Cumming of Age by Sean M.
I'm sitting here at my computer. I'm sleepy. The clock on my desk says 2:48 a.m. I want to write about some of my first experiences in what's turned out to be one hell of a sexlife. (It ain't over yet, by far)
The first thing that comes to mind was when I was nine or ten years old. I can remember my Dad yelling at me to cut the grass. I'd always hated that job and I guess he did too because it was soon given to me as one of my duties. That is until one hot Saturday. It must have been around one in the afternoon because the sun was directly above me, burning the hell out of my shoulders. I was stripped down to my shorts and shoes. The temperature had to have been in the upper 90's, if not the 100's. I can remember pushing the lawnmower around the yard and snatching a towel off the clothes line to wipe the sweat off my face and chest. I'd drape it across the handle of the lawn- mower so I could use it throughout this shitty chore. I'd always joked with my dad about cementing in the entire yard and selling the lawnmower. Of course, any other Dad would have laughed, seeing that "any other Dad" would also have a sense of humor. Anyway, I'd gotten almost halfway through cutting the yard and had stopped to sop away my sweatty face when something happened that changed my opinion on life forever. As I stood there wiping away the perspiration, the handle of the lawnmower touched my dick. For the first time ever, I'd felt a sensation down there other than the feeling of having to pee. It sent shock waves all over my body and gave me a chill down my spine. I can recall standing there for a long time pressing the underside of my dick against the handle. The vibrations were so intense that I thought I was going to piss right there. I quickly pulled away realizing something was different. It felt like I was going to pee but then again it felt better than having to. Needless to say, I didn't have to be told twice to cut the grass from then on out. In fact, once I mowed the lawn without being told. My parents weren't home and I remember standing in the back corner of the yard rubbing my dick up the handle next to the throttle. I stood there long enough to see what was going to happen. Much to my surprise, I didn't piss all over myself. Instead, something else came out. I ran inside the house and examined my sweaty underwear. I pulled the elastic away from my skin. There were small indentions in my skin from where my underwear was. I untucked my dick and pulled it away from my scrotum. It was covered with a clear gooey liquid. I ran my finger through it and lifted it to my nose to see if I could tell what it was by smelling it. It smelled like my sweaty crotch mixed with another scent I'd never encountered before. Then, as a last resort, I tasted it. It was salty and had an aftertaste to it. I quickly spit into the garbage can and then rinsed my mouth out underneath the kitchen faucet. For something so messy, it sure felt good.
That night I laid in bed and played with my dick. I used to call it "my peepeer" when ever I'd have to talk about it to my Mom or Dad. I thought, "When I rub my peepeer, it feels good". Of course, I'd never tell them that. I laid there on my bed with my left hand holding the base of it and I'd rub my right hand in circular motions over the head. It gave me the same sensations as putting it to the lawnmower handle. Only I couldn't "make the slimey"...as I used to call it.
One night, I was riding my bicycle about three blocks away from home. I'd sneaked out my bedroom window to spy on this girl that lived down the road. As I think about it now, I was just wanting to use my peepeer for some- thing and I knew that girls were made just for that reason. Little did I know. The night was kinda cool. I'd slipped on my sweat shirt and jeans and was riding my bike down the street. As I got to this girl's house, I noticed that her light was off in her bedroom. Disappointed, I decided to ride around the neighborhood instead. Maybe there was someone else I could spy on. Billy was up. I saw his light on. But the blinds were closed. I didn't think that it was wrong for another boy to try to spy on another boy, I just attempted. I remember looking through the cracks of his blinds and seeing him in his underwear playing with a game. I can still see his naked chest and his eyes fixed on his game. I got a stiffy from watching him. He soon got up and got into bed. His light went off and I picked up my bike and rode towards home.
As I made my way home, I stopped off at this old man's house. This old man was one that my parents had told me to stay away from. He was a pervert. I didn't know what a pervert was so it went in one ear and out the other. All I remember hearing was stay away from him so I understood that he was some kind of dangerous guy. I approached his yard. There was a pile of junk laying in the gutter next to the street. I looked around to see if anyone was out and if they'd see me going through his garbage. I must've really wanted to know what a pervert was cause I found myself going through his garbage. The adrenalin began pumping as I ran across several grocery bags packed full of pornography magazines from the late 60's and early 70's. I thumbed through a couple of them at the top of the sack and found myself with a hard-on. I sorted through the mix of grocery bags and grabbed up as many as I could carry on my bicycle. It took me forever to get home with this heavy load packed in my arms and between my legs. I found it very hard to pedal when you've got two bags of damp magazines clutched between your thighs. I finally made it home and shoved the bags through my window. I crawled in after them and closed and locked my window. I let the shades down and sat on my bed looking through them until sunlight. My peepeer got hard several times as I'd see the numerous guys in various positions doing all kinds of acts. Some of the guys looked young but they had the Brady Bunch haircuts and it kinda ruined things. I found one magazine that had a picture of a guy with his peepeer inside another guys butt. It was wierd seeing this and at the same time, got me wondering what it would be like. My peepeer was leaking slimey and I felt like I needed to get the same feeling that I got from the lawn mower again. I grabbed the base of my dick with my left hand and then rubbed the mushroom head with my right hand. I did it so hard and fast that before I knew it, I was pouring the slimey all over my hand and leg. It was the best feeling I'd ever had to that day. I stashed my new supply of magazines under my bed and went to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a stiffy. I staggered to the bathroom and took care of my usual morning piss. Then headed back to my room to finish what I'd started last night. Before the day was over, I'd rubbed a blister on the head of my dick.
