When it came to my sex life, I grew up a late bloomer. During the last half of my high school years, I asked my guy friends when they first discovered masturbation and all of them remember being around eleven years old. I didn't have my first blast off until I was sixteen-and-a-half years old. To make matters worse, I have a feeling I would have discovered it much later if I wasn't bored at home under house arrest. I vandalized a high school near my house, which resulted in me spending my last days of summer vacation locked away in my room. I spent most of my time eating, sleeping, and watching TV. Luckily, I had my own room so it encouraged me to lock my door and masturbate upside down with my back against the wall if I wanted to.
A week before school started, I got all my textbooks from school and decided to start on some early reading, especially since I had nothing better to do with my life. As I sat at my desk at home reading about witch trials and Puritans, I rested my head in my hands and gave a big deep sigh. I thought to myself about how I would hate AP European History and who's dick I had to suck to pass the class. My mind transitioned into sex and I entertained myself with the idea of pleasuring myself. Conveniently, I was wearing black mesh shorts and easily reached my hand down my panties and started touching myself. After a while, I became erect and started to think of what the point of all of this was. I was sitting there, stroking myself back and forth and because I didn't know it would have helped to lubricate myself with spit, I thought at any point I could start a fire doing this.
At one point it began to feel a little more sensational and I knew this was what it was all about. I had my eyes closed and my mouth wide open. I could hear myself panting like a dog. I'm sure it wouldn't have mattered if I was panting like a dog or howling like a wolf, I probably wouldn't have stopped what I was doing. Finally, I achieved an orgasm and immediately opened my eyes and looked down at my penis only to see it completely dry. At this point I had seen Ben Stiller in his masturbation scene on There's Something About Mary and knew there had to be sperm somewhere. I looked under my desk and couldn't find anything. It didn't help that my carpet color was Jizz White. I began placing my hand on random spots of the floor and figured it would be the best way to find it. Finally, I felt a mucous fluid on my hand and the only way to describe my reaction is by watching the video below.
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