She was a sweet little blonde with a terrific ass and we were eighth graders at a makeout party and I was so hard from kissing her that I felt precum oozing from my cock in regular emissions. That sensation was new to me, and when I got home and pulled down my pants I saw that my shorts were all wet in front where my hard-on had been steadily watering them. A new feature in my catalog of boner pleasures. God, could little Claudia kiss! And oh could she make me get hard!… 続きを読む

We started fucking in May, at the drive-in movies, and by August we had fucked dozens of times, with and without rubbers. I fucked her in my bedroom, in her bedroom, in her basement, in her back yard, in the field across from my apartment building, in the bushes by the baseball field, during a game, in the bedroom of my friend’s parents, in their shower, off a dock in Walnut Lake, in the parking lot of my high school during evening classes. We drove around side streets at night with her completely naked and me fingering her wet pussy. A week after she turned eighteen we got married, and she lo… 続きを読む

The first time I bared my cock in my office it instantly gushed my load of come. I could feel the orgasm beginning in the bottom of my balls and there was just enough time to cover my rod with a tissue. I glubbed and glubbed, and the orgasm was fierce and deeply satisfying, and so thorough that it made my scrotum ache. Jerking off at work had become a new and glorious feature of my highly varied sex life.… 続きを読む

Let me come in their mouths, even after I told them I was going to come. It was great. Usually, I came into pussies, condoms, my hand, tissues, shirts, shorts, towels, sinks, toilets, urinals, etc. I jacked off in toilet paper tubes plugged with wads of toilet paper. I came in crusty panties, in used panty liners, in wash cloths, in bloody Kotex pads. I glubbed on the ground and in a lake. And it always, always, always felt great. I came in three Nancys, two Debbies, two Susans, one Cheryl, one Louise, one Carol, one Margaret, one Marianne. And I strenuously thank them for letting me in. Their… 続きを読む

She kept that baby clean, I’ll give her that, and she changed her panties daily. She would wear pantyhose minus underwear, and skirts were short then, so she would open her legs while seated and taunt me with her crotch. I licked that cunt a few times, but hadn’t learned how to do it well, which was too bad. I’d smell her panties and jack off. I think her panties were crusty sometimes, and that was my first experience with the residue I would worship and crave for the rest of my life.… 続きを読む

She was my first everything. First tits over clothes, over bra, under bra. First wet pussy. (She loved to be fingered.) I was too young, though, to know about licking cunt, or I guarantee she would have let me, and loved it. I can recall smelling her on my fingers. It was the aroma of Heaven. I suppose I jacked off. How could I not have, wafting that fragrance for inspiration? I was working evenings. She told me to stop by after work. It was after midnight, and she was waiting on her porch in a nightgown. We drove around the block. She put my hand between he legs. Her cunt was bare and very we… 続きを読む

I was in the laundry room. Fresh white panties were on the floor and the crotch was glistening. What else could I do but pick those panties up and press the glistening cotton to my lips? I got out my hardening penis and rubbed the wetness over its swelling head. Then obviously, I jerked myself off, but coming into the panties, though highly preferable, was out of the question at that time. Pussy juice: truly the nectar of the gods.… 続きを読む

The downside of being an *********t boy with a lively cock was spontaneous erections throughout the school day, and frequently just before the bell. How many times did I change classes holding my books in front of me to conceal an ******** and unenjoyable boner? It would happen at church,too, while descending from the balcony to take Holy Communion. Fortunately, I never got a boner in the shower after gym class for which I thank and praise Almighty God.… 続きを読む

I was eleven and was home alone. My cock was hard for the first time in my life. It felt wonderful, just wonderful, and it was so hard and sticking out so proudly. I got naked and danced around the house joyfully, gleefully. My cock bounced up and down. I didn’t know about coming at that point, but this hardening of my penis promised so much in the way of future enjoyment. A year or so later I was disappointed to find that I couldn’t get it in my mouth. At any rate, I figured I’d done something sinful dancing around with a hard-on, and saved my soul a few weeks later by confessing the crime to… 続きを読む

But both of us came during foreplay. She was milking my cock and I was fingering her pussy, and it got super intense. And she was helping me massage her clit with her fingers pressing hard on mine, and I was rolling my hips as though I were fucking her hand, and then I was saying, ‘It’s gonna come!’ and my cock was spurting a healthy load while her throbbing pussy was joining the fun.… 続きを読む

