I sometimes remember what it was like in those days. A horny teen with no real understanding of what was happening to my body. It seemed an endless hot summer that year.
I lived in t shirts and my red tracksuit bottoms. I was constantly aroused, though I didn’t quite understand the concept. There was no internet then and even the odd porn mag passed around school felt weird; too adult, almost gross. I’d find myself getting hard, I would honestly sometimes just pull down my pants and look at it, my throbbing erection. It felt naughty, strangely exciting. Rude. It honestly never occurred to me to touch it in those days. Sometimes I would lie on the bed, think about girls I fancied, and just press into the mattress. It felt strangely nice.
I was so naive, more than many boys my age. I had no real idea about cumming. I knew how babies were made, but I had not really grasped the idea of sexual pleasure, of being turned on. Of how exciting it might be.
One day I was reaching across the room from my bed for something, my bottoms caught on the side of the mattress and started to slide down. Both my tracksuit and my underwear. I found this oddly exciting and kept repeating the experiment. I’d lie across the middle of the bed and slide, so my pants caught on the side of the mattress. The feeling of air on my exposed dick, which got erect when I did this, was a thrill. So was being in that exposed position. What if someone walked in and saw my hard dick?
It was a day like this that I was lying on my bed, face down, thinking – well, more feeling – sexual things. I was pressing my groin inwards, squeezing my thighs together, pushing my hard cock into the bed through my pants. I started to build up a rhythm. Even I was not naive enough not to realise that I was simulating sex. I wondered what it would be like if…..
I pulled my tracksuit and underwear down at the front. My hard cock
against the bedspread. It was satiny and felt cool. It felt SO good. I kept pushing inwards against the bed. I could feel an excitement rising the more I did this, a thrill I’d never felt, something so compulsive, so nice, so exciting. I pulled my bottoms down so my bare arse was exposed. I kept pressing, thrusting. I was going faster now, the bed felt warm, my foreskin sliding back and forth against the bedspread.
My body started to take over. I was thrusting hard now, it felt amazing, that sort of tickle, that rise of excitement mingled with panic, it felt like something was going to come out of me, I felt so so excited, like something I may not be able to control.
Oh my, when it happened! The release, the cosmic, otherworldly thrill that was then entirely unfamiliar, the fucking rush of it! I let go entirely, gave in to it, the adrenaline and endorphin rush, the thrill, the spasms of my body, without knowing really what would happen, I felt myself ejaculate against the bedspread and oh my GOD, oh God, oh fuck; it felt like nothing, nothing I had ever known or expected.
It left a small stain. I guessed it was “spunk” as the boys at school talked about. I smelt it, I tried to hide it. I looked at my cock and there was a little bit of STEAM or that is how I remember it. I thought – I’ll definitely do this again.
In no time, the bedspread was covered in similar stains. It took me weeks to realise I could lie on my back and use my hands! But that is another story.