A Horny Youth
I was always horny as a youth. From the age of ten I could get an erection and
slowly jerk off until I felt the build up of climax. At that age there was no
come to signal completion; just a kind of relaxation of muscles. I would do
this just about anywhere, sometimes in class and once even during choir practice
surrounded by twelve year old girls. I was almost sprung by the choir-mistress
one time. She stopped practice to ask me if I needed to go to the toilet. It
must have appeared that I was wrestling with a full bladder when in fact I was
wrestling with a full cock.
As I matured I discovered that the sensations of climax were different, somehow
more intense, if the hand jerking me off was other than my own. At first the
small group of guys who enjoyed similar attention was the only source of this
enjoyment and we would happily wank each other, usually under some pretext or
other, but clearly because we all enjoyed it.
When I was twelve I took a walk into the woods with a girl I was acquainted
with. She was a little plump and her breasts were well developed for her age.
Her name was Margaret and at some point in our walk our conversation turned to
the effects that puberty were having on us. She was curious about 'spunk' and
the methods by which it might be realised, and I was curious about the shape and
texture of breasts. She rested against a tree and allowed me to put my hand up
her jumper. I was gently squeezing the fabric of her bra when she reached up
and unclasped it. She didn't do this as I would have expected by unclipping it
at the back, but by un-snipping one of the catches in front and pulling down a
single cup to expose her left breast.
When my hand grazed over the soft flesh and my fingers took hold of her nipple,
my cock was more rigid that I could ever remember and my breath was short and
panting. With my other hand I reached down and took my cock out from my short
trousers and started stroking it. I had planned to show her what 'spunk' looked
like but it did not occur to me that I might entreat her to assist in the
procedure. She reached down and replaced my own hand with hers and continued to
stroke me. With my freed hand I tried to reach up under her skirt. She refused
and for a moment I thought that I had gone too far and that she would want to go
home, but she simply resumed her pumping motion while I resumed my stroking of
her soft tit and squeezing of her nipple.
After a few, (in retrospect it must have been a very few) minutes, I felt the
most enormous earth shattering climax build within me. With a shudder I came,
and for the first time in my life jetted sperm all over a girl's hand. My best
previous effort had been a small whitish leak at climax.
We found tissues and cleaned up. As we walked back Margaret said that boys were
much luckier than girls were because we could do that. She said that she had
enjoyed the feeling of having her breast caressed, but didn't think it could be
nearly as good as what she had seen me experience. I agreed with her.
As I got a little older, I continued being jerked off by friends with the very
occasional event with a girl. When I was fourteen I formed a kind of girlfriend
relationship. We didn't really go anywhere, nor do anything together other than
some necking in-group situations, but it was generally accepted that when the
necking began it would be Alison who was with me. From time to time we would
manage to be off by ourselves, and it was then that we progressed to a bit more
than our simple necking and kissing and breast caressing over clothing. We
travelled together to and from school by train. At the end of one memorable day
as we walked from the station to our respective homes which were a half mile
apart, Alison asked me for a particular textbook which I had at home. We
detoured to my home to get it and discovered on arrival that my brother and my
parents were out. A note was left assuring me that they would return at 7:30.
This was just gone six o'clock.
After hunting out the textbook, we started necking and kissing and I stared
removing her clothing. She acquiesced with demure. I got the notion that I
would really like to be naked with her then let her jerk me off, so I continued
removing her clothes until she was naked. I had never seen a naked girl before
and I reached down to touch her pussy. The only time I had ever felt one before
was in rushed, cramped circumstances under a load of clothing with tight panties
pushed aside. I fingered Alison and marvelled at the wetness and slipperiness
of it, and the heat coming from it.
Sitting up I whipped off all of my clothing and was also naked on the bed with
her. I was of course rigid. I took her hand and guided it to my cock in the
hope that she would start to wank me as I leaned over to resume kissing her, and
fingering her pussy. She took me in her hand and pulled me over to her opening
legs. I took my hand away from her pussy and she guided my cock to the lips
then wrapped her legs around me drawing me in.
I was in heaven. At the back of my mind were all the admonishments about,
making babies and respecting girls, but I didn't care about any of them. I just
buried my cock in that beautiful warm wet heaven, then we both started to
rhythmically hump like a pair of rutting dogs.
It was very quick. I had no idea at that time that girls could climax or indeed
that they had any part in sex other than providing a receptacle for boys, so to
my shame I made no effort to bring her any pleasure at all. She assured me that
she enjoyed the experience a great deal. I came buried deep in her, and seemed
to continue to come forever. We got dressed and she left long before my parents
returned.