I’d go to the break room and sit at the far end of one of the two long tables. I’d unzip my pants and reach in and fondle my cock. It would be hard in moments, and I’d extract it and let it finish getting big. I could see anyone walking by the door. Usually no one would come in. They might look in while walking by, but they couldn’t see that my cock was out of my pants. I would have a paper towel with me, and a few quick strokes were all that was needed to carry the day and relieve my tension. I loved coming at work. Occasionally I’d go bold and yank myself to explosion within my cubicle. It w… 続きを読む

My age times 52 is around 3,800. I reckon I have averaged one ejaculation per week from masturbation. I started at ******, and I finished more than a year ago, but there were many weeks in which I jerked off at least three times, so I think it’s fair to use one per week for estimation purposes. Three thousand, eight hundred times one ounce of come per ejaculation equals 237.5 pints, equals 29.69 gallons. I’m proud of that output, and that’s not including coming in my wife’s gorgeous vagina. So, to extend the compilation, I jacked off hundreds of times in the bathroom, in the car, at work, in t… 続きを読む

I kept a sex diary at the office for a time. It was a grid of thirty-five boxes, seven rows of five. I would enter the symbol corresponding to a sex act in the box corresponding to the day of the week in which the act had taken place. There was a symbol comprising the letter U lying on its side with a line under it. It stood for my hard cock, and the underscore stood for stroking it. So it was my symbol for jacking off. This was my symbol for fucking pussy:¥. I had symbols for eating cunt, fucking ass, and so on, and could tell at a glance a month’s worth of shooting my load. Sometimes just re… 続きを読む

It was a U-12 girls’ soccer match, and the young lass sitting on a blanket on the ground not eight feet from me had a body to die for. She was in tight jeans and a t-shirt, and was probably the older sister of one of the players. She was so fantastic I started getting a hard-on in my folding green and white lawn chair. As I sat there ogling the curves and proportions of my fellow spectator it occurred to me that I might ejaculate in my underpants without touching my member at all. So I fixated on tits and ass hoping for the aforesaid eventuality and not caring a fig about the mess. It would be… 続きを読む

A lake, a beach, a watery wallop of my very hard cock. The little ones were playing in the sand, and I, feeling the familiar tingle in my cut-offs, elected to wade fifty or so yards out into the water and take care of business. Once sufficiently distant from the shoreline, I unzipped my cut-offs and freed my cock for stroking. In mere minutes I was shooting a full load into Stony Lake. No muss, no fuss, no bother. Creamy white rivulets of come slowly descending to the sandy bottom.… 続きを読む

I had just finished videotaping a wonderful session of jacking off, and while watching the replay I found myself getting hard again seeing myself get hard on the TV screen. My cock hardening while my cock hardened felt so good that I had to beat my meat in synch with the televised image of beating my meat, until there I was, coming in unison with my own come shot! What sheer joy! I had no idea that my dick could so admire itself. It had a mind of its own and was definitely ‘up’ for an encore performance.… 続きを読む

When I first saw a photo of the sensational shemale Pamela Araujo I grabbed for my meat and began flailing the fuck out of it until I came. It was an upwards camera angle and her perfectly shaped cock was hard and gleaming. Beyond it was a pair of lovely, firm tits and a beautiful face. Thus, I discovered my immense attraction to transgender females. I had no idea I could be aroused like that. I went on to seek out attractive, hard trannies, preferring those with small or average-sized dicks to keep the female impression foremost in my mind. But that photo of Pamela stayed embedded in my brain… 続きを読む

I was driving to the store. My cock was hard and out of my pants and was already in precum mode. Impulsively, I ran my finger over the tip of my cock to collect the ooze, and then put my finger in my mouth. I had never done that before, and the idea of it made me bulge with pleasure. There was no taste, just a warm viscosity. I loved it. My cock would feed me like that hundreds of times from that day forward.… 続きを読む

When I was 12 I discovered that if I shinnied up a pole I would feel that I had to pee, but the urge went away once I stopped that activity. It was an annoying sensation, and finally, in the bathroom and on the toilet I somehow generated that same urge to pee, probably while maneuvering my hard-on, and I kept doing that, whatever it was, until WOW! My cock began shooting tablespoons of thick, white come, which I received in a wad of toilet paper and let drip into the toilet. It was gorgeous and glorious and the gate to fifty-plus years of fantastic masturbation had opened wide for me. Eventual… 続きを読む

When I moved out of my last house I left a splatter stain on the garage floor from jerking my hard cock and coming there. Who would know that that’s the kind of stain it was? A garage floor is subject to all sorts of potential stains, and I was proud of the ambiguity of my come splatter. I had marked my territory in the best possible way. My stiffened cock spurting for joy.… 続きを読む