Panties, big butts and self-sucking history

Panties, big butts and self-sucking history by Aden My introduction to masturbation came fairly late. Like all kids I became aware of my morning "boners" as something to hide rather than enter the breakfast area with while wearing nothing but underwear. I remember watching my friend try on his big sister's underwear when both of us were grade school kids but neither of us had any ideas remotely sexual. He merely liked the feel of the lingerie and never became aroused. A couple of years later like all nearly pubescent males I would do everything, follow any lead to find a dirty magazine to look at, all the while acting as if I had friend waiting who would buy the thing if I could get it to him. It is interesting the way kids censure themselves with such things. I have very devout Christian parents, yet they never harassed me about sexual issues. The standard sex-education began in eight-grade much to the general hilarity of the student body. Naturally the subject was interesting and slightly titillating but mostly it was awkward. Our teacher did her best to effectively teach us about all aspects of sex, including a passing mention of masturbation. This now seems odd considering it was years before most of us would have real sex partners. Obviously the teacher knew masturbation was or would soon be our only sexual outlet. In any case, some of my favorite memories are of my masturabatory experiences. I think the first came after a sleep-over with some friends. It was in my seventh or eighth grade school year. My friend John was far more interested in girls than I was. He would talk about the cute girls in school and their respective attributes with me long into the night. His passion about the subject seemed excessive but sometimes when he would mention one or two girls that I really thought were cute I would find myself getting a boner. Weekend after weekend I found myself thinking more about these girls. He would ask me my thoughts and I would answer honestly about each girl, not that it mattered since I was only a friend to my female classmates. My friend began to show me his boners which to me were only friendly challenges to see who was bigger. We would each measure our penises and pull and tug to make them as big as possible. Mine was seven inches in seventh grade, and grew about an inch a year for the next three. Ninth grade I was almost the ten inches I now am as an adult. All through these years girls occupied more of my thoughts and I began to have fantasies about them. I would get unbelievable boners randomly throughout the school day and the late-night-early-morning ones felt like steel, yet I never thought of masturbating. I really had forgotten the brief mention of it in health class. I remember one evening discussion with friends who were discussing their crushes, and for the precocious ones who were "going with" girls, their desire to have any kind of physical contact with girls, from holding hands and kissing to petting and on occasion, intercourse. This shocked me but stimulated my mind and slowly I began to think sex was something that not only other people wanted and had, but something I wanted. Television in the late-seventies, early-eighties produced a fever in my brain what with the Threes Company girls in their tight jeans, Julie the cruiser director from Love Boat and the advent of MTV and cable t.v. with their videos. It began to awaken new thoughts and feelings in me. Another friend had an older brother who had a stack of Playboy magazines. He also had a young sister who would talk sex in her half-understood way with me most of the night after her brother had fallen asleep. She had a little crush on me and was fairly boy-crazy. She liked me because I was the one boy who slept over nearly every weekend. We listened to records, ate pop corn, and talked about girls. I soon began to long for him to fall asleep so I could talk to Jenny,his sister. I don't know why her parents took so little interest in what she wore at night but I am glad they didn't because she would wear a very flimsy nightgown with only little cotton panties underneath. He boobs would sway under the fabric and I really started to think about her a lot. I fought my thoughts and really tryied to chase away the fantasies I would have about her, especially when she was around me. It was strange, she would be within two feet of me, on the floor with her head resting on her hand, as was I, and I would think it was wrong for me to look at her bulging mound straining against her little pink panties. For the most part I would enjoy talking with her and part of me thought that dirty thoughts were the worst thoughts I could have. It seemed I fantasized about stripping and touching her later at night, and mostly in dreams. I soon began to think her nightly visits were hindering my looking at the Playboys that I found in a small hiding place in my friend's basement. Like an idiot I would feign sleep to have her leave so I could quietly grab three or four magazines and crawl over to the bathroom in the next room and look at the girls. I remember some friends saying they could "cream" and that I probably couldn't. Not only were they right about me, but I really did not know much about "creaming" myself. I treated sex-education as one more class to diligently study for, rather than as something intimate happening with my own body. Remember, masturbation was hardly discussed, rather the "male body released sperm through nocturnal-emissions and later, intercourse. Remembering my friend’s words I began to