My earliest memory...

[Ziggurat]

I say "my earliest memory" because I can't really remember if it was my first time or not. This is true and autobiographical, so I'm not censoring this. I will understand if the moderator has to for legal reasons though. (~TTZ~)

It was the late 1980s, say '88 or '89. I was maybe 14 or 15 years old. I spent the afternoon watching vintage 1970's pornos with a slew of friends at my cousins' house. We were all way too young, but his parents kept them in plain site in the basement rec room, a couple of feet from the big Zienyth TV and the BETAMAX VCR! That's how far back this goes.... Although I had seen dozens of skin flicks before over the last couple years, I'd did see something for the first time this day. ANAL SEX! I remember we were all thinking, "EWWW, I understand the oral play and the intercourse, but why stick your wang in there???" Haha, foolish boys... Although I thought it gross at the time, it still made me horny as a dog with two dicks.

Since I knew I wasn't getting anything, as my girlfriend and I hadn't even moved past second base yet. I figured I would go home and play with myself. My stepbrother and I had done lots of oral stuff, but I don't think we tried any anal stuff until after that movie.

Anyway, I can't remember why I tried to self suck, but I do remember I was abnormally long that day, and was so desperate for a blowjob, that I leaned over and tried to kiss my 'boyhood'. Alas, I couldn't reach. -S-t-r-e-t-c-h- -m-y- -t-o-n-g-u-e-... Nope. Damn! Recalled back to my karate days with the leg over your head stretches... So, rolled over on my bed, bounced my feet off the attic vaulted ceilings and continued back behind my head, and man, so close. I could lick it, but still couldn't get it in there. BUT the effort was getting me close to bursting, so I was still happy, until my real brother walked in!!! Bastard.

Since I had tried to roll back before he got the door fully open he only saw that I was close, but not doing anything. That fucker takes one look at me and says "You know it doesn't get any longer no matter how you look at it." Ass.

I still don't know to this day whether or not he ever figured out what I was doing, but my reply now is, "Maybe not, but you can get closer if you change the angle you approach it from."

~The Towering Ziggurat~

[Ziggurat]

So someone else asked me about this phenomenon on FetLife.com and after taking a day or two to think about it, I decided to post the same story but tell it a little more erotically. This is probably more accurate than the first post here, but when I wrote the previous post back in May, I was only just thinking back. Here is the unedited story as posted on FetLife. Enjoy!

I can remember the first time I tried to pleasure myself unconventionally. I became sexually aware at an age that is best left unmentioned. We're talking about an age in single digits here folks. Anyway, I had been masturbating the usual way that young boys do for a few years. I had seen a few adult films but never really understood what I was seeing. I mean, I knew, but didn't fully understand. Sex was sex, but why on earth would you put it in someone's mouth or bum? (Hehe remember when it was still a 'bum?'). After having spent an afternoon watching my first bondage film at a cousin's house, I went home to relieve myself of my tension. At this point I'm still too young to mention but I was a few years into the double digits. I'd had received oral sex already, but after watching this film and not having access to the person who usually would suckle my blossoming manhood, I just happened to reach over the side of the bed to get my magic sock and noticed that I could almost do it myself... So, back up onto the bed and flipped my legs up and over my head with my feet on the footboard. I was so close. I could just hit it with my tongue. It was metallic sweet, like a popped blister that the skin has come free from. It was warm and soft.. And moving. I could see my head slowly pulsating. Way more sensual then the quick throbbing that today's energy brings.
Stretch.. Pull.. Lean.. Nothing. So close, yet so far. If only for another inch then I could kiss it. For two iches I could actually suckle myself. And suckle I would until my men's milk would come gushing out in waves, washing down into my throat, forcing me to swallow every surge of salty-sweet succulent sauce! But I never made it that far. Not enough length and not enough time. My older brother walked into my room (you had to go through mine to get to his!) and glanced over. In the dim dusk-light coming through my bedroom window I don't think he knew exactly what I was up to for he explained, "It doesn't get any bigger no matter much you stare at it!" I rolled back into normal position and with a sigh I simply said "Oh..." And tried to get to sleep. Fucker! My brother was the first person to give me blueballs!!! The next day I tried again. Still couldn't reach further than a tongue touch, but I still had the load that I had worked up from the night before, and this was a weekend night, so he wouldn't be up until after midnight. I had all the time in the world and all the hot sugar a young teen boy could muster. The first cock I would suck would have to be someone elses, but the first cum I would taste would be mine and mine alone! I swallowed every drop. Every wave. Every surge. Every gush. The taste leaves a little to be desired, but when you litterally drain yourself to the point of exhaustion in extacy, the bittersweet sauce is far from your mind as the warm sluice of secret sex washes over your soul.

Fuck I need to get my flexibility back up. About two years later I had my extra inch plus a half. I could reach very well. Not anymore, and after writing all that I'm dying to do it all over again! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed remembering and writing it!

Randy (LabRat)