Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2019 15:39:30 +0000 From: Trek50 Subject: Memories: Fourteen Years Old Masturbation Memories -- 14 yrs old This true story is third in a series that describes my experiences with masturbation while growing up. The intent of the series is to honestly share the experiences I had so others feel less ashamed or embarrassed by "typical" adolescent thoughts and feelings. When I was 14, I started high school and was required to take physical education (PE). The first day of our all male gym class, the "coach" informed us we had to wear a jock strap and shower after each class. He conducted periodic checks where, when asked, we would have to show him the top band of our "Bike" jock strap to verify we were wearing one. He would also check off each boy's name as they left the shower. If we didn't follow the rules, we would lose a half of a letter grade for each violation. My first task was to purchase a jock strap. My parents were divorced, and my dad was absent for the most part. While I had played baseball when younger, nobody ever mentioned the need to wear a jock strap. My mom drove me to the only Department store in our small town. I walked up down a few of the sporting goods aisles making sure nobody was around. I was embarrassed that someone might see me shopping for a jock. My dick was hard with excitement as I reached up to pull my first jock strap off the rack. I couldn't wait to get home and try it on. My dick was hard as we paid for the jock strap and drove home. After arriving home, I walked quickly to my bedroom, closed and locked my door. I took the jock out of its' package and examined it closely. I placed my closed fist in the soft pouch where my dick and balls would be cradled. Seeing the webbed fabric that would let air flow through to my package only added to the excitement. I stripped out of my clothes and eagerly slid the jock up my long legs. When the band reached my hard dick, I stretched the top of the jock over my shaft and finished pulling it up until I could feel my balls inside the soft pouch. Being hard, my dick poked out the side of the pouch. I moved my hard shaft to point upward so the elastic band held it tight against my skin. I stood in front of the mirror attached to my dresser and admired my young body in the tight-fitting jock. I loved my exposed ass and how my legs moved freely with only the thin straps around them. I noticed a drop of wetness on the elastic band where my cock, held firmly against my skin, was leaking pre-cum in anticipation of sweet release. I laid down on my bed and rubbed my hands over the elastic band and the soft pouch that held my young balls. I slid the elastic band lower, exposing my full shaft. Grabbing my cock with my right hand, I slid the foreskin back, revealing the sensitive meat underneath. I rubbed the elastic band against my mushroom head making my shaft jump with excitement. I began slowly gliding my hand up and down my shaft, pre-cum easing the movement of my foreskin over the head of my cock with each stroke. My hand began moving more quickly as my breathing and heart rate increased. The up and down sensation of my hand pumping my cock enflamed my desire. Holding on as long as I could... my dick pulsed; one, two, three times as eruptions of cum shot onto my bare chest. I could smell the cum and feel its warmth. My breathing slowed as I laid on my bed watching my dick return to its softened state. I wiped away the remaining cum that fell from my cock and cleaned the remaining cum from my chest. I pulled the elastic band up so my cock and balls fit completely in the pouch. I placed my hand over the pouch, gently moving my package up and down. Feeling how the jock kept everything snug and close to my body. I stood before the mirror again, admiring how the pouch outlined my package. I smiled seeing the wet spot on the pouch where the remaining drops of cum were collecting. I slid on a pair of gym shorts and felt the cool fabric against my bare ass. I raised my legs, walking in place, and felt how my package stayed snug against my body despite the movement. I put on a shirt and took a bike ride in my new jock! Feeling the movement of the shorts against my ass and the wind against my balls, it wasn't long until I was home emptying my balls again. The showers were a different story. The thought of taking group showers with my classmates was terrifying. There were no shower stalls and I had no control over my erections. If the wind blew up my gym shorts the right way, I was popping a boner. When I showered each morning, the sensation of water flowing down my chest and over my dick was enough to make me hard. How could anyone survive getting an erection in a shower room with naked males? What if others had more pubic hair? What if I had the smallest dick in the entire class? While my penis was growing as I matured, I was a "grower," not a "shower." I was up to 5 inches when hard, but soft was another story. The number of ways naked guys could humiliate each other in a group shower were unlimited and all of them were running through my mind. I did the only thing a teenage boy in my circumstances could do; I refused to shower. It wasn't long until the coach informed me that my grade was a "C". I knew that my mom would kill me if I got anything less than an "A" in PE. This was especially true if the only reason for the low grade was my refusing to shower. I decided it was time to man-up. I got my gym bag ready that night and included all the necessary items, including a washed jock. The next day, I waited anxiously for my gym class to be over and headed for the locker room. Once inside, I went to my usual changing spot in the back of the locker room, where I prayed that I was invisible. I pulled my gym shorts down slowly and wrapped my towel around my waist. I reached under the towel and slid my jock strap down to prevent anyone from seeing my dick. Grabbing my soap, I sat on the locker room bench trying to collect my courage. All around me were naked young men heading for the showers. If they could do it, I could too! Finally, I grew a pair, stood up, and walked toward the showers. Placing my towel on a hook, I exposed my dick, balls and ass to the world. In the shower, I struggled to keep my eyes focused on my body so I wouldn't be teased for looking at naked classmates. Despite my best efforts, curiosity won out. I saw many cocks like mine. A few were larger and more well developed. I was jealous. A couple were less developed. Several of the guys had more pubic hair than I did, and some even had the faint start of a happy trail. I was the only male that was uncircumcised. Overall, I was average. The other males had nicknamed a classmate "horse" at the beginning of the school year and now I knew why! To make my penis look bigger, I wanted to be semi-hard in the showers, but I knew that once the launch sequence started, I had little control over the take off. My prayers were answered as my dick remained soft the entire time. I had completed my first group shower without incident. After school, I hurried home for my late afternoon masturbation session. Until this day, most of my masturbation fantasies involved my girlfriend. I would imagine her soft hand pumping my cock or my young dick thrusting in her tight virgin pussy. This time was different. I imagined myself naked in the shower with my classmates. All our dicks were hard, and we were stroking each other. I was confused and scared because these images excited me so much. I began looking forward to the showers. Seeing my classmates' naked bodies and admiring them. I was left confused and wondering what this said about me and my relationship with my girlfriend. As noted above, this is a true story. If you enjoyed it or have any comments, please contact me at Trek50@protonmail.com.