should be protected from any abuser. That said, please be advised that
the following story relates to a series of events that took place during
my youth, from my preteenage years up until now.
Part 1 --
It all started one fall afternoon of 1975, I was 10 years old. My father was waiting in the car, ready to drive me to the arena for my hockey game. As I was changing in my room, I got this curious idea. I was wondering what my dick tasted like. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and since I was very limber, I simply bent forward and brought my lips to the head of my limp dick. To the touch of my warm lips and tongue, my dick sprung to life and I could feel it, growing in my mouth. I was in heaven.
Suddenly I heard my mom calling my name from downstairs, saying that my father was still waiting for me. OMG!, what if she had stepped into to my room instead. I got dressed up in a heart beat an ran downstairs. As my father was driving me, my thoughts were not on the game but on the things I would try that night.
Since my parents were sleeping in the next room, I waited until they fell asleep, or so I thought, before I made my move. I slowly removed the bottom of my pj and put my hands under my thights and bent forward. Being raised in a religious environment, I had never heard of wanking or jerking yet, even less about blowjobs. So, I was sucking on the head of
my dick as I would with a pacifier to make it swell. Not exactly the best technic as I would discover in time, but effective. As I started pumping and applying suction, I heard my mother asked about the noise I was making.
Damn! what a downer. I told her I had trouble sleeping and was tossing a lot. I could not believed that she bought it. I waited a few minutes before I quietly stepped out of bed to sat on the floor in order to continue sucking. That way, the mattress would not make any of those compromising squeaky noises.
Somehow, this interruption turned out to be a good thing. I realised that the floor, much firmer than my bed, allowed me to get more of my shaft in my mouth. From then on, this was the way I would do it. I would step out of bed and do it on the floor. Now that I was back in business, I could feel the swelling of my cheeks while I was sucking vigorously on my cock and the blood flowing through the shaft made it grow bigger. Then all of a sudden, spams ran through my body. I was breathing heavily as I released my dick from my eager mouth. What a rush! That was the first time I sucked a cock and my first orgasm. Even if it was a dry orgasm as I would soon find out.
A few weeks after my 11th birthday, I was in for another first. One night, as I was selfsucking I felt some pain in my stomach. I felt my cock gorge itself and I took my mouth off my cock, just before this gooey substance erupted and covered part of my chin and stomach. Not knowing what to do, and still surprised, I took some tissues and wipped it of. Keep in mind that by then I was still in grade school. I had just came for the first time!
Being afraid to get that stomach pain again, I would pull myself away for a while when I was on the verge of cuming. One day, I saw a picture of a woman in a porn magazine. She was giving a blowjob and I recognized the white substance coming out of her mouth. If she was willing to get that stuff in her mouth it must not be that bad. And by looking at her face, I would say that she seemed to even like it. So one night, I convinced myself to stay on and let my cum fill my mouth.
The good thing, I did not feel any stomach pain when came. The bad thing was that the amount of cum was overwhelming and as I tried to swallow the fresh oyster like texture, I almost puked. I never liked fresh oysters, so you can understand that the first time I came in my mouth was not the greatest moment of my life.... although it would lead to other firsts.
By then I was sucking myself almost on a daily basis. And since I could not bring myself to swallow, you can imaging the amount of tissues I was using. So, being afraid of getting caught for doing something wrong, I decided to start swallowing for practical reasons. "I did not want to leave any evidence (tissue) behind." Therefore, one night, as I came in my mouth, I kept it there for a moment, and then gulped it down. It turn out to be easier that time. That night I swallowed the first of many loads.
Since that night, I would keep my cock in my mouth and swallow every time. No mess, and the feeling of my cock pulsating in my mouth was exhilirating. I would pump my mouth until I was completely drained. This openned to new possibilities. Now I could do it anywhere I wanted and I soon started to suck myself in many places... but that's another story.
I drop by, from time to time, to read the comments; but when I think
of writing a follow up, I always get busy with something.
Now thanks to Xappentice, I feel oblige, haha, to go down memory lane
and share with you at least a little more of my selfsucking experiences.
Since I found out that I could painlessly stay down on my cock and cum in my
mouth, I realised that swallowing and licking myself clean without the need of
tissues would make things a lot easier. While I mostly suck myself at night in
my bedroom, I started to explore the possibilities of my new ability.
I started to expand my selfsucking ground around the house. One night,
I stepped out of bed as usual and removed my pj; but instead of sucking myself
next to my bed, I quietly walked close to my bedroom door. I sat down,
spread my legs, put my arms within my ties, passed my hands under my
knees and wrapped them around my legs. Bending and pulling myself forward
I started to lick my cock. It didn't take long for my dick to come to life with this
tongue action and the minute I was hard, I started to suck like a madman.
Noise from my parents bedroom made me realise that sucking myself in the
doorway of my bedroom might be a little bold. I then thought about my closet.
It's was not your traditional walk-in closet; but lucky for me, it was large enough
for me to sit in and resume quietly my nightly cock sucking. cum tasting activity.
Inside the closet, it was a lot darker than the rest of my room because no light
from the window was able to reach in. Unable to see, I had to rely on my other
senses. My tongue licking the shaft of my dick and swirling around or my lips
wrapped around the cockhead were sending images to my brain. In this closed
environment, even the muffled sound of sucking seemed more intense. The musky
smell of my genital area was somehow mixte with the aroma of my clothes hanging
around and the leather of my baseball glove. I could taste the precum on my tongue
and suddently, as if time had stopped, I was staying still, letting my cock shoot
cum in my mouth, once, twice, a few more times. I swallowed my midnight snack
and licked myself clean. Afterwards, I got out the closet, no pun intended, put back
my pj and went back to bed.
See you in another three years.... just kidding! I will try to give more soon.
Glad to see you back! It was a longshot that you were still visiting the forum, but had to try, even after three years of waiting for an update. if i read right, you were sucking yourself right in your open bedroom doorway?? I can see the beginnings of some adventurous future selfsucking Why do parents always wake up from sounds of selfsuck (or wanking in general)? Were you thinking of anything at this point to get you hot, or was sucking enough? thanks for the new story , nice vivid descriptions, looking forward to reading more sometime (hopefully not too long !)
You gave me quite a start when you said 'see you in another three years'...
As I mentioned it in the previous parts of my story, I started to explore the possibilities of sucking myself around the house. After writing about the first times in my bedroom, this part relates to the first times in the bathrooms.
One day, after playing street hockey with some friends and a younger cousin that lived across the street from our house, I went in to take a shower. I was exhausted from playing all afternoon and adding the benefits of the hot water and the massaging function of the handheld shower head, I felt very relaxed. As I moved the shower head around my genitals, I started to get aroused. I turned the water off, got out of the shower and sat down on the bathroom floor. Bending forward, I could see that my dick was calling for attention. The combine effects of pressure from my lips around the head and the sucking action of my mouth made it grow quite fast. Being so relaxed, I was then licking the shaft along the side from top to bottom allowing myself the pleasure of engorging the head from time to time in my quest for self gratification. I was sucking with a purpose. I wanted my reward. My body suddenly tensed up and I felt my load filling my mouth. As usual, I kept a tight grip around my cock with my lips and gradually withdraw up to the tip of the head in order to keep every single drop. I gulped everything down. This was the first time that I sucked myself in the bathroom.
I then heard my cousin, outside the bathroom, say â€œWhat did I just saw?â€. Surprised, I got up quickly saying â€œWhat do you mean? And what are you doing here?â€. He responded â€œWhat I saw under the doorâ€. OMG, how long has he been there? Did he saw the whole thing? I acted as if I didnâ€™t understand and told him that he was mistaken. I discovered that he was there because my parents were babysitting for a few hours and he just arrived. I believe this was the first time I was caught doing it. Or was I? The thought of what my cousin might has seen made me wonder. The following day, I looked under the bathroom door and realised that he could have seen more than I could bargain for; because judging by what I could see of the dÃ©cor, he had front row seats. Maybe he just missed the show and just saw me sitting on the floor because we never talked about it again.
