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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This story is set well before the days of the internet and mobile phone, from a time when young guys often learnt about girls from illicitly obtained “men’s magazines” or even found ones, often with the pages stuck together.
I had left school earlier in the summer having not achieved the A level grades I needed to go to university. So, it was back to college to do retakes. Unlike school the students were treated as adults, I was heading to nineteen in a few months so older than some.
I’d had a tough few years. My father had been ill for a while and then he died, just at an age when I was taking an interest in more male activities, such as helping maintain or repair the car, household repairs or girls. I had grown tall, athletic – although not particularly muscular, I did cycle, I wasn’t much into sport but did like circuit training in the gym, stuff like that. I had what would be called dark blond hair, quite long in the style of the time, it curled or waved a bit which I hated, I wanted straight hair like most guys seemed to have. I guessed I was OK looking, blue eyes suited my hair colouring.
I had by then lots of experience of masturbation but none of sex. Not even feeling tits or much proper kissing even and definitely never had a hand job from a girl. I think I had missed my father at a key point in my growing up.
There were obviously lots of new girls at colledge, already I had seen several I fancied, but I had no real clue as how to even approach them, I was actually quite shy as well.
I did like it when my mum would chat with our neighbours, our back doors were opposite and we would often see them, I might be asked about how I was getting on, the usual stuff. Ray and Linda were a young couple, they must have been married for a while but had moved in when the houses were new, as we had, about a year ago. Ray worked in a builder’s merchant, in the office, manager or something, Linda worked part time as a secretary in a local company, can’t remember where.
I guess they were a reasonably looking couple, Ray, like me tall, bit lanky, not so chatty as his wife, about 27 I think I had heard. Now Linda, I think 23 or so, was quite nice, friendly, liked to chat with my mum even though my mum was probably twice her age, but I liked her as she was a girl, well woman, she looked OK, I had only seen her made up once or twice as they were going out, usually she didn’t bother, still she looked fine I thought. I had wanked about her a few times. I wanked about most girls or women of a reasonable age.
It was now the third week of the new term, September, my timetable allowed me three afternoons off each week so I was able to go home at lunchtime. It made a change, having the house to myself for so long, usually other family members, my mother and younger sister, would be around. Never one to miss an opportunity for a wank, hey I was eighteen, I would get home, nip to the bathroom to wash my cock, then back down to get some food. After that I would then strip off in my bedroom and spend a good half hour with my cock hard in my hand before bringing myself off and watching my spunk shoot over my belly and maybe chest.
Then I might do some college work, not much yet as it was so early in the courses. So, by about three it would be time for another wank. I had long found a really great way to ejaculate, nearest thing to proper sex that I had come to anyway, or so I assumed. Details? Oh, OK then.
I would get my jeans off, fold a pillow in half and stuff it into the jeans so the opening of the folded pillow faced the fly. Then a freezer bag, slight cuts at the sides from the opening to allow some fold back, that would be slid in the fold of the pillow followed by a squirt of my mother’s hand cream. My second pillow would be stuffed into a jumper and other lighter sweaters into the upper legs of the jeans. A torso to fuck.
Naked, I would climb on top and push my cock head though the fly and into the now slippery freezer bag. Now that felt good, really good. Slowly I would let myself sink down until I could feel my balls touched the bottom of my jean’s zip. My weight seemed to press the pillow so there was more resistance inside to my cock.
I would then start to fuck. My skinny bum would be bouncing on the body of whatever girl I was infatuated with at the time. The earlier wank was essential, experience soon showed I would last much longer having shot my load earlier and I did like the fucking and the incredible orgasms it gave me. They were so good in fact that I could hardly keep up the thrusting as I ejaculated and I sometimes missed out on the exquisite sensations as my bell end slid in the bag and into my own semen pool.
Once finished, I would extract the plastic bag and hold it up to the light to see how much I had made, often squeezing the creamy, streaky fluid around for a time.
It may be apparent as I stated earlier, that as yet I was very much a virgin, I was desperate for a girlfriend. After all, I now could fuck for quite a long time, provided I had recently masturbated – now the girl might well have done that for me.
I wanked a lot. The main problem I had at the time was disposal of the product of masturbation. I would wank before going to sleep most nights, often in the morning, especially at the weekends. The spunk could mount up, I could hardly get up and go to the family bathroom, flop my cock in the basin and wash my handful of sperm away.
I had begun by letting it soak into the carpet between my bed and the small unit besides my bed. I was mostly out of sight and the synthetic foam backed carpet seemed to absorb my semen without showing.
I was around this time that I became interested in taking photographs and was given a camera one Christmas. The 35mm film I used then came in small aluminium cans with a plastic seal lid. I did not take me long to realise that I could just about get most of my cock head, when swollen, into the nice rounded opening of the film container. I wouldn’t go all in, I was too big for that (very pleased about that too) but it did allow me to hold it firmly in place and masturbate with my right hand until I deposited my white stuff in the can. The lid would be clipped on and under my pillow it went.
Quite often I would top up the contents in the morning before discretely taking it into the bathroom with me. Perfect.
That was of course until I much later learnt that swallowing was an even less risky procedure.
So that’s where I was then. Pushing nineteen, no hands on experience with a girl and a full time wanker. I hadn’t even noticed that I made pre cum, another discovery that would end in my mouth.
Tuesday was a half day for me. the sun was shining and it was still pretty warm out. Arriving home around 12.30 I did my usual thing, bathroom, zip down, jeans down, briefs down, cock flopped over the edge of the basin, foreskin pulled back and the whole thing soaped up and “thoroughly” washed. Washed so well that by the time it was rinsed off it would not curl back over my balls but had to stand upright as I fastened my jeans. Cocks, eh?
