive woman, and my buddies and I all had crushes on her back then. I'm sure we all worked her into our sexual fantasies at one time or another; I know I did, and I always got a slight charge out of being at her house, whether she was there or not. The thing about MISTER Crenshaw is that he was rumored to have quite a porn collection hidden away in his bedroom. A friend of mine claimed to have found it one time that he and his parents were visiting with the Crenshaws. After learning this, I decided to see if I could find thisporn collection and see it for myself. The next time I was at their house for yard work, the Crenshaws were not home, and I was confident that they would not return while I was there. So, taking a break from work, I went into the house for a drink of water and to find the porn. I was excited, nervous, and scared, but I was determined to achieve my goal. Working with the intel from my friend, the first place I looked was in their bedroom. It didn't take me long to find a stack of magazines under their bed. I carefully noted how the magazines were arranged as I took them out from under the bed so I could replace them exactly as they were. As I looked at the magazine covers I could see that Mr. Crenshaw was serious about his porn. I had seen Playboy, Hustler, and Penthouse before, but I had never seen the kind of stuff that he had. They were not your typical magazine rack publications with lots of advertisements and journalistic filler. No, these were pure hardcoreporn with page after page of photos and nothing else. I realized that he must be getting these magazines by mail order or from one of the specialized porn stores scattered around our city. I quickly found myself in an extreme state of arousal with a raging hard-on. It must have been the combination of the exotic porn, the clandestine way that I had found it, the fear of being caught, and the titillation of being in Mrs. Crenshaw's bedroom, that brought on such a high degree of horniness. Throwing all caution to the wind, I took the magazine that looked the best into their bathroom. It was a series of pictures of a man with a large cock having sex with a beautiful woman in numerous ways: fucking, anal, oral, multiple positions, etc. I laid the magazine on the counter top next to the sink, and pulled down my pants. As I leafed through the pages of the magazine, I stroked my rock hard cock, using the same unsure, awkward movements that I had tried without success before. But this time, with my extreme arousal and determination, I noticed a difference. I could not stop. I did not want to stop. Each picture pushed me further and further, and I kept stroking, faster and longer. It didn't take long before I could feel, for the first time, my orgasm welling up inside of me. It started as a distinct tingling in my cock, then it seemed to spread to the rest of my groin and upper legs, through my stomach and into my chest. My heart was pounding fiercely, and my hand was pumping my cock furiously, my eyes glued to the photos of the man and woman fucking in that magazine. Finally the orgasm took over my whole body, and I jerked out several long streams of cum into the Crenshaw's bathroom sink. My head was swimming as I watched the cum shoot out of my cock, and my knees almost completely buckled. I held onto the counter top and managed not to fall to the floor. I slowly recovered, my hand gently stroking my still hard cock, shocked and amazed at what I just did and at how good it felt. I eventually came back to my senses, and at first felt a little panicked: I had just masturbated in the bathroom of one of my parents' best friends! I quickly pulled myself together, using tissues to wipe off excess cum from my cock and to wipe up the cum from the sink basin, pulling up my pants, washing my hands, and flushing the tissues down the toilet. I put the magazines back under the bed as best as I could remember they had been, then headed back into their yard to finish my work. During the rest of the time I was there I could think of nothing else but what I had done, and how good it had felt. I wanted nothing more than to go back into their bedroom and do it again! However, I didn't want to push my luck, so I finished my work, and went back home. Later that night after I had gone to bed, I jerked off again thinking about the porn I saw at the Crenshaw's house, trying to relive that intense moment earlier in the day. After that experience, every time I did yard work for the Crenshaws and they weren't home, I always found time to pay a little visit to their bedroom. I eventually found a much larger stash of porn in Mr. Crenshaw's closet, which also included little paperback books with hardcore stories. I always did my best to cover up my clandestine activities, cleaning up after myself, and putting things back how I found them. I kept this up for several weeks, when one day I went into their bedroom and couldn't find a single naughty photo or story. For a long time I was scared that the Crenshaws had discovered my activities, but they never said anything to me, and as far as I know, they never said anything to my parents. I like to think that maybe Mrs. Crenshaw just got tired of having all of that porn around and made Mr. Crenshaw get rid of it, perhaps hoping that he would have more energy for her. Regardless, it was a pivotal moment for me and I've been jerking off regularly ever since!

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