This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow up with. I was in Catholic School all my high school years and the Nuns basically scared us all away from sex and sin. In an environment like that you just don't ask the right questions and ignore any strange urges that might bother you from day to day. For some reason the first 18 years of my life were totally innocent and free of any, shall we say, lustful thoughts. That ended pretty quick when I went to Junior College at a military academy. I hope you enjoy my story..............
Part 1
When you are a young man of 18, you don't realize how wonderful it is to be free of any relationships and capable of getting a hard-on any time you feel like it. I remember back when I had just been sent to a military school for being pretty unruly. I resented my parents and really had decided if this is what they want........ To get rid of me......... then that's what they are getting. I was going to form a life of my own and not worry about anyone but myself. This was a big thing! It was anyone's guess as to why I didn't go to a normal junior college with girls and normal life. It still pisses me off when I think about it.
I was a real late bloomer for my age. I remember had found a couple porno pictures in my fathers drawer. They were not hardcore cum shots back then, just a shot of a girl sitting on a cock from behind. You know the classic picture. I realized then, you must just stick your cock in a woman and that was it. Actually I thought maybe you pissed in there or something. I didn't know about cum or orgasms. The nuns, in school, nor even my father ever told me a damn thing, so I ended up doing some weird things.
I can think back to fucking a hole in my pillow. It was a foam rubber pillow. I cut a slit in the cover and tried to hump it when I would get a hard-on. I remember I tried pissing in it once and regretted it for a long time. I pissed maybe a cup full. I didn't think it was much fun after all, but then I had a pillow full of piss that I didn't want anyone to find. I had to sleep on it for a couple weeks until it finally dried up and stopped smelling so much. It wasn't fun sleeping on a piss damp pillow that smelled for two or three weeks. I am surprised my mother never found it. She must have wondered where the smell was coming from but never found it.
After that fiasco I started playing around with my ass. I would stick my finger in an inch or two and fool around. I also played with a plastic rod that was sorta like a small dildo. It was about 10 inches long. I would probe around whenever I was alone, especially when I was in the bath tub; of course I had to be careful that no one came into the bathroom when I was playing. I would always get a boner that anyone would notice, so that my play was limited. It sure felt good pushing the rod in and sorta wiggling it.
I also remember that I would piss on myself at night. I would lie in my bed and squirt a little piss on my belly and rub it all over myself, I have no idea why that was pleasurable to me back then but I know I did it. Through all this I never knew about actual stroking.
All this play was what I did up until I was sent away. I also never knew about Cum or that it even existed. That was until I met my new roommate at school............my world changed pretty quickly from that point forward.
The school I was sent to was Hell. They were fanatic disciplinarians and had the entire system set up to basically make you a robot. They said "jump" and you said "which way....sir"! I was pretty innocent. I really never experienced any sexual encounters other than getting a hard-on and wondering why I felt the way I felt when I had one. You know something is feeling strange and good at the same time but not why it did.
My roommates' name was Joe and we both knew, pretty quickly, that we would get along together and found it easy to talk. It didn't take much more than a few days until we were telling each other our innermost feelings.......these included cock play. We hadn't said too much about it until the first night I felt the bunk bed moving and looked down from the top bunk to see Joe playing with himself. My seeing him didn't seem to upset him at all. He just looked up and said, "I hope it's OK with you if I jerk off at night, I always have to shoot a load before I go to sleep."
I had no idea what he was talking about but said, "Hell no, we all do it don't we?" I was too embarrassed to tell him I had never heard of this jerking off thing. I laid back and realized I had gotten a hard-on watching him play around so I moved my arm to simulate the bed movement that Joe was making.
When he stopped, I stopped. Joe said, "Man, I needed that. I haven't jerked off since we got here. Fuck! I shot a quart! How'd you do?"
I mumbled a weak, "Ya, me too," and we when to sleep.
The following nights were all the same. I would fake jerking off, and I found I really enjoyed watching Joe. It was dark so I could not see his cum. He would shoot into a towel and then stuff it in his laundry bin. I started faking that too. I'd jump down and stuff a towel in my bin and hop back into bed hoping Joe didn't catch on to my fake act.
Weeks went by and one night Joe said, "I bet I am bigger than you." He stood and peered over the bed at me and said, "Let me see your cock." I sheepishly pulled back the covers and exposed my semi-hard-on. Joe reached over and measured me with his thumb and forefinger. When he did this he actually reached over and held my cock straight up as he checked the length. Holy Shit! Did I ever get a rush when he grabbed my shaft and rested his hand on my balls as he measured me.
Joe laughed and said, "Ya, I was right. I'm about an inch longer than you. Look......."
