A Teenage Gary's Perspective?

Oh God it was awful!”  Alan’s eyes widen at the memory, and I settle back to hear the rest. “Like all of us, I’d got pubes, I was growing like crazy, and we were all girl mad. A flash of panty…..a girl in a bikini in the summer….it was all good eye candy. I hadn’t begun masturbating at that stage though….not because I wasn’t getting spontaneous erections…I was….I just hadn’t got round to trying. Every morning thought was morning wood! 

Until that  morning. I had woken up feeling amazing. Everything was right with the world. I was warm, content….and wet! I slept naked back then and when I looked under the duvet, it looked like someone had emptied a bucket of wallpaper paste in the bed. I knew what it was instantly…especially when I coupled it up with last night’s dream. 

Now, can you explain this to me? I hadn’t seen between a girl’s legs, and I hadn’t found porn sites - mainly because we only had one computer in the house. Yet in the dream, I had taken a girl’s panties off, touched her…fingered her, and then had sex with her….like I knew what to do! Maybe it’s buried in inherited memory, but anyway, I’d had sex with this girl…who, incidentally was 13 too. Obviously I’d had a wet dream, and no way could I deal with it on my own. 

Mum was terrific though. She calmly changed all the bedding and on the way out gave me a kiss and said “Congratulations.” I quickly learned from my friends that they’d had a similar experience and that masturbation stopped it from happening. “Better blow your load under controlled circumstances than accidentally.” Mind you…that happened too! “

I listened and found myself becoming moist. 

“Then there was the party. I guess I was 14, maybe coming up on 15. A ‘proper’ party…no adults around. We’d done the head-banging music bit and then someone put some slow dance music on and turned the lights right down. I paired off with a girl and we were soon smooching away…..and I was hard! Worse still, she knew I was hard….I mean, she couldn’t not since we were holding one another very close and I was taller than her. My cock was pressing into her tummy and I felt her mound pressing into me. Anyway, she kissed me…my first proper boy/girl kiss and I came in my pants. I was scared of getting too close to girls for ages after that. 

See….there’s a thing. A girl can get horny and it’s almost invisibly, and she can, as long as she masks it well enough, even cum without anyone knowing. Yes, if she’s like me, her panties will be a disaster zone, but it’s do-able. 

We also ‘get erections’, in that our clits get hard as do our nipples. But I have yet to see a girl with a 7 inch clit. (Wouldn’t mind though!) 

“So, this girl in the dream…and at the party….who were they? Obviously someone you’d seen in real life and equally obviously, they had quite an effect on you. Anyone I know?” Well, I had to ask. We are curious creatures. 

“Yeah…you know her. I’d seen her panties on the school field most lunchtimes over the summer, and I just loved the…the shapes down there….the inner thigh, the curve of her bum, the way her panties covered her cu….er…her sex. And sometimes, there’s be marks on her panties…kinda like stains.” 

So, a member of my panty-flashing club then. As I ran through the likely candidates, he said something and I missed it. “Huh?” 

“I said….it was you. And at the party. The penny hit the bucket. Instantly I remembered dancing with him and that hardness pressing into my tummy. I must say, most boys got hard when they danced close to girls, so his wasn’t the first hard cock I’d encountered. Maybe that’s why he didn’t register. 

“Anyway…I…er…..I feel bad about this, but I thought about you when I wanked off. I just thought of your crotch, and sometimes I’d dream about you sitting opposite me and fingering yourself. 

Alan never made a play for me, and he was always very well mannered too.  While other boys would give out lewd comments or try to cop a feel, Alan was never like that. In fact, he would stop other boys who were being unpleasant. (Bless him). I asked him why he felt bad about masturbating thinking about me. “Well..it’s kind of an assault isn’t it? Sexual assault without touching. I didn’t even know how girls…er….did themselves. In fact, I wasn’t even sure they could do themselves. (Oh, we can…trust me!) 

And that’s when I saw that he was sitting in my den, desperately trying to hide his erection from me…again. He just moved slightly and its somewhat impressive outline became clear. I also realised that, with a little imagination, I was wearing what could be deemed to be a school uniform. Well, maybe not really. A deep blue pleated skirt and a white shirt on top. (No tie!) 

I don’t know that I was entirely in control of my body as Miss Brain brought my feet up onto the seat of the chair and let my knees flop apart as wide as the arms would let me. Also, I knew I would be visibly wet since him talking about his adolescence had really got to me. 

“Like this?” rather meant as “Do you like this?” Or “Was I like this?” really didn’t matter. His eyes widened as he stared at me, and I felt that tingle again….just like all those years ago…knowing there was only a thin layer of cotton between my sex and the world. 

He straightened his legs out and the fullness of his erection became visible. You know, I think both of us knew we wouldn’t fuck. Full sex was simply not on the table. But he did unzip himself and retrieved a cock that one day, I will have to sample. A good 7 inches and thick too. That’s going to hurt….but in a very, very good way. 

I reached under my bum and pulled my panties aside. I’m totally hairless down there and I look exactly as I did at 13. “You’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be.” Oh but there was a weight of feeling in that sentence, and what girl doesn’t like a compliment? I know girls who think their vaginas are ugly! 

Alan started to masturbate, as did I. We never took our eyes off one another, and I paused, only to slip my panties off and flick them across to him. He held them and brought them to his face. A deep inhale caused a glob of pure, clear, pre-cum to form. Don’t anyone ever tell me women don’t have power. 

Alan is a gentleman to his fingertips. He has been exquisitely brought up, but like all such men, there is an untapped well buried deep inside them….and I caught the moment his mind looked into it. It was little more than his lips parting as if to speak, and then closing again instantly in repression. 

“It’s ok, Alan….say it. Don’t fight….just let it out.”

He took several minutes before in a voice that was almost a whisper he said “Your cunt…you smell wonderful…I…I want to lick you off your panties…suck you in…I want your cunt…your piss….everything….oh…I’m gonna…” He looked around but the only available receptacle was my panties. 

“Alan, cum in my panties. Cum right in the crotch. Cum where my cunt was.” 

Watching a man cum because you’ve made him cum is one of the most amazing things in the world. I watched as with the utmost care, he placed the head of his cock on the back seam of the crotch and ejaculated across my wetness. There was way too much cum for the crotch alone to hold and the inside front of my panties was soon soaked through. 

I held out my hand for them back, and the taste of his semen sent me over. I lapped it like a cat laps cream, swallowing as I went. 

Sometimes, full sex isn’t necessary, or desirable. Mutual masturbation can be amazingly powerful. In fact, sex not being ‘available’ can take a lot of the pressure off.