I'd once walked in on my parents having sex. They thought I was in bed and I went into their room to ask my Mom something. Can't remember what it was. As I opened their door, I saw my Dad's huge peepeer sticking up and going in and out of my Mom's mouth. They both jumped as I entered the room. Covers were flying and they pulled the sheets up over their naked bodies. I asked whatever it was I had to ask, then went back into my room and did the sticky again. My dick was where it was for a purpose. And I'd just learned how to use it.
It got to the point where I'd tell my Mom I was sick and didn't feel like going to school. The minute my Mom and Dad would leave for work, I'd dart for their room to see what kind of things I could find. The first place I looked was under the bed. I hid all my "dirty" stuff under "MY" bed so I thought everybody did. I found nothing. I then walked into their closet. I found a small metal trunk about three feet wide and two feet deep. It was locked. I fumbled around to see if I could pick the lock. I had no sucess. There was a jewelry box on my Mom's dresser. It had earrings, cufflinks, bracelets and finally, keys. I sorted through the keys until I found this old rusted skeleton key. It just looked like it went to the trunk. Actually, this trunk looked more like a treasure chest that you'd see in some old pirate movie. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it. I heard a click, as the lid of the chest popped up. My heart was racing. I lifted the lid up and stared at the contents inside. The first thing I remember seeing was a back massager. "Hmmmm" I thought. There's my substitute for the lawnmower. I pulled it out and set it to the side. The next thing I found was a stack of videos. I was able to work the VCR even though it was off limits to me. I pulled them out and placed them next to the massager. I looked through the rest of the trunk and found everything from leather straps with buttons on them to recent pictures of my Mom and Dad naked. I put those back where I found them. Totally grossed me out. I found a brochure for ordering videos that had pictures of both men with women, women with women, and mem with men. I saw one of those leather straps wrapped around the balls of one of the men. I picked up the leather strap and undid my shorts. I pulled my peepeer out and snapped it around my balls. I couldn't see where it was doing any good. I slipped it off, without undoing it and proceeded to gather up the videos and go into the living room.
I stuck one of the videos labeled, "A Touch of Genie" in the VCR. I pressed PLAY and the video started in the middle. Some black guy was sticking his peepeer in a white woman. Just the sight of it going in her private parts gave me a stiffy. She seemed to like it too. The video played on and soon the guy was moving his hand up and down his peepeer. I sat there in the recliner amazed as I watched what happened next. A long stream of white stuff shot out of his peepeer hole and onto the woman's stomach. The other guy in the video did the exact same thing, only it went into her mouth. "damn, this is normal", I thought as I pulled out my 'thang'. I leaned over and plugged in the massager. I moved the switch into the on position. It began humming. I placed the large round part of the massager onto the underside of my peepeer. My heart skipped a beat as the strongest feeling I'd ever had ran through my privates. It didn't take but a few seconds for the feeling to intensify. I looked down to see what was going to happen. All of a sudden, a long spurt of stickey shot out of my peepeer and onto my stomach. It splattered all over my belly button and ribs. I jumped as it surprised me by shooting out so far. I kept the massager glued to my dick until the feeling went away. I then became interested in what was on the other video tapes. I viewed the other videos until I ran across one that wasn't labeled. I shoved it into the VCR. It immediately began playing. The scenery was familiar. It was my living room. I was hesitant in watching 'cause I was afraid that it would be my folks.
Suddenly my Dad walked into the picture. He was naked. I'd seen him pee before but never butt naked. Then my Mom walked into the picture. She had on some lace night gown. I stopped the tape and fast forwarded until the counter read 1:00:00. I pressed play and saw an image of something I wont forget. My Mom was yelling as my Dad shoved his hand inside her privates. He wasn't playing nice at all. I could see the muscles in his arms flex as he forcefully crammed his hand and wrist into my Mom's hole. I sat there in complete shock. My dick was hard, for some reason, as I watched my Dad command her to do various things. I didn't like seeing him treat her this way.
I cautiously watched the rest of the tape. From what I saw, he'd done everything from sticking his arm into her to holding her nose while he shot his stickey goo into her mouth. This made me hate him even more. I took this video out of the machine and replaced it with one that was labeled. It was a video of a younger looking man rubbing his dick over a real pretty woman. My dick got harder as I watched him get faster and faster. I placed the massager up to my peepeer and turned it on. The sensation from the massager and from watching this young looking guy stick his thing in this pretty woman gave me the same feeling as before. I removed my eyes off the television and watched as my dick began to pulse. Suddenly, at the peak of the feeling, I shot out another explosion of stickey all over my chest. Soon he was splattering HIS stickey all over this girl's boobies. I found myself watching this guy instead of the girl. He didn't have any hair on his chest and had one of the biggest peepeers I'd ever seen. He looked like some of the guys that hung around the arcade room, or at least the same age. Before I knew it, it was time for my parents to come home from work. I put everything back where I'd found it and placed the keys back in my Mom's jewelry box. My thing was tingling from all of the abuse it had gotten from the massager. I was glad to know that I wasn't abnormal and that my peepeer was where it was for a reason. I was a little concerned about the swollen skin beneath the tip of my peepeer. The massager had gotten it almost twice the size it normally was. After a day or two, it went down. I still couldn't erase the vision of seeing my Dad doing what he was doing to my Mom.
Since then, my parents divorced. I'm glad he's gone.