I'm only 18 and the bipolar pills seemed to be working. And then one day I woke up and something was wrong. My morning wood was gone. I suddenly realized it had been two weeks since I jacked off. I felt bad. I felt like the lowest of the low because it was, I don't know, somehow wrong. It was awful. Days going by and I couldn't get it up and I didn't even care. Then one day I got the idea to look up drug side effects, only to learn that one of the meds I took had that side effect. I stopped taking the meds and in a few days I got that old magic back. I called my jack off buddy Corey over and we went into the woods to do what we did best. This was the best time ever. When I got home, I was still horny. I came to Solotouch and read a couple of techniques, one of which was to put a plastic bag under your mattress, put some lube on your cock, and it's just like fucking. And it is. I must have fucked that bag ten times in two days. It was so much better than my hand. It was so hot and so nasty. It was not as good as jacking my friend Corey off, but it came a close second. Man, who could imagine, a bit of lube and a plastic bag could be this fun? Your cum seems to feel better. It lasts longer. OMG! I have to wash that thing out. It's got to be dripping full by now.
I had Corey over a few days later, maybe two weeks ago, when the parents were out saving puppies or buying antiques or whatever it is that they like doing this month. I got out my porno and began showing him all the really good stuff, trying to get him good and worked up. When Corey got to rubbing his dick through his pants, that's when I knew it was game on. When he finally took it out, I gave him a few tugs, enjoying how much my friend seemed to like it, and then I started going on and on about my "fuck bag." He was all curious, so I showed him how to do it. It's best if you put the bag on a corner so you can get your legs in the right place and it feels the best. I couldn't believe it when he asked me to smear on the lotion. Watching my bud pump in and out of the bag was something I will never forget. It was so raw and pure and natural, you have no idea! OMG!
Corey pumped himself in and out and it gave me such a raging hard on and made me wonder if I was gay. I kind of thought about tasting his stuff, you know? Corey began to grunt and then he said he was going to spurt and I guess he did. He looked so happy. I watched as he sunk to the floor and then it was my turn. I put my dick in there along with his juice and I squatted around the corner of my bed and I pumped it into the far end of my room. Bam, bam, bam! When I came, it was the one you remember for the rest of your life. Corey grabbed me by the underwear around my ankles and I slipped out of the bag, dripping shit all over the floor.
It's the coolest thing because I used to read these stories and jack off and imagine what if and now I'm there because me and Corey have done stuff a hundred times now, after school, his room, my room. He touches me and I blow my load. It's sick that I like it so much. I want him to touch me more. I like it when he touches me when I'm humping the bed. I can't help thinking about his face when he comes. Sometimes, I let his shit drip out of the bag on my tongue later when I'm by myself and I get to thinking about jacking off again.