From: an388530@anon.penet.fi (Devin)
Reply-To: an388530@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat,  6 Apr 1996 18:39:59 UTC
Subject: Speedo Stories

I was a very horny 12 year old. The summer after 6th grade, my mom and I
went on vacation for a week in July. We stayed at a Holiday Inn near the
beach.  When we got there it was really busy with people checking in so I
went to wait on a couch in the lobby while my mom stood in line.  It took
about half an hour to get our keys, during which time I had my first orgasm
in a public place, one of many I would have at that hotel!

I was wearing a t-shirt and a new pair of running shorts. The shorts were
red, fairly tight fitting and made of silky nylon material with an equally
silky lining that gave me an erection every time I wore them.  The feel
reminded me of my first pair of speedos, which I had gotten about a month
before.

As I sat back and relaxed on the couch, my 12 year old cock slid to full
erection inside my silky shorts.  I liked how it looked in them, a bulge
that came up to the waist band and showed clearly through the shiny nylon.
After looking at it for a few seconds, I pulled my t-shirt down a bit to
hide it from the crowd over by the front desk.

There were some magazines by the couch so I looked through them and pulled
out a couple issues of Boys Life. As I looked through them I found one with
a big section on scouting in Australia, including quite a few pictures of
boys my age wearing speedos!  That made me get even more excited, and I
decided to get more comfortable and lay on my stomach on the couch.  The
cushion had a soft velour cover and felt nice on my boner through the silky
fabric.

A couple of the pictures really turned me on a lot - one was a boy about my
age in light blue speedos in the water, climbing onto a big inner tube.
The wet suit clung to his butt, thin, almost transparent. He looked like he
was humping the inner tube, flexing his butt with his legs hanging down
towards the water.  The other shot was a guy a couple years older lying on
his back on an air matress. He had speedos on too, and though he wasn't
hard, it looked like he was starting to get that way.  I bet a couple
minutes after the picture he switched to the same position I was in on the
couch, enjoying the sexy feeling as his hardon rubbed on the wet cushion
through his suit.

I was really starting to feel good squirming on the couch but I knew I
couldn't just go for it like I did in my room.  If my butt was totally
wiggling up and down people would probably notice. My feet were down by the
arm of the couch, so I started pushing and relaxing with my toes with my
knees spread apart a little, making myself rub up and down very slowly on
the cushion. I had myself in the perfect postion. My running shorts were
clinging to the cushion a little, so when I slid down they got real tight
on my balls, and sliding in either direction felt awesome on my boner, so
silky and slippery. It was hard to keep from speeding up.  Every now and
then I would pretend to shift postion on the couch so I could hump a little
faster for a second.

Something else was exciting me too. I had never done anything so sneaky!
The idea of doing this where people could see me but not realize what I was
doing made the feeling stronger than ever.  I checked every now and then
and no one was ever looking in my direction.  I kept going really slow, but
started sliding a little further up and down, and pushing down harder into
the cushion, pretending the boy in the picture was doing that to the inner
tube.  Suddenly, there was that feeling, like I couldn't stop even if I
wanted to, like there was nothing else in the world but my boner.  I came
and came into my running shorts, my boner sliding on the silky nylon which
became even slipperier with my spurting cum.  I pushed down into the couch
and trying not to wiggle too much or make any moaning sounds.  I know I
wiggled some and was breathing hard, but when I looked around after, no one
seemed to have noticed. I had gotten away with it!

In a while my mom was done checking in and we went up to our rooms.
Luckily my t-shirt was long enough to hide the wet spot on my shorts.  As
an excuse to rinse them out, I went swimming in them later.

I'll write more about my vacation later.
Devin


This is the second part of my story about when my mom and I went on
vacation . It was the summer after 6th grade, two months after I turned 12.
We stayed at a Holiday Inn near the beach.

A month before, when school let out for summer, I had gotten my first pair
of speedos.  A boy in my class had worn them for swimming in P.E., and I
wanted a pair from the first time I saw them.  I imagined how the tight
silky cloth would feel and I couldn't wait to try one on. I got a boner
every time I thought about wearing them, and when I walked into the
sