A spotty faced teenager desperate for some relief.
When I was a teenager I was very self conscious about my skin, and my spots. This meant that I tended to keep myself to myself.
I’d go long walks with my dog, favouring the forests that surrounded my town
As a got older, I got hornier. The need to get that relief would grow and grow and I’d do anything to get it.
I started to go my walks wearing a longer jacket that covered my groin.
I’d open my zip and walk with my cock pointing out. As it brushed against the jacket, the excitement grew. If I met people I’d brazenly stand there chatting away knowing they’d be oblivious to my dirty secret.
The pockets were eventually cut out which meant I could hold, squeeze or chug on my cock whenever I wanted to.
As time went on, I’d progressed to gluing a strip of sandpaper on the inside of the jacket. My cock would rub against it and the sensation was phenomenal.
Being young, I’d manage three, four, five ejaculations while I walked.
A few months ago…and 40 years later - I went another long walk. No sandpaper this time, but the erotic sensation was right there again. Walking around talking and acknowledging folks as they passed…with a boner that would choke a horse.
I’m thinking of cutting the pockets out and gluing sandpaper on again….
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