Speedo Stories - Part 5

In this fifth installment, I'll answer one of the interesting questions asked by readers, and go into some more detail about how I went from being a shy, curious sixth grader to a junior high solo-sex virtuoso, and how, in the school yearbook of my dreams, I might have been listed as: CONTEST WINNER (under 10 weeks) "Masturbation is FUNdamental: Ejaculate Your First Two Hundred Times in the Twelve Weeks of Your Summer Break" FIRST PLACE The Prestigious Collins Junior High "Most Erections in School Per Day" Award Other School Honors (7th and 8th Grade Boys): Most Likely to Cum Within the Next Three Hours Most Creative and Effective Stealth Masturbation Tactics Most Unnoticed Orgasms in Public Places Largest Number and Variety of Places Used for Masturbation "Devin was presented with a special prize at his junior high school graduation for the remarkable achievement of cumming in a speedo swimsuit every single day since he got his first one." Anyway, here's a little background on what lead up to my discovery of speedos.  The first time I ejaculated was a couple of weeks before school let out for good.  Even before that happened, I had figured out some basics.  One was that I liked how my boner felt when I rubbed it, and that it felt especially good if I rubbed it on silky cloth.  Over the past months, I had tried different materials like the lining of my jacket, or a satin-covered cushion from one of our living room chairs.  None of these things seemed to quite have the feeling I wanted.  I knew my idea was good - I just needed to find the right thing. One Saturday morning in April I was relaxing on my bed in my underwear reading a book when I had an idea for something new to try.  One of the blankets on my bed had a strip of silky cloth on each end.  I remember wondering how I had missed it - it was the silkiest material I had found so far, and the perfect width so if I laid it flat on my bed I could slide up and down on top of it and make my boner rub on the material.   I smoothed the blanket on my bed, took off my underpants and tried it out.  It was the best feeling yet!  Every Saturday morning after that I would get on my bed naked and push myself up and down with my elbows, and enjoying the tingly, sexy feel of my boner on the material. After a few weeks, I was doing it one morning and suddenly the sexy tingly feeling got stronger and stronger and then my boner felt like it was throbbing really hard for a few seconds, and that sexy feeling seemed stronger than ever.  This was different.  Boy did it feel good!  When the feeling went away I noticed my boner was too sensitive to rub any more.  It felt like the sexy feeling was "over" because it had felt so good for those few seconds that it couldn't possibly go on.  It was as though my boner had worked so hard to make me feel good that now it needed a rest.  Before, it had always just kind of kept feeling good and I just kept going until I got tired of it.  Something was definitely different now, and it left me excited and wondering if it would feel that way the next time I tried it. Of course, as I found out later that morning, it did.  It was like that every time from then on, and over the next few weeks I noticed the throbby feeling getting even stronger - and a small slippery spot where my boner had been rubbing on the cloth.  I had read about semen in a book my mom gave me called Boys and Sex, so the cum wasn't a total mystery, but it still fascinated me.  Also, as the feelings got stronger and stronger, my fantasies became more vivid and elaborate, especially about one of my friends from sixth grade. For a long time I had been fantasizing occasionally about my friend Adam and the speedo swimsuit he wore in P.E.   When I started to cum, these fantasies became more intense and frequent.  I imagined the silky material I was rubbing on was my very own speedo suit, and that I was rubbing on Adam in his, and that when the feeling came, we were both having it at the same time as we rubbed up and down against each other.  I was now determined to get my own speedo suit as soon as possible.  In a couple of weeks I did, and you've probably read what that lead to in my earlier stories. Here's why I think I became much more focused on masturbation than most boys of 12 or 13.  One thing was the timing of my development.   When summer arrived, I had recently ejaculated for the first time and I had nothing to do all summer long but enjoy my awesome new hobby!  No summer school. No summer camp.  No paper route.  My timing was PERFECT!!   I did it as often as I could all summer long. Another thing was my personality.  I was a very shy, naive kid; quiet, skinny, slightly nerdish, and fearful of anyone who was too outgoing.  The friends I made were of similar character - not forward enough to instigate the sort of things I fantasized about.  Looking back now, I know that several of the boys I was attracted to were showing clear signs of mutual lust, but I just couldn't conceive of that at the time.  I wasn't even completely sure that other boys got boners except rarely, and somehow I just KNEW that no one loved to rub it and make it shoot the slippery stuff as much as I did, which was at least 2 or 3 times a day.   This isolated awareness and my extreme fascination with this new pleasure meant that my youthful explorations were strictly solo, very frequent, and extremely intense. One question I've been asked by readers is what other public places I indulged my youthful lust.  I've written about the hotel lobby, the hotel pool, in class, and at the library.  Here are some other places and brief descriptions of what I did there. 1. At a county transit bus stop on my way to the library.  No one else was there and I had speedos under my dress pants, so I did the thing with my arm rubbing over my lap.  I figured the cars were going by to fast to notice.  I came just before the bus pulled up.  I did it again later at the library. 2. On a plane coming back from vacation after 7th grade.  The plane had so many free seats that we could sit wherever we wanted and have a whole row to ourselves.  I picked one where no one could see me.  After getting comfortable with some pillows and a blanket, I undid my pants and rubbed through my speedos (yes I even wore them while traveling!).  Later I went back to the restroom and did it again, shooting even more cum into my suit. 3.  Since I was a very trustable kid, my mom would leave me "home alone" now and then to go on a business trip for a day or two .  On those rare occasions I would sneak out in the middle of the night and have some fun. The streets in our neighborhood were pretty dark - it was a quiet, older suburb with no crime to speak of so I guess they thought street lights weren't too necessary.  One of the things I would do sometimes was ride my bike up and down the street close to our house wearing just my speedos with a total hardon.  Speedos and a boner on a bike felt neat, and as always, the thrill of being so sneaky made me extra horny.  After a few minutes of that I would go into our yard and cum in my speedos, either rubbing through them, sliding on a cushion, or in my little pool if the weather was warm. In fact, a couple of times when the weather was hot enough at 2 or 3 in the morning, I would lay on my stomach right out on the front lawn and do it. I kept a garden hose running close by so if anyone happened to pass by the house unexpectedly I could just say it was too hot to sleep and I was trying to cool off.  I would put my air mattress down on the lawn and wiggle up and down on it until I soaked my speedos with cum.  I only got the chance to do this kind of thing outdoors a few times a year, so it was kind of a special event for me. 4. Then of course there are all those times I secretly enjoyed having a boner in public without having an orgasm to hide.  Almost anytime I was sitting in a chair or lying down I was hard or getting hard, and I would ALWAYS manage to sneak in a little rubbing or squirming, even if I couldn't finish doing it until later.