A few months later, I was at the public swimming baths early on a Saturday
morning. It was almost empty at that time and allowed much more freedom and use
of the pool than later or during mid-week when it tended to get full. On that
particular morning, one or two adult men only, occupied it. After swimming for
about half an hour I went into the showers to take a hot shower and a rest. One
other man who seemed to me to be in his late thirties or early forties occupied
the communal shower.
He had removed his swimming trunks, an unusual but not unheard of practice in
the communal shower. As he soaped himself I couldn't take my eyes away from his
cock. It seemed huge and although he wasn't erect he wasn't fully supine
either. He smiled at me when he caught me peeking.
He said to me that before long I would develop like that too. My swimming
trunks were bulging and he asked me to slip them off so that he could tell me
how big I would be when I was fully mature. I looked around and there was
nobody close to the shower so I slipped my trunks off. I was indeed erect but
seemed small and thin compared to his thick shaft with its large bulbous head.
He smiled and said that he was sure that I would grow to be much bigger than he
was and that there was a technique that could help. He then kneeled down and
closed his mouth around my cock. The sensation was unbelievable. It took me
right back to my experience with Alison only it felt somehow different. Not
better or worse, but different. He cupped my balls as he sucked on me and when
he slipped a finger up to press against my anus I climaxed. It was all over in
about two minutes.
I stepped back and looked around to make sure that we hadn't been seen, but
there was nobody close. I was shaking and still dripping come from the tip of
my relaxing cock, but my shower companion was now fully erect and was stroking
himself. I reached across to finish it for him, (being somehow very reluctant
to copy his technique) but nevertheless being fascinated by the sheer size of
his cock. I had a great deal of curiosity about how it would feel in my hand
compared to the much smaller members of my school chums, but he shook his head
and with a few quick strokes shot a thick jet of white sperm into the shower
base. He wrapped a towel around himself and left quickly. By the time I
returned to the pool area he was gone.
Several months after the incident in the shower of the local baths, I was at my
regular Youth Club meeting. In the intervening months I had no contact with
anybody male or female and had been wanking myself about twice a day, an
activity I enjoyed, but did not really count as sexual release. I was at the
club with my friend Kenny, who I hadn't seen in a while. Kenny was a good
friend and certainly was one of the more enthusiastic of my friends when it came
to mutual wanking. He was about two years older than I was so would have been
around sixteen at the time of this incident.
In the course of the evening at the Youth Club we went to the toilet together.
This in itself was not unusual. The toilet was not a communal one with urinals,
but closed bathroom type of arrangement and was locked when in use. Two male
friends could easily pee at the same time without causing undue attention.
After peeing, I noticed that Kenny was semi-hard so I reached over to give him a
few strokes. He put his hands by his sides and assumed a position slightly
leaning backwards as he tended to do whenever I jerked him off. As I did so,
the events at the pool came back to me and I really wanted Kenny to suck on my
cock they way the guy at the pool did. I didn't know how to broach the subject
easily, so at once I decided to do it by example. Somehow the idea of doing it
to Kenny was much more acceptable to me than doing it with the stranger at the
pool. I asked him to move away from the toilet bowl and I would show him
something - a new way to wank.
Kneeling down in front of him, I made sure that my mouth was full of saliva,
then I sucked his cock into it clamping down with my lips as hard as I could, so
that I could suck him into my mouth. Then I started to ride him with my mouth
just as I would have done previously with my hand, but taking the time to poke
at the head of his cock with my tongue. He was moaning softly and I remembered
what had happened at the pool. I wanted it to be over quickly so that I could
ask him to reciprocate, so I reached up and unbuckled his belt and dropped his
trousers, then pushed down his underpants. Fortunately he had brought his cock
out from the top of them and not through the access hole so I didn't have to
interrupt what I was doing with my mouth.
As soon as his pants were at his ankles I reached up to cup his balls with my
hand then run my finger up and rested it against his asshole. He moaned even
louder so I brought it back and soaked it with the saliva that was now dribbling
out of the corners of my mouth then placing it back at his ass pushed it gently
in. As soon as I did that he clasped my head in his two hands and climaxed down
my throat.
The taste was a little salty but not unpleasant. I made sure that I swallowed
it all and waited until I felt him grow soft before I let him go and stood up.
My own cock was still jutting out of my trousers leaking copiously of pre-come
as I invited him to reciprocate. I thought that there was no way he could
refuse even if he wasn't too keen on it, but I was mistaken. He was indeed keen
on it. After telling me that it was the most fantastic climax he had ever
experienced, he knelt down and gobbled me with enthusiasm. I unbuckled my own
pants and underwear and Kenny proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in
my life. He was a very fast learner. It was Kenny who introduced tongue
lashing the sensitive spot just where the head meets the foreskin, then deep
throating me so that he almost swallowed me complete. When I came, Kenny
swallowed every drop.
Kenny turned out to be gay when we grew older. I was never sure if I
contributed to that decision, or if it was already an accomplished fact by the
time I introduced him to cock sucking. I know that although older than me, he
had never had any sexual experiences with females at the time we were indulging
in mutual masturbation. As far as I know he never did subsequently. The
closest Kenny ever came to having a heterosexual experience was the day that we
persuded his very much younger sister to wank the family dog. We told her that
it was a form of petting that the dog enjoyed and indeed we didn't lie about
that. As we watched her there was little doubt that we were both hoping that
the dog was simply a rehearsal for the next stage of her education which would
be the tandem wanking of us. We were both visibly erect while we watched her
little hand stroke the panting dog to climax as it hunched and panted. She
refused to transfer her technique to us however and we had to settle for wanking
each other as soon as she had gone. We allowed the lucky dog to watch us.
It was some time before any further opportunity came around which enabled me to
expand on my education and experience in matters sexual. At a party, where
there was a deal of necking and teenage exploration, it occurred to me that if I
could persuade a girl to suck me off I wouldn't have to reciprocate. Bear in
mind dear reader, that at that time I much preferred to be sucked than to do the
sucking, and in Kenny's case had only shown him the way in order to assure his
return attention. It seemed evident to me that as girls didn't have cocks, they
couldn't be sucked off and the way pussies were built, sucking them was
impossible. I was only fourteen!
I latched onto a girl called Linda. At one point we managed to gain some
privacy in one of the bedrooms around the house we were in and started necking
and petting quite heavily. I had been playing with her pussy after pushing her
panties to one side, and then I unzipped my trusty sword and put it into her
hand. She told me that she was a virgin and had to stay that way. I told her
that it was okay and that I understood that. I also told her that I knew of a
way where we could release all of our youthful pent-up passions without putting
her virginal status in any jeopardy.
Clearly from the action of her wrist on my cock, she was already familiar with
the good old hand-job, so she was somewhat puzzled by my assertion. "Instead of
kissing me on the lips you should kiss me down there" I advised her. She smiled
and said that we should do each other. I was astonished. I was certainly pleased
that she was so willing, but my pleasure was tempered with slight panic that I
had no idea how to reciprocate. I decided to just play it by ear and buried my
face in her pussy. I pushed my tongue into it and from the resultant gasps and
the fervour with which she attacked my cock with her lips, I guessed I was doing
something right.
The first difference I noticed was that I enjoyed eating pussy much more than
sucking cock. The second was that everything was so wet that I had better start
swallowing or we were going to overflow, so I sucked the saturated flesh and
swallowed and as I did so her moans and actions became even more vigorous. I
had just about come to terms with the clitoris, having discovered it in
literature some weeks previously, so sought it out with my lips and finding it
sucked it into my mouth and treated it like a miniature cock. With my free hand
I thought of how successful cupping balls and playing with assholes had been
with Kenny, so realising that cupping balls was out of the question with Linda,
started to play with her asshole. I discovered that evening that the women of
the world are distinctly separated into two factions - those who abhor any
attention to their asshole and those who can't get enough of it.
That experience set me on the road to a lifetime adoration of eating pussy.
There are times when I prefer it to being sucked off, or to having a rock-solid
fuck with a wanton and enthusiastic woman, but I always want to return to eating
pussy.
My future adventures, when growing up, include several threesomes of both the
MFM variety and the FMF, but they perhaps should be held back for another
chapter. I was also introduced to the delights of watersports and to the happy
activities of the S/M crowd, but I never could take a lot of pleasure in the
latter although the former provided me with some of the best sex I have ever
encountered. In my late teens I had a fantastic encounter with a transsexual
which set me on the road to a lifelong fascination with transsexuals and on one
occasion a genuine hermaphrodite.
This epistle takes me to the end of my early teens. Later experiences will be
recounted if readers think there is enough interest in the evolution of my
sexual maturity.