collect all of the girly magazines I could find and found myself sequestered in my room for nearly all of my free time paying great attention to the submitted stories. I remember savoring each picture trying not to look at all of them too quickly since a magazine like Playboy only had three pictorial sections, as I am sure you readers know. I found a combination that to this day still turns me on. I read a bit and then look at a few pictures. I would while away hours doing this and be amazed at the size of my boners straining against my white underpants. Astonishingly I did not masturbate. It really did not occur to me yet. It sounds dumb but I sat there with giant boners without masturbating. Perhaps the belief that married people express their love in a sexual way was the way I saw sex. It caused me to have a blind-spot about masturbation. The day was coming however! Summers were spent with my friend Paul and his hot sister, Annie, who was a year younger than me. Annie was witty and fun and almost embarrassingly honest. He parents were quite liberal and answered any and all questions about our changing bodies. I remember being with Paul when for no reason he asked his mother what masturbation was. I pretended not to hear him but listened as his mother explained it in a medical way. I could think of nothing else the rest of my stay. Annie interjected that it meant something about "cumming" which seemed like "creaming" in my feverish brain. She had discovered dirty magazines at her job as a maid at a motel and brought them home to show me. I will never forget the big, pantied-ass of the model in the magazine. It seems to have informed my sexual tastes to this day. Annie would watch me look at the pictures and I would pretend I wasn't excited. My jeans would nearly rip from my hard on. She never said anything about my boners, but did ask if I "beat off"- or wanted to. I told he "of course not" but began to sneak these magazines off to the guest room and into my suitcase where I would look at them for hours undisturbed. Paul had a summer job so I would be alone some days. One evening Annie and her friend Stephanie were spending time with Paul and me. As night fell, we snuck into the local fieldhouse and swam. On our walk home Steph took off her shirt and revealed her bra. Annie, not wanting to be outdone did the same and revealed her ample boobs in her straining bra. Steph was slimmer but not flat-chested and asked me if I liked her bra. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer where I notice the little Bali logo. She was breathing her hot sweet breath on me since we had run to the point we were standing. That coupled with the little yellow Bali bra made a deep impression on me. Later that night we slept on the family deck and I remember talking to the girls while I stripped naked in my sleeping bag. The proximity to the girls, their sweet voices, and the night air gave me a throbbing erection. I think mainly I stripped to get out of the painful too-tight underpants. Only while doing it and later that night did it seem naughty and fun. While most of my friends by this time had begun to have wet dreams, I had not. In the morning Annie must have known I stripped because her mother asked that I not do that anymore around the girls to which I said I hadn't. I felt badly about lying but was scared and ashamed. I promised myself I would not think about girls for the rest of the summer. Instead, I found myself lightly touching the outside of my underpants and my boner that afternoon in the privacy of Paul's room. I had read a Penthouse forum and the person described his jackoff sessions in detail, how he would read and stroke. I found myself afraid to imitate what I was reading, but continued on. As most of you probably know, when you are touching your body you tend to forget your surroundings. I had a tent in my undies and noticed Annie watching me from under the stairs- a place I thought was my secret hiding place in the big house. She coolly walked in and said "I thought you didn't beat off". Blushing, I tried to cover myself. She directly said I had to show her my dick or she would tell her mom, and my mom. I nearly panicked and promised her everything I could think of to avoid stripping for her. She ended up accepting my offer to do all of her assigned chores for the rest of the summer under threat of tattling. Before she left, she asked if I wanted to see her "kitty". I swallowed hard and was scared and said that she shouldn't, at which point she sat on the floor, pulled her pants down, panties aside and showed me her pussy. She smiled, asked if I liked it, and hiked up her tight jeans. Later that night, I escaped to the wash room and before taking a shower, found her slightly moist panties and tried them on. I felt so odd and excited that I got shivers that would come in waves. My nipples were hard and so was my dick. I rubbed a my dick in the panties little more and then put another pair of panties up to my nose. I almost fainted from excitement. I would rub my dick, sniff the panties and look at several dirty magazines at the same time. In my desire to have an orgasm (I finally remembered what it was) I would pee in the swimsuit and panties. That served as orgasm for a while. What with the magazines and my new infatuation with the video images of Pat Benatar in her tight black leotards (which I would sit up until five in the morning waiting for), I was moving closer to real masturbation. After I would pee- sometimes wearing one of Annie's mini-pads in the crotch of the panties, I would feel weird and vow not to