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By the time I was 13, I had been masturbating for about three years or so. I couldn't ejaculate at first, and when this began aged about 12, my interest in sex deepened.


It was a Saturday morning, I was home alone, and woke up with my usual morning hard. Instead of getting up or immediately jacking off, I pushed the covers down, removed my pyjamas, and stared admiringly at my hard bouncing penis both directly and in the wall mirror opposite the bed. It was then about five inches long.

As I stared, it got harder, and I began to fantasise about my girl friend's little pointed tits, then about how my pecker looked as it shot rope after rope of come. My next vision was of my friend Sam's pecker as it shot during one of our many mutual sessions. By then I couldn't resist the urge anymore, and began to slowly stroke from bottom to head. When my fist got to my pecker head, I closed my hand over it, so on the down stroke, I gave the head a full rub.

Then all the way down to my sparse red pubic hair. I kept repeating this stroke, getting faster and faster. After about five minutes I was transfixed. Visions of my girlfriend's tits kept constantly alternating with my penis shooting, my breath came in gasps, I felt my penis flex and swell. It now got longer than it ever had been before, and I felt the first coming spasm. The first shot hit my chin, followed by three more ropes, and then constant oozing as my hard began to subside. This was a come so intense I'll never forget it.



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