Back down in the kitchen I grabbed a bite to eat with the usual plan of going back upstairs to have a pleasant session with my hand and penis and a girl called Elaine who I had seen at college. She was to be my fantasy wank girl, not for the first time. She had become something of a regular and would by now have had so much of my spunk up her fanny (pussy was not a common term in those days) that it must have run down her legs by now.
The thing was, I had seen photos of naked women in those men’s magazines that other lads had acquired somehow, but all there was to see would be a mass of hair between the women’s legs. Pretty scary, if I was honest. It didn’t help improve my knowledge of what was there at all, just hair and often lots of it. I knew girls had a slit there from growing up with a sister.
I sometimes wondered what girls who had never had a boyfriend or brother, though about what us guys had between our legs and how it worked. I often imagined I was showing a girl my cock for the first time and seeing her reaction as I got hard, watching her face as I pulled my foreskin back and revealed by shiny bell end. Maybe I would let her feel my balls too, roll them round in her fingers. But most of all, was to show her how to wank me off and that great gush of spunk as I came in her hand.
Anyway, lunch over, I though a quick look in the garden before my wank as I had been told to mow the lawn with all the time I now had.
Going outside, we lived in a new semi-detached house, I noticed our neighbour’s legs. Ok, nice day and she, it was Linda, who only worked in the mornings, was making the most of the sunshine. As I moved further away from the door I then saw she was in what I assumed was a swimsuit on one of those folding loungers.
My mother had told us, that’s me and my sister, after talking to Linda one day that Ray had moved out and was now living with his 19 year old secretary. Now I thought then that he was pretty stupid, after all Linda was, well, nice.
The boundary between our houses was still a bit basic, a simple green link wire net about four feet high, as installed by the builders. As I moved a bit further I looked again, TITS!
Linda was sunbathing topless. She was unaware of my presence as she had a magazine that she seemed engrossed in. Hanging back, she could not see me looking, I just stared at her tits. Not huge but, well, perfect. I had a view mostly in profile, bit could see her nipples clearly, they seemed to stand out quite well.
As I watched, Linda reached up with her left hand and seemed to stoke or flick her left tit, the one nearest me. Maybe a fly was troubling her.
Then she did it again. Then to her right tit too. Then to her left one again, only for longer this time, like she had an itch.
I don’t have to tell you about what was occurring between my legs.
So, what could I see of Linda from my vantage point? Well, mostly it was her left side, she had on white bikini briefs, that’s all. Her belly was pretty flat and her legs looked good, she was about 5’7”, so reasonable height for a girl. Her mid-brown hair was cut in the current fashion, that is shortish but with longer strands. Her face was quite pretty, round overall with a hint of freckles that made her still look quite girlish. Dark brown eyes – I loved her eyes.
It was her tits though I really looked at now. No sag, they looked firm on her chest, my guess was a nice handful size, the sort I could cup in my hand with fingers wrapped around it. Her nipples, well her left one anyway, were darker, obviously and in my non-expert opinion, were in a perfect proportion to the over size of the tit the were on.
I could even make out the small bumps that nipples have around the actual tip. Ah, the tip. Linda kept touching herself there even as I was assessing her, she must find that well, nice. Curiosity made me reach up inside my own shirt and touch my right nipple, flicking it with my finger tip and nail. It felt OK, I guess, maybe women have more sensitive ones than men.
Her nipple tips were much larger than mine of course, in fact Linda’s seemed prominent, like some of the girls I had seen in the porno mags. Perhaps the magazine was sexy and turning her on.
Linda then touched her left nipple again, this time taking her time, letting her fingers linger, hard to see exactly, but she was flicking the tip I think.
Then – fuck! She slid her hand down her belly and between her legs, it was only brief but she did it, she touched her fanny, OK pussy, let’s get up to date.
I was so hard now I really need to wank off. Elaine had vanished from my thoughts, Linda would be my wank off girl from now on, at least this afternoon.
I started to feel my cock, jeans bulging at the front of course. Looking down I looked good, the outline of my penis quite clear as jeans in those days were quite tight cut around that area.
“Hello Paul.”
I looked up. Panic. Linda had stood up and was coming towards me, the magazine held to her chest.
“You caught me sunbathing, last chance probably. Anyway, not expecting anyone to be here as you see.”
“Err yeah, sorry, not watching you, I mean, I could see you of course, but…..” I stammered, hoping Linda was not looking between my legs.
“You home in the afternoons now?”
“Err yeah, some days, no classes then in the afternoons.”
“Ah, that must be a change from school. Anyway I hope I’ve not corrupted you, sunbathing topless like that.” she said laughing now.
“No, ‘course not.” I responded as casually as I could manage. My boner had subsided thankfully, so I could relax now, at least until I was alone.
“You heard that Ray has moved out? Gone off with his secretary. Nineteen she is, nineteen. Big tits, that’s what it’s about. She has big tits and Ray loves tits.”
“You have nice ti, I mean breasts… as in I’ve seen you in tee shirts….”
“Paul, you’ve just seen me topless.”
“Err, well, just a bit. Just one side, honest.”
Linda then lowered the magazine she had been holding to her chest and exposed both breasts to me for about five seconds, grinning as she did. I just stared before regaining my senses and looked back up to her face.
“Ray must be stupid, you’re really nice.” Was all I could think of saying.
Linda laughed too, then said
“I got up to make some tea, fancy a cup? Makes a change to have someone to talk to. I have had to go full time with my job as I need the money but don’t start until October so just here on my own in the afternoons for now.”
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