do it again. I wrestled each day with myself yet, would do it the very next day. A whole day of looking at the "Girls on Film" video with the model's pubic hair slightly visible through her panties, cute Martha Quinn, the ZZ Top girls (particularly the brunette Jeana Tomasino with her very hard nipples and blow job mouth), curvy Soap Opera chicks, Kim Wilde videos, Solid Gold dancer Pam with her raven-hair and big butt and legs would leave me walking around with a giant boner most of the day. I wore loose jeans even when it was too warm to do so. I am sure most of my school friends masturbated whenever they needed to relieve the pressure. I did not. I think the longer I resisted the temptation the more my fantasy life grew. I would watch idiotic t.v. programs just to see a five second glimpse of a girl’s pantyline in tight white pants. The tall girl Jennilee Harrison from Three's Company drove me nuts. She had mid-riff shirts and I could see the outline of her big, swollen nipples. I would keep Annie- or by this time, Steph's used panties in my underwear or pockets and sniff them when Bailey of W.K.R.P. would swing her big butt in those tight, faded jeans. I waited to see "Kimberly" from Different Strokes, Kari Wuhrer and Jenny McCarthy, and Carolyn Hellman from MTV. They all wore tight blouses. Ditzy Kari once wore a skin tight lycra bike top that showed every curve of her boobs and the outline of her nipples. Night Flight on the USA network showed a lousy film adaptation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that had a brunette who had the nicest, juiciest, biggest ass and boobs I had ever seen on the tube. I remember seeing Meg Ryan on a some worthless soap in which she had on a strapless violet evening dress where her nipples almost poked through the material throughout the whole five-minute scene. As you can see, I wasted a lot of time that summer. Alas, one afternoon I was lightly rubbing my dick through my shorts in Annie's living room in broad daylight, when I decided to take it out and look at the head. Annie was in the bathroom and her mother was in the kitchen one room away. I have no idea why, but I slowly began to stroke my dick. Annie was one room away! I had a million images fighting for supremacy in my mind and my dick had never been harder or bigger. Perhaps the daring and risk added to the excitement and arousal level. I continued to slowly and lightly trace the underside of my penis, when my body shuddered and tingled and I saw a bright-white, glistening teardrop of semen on the tip of my penis. My heart literally skipped and I felt light-headed and so excited that I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath. In my mind I saw Annie's pussy, Steph's bra and tanned legs, Jenny's bush inside her cotton panties, Pat Benatar's big, juicy butt, myself being caught in panties jacking off with a boner, everything at once! I further squeezed the underside of my dick and saw quite a bit more of the semen ooze out, down the shaft and into my underwear. I felt a bit scared and quickly pulled up my shorts and tried to regulate my breathing. With wobbly legs I went downstairs to Paul's room where I stayed the remainder of the afternoon promising to never do it again. Paul was away for a two day wrestling clinic so I quickly found myself compromising with myself regarding masturbation. I would read dirty magazines just to "understand" what my body was undergoing. Ten minutes of Forum and I had another giant boner which would not go down. I had three or four magazines in front of me and I would start the same routine lightly touching then slightly stroking my dick. I would turn the pages looking at the centerfolds and saving my favorite pictures for the end. Some of the early eighties Playmates haunt my masturbation fantasies today. With the internet I can drift back to my youth far easier that dragging out old Playboys with stuck together pages. I looked at Candy Loving, Missy Cleveland, Liz Glazowski, the aforementioned Jeana Tomasino, Kimberly McArthur, Karen Witter, Lynda Wiesmeier, Cathy St. George and her amazing nipples, Charlotte Kemp and her giant boobs, and the amazing Marianne Gravette in her white garter and stockings. No nuance or detail escaped my committed gaze. I looked at each wonderful girl in detail. If her nipples were hard and stuck out like pencil erasers I was immediately hard. If she had on cute see through panties my stick sprug to attention. If she had a big, round, beautiful, curvy, girl-butt, with tight panties around swelling hips my heart would race. Remember, one day after promising myself not to be dirty, and make sure never to touch myself again, I was downstairs stark naked in a friend's house with Playboy magazines in front of me, my friend Annie's panties over my nose, another on my really hard dick, now covered in baby oil! Some self-discipline I had! I know Annie had to have known her panties were disappearing, especially after seeing me with a boner several days previous. Nevertheless once I started I couldn't stop. I finally started stroking hard and fast, and had the television on MTV to conceal the noise the baby oil made when stroking my dick. The combination of the images in Playboy and Penthouse in front of me, my thoughts of Annie, the smell and feel of her panties, had me so excited I was having trouble breathing. I also could see myself in the bedroom mirror which seemed unreal to me since I had never looked at myself with a boner. The shock of the sight of my little 120 lb. body with a ten inch boner was amazing. When the Stray Cats "Sexy and 