All this thinking about the event of the day before got me horny, but being afraid of a repeated incident I decided to sit, out of sight, on the bathroom counter instead of the floor. Somehow, the thought of being watched turned me on; but what could they see? What does it look like? In one of the drawer, there was an hand mirror. I placed it under my ball sack and bent forward. Wow, was my thought as my lips surrounded my cock. The close view of myself with a dick in my mouth was so exciting that it only took a few minutes of suction before I was rewarded with my afternoon snack. This was the first time that I sucked myself on the bathroom counter.
As you can imagine, sucking myself on the bathroom counter was not the most erotic place. Besides, the sink in the middle of the counter made it awkward. This is when I decided to take long showers from now on. Actually short ones, with extended pleasure times. Once I cleaned myself, I sat on the shower floor, spread my legs, bent my knees and put my hands behind them to pull myself toward my cock. After a few lips and thong action, I suck my cheeks in and pumped my shaft as the water dripped on me. Some spasms and I felt my load lending on my thong. It was the first time I sucked myself in the shower.
Selfsucking in the shower I was out of sight from anyone who would want to peek under the door; but sitting down on the floor tiles, in a small shower was no picnic. I then thought that if I were limber enough I would not have to sit down. So one day, as I took a long shower, I stayed up, bent forward, put my hands behind my legs and suck on my dick. It was the first time I suck myself in this position; but with the water still running, sometimes I would get some in my nose. So I donâ€™t recall doing it often in this position in the shower.
There was a bath in the bathroom upstairs, so and evening I decided to take a bath instead of a shower. My parents thought it was strange since I always took a shower; but did not question my motive as long as I washed myself. It is just not convenient to wash your hairs. Sitting in the water, I was able to play with cock and keeping the water level low I was able the suck myself. But it was a bit frustrating because I had to refrain myself as my rhythm produced some wave that would it the bath wall and sometimes water would find its way over. As expected, the noise rose attention and my mother knocked on the door and asked if I was ok. I responded that I was find and simply slip as I was about to get out. My session was interrupted; but I was so turned on that I had to finish myself of. That night when everyone was asleep I probably blew one of my biggest loads, sitting on the floor next to my bed in my favourite position.
These are the bathroom firsts that I recall; but writing about the water dripping on me as I sucked myself in the shower made me think about the rain; witch in turn made me think about outside the house. So guess what my next chapter might cover?
But staying home during this covid-19 pandemic gave me time to think about the good old days and time to share again some of my selfsucking souvenirs. Hey, one good thing during these social distancing times is that as selfsuckers, we don't have to leave the house. lol.
Part IV --
I'd been sucking myself for almost 5 years now.
I'd sucked myself in my bedroom, on my bed, on the floor and even in the closet; literally.
I'd sucked myself in the bathroom, the shower, the basement, the kitchen, the hallways...
I was always thinking of new ways or places where I could suck my dick and swallow my cum.
I became more and more daring, to a point that I even sucked myself right outside my parents bedroom door while they were sleeping.
Of course, I didn't want to get caught; but somehow, the risk of getting caught added to the trill, the pleasure.
I'd sucked myself in every corner of the house and I had to expand my playfield.
I came to realize that sucking myself was more difficult in the morning then later during the day. That's why most of my selfsucking sessions happened at night, in the evening or late afternoon when I came back from school; but that was about to change.
To avoid attention, I entered a stall and sat on the toilet as if I was going for a “number 2”. Anticipating what was going to happened, it didn't take long for my cock to spring to life and in no time, my tongue was twirling around my dickhead. As my lips surrounded my cock I started to bob up and down. When I heard boys coming in, I paused and noticed that I could see who was there through the small space between the door and the stall walls caused by the hinge. If I could see, maybe they could as well, I should to be careful. My cock didn't mind and was calling for attention and I slowly started to suck again, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I was glad when they left. Because as I they did, I could feel what was coming and I was afraid I could not contain myself. Cum was filling my mouth and my lips stayed around my dick, not wanting to lose a drop. I did get my dessert and it was the first of many times I would in the bathroom stalls.