Summer of Enlightenment

There was such an outpouring of support for my story about my first time, thank you all so much!  I let my man read my story recently, and he loved it.  He shared his "first time" with me.  He told me it was okay to post it, so here it is, with his approval.  Enjoy! He grew up kind of not exactly out in the country, but in a semi-rural area.  There was a big wooded area in the town, about 10 acres, and everyone used to refer to it as "the woods" or "the forest".  All the kids would play in there after school, on the weekends, and of course all summer long.  It was mostly the boys who went into the forest and got dirty and muddy, not the girls.  At one point, one kids dad had given him an old tarp and a beat up piece of astroturf, and a couple of them got some scrap woods from fallen branches and made themselves a little fort, "no girls allowed", LOL!

So my guy, Jeremy (not his real name), was just about 13.  This summer most of the kids had gone off to camp, but his folks couldn't afford it, so he had two weeks of more or less nothing to do.  His mom was one of those parents who believed that kids should play outside and get fresh air, otherwise they should be doing chores, so he would go outside and wander around the woods.

Even though none of his friends were around, Jeremy decided to go to the little fort for lack of anything better to do.  He went inside and looked around but everything was like it always was: some candy wrappers on the little astroturf floor were starting to attract ants, so he kicked them outside.  He was just about to leave when something caught his eye.  It looked like something peeking out from under the corner of the astroturf, so he went over and pulled it out.  To this day, he has no idea who out of all his friends who could have gotten it or hidden it, but it was a porno mag.

Like most guys his age, he'd managed to see a Playboy.  Pretty girls lounging about glamorously or sometimes with a bit of humor.  He hadn't been all that interested at the time, when he'd seen those a year or two earlier, he still thought girls were gross.  Now he was starting to think girls were pretty interesting.  But this magazine was NOT Playboy.

It had naked girls alright, but not lounging around glamorously. These girls were naked. And spread. And some had objects in their privates.

He flipped through it, really repulsed.  Why would anyone want a picture of a vagina super close up?  Why did these girls have their fingers, plastic penises, or even REAL penises inside them?  He knew the mechanics of making babies, is that was this was?  Was this like a medical magazine?  No, it couldn't be.  These people were fucking.

He kept looking at it, although he wasn't sure why.  It was like he couldn't stop.  The he started to get a stirring in his crotch.  He'd gotten hard ons before, morning wood and stuff, but he just ignored them and they went away.  But he was a 13 year old boy, alone in the woods, with a hardcore porno mag.  He knew this hard on wasn't going to go away.

It was pushing against his jean shorts and it hurt, so he tried to rub it in a misguided attempt to ease the pain, but it seemed to make it worse.  Since there was no one around, he opened his shorts and pulled it out, looking at it to see if it was injured or something since it hurt.  Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a squeeze and thought that felt pretty good. He began to slowly turn the pages of the magazine, giving his dick a squeeze here and there without even really thinking about it.

He couldn't stop looking at the pictures of women: some with men, some with each other, some alone.  He knew that he probably shouldn't be looking, it certainly wasn't geared toward his age group, but he couldn't help himself.  He was about halfway trough when he stopped squeezing his dick and started stroking it. Now THAT felt nice!

It started to have a little more friction than he liked so because he didn't know what else to do, he just licked his hand then tried again.  That felt much better. He told me he was basically humping his fist, kneeling there on the astroturf.  He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, it felt too good. He turned to a picture of a women getting fucked by one guy while sucking another off, and that's when he came.

He said that he had never actually ejaculated before, he'd never really masturbated before, either.  So he watched in both fear and amazement as cum shot out and across the artificial turf, leaving milky pearls on the ground.  He collapsed on his side, and lay there catching his breath, terrified.   At first, he thought he must have done something horrible to his cock.  But as he caught his breath and the post-cum fog began to clear, he realized what had happened.  He'd ejaculated.  It was normal, more or less.  There were even pics of it in the magazine he was looking at, but he'd been more wrapped up in the big tits and wet pussies he'd seen.  He flipped back a few pages, and sure enough there it was.  A woman with her lips wrapped around the head of a cock while jizz dribbled out the side of her mouth.  He reached over to where one of his droplets of cum had landed, dragged his finger through it and licked it.  It wasn't bad, just wasn't for him.

Turning the page of the magazine, it wasn't long before he got hard AGAIN, and was beating off AGAIN.  He spent the next few hours out there playing with himself.

He would spend all day out there, until it started to get dark (like most of us, he had to be home by the time the streetlights turned on).  He stared sticking Kleenex or toilet paper in his pockets to beat into, he didn't want to have to explain any weird stains to his friends when they got back.  He would also sneak different lubes when he could, because if he didn't he would start to chafe (spit can only do so much).  He used vaseline, baby oil, olive oil, even once stole some of the little pats of butter from an outdoor cafe to use.  These pictures would have ridiculous captions, and he would read them out loud to himself.  Looking back, he told me, saying, "Oh yeah, stuff those fingers in your snatch, bitch" is ridiculous, but it was wonderful back them.  He'd only ever head clinical terms like "penis" and "vagina", now he had a whole new vocabulary!

He would also experiment with different sensations: slapping his cock and balls, pinching his own nipples, tying a piece of rope around his cock and slapping it was his favorite thing.  He'd take cold sodas with him, and rub the cold can against his cock, and would sometimes pour the cola over it.  He said he liked how sticky it made him.  He told me he stole a pair of silky panties of a neighbors washline and used to wrap it around his cock and shoot into it, until they got so crusty and full of cum that he had to throw them away.

He would wake up early, have his breakfast, then spend all day in the fort in the woods beating his cock.  A few times, he did it outside the fort, but he was afraid of getting caught.  This went on for the entire time his friends were gone.  The day they came back, he had hidden the magazine back under the astroturf. He went back to visit a few years ago, but the woods area had been torn down and developed.

But he still remembers that magazine and his summer of "enlightenment", and yes, he still loves to masturbate, especially if I watch!