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... I continue to recall my early memories
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Digging deeper into my memory banks, I recalled with a smile . . . .
My next brush with anything approaching fine lingerie was when I was 12.
I had been vaguely aware of 'atmospheres' and tentions between Mom and Dad for some time. Without too much explanation,
Mom aluded to their need for some time to themselves, and as summer approached, it was arranged that I should visit with
my Aunt Peg and Uncle Nick. So every other weekend I was shipped out on an hours bus ride with my overhight bag, picked
up at the bus station by Uncle Nick, to spend a couple of days with them and my cousin Susan.
These weekends away gave me a kind of displaced feeling. Whilst I really liked my Aunt and her family, their home was simply
different from mine, and in any case, I didn't have any of my 'stuff' there. It was all at home, along with my neighbourhood friends.
My cousin Susan was fun to be with, and good for a laugh. But she was a girl, a couple of years older than me and we only had
a certain amout of things in common. So all in all these weekends were to be endured, with the high point being the bus ride home.
My Aunt's home was small, and accommodation limited. Susan had a room with twin beds, and I guess my tender twelve years seemed
non-threatening to my Aunt and Uncle, so I bunked in with Susan. But I'd already figured out that under her cotton pyjamas, the shape
of my 14 year old cousin was was something I wanted to know more about. As I'd already observed, she moved differently from boys,
looked different and certainly smelled differently.
Susan subscribed to a number of teen magazines, and she'd let me leaf through them at bedtime. It was there that I discovered the
voyurestic pleasures of browsing the teen bra and panties ads amongst those for Kotex and Tampax. The teen love stories didn't
interest me at all, but the sight of young models, real females posing in underwear, produced my first concious erections outside
of those I was now used to discovering heavy between my thighs on waking up each morning.
So I'd lay there on my back before lights out, gazing at young, nubile models on the printed page, and keeping one eye open on
the bedtime preparations of my cousin - all the while well aware of the burning hardness laying heavy against my stomach. My
sweet cousin was all modesty, and I never once glimpsed a breast, or other delights. But that did nothing to discourage my
imagination, which was inflamed by the sights of her thin cotton pyjama pants pressed tight against her buttocks as she climbed into bed.
Lights out meant no more reading, and with nothing to occupy my hands they automatically slid beneath the covers and inside my
pyjamas to fondle my balls. My stiff cock was a quandry for me - why did it stiffen so much, and what to do with it . . . .
Until one warm evening, our bed-going routine complete and lights out, one hand on my knob, the other rolling my balls between
my fingers, I heard my cousin moving restlessly. Thinking it must have been the heat, I rolled on my side to watch her in the faint
moonlight that penetrated the blinds. She lay there, just a couple of feet away in the other twin bed. As my sight adjusted to the gloom,
instead of the low, shapeless lump of her under the sheets, I was instead curious to make out the covers tented by her raised knees.
Curiosity sharpened my senses, and quietening my breathing I listened carefully to my cousin's movements. Her breathing
was uneven, and straining my ears I could hear what sounded like someone chewing food with their mouth open. What was
she doing ? She now had my full attention. As I lay there, looking and listening, the plopping sound gained momentum, and the tent of
her covers seemed to grow in height . . . was she raising her knees higher ? With a final 'plop', the whole structure collapsed
onto her bed, and I caught a muffled grunt, and moan.
Excited and uncertain over what I had just witnessed, I'd unconsiously been gripping my organ tightly, only to discover
that it appeared to be leaking ! Running the palm of my hand across the end of my swollen knob, it came away was slick.
Well, I knew I hadn't wet myself. It was too slippery.
Squeezing the base of my cock with one hand, and using the palm of my other hand to rub against the slickness on the end of
my knob around the ridge, I was suddenly and immediately aware of deep thrill inside my loins, and uncontrolable spasms in
the pit of my stomach. My buttocks clenched themselves involuntarily, and a wet, hot, sticky glob erupted from the end of my
cock, not once, not twice, but a seemingly endless stream of fluid. I was a total mess. Hot, slick fluid spreading between my thighs,
over the sheets, my pyjamas . . . . my brain addled with panic and pleasure. Guilt made me wonder - how was I going to to clean
up before morning - how was I going to explain this to my Aunt ? Wet with my emission, I let my hand explored between my hairless
thighs and around my balls, to discover that the damage was not as bad as I had imagined, and it was nowhere near as bad as
wetting the bed ! My mind drifted, and I slipped into sleep, still cradling my damp balls in sticky fingers. My last though before falling
asleep were of my cousin's moan . . . .
I woke late in the morning to find the sun streaming into the room, and from the sounds in the bathroom, my cousin in the shower.
Except for some damp spots in my pyjamas, all evidence of my nightime eruption seemed to have disappeared. Looking across at my
cousin's bed, her pyjamasa lay where she had discarded them on her pillow.
Rolling out of bed, I reached for her pj pants, curious to see if she'd had a similar experience to myself. Rubbing the crotch of her
pants between my fingers, they were dry. But bringing them to my nose and inhaling, they were filled with a sweet aroma I'd never
experienced before, and one which brought an instant hardness to my willie again. The sound of the shower ceased, and quickly
replacing her pyjamas on her pillow, I jumped into bed and fained sleep. She entered the room, and through half closed eyes I
was startled by her nakedness. Small pointed breasts with light pink nipples, and a triangle of blond fuzz between her thighs
totally captured my attention. She moved quickly to pull on her bra and some panties, bringing to life one of the advertisements in
her teen mags. She slipped into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and left the room.
My imagination and my cock surged. I threw back the cover, pulled down my pj pants, and using the technique I learned
the previous night, spread the slick emission oozing from the opening in my penis over the ridge of my knob, and before I knew what
hit me - watched in fascination as large globs of white cum throbbed from my cock. The sensation in the base of my stomach was
stunningly pleasurable, and as the throbbing died away, I tentatively spread the gooey mess all over my shaft, and around my balls.
I lay there sated, and delighted at my newfound self-discovery.
That summer of weekend sleepovers passed, my Aunt Peg and her family moved away, and it was to be some time before I saw
them again.
Oh - but there was more to come, as I remember it. And as I sit here writing, my member starts to stiffen in anticipation. . . .
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Posted on : May 10, 2010
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