I have a lot of sex fun with two long standing lady friends (not as a threesome unfortunately) but I often wonder if what happened to me as a youth had any baring on my liberal outlook to sex. At thirteen hormones took over my body, I was very spotty, unsure of myself and yes had raging uncontrollable erections, sound familiar? I was masturbating two or three times a day using handkerchiefs to catch the tell tale semen which increased in volume at an alarming rate so the need to hide them was catered for by putting them under little used clothes in a drawer. Now I never thought of it at the time but my supply of handkerchiefs did not dwindle and I now know that mother found and laundered them without saying anything. I should have guessed as I was summoned to my uncles, her elder brother, one day and he gave me a lecture on growing up, as he called it, beseeching me to moderate my experiments. Now this was a man to man talk and I felt very grown up until my aunt joined us as he was explaining that I would get lots of erections and why, I blushed crimson and couldn’t wait to escape as she just sat smiling and I swear that she was looking at my crotch all the while. Ok it does not take a genius to figure out that if anything my activities increased now I knew my aunt knew what I got up to and I visualised her smile and looks as I furiously brought myself to a peak.
Manner from heaven, a boy in my class had found a book in a drawer when he was rummaging about amongst his mothers underwear, intending to smell and fondle some while he relieved himself as usual. A quick surreptitious glance at a couple of pages was enough for me and after a few threats and a couple of cuffs round his ears I was the proud, if brief, possessor of it on the understanding that he got it back the next day so that he could secrete it back in its proper place. Needless to say I was rampant when I arrived home, rushing upstairs on the pretext of homework so that I could calm down before the evening meal. I dare not look at it and managed to just about control myself while we ate, thankfully a young boys second love after permanently yearning for some kind of sex. My father was on nightshift and mother was to visit the cinema with a friend so I was packed off back upstairs to finish my home work, no chance! the book was soon open. I savoured the moment, thrilled as I just looked at the cover as I slowly undressed, imagining that all the lovelies were watching my every move.
My meat was stiff and pointing to the ceiling as I lay and went through the pages one by one, blonds, brunettes and a couple of chestnut red beauties all showing themselves, legs spread wide, as they watched me wank. Wow!! some were even shaven smooth showing their honey box, the place that I knew was the ultimate home for my stiff cock. Did I rush, OH NO!!!!!! every stroke of the shaft was full, slow and deliberate and I marvelled at how big I seemed to be, bell end swollen proud and purple. This was the scene that my aunt witnessed as she nonchalantly waltzed into the room, obviously being asked to check on my wellbeing during my mothers absence. She did a double take, gasped, smiled and as it turned into a broad grin advanced to the side of the bed as I tried in vain to cover my embarrassment with a sheet. She flicked it to one side and surveyed my predicament, saying it looked like I needed some help. I was in heaven as she took my cock to hand, making sure the foreskin was still stretched back to its ultimate so that she had a full unhindered view of the helmet and the sack containing my balls, giggling as she said it looked good with only a little downy pubic hair that did not spoil the view.
She only had time for three strokes before my body tensed and as I gasped then moaned long and loud, she chuckled wickedly, gauging her timing to perfection as I lifted my buttocks off the bed. My shaft started to pulse and jerk and I knew by the familiar feeling what was about to happen, all the more ecstatic as it was my aunt doing it to me but with another and even more wicked chuckle she gripped the very root of my meat and squeezed. I only had seconds to watch her as she licked her lips and watched as my bell end swelled to almost bursting point, the taut shiny skin going nearly black, the veins standing out dark blue against the now blood red length of my prick. I had to lay back as the exquisite pain took over my body but it got even better as she released the pressure and allowed my ejaculation to escape as I noisily heralded its arrival, managing just to prop myself against the bed head. Speers of sticky white semen erupted from me arcing and splashing onto my belly as waves of pleasure started in my groin, slowly travelled up to my head, making my scalp tingle before racing back to my stiffening toes making those tingle too. She did not move until the last couple of drops oozed out and ran down my cock onto her hand, than she let out a long sigh asking if I felt better now.
I was having too much pleasure to even blush, but nodded a vigorous yes as she smiled at me and slowly started to wank me again, giggling as she said she would show me one of the wonders that mother nature bestowed on young boys as she gently squeezed my tube, once more giving it long strokes and lubricating it with the semen that still clung to it. I soon felt the pleasure of returning arousal and after a couple of minutes even surprised myself by sporting a second erection in so short a time even for me, knowing na? or not, that this woman would soon be able to treat me to another ejaculation and all its thrills of fulfilment. I wondered what was happening when she formed her pink lipstick covered mouth into an oval going down until she had the helmet of my now fully swollen prick in it, running her tongue round the part where it joined the shaft and making me gasp as tingles ran up and down it. That was it and it jumped and jerked in its warm wet nest as her head bobbed and my whole length was being treated to a suck as it was masturbated without her even touching it with a hand as I melted back into the bed with waves of pleasure taking over my very being. As she carried on she cupped my balls and with her other hand tickled that part of my flesh behind them, causing even more and stronger sensations and I started gasping and writhing as a second peak took over.
She must have known that I was at the point of no return already and even when I shouted out as I contorted and thrust at her she did not stop sucking as I pumped seed for what seemed an age before I was finally both drained of semen and energy and I just collapsed. She laughed softly and told me I had a lot to learn, more control being the first and I had better visit her when she could spend more time on my lessons. There was no sign of my sticky ejaculation and she must have known what I was thinking as she licked her lips saying she did not like to waste mans milk. She looked at the book while fondling me and saying she wished she could stay longer as she was sure she could get me to spunk for her again before the night was out and as she asked me to tell her which woman was my favourite I was indeed swelling once more. She got up and kissed me on the penis then the cheek, made sure I knew when I was visiting her then calmly left, leaving me to relive the wonderful things she had done to my cock and the new and intense sensations I had experienced. I flipped through the pages of the book, intending to get some well earned rest not being able to resist working my shaft though, as boys usually do at every opportunity, wondering why I had not asked aunty to undress to show herself or even made a couple of tentative grabs at her ample tits which I started to try to picture in my imagination, knowing they were big I hoped that the nipples would be large and prominent, already wanting them in my mouth so that I could make the haloes spread over the front of them like the pictures in the book. This vision had me to full erection and I furiously masturbated with this picture fixed in my mind and my ejaculation was allowed to shoot over my belly. Something I never did when on my own and I went to wash and then drifted of into a lurid dream filled sleep.