17" came on I noticed I was wet for the first time with pre-ejaculate (pre-cum). It also seemed different and weird but I sensed something different life-changing was immanent. As I sniffed and stroked, thought of Annie, Morgan Fairchild in a hot tub scene, the foxy actress in the "Sexy and 17" video held up the cat while sitting in her white panties in her bathroom, I saw white light, my breathing deepened, my heart raced- then seemed to stop- and I felt an electric rush throughout my body, and especially my penis, which contracted and violently recoiled wave after wave, launching rope after rope of thick, white cum up over my head, into my hair, mouth and all over the room. If anyone has seen Peter North the adult film star cum, you have seen me cum! There were between twelve and fifteen spasms and ropes of semen shot out of my dick. When I took a look around the room and began to realize I had finally "creamed" or cum, I was freaked. I was totally turned on, but a bit scared too. I felt less innocent, but super curious. I stared at the pictures and lightly stroked my sopping wet and very fragrant dick. Cum was everywhere and the room smelled like it. My dick did not go soft, so I lied there playing with it, mixing my cum into Annie's panties creating a new sexy smell that kept me enthralled for hours. I came over ten more times that day and had refractory periods in between for only a few minutes. The next day Annie told me she knew I could cum but never told me how she knew. She caught me later in the week, since any time of the day all she had to do was quietly enter the basement from the side door and slip into the closet and watch. From reading a really dirty magazine I learned to my relief, that what I now loved to do all the time was not something only I liked, but lots of boys and men did, as well as girls. Amazingly, I even discovered I could suck my own dick with relative ease (something I still do) and would stroke and stroke while looking at a Playboy or the pornographic tape I bought from an older guy which had Tracy Lords and Ginger Lynn in it. When I saw naked girls posing, masturbating, sucking and having intercourse, all the while dressed in tight, see-through panties, I went crazy. I watched that tape hundreds of times until it was stolen. I would jackoff until I was close to cumming at which point I would relax and flip my legs over my head, walk them down the bedroom wall, turn my head to see the t.v. and when a really hot pose was struck by one of the girls, would feel the familiar spasms begin. My dick would buck and spurt into my mouth and spray all over me, the wall, the room. If I relaxed and didn't keep stroking when I started to cum, I found I would not lose my desire as sometimes happens. As the summer neared its conclusion Annie demanded to see me stroke and suck my dick. I figured I had to or she would tell, plus the thought got me hard. I said I would jack off if she would masturbate for me, which she willingly did. I tried to convince her I thought sucking one's own dick was gross, and impossible but she giggled and said she watched me do it all the time from under the stairs. I gave up and nervously began to masturbate, scared at first but quickly getting hard all the same while she slowly peeled down her running shorts to reveal her small bikini panties with the yellow smiley face on the crotch. She seemed to really know what turned me on because she kept her boobs covered in a see through bra, and turned and stuck out her butt to make it look even rounder and bigger as it stretched the flimsy fabric. Through my labored breathing, shivers, and difficulty in swallowing my saliva, I asked her how she knew what I liked, to which she responded that she simply looked at the most stuck-together pages of the Playboys. Her words were, "you cum the most when you look at girls with the biggest butts in see-through panties, don't you". She made me continue stroking and then abruptly told me "enough jerking it, I want to see you eat your cum". As I rolled over with her help, she leaned her face close to mine and my dangling, giant boner. She lightly stroked it, and put her finger up my butt which was like putting one's finger in a light socket. Immediately I began to orgasm. She pulled off her sweaty panties and put them on my nose which caused me to cum a bucket into my mouth. She piled on to me and licked the cum out of my mouth and kissed me for ten seconds. She had me lick her "kitty" until she came- something I had no idea girls did!- which I thought was pee until she moaned. Then in typical fashion, she got up, tossed her sticky balled up panties at me, pulled on her shorts, smiled and went hopping upstairs. These events remain the strongest, sexiest events of my life. Even later when I had a hot girlfriend to have sex with I found it way more fun to stroke to pictures on the internet or dvd, sniff panties, or even suck my self off, then with her. Of course we had fun and jacked off in front of each other, and did each other, I really have more fun filming myself. Real sex is fun, but masturbation is better for me. My newest masturbation obsession is Samantha Brown from the Travel Channel and Rachel Ray from the food network. Just today I turned on my video camera, put a cock ring on, a dildo up my butt and watched with my head turned until she moved her beautiful, big butt in a perfect pose that sent me over the edge. My cum gushed into my mouth and down my throat and all over my chest and hair. Wow! Cable t.v. is worth something after all. 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