Traveling to Grandma's

I’ve written a few stories here before about my love of masturbation, and how I started learning how to please myself before, including Comic Books and For an Audience.

From a young age, my brother and I started collecting and hiding all the adult magazines we came across, including finding our dad’s stash and “sharing” it with him.

Any time our parents were out of the house, or left us home alone, sometimes even if they were outside gardening or in the garage, we would be half-naked with our little cocks out “rubbing”, as we called it.

“Want to rub?” 

“Did you rub?” 

(Knock, knock) “Are you rubbing?”

“Do we have time to rub?”

That was the drumbeat of our masturbation-addicted boyhood, constantly finding opportunities to squeeze and rub ourselves, even though we had just barely learned how to make ourselves cum.

Often, we wouldn’t even have time to reach orgasm, we’d just find enough time to get the magazines out, get hard, stroke for as long as we could, then hide them before we could get caught.

Even when we went on vacation with our parents, we would smuggle our porn stash along with us, sneaking magazines into our luggage. Being on the road with our parents didn’t give us as much privacy as we liked, but let us slip away if we were at the beach, or the pool to go back to the room, peel down our bathing suits and try to cum as quickly as possible.

Once, we were on vacation to visit our grandmother, and had developed quite a system for getting our jollies in already. One day, after spending the morning at the beach, we were back at her house, cleaning up, and my brother comes out of the shower and says to me, “Have you tried the shower in grandma’s room?” I said, no, and he says, “You should try it, especially on your balls.”

Grandma’s shower had a removable shower head, which we didn’t have at home. I went into the bathroom and pulled down my wet suit. My little cock was all shriveled up from being in the water, but it quickly started to grow in anticipation. I turned on the shower and lathered up, taking the shower head off the hook and aimed it at my cock and balls. 

The instant the tight little streams of hot water hit my balls, I think my knees buckled and I involuntarily gasped. It felt SO incredible. I stood there gripping my now-raging hard on and running the shower head over and over, back and forth across my balls. I spread my legs and squatted down, letting it spray my ass too, which felt doubly amazing.

I squirted a little bit of conditioner on my now about-to-explode penis, and started furiously jerking it while the shower head sprayed my tightening balls. I lasted maybe 20 seconds before white cum started shooting out of me onto the shower wall and floor. I nearly collapsed, standing in the slippery tub, spraying myself and shaking with pleasure.

For the rest of the week, the shower was my absolute favorite place to be, and I would find any excuse to get off using that hypnotizing spray.