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I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. "That was amazing," I finally manage to say. I'm not sure how much time passed since I dropped down on the couch, but I can only imagine it was a lot. "That was amazing." Milan smiles. I masturbation was a freshman in a big city high school in the ‘70s and wasn’t surprised when in my first semester I had swimming and for “public health reasons,” all of the boys would do it naked. I had been warned by my older brothers and coming from a family of nine kids, including sisters and a continually nursing mother, I wasn’t shy, or a stranger to the nude body. On the first day we were instructed that if we heard three short bursts of the whistle, we were to get out of the pool quickly, line up on the edge and face the bleachers, because there may be an emergency and somebody would be there to give us instructions. There were about 40 boys in black the class, of all races, all pubescent, although there were a few that were probably barely, by the sparse hair on their cocks and balls. A few boys were older, or more advanced, as evidenced by their thicker bushes or larger penises. Many looked like me, uncut and white, about half were circumcised, but I tried not to stare. Still, it was the first time I saw a dick that wasn’t my dad’s or brother’s or huge cousin’s.We all jumped in the pool and swam around, getting used to the water. It felt good on my naked body and it was something I had never done. As it was many times during the day as a young teenager, my dick was rock solid. I jerked off many times a day to relieve myself back then… Suddenly, the whistle blew three times and we all jumped out and lined up on the edge of the pool. In the chill, my balls pulled in tight and my young cock was erect, of course. The coach was about four rows up in the bleachers and laughed, “all right men, there’s about 12 of you with boners, stiffies, hard-ons, WOOOOD! We don’t swim naked because this is a nudist camp, we swim naked because of the rules! I don’t think any of you guys are fairies, but there’s no grab-ass in the pool. Concentrate on swimming and your peckers will stay big down! Get back in there!” There was some nervous laughter among the boys and we jumped back into the pool. As time went on, I kept looking at other guy’s dicks, mostly in the locker room and I noticed a few other guys looking too. We dressed slower. Since we had lunch period after swimming, a few of us started eating together, though we never talked about anything tits other than school and girls. The coach whistled again the next week and there were seven with erections. He shook his head and said, “Keep your mind on the swimming, damn it.” When he did it the next time it was after the Columbus Day holiday and there was a higher number of absences, so less chance of a group of hard dicks. I was the only kid with a hard on. Coach seemed pleased as he looked down the line until he got to me. He dunked a small towel in the pool, threw it to me and ordered me onto the end of the diving board. When I got there, my cock was still hard, even though I was starting to get scared. He ordered the other boys to turn around and scorn me. Then coach yelled, “Cover that boner with the towel!” Seeing those 30 soft dicks lined up, even as they began laughing at me with a wet towel draped over my stiff tent pole, was humiliating at the same time it excited me. I got the first inkling of how thrilling a good humbling can feel and I felt oddly proud that I was “different,” the same way I would feel, years later, in a group of young men as the only one willing to be the "cum bucket" at a frat party…I noticed my friend Steve, one of my lunch buddies, an Asian boy with a thick bush of black pubic hair and a long thin cock, at the end of the line getting an erection as he watched my humiliation. This made me more bold and hard and when the coach saw it wasn’t making me soft, he told everyone to jump back in the pool. The coach didn’t whistle again that semester. He never said a word to me and gave me an A in the section. Some of the guys gave me shit, but I was a good athlete and student and never heard much about it since. I think they were happy it wasn’t them…Every now and then I beat-off to the memory of that day. That semester I did have the true stirrings of my own sexuality, actually, bisexuality. I like the shape and form of the penis, I love what it does. There were two purple vibrators and a flesh coloured dildo. I immediately began pulling my arms out of the short sleeves, and then reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. Swiper pushes her legs up as he start to fuck huge her really rough, fast and deep. Thoughts of an orgy with my classmates black wasn't helping my erection dwindle one bit. And yes, he uses condoms. "Alex, I think your slut mommy wants your cock. “Get married. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. “I want to masturbation taste you as well.” I can barely see it take her into the smoke and darkness. “The truth was that I had learned it over the last few months with my friend Greg and my two teachers. She laughs as I try to get a hold of myself. My eyes got wide. Kyle glanced nervously between Becca and Vicky who both seemed to be in their own little world. Her eyes danced wildly from the revelation that she was my father's daughter. Zach wearily climbed up the stairs, brushed his teeth and entered his bedroom, closing the door after him. She purred as wave after wave of new sensations rolled over her cock, her mind struggling to process just how good it all felt to be here, to be wanted, to be desired, to be buried in his young pale ass. I wasn’t tensed-up for the next 4 swats, I wasn’t looking and I tried to concentrate on the tits noise from the crowd around us. But, I resisted and then firmly left the place with her standing looking very lost. Some company policies just make no sense.” She snuck out of the computer room to the front door, and opened it slightly, covering her still-bare tits with one arm. I asked her. I loaded dual-shot spear heads into the ballista and blasted it. Jessie felt a bolt of electricity run up her spine. 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