Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:58:48 -0400
From: duidou2@live.com
Subject: When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about having complete control of my
girlfriend, or any female I thought was sexy. That included about anyone
who had the faintest hint of boobs. I would fantasize that my girl would be
tied to my bed in any position I wanted and I could do anything I wanted
whenever I wanted. Given the amount of time I spent masturbating, whenever
could just as easily be called always.

I loved to masturbate. Actually I still do. Sex with another person is at
the least fantastic, and at best, mind blowing. But, there is the mystique
of the act of masturbating. No matter how close you are to another person,
you are the only one who knows just exactly what to do to get the absolute
most pleasure out of your penis. When you are stroking your cock, you alone
know how much pressure is just right, how firm or soft you want to hold it,
how fast or how slow you feel like stroking it to get the maximum
intensity. There have been times when I have spent literally hours, in what
I call masturbatory foreplay. Sometimes it starts in the shower. I will
work up a really good lather on my cock and just enjoy the silky feeling of
my hand and the soap on my cock. I will get a really good hard on and get
right to the point of cumming, then stop and continue when the feeling has
receded a bit. Sometimes I will get totally naked and just jack off with no
aids. Sometimes I will use a toy of some sort. Maybe a penis sleeve with a
really slippery lubricant, or a vibrator.

The main goal is to use whatever form of masturbation I have chosen to get
as close to cumming as I can without actually ejaculating. I will stroke it
until that feeling is imminent. Just one more stroke and it will be over
and then stop. I can do that sometimes for hours. It is like getting to
that orgasmic peak and then riding it until I can't stand it any more.
Sometimes it gets to the point where the only stimulation I need is a good
breeze blowing on my cock to make me explode.

The point is, no one else knows when to back off and let the feeling recede
a bit. You are the only one who can do it just right.

But back to my fantasies.

Sometimes I would fantasize about a certain girl in my class. She didn't
know I existed, so I had no conscience in dreaming up things I could do to
Sharon. Sometimes she would be tied to my bed naked, and I would play with
her boobs, and touch her "private" spot. Maybe I would even find something
to insert in her pussy.

Imagine my surprise and delight when I found out another boy in my class
liked her too, and he told me of some of the things he would like to do to
her if she were at his mercy.

We would go up to his room after school or on the weekends. His parents
were hardly ever home, and we would tell each other what we would like to
do to Sharon. It wasn't long before we both discovered that our fantasies
always made each other extremely horny and we began to "show each other"
our hard-ons. Naturally, soon after that we were masturbating in front of
each other. After that, we started getting more daring and intimate with
each other.

One day, Paul suggested that we could act out some of the things we would
do to Sharon if we had the chance, with each other.  Being as many of our
fantasies involved having her tied to the bed, it was somewhat difficult
deciding just who would be tied up first, and who would be the tyee.  We
decided to flip a coin and it turned out that I would be tied up first.  He
told me I had to get totally naked and then he would tie be to the bed. The
anticipation and excitement of the idea had me hard already. I got totally
naked and lay down on his bed. He got plenty of rope and began to tie me
spread eagle on the bed. Both of my hands stretched over my head and tied
to each leg of his headboard, and each of my legs tied tightly to the legs
at the foot of the bed. I remember thinking how this was really exciting,
but a little scary too. The first thing he did was to slowly give me a very
light finger tip massage all over my body but staying away from my cock.
The feeling was intense and the anticipation was delicious because I knew
that we were finally at the point where we probably would be touching each
others cocks. I knew that I had gotten to that point and I thought Paul had
too, but we had never actually gone that far.

He then started tickling me and I was absolutely helpless to stop him.
Fortunately he wasn't mean and didn't take it to extremes but it was that
helpless feeling that contributed to the excitement. When he finished
tickling me, he said he was going to show me what he did sometimes to
himself and that it felt really good.  He took a sheet and covered me up
with it. Then he tucked the sheet up under my hard on so it was like my
dick was a sandwich between to layers of sheet. He then took the two layers
of sheet and started sliding them sideways across the head of my dick. It
was then that I realized just how painfully sensitive my cock head was. I
told him to stop because it hurt, and he just kept doing it, but lighter.
Not so much pressure on my glans, but it was still almost torture. In one
aspect it felt absolutely intense, but in another it was really too much.
He then took the sheet and just laid it over my cock which was by now
harder that it had ever been before. (And I always had very hard erections.
Standing almost straight up almost touching my abdomen.) Then he started
slowly pulling the sheet down my body so that the only pressure on my cock
was the weight of the sheet. Oh my God!!! It was heavenly. The sheet was
rubbing just on the sensitive nerves running along the underside of my cock
from the head down the shaft. I was ready to explode after about the fourth
pass of the sheet along the length of my cock. I told him I was ready to
jizz and he just stopped and lifted the sheet off my naked body. He got up
and left the room.

Now I'm wondering what's going on? I'm spread eagled on his bed, unable to
move and he just leaves? Pretty soon he came back and he had some of his
mother's hand lotion. He stood over me and held the bottle of lotion over
my body and started to dribble lotion down my chest until it reached my
cock and then he totally covered my cock with the lotion. He then took his
finger and traced a line down my chest through the dribbles of lotion until
he came to my cock. By this time the anticipation was almost to the point
where I was going to have to cum soon or my prick would just blow up. He
took both his hands and sandwiched my cock between them with all that
lotion and started to slide his hands up and down the shaft. I lasted about
three strokes and had the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my young
life. It was a good thing his parents were not home, because I am sure they
would have heard me groaning all the way downstairs.

I believe that experience is what started me on my quest for the ultimate
orgasm. I know it taught me that I could get on the edge of an orgasm and
keep myself there indefinitely (with practice) until I chose to explode.

Over the years I have tried to let my partner of the moment masturbate me
like I do myself, and no one knows. Not even my wife of 24 years. She is
multi-orgasmic and we have a fantastic sex life, but I still like
masturbating with a buddy when I get the chance.

I guess that might be another story.