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A FAVORITE MEMORY

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By Ben C. My parents left me with the instructions that when I had finished cleaning the barn, I could have the rest of the afternoon free. Mom explained where I could find supper and with a hug and a kiss on the top of my head, she got in the car with Dad and they drove off down the hill toward town. We lived ten miles from anyone and I was very used to being alone. I quickly scooped out the trash and swept the floor, noticing a mouse watching as I swept close to her nest. They ate a lot of grain, but I still enjoyed watching them scamper around, playing in the dark corners. I stepped from the dark barn into the hot, glaring summer sun. Quickly, I stepped out of my shorts and stretched lazily as the sun sensuously explored my naked body. I felt a movement in my little pleasure toy and looked down to see it responding. It was still small but my brother told me it would grow some more and to just be patient. He also told me that the light dusting of fuzz would grow too. He certainly grew in both of those categories. Only last year when I was eleven, he had introduced me to the wonderful world of wanking. I was shocked for a little while but after the first orgasm, I became a true believer and follower forever. Not only had his stiffy grown big and his body hair thick, he could also shoot out white stuff that he said felt even better. I couldn�t imagine it feeling any better, but I was willing to learn. These thoughts raced through my mind, giving me a protruding lance to lead my way. I slowly ran my hands around on my smooth, hairless body, lightly tracing the most sensitive parts. When I could stand it no more, I lowered my hand to my throbber and lovingly caressed it. A thrill of expectation quivered through my small body but I forced myself to keep it slow. Soon after I had fallen to the ground in ecstasy and writhed around with my first orgasm, my brother explained how I could prolong the joy and make it even stronger. I was an avid learner and that was what I was doing now. Being naked in the hot summer sun was wonderful. Being totally free of watchers out in nature was even better. I could go anywhere on the farm and only be seen by the watchful animals and the few clouds drifting overhead. I climbed a tree at the back of the barn and stepped to the roof. Where the tree shaded it, the surface was warm but not burning hot. I sat down and looked around, enjoying the farm from the bird�s view. I had gotten one of Mom�s almost empty jars of hand lotion, put some water in it, and shook it until I was sure it was mixed. I kept it hidden on top of the barn for my jackoff sessions. The sun had warmed the jar and watery lotion to a perfect temperature. I put just two drops on the velvet head of my little friend and slowly spread it around with my fingers. I freely moaned, knowing I couldn�t be heard. I lay back and stretched again, forcing more blood into my lance. I put a drop of lub in my hand and carefully grasp my staff. I twisted my fist around the base and then slowly slid my oiled hand up to the throbbing head. I shuddered with sensations of ecstasy. By this time, I was getting that well-known feeling in my groin and little balls. I tenderly took the kernels into my free hand and tugged just as my brother had taught me. I let them go and felt them retracting back to the base of my shaft. I reached my finger on down and slowly traced the ridge from my balls to my anus. I momentarily wished that this could go on forever. Then I touched and traced around the wrinkled lips of my tight little hole. That was too much. I felt my whole body spasm and knew that I had passed the point of no return. I began to pump with lightning speed and twist and gasp in pleasure. I was so lost in overpowering sensations that I couldn�t get a good breath, and kept sucking in more than I could let out. I pumped two more strokes and felt the tremor hit. I screamed out with the pent up breath and thrust my hips into my loving hand. My whole body pumped to force out the hot cum that wasn�t there. I kept pumping even though my love wand was almost too sensitive. With each stroke, my body jerked and I groaned. My hips still tightened up but I knew that I was gradually coming down from the orgasmic high. I slowed my greased pumping to almost no movement. It was just too wonderful to stop completely. I lay for a long time in the semi-aware state of mind. I relished the fact that this was only the first of many that I would have before my parents would be driving up. Mom would ask, �What did you do all that time?� I would answer, �Oh, just played around,� and enjoy a secret moment of how much fun this kind of �playing around� was. I felt a twitch in my hand and knew it was time to start again.