Plastic Bag fun

Again I discovered the joys of masturbation at 13 and my joy only grew afterwards. Around 14 and 15 I became curious about whether other boys were doing it to, but I never had the balls to ask.  One boy in particular named Shawn peaked my interest.  In an assembly one day he sat behind me on the ground with his legs crossed. He was wearing baggy shorts and boxers, so I had a clear view of his balls and penis, which was just handling there.  He was uncircumcised just like me.  My penis began to rise, but I didn’t want to get caught looking. To this day I think he wanted me to see. A few months later a few of us were changing for gym.  Shawn was wearing the same boxers.  All of a sudden his penis popped out of his  fly.  He was semi hard, and his penis had gotten thicker and darker since I’d seen it last.  I went home and jerked hard at the memory., imagining he was standing next to me jerking his tan organ to orgasm with me..Fast forward to my freshman year in HS.  I tried out for the basketball team.  A tall skinny kid named Paul tried out as well.  Noticing he was wearing big baddy shorts I looked up his pants legs.  To my delight I was able to see his white penis and low hanging balls.  After tryouts I went home and searched the web and found I site that describes jerk off techniques.  I came across the ziplock bad technique, which called for filling a ziplock sandwich bad with lotion or Vaseline, pleasing It between the mattress and box spring of the bed, then humping it.  I raced to the kitchen and got a bag, then went to my mom’s bathroom for lotion.  I filled the bag and raced to my room.  I then placed the bag in between the mattress and box spring, then inserted my penis.  It felt so good.  I began humping it like mad, so hard in fact, that I began to sweat.  Every once and a while I would look down at my rigid member to see it going in and out of the baggy.  This turned me on more.  I began to think of Shawn and Paul.  I began to imagine that they were there and that they were watching me pleasure myself, and that we could take turns humping my bed hard.  I began to imagine their penises and them jerking off and spewing their hot loads.  With these thoughts I slowed down my pumping, which allowed the pleasure to ripple through my young penis with every thrust and pull back.  Finally I felt the semen boiling from my testicles.  Which one huge thrust I came, screaming Shawn’s name with every shot of semen that I felt leave the tip of my penis and enter the bag to mix with the lotion. My whole body was shaking as I pulled out.  I pulled the bag out and saw the amount of semen that I’d dumped in the ziplock bag, which turned me on more.  I then stroked to another orgasm.  This became a regular practice, even though I couldn’t do it that much or else my mom would notice the absence of bags.  Eventually as my penis got bigger I’d break through the bag and cream between the mattress and box spring.  My bed humping led to my love of fleshlights.  But that’s another story.