From: dbevan@cix.compulink.co.uk (David Bevan) Subject: Story: First Fetish Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 16:51:19 GMT Organization: ASSGM Posting Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com This is a recollection from my youth - if you are offended by underage masturbation experiences please go away. First Fetish (story) I was twelve years old and a kid in my class asked me if I made 'cum' yet. At that time I had't and he told me to get my cock stiff and rub it and I would get a pleasant surprise. When I got home that day I went to my room and jacked off for the first time - it was weird and wonderful; four or five long strings of slime shot out over my belly. I have been going through the same ritual daily ever since, whether single, married or whatever. By the time I was 14 every boy in my class had been through his private initiation in whatever form. One kid, Michael, was literally addicted; he would jack off during class. He just hauled his dick out and rubbed a wad off. He was a nice looking dark haired irish boy with creamy skin and dark eyes - a happy smile. He came from a big family and I guess he didn't get quite the laundry service some of us other middle class kids got. What I mean is that he would only get new underwear once a week and the result was that with all the shooting wads off in class his underwear got real raunchy. There were often big cum stains visible on his grey pants also. I asked him why he did it and he said he shared his bedroom and was terrified his brothers would snitch on him. I said but the whole class knows you do it - he said he didn't care, he absolutely had to rub it when it got so rigid and dribbly. I knew all this because I sat next to him and I was treated to the ritual of him unzipping his fly, hauling his cock out and pulling down the waistband of his Y's and resting it under his balls. Then slowly manipulating the foreskin until he was ready to blast. He would sit forward when he was ready to cum - his young face highly reddened. Sometimes his spunk would splash out over his hand and belly and even hit me, but I complained and as his balls got more powerful he learned to pull his foreskin over the head of his cock just before he came and his cock would surge and deliver the wad into his ballooning cockhood - then he would tuck his sex away, pulling up his Y's and zipping up. Inside his underwear with no grip around the foreskin the sperm would spew out. The result of this was that he had a permanent distinctive smell of sex - sweat and sperm. His other passion was soccer - he was goalkeeper in the school year team. I was a reserve field player. One day during a game that did not include me I was hanging around the locker room. This was a row of three long benches where kids would hang their clothes - the lockers were for storing athletic gear. I saw Mick's bag at one end of a bench and reached to read a book he had - no idea what it was now. But as I leaned over to retrieve it I realised that I could 'smell' him. I looked up and saw his clothes hanging on a hook in line with the rest of the team. In a cage his shoes and socks, on the lower of two hooks his jacket, shirt and pants, hanging on the top hook - the source of his odor - the worn old white Y's. I have no idea where the notion came from, but after checking for privacy, I found that I was moving close to these Y's. I could taste his sex. The white worn cotton was wet with a huge pool of sperm across the front of the garment along the waistband. I quickly snatched them from the hook and ran into a cubicle.I examined them further admiring the texture of thin worn sperm starched textile. I found that I was thinking about how much slime he shot off in a week and getting very horny. I pressed the wet crutch area to my face and it was like a jolt of electricity through my system. I had my own cock out - the slit oozing boy lube with excitement. I shot off real quick inhaling his recent sex discharge; I wiped my considerable load up on his scuzzy Y's. Then put them back on the clothes hook. I hung around to watch him dress, he just grinned privately as he pulled them on making no comment. That was my very first experience of sex with a pair of underwear.I have retained a continuing interest and have many other experiences I will share with you in return for yours. dave dbevan@cix.co.uk --------------------------------------------------------- Approved for posting - Mykkhal - ASSGM Moderator Posting Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 In the words of an ASSGM subscriber: "Hopefully jacking off is healthy. If not, I'll die soon." -----------------------------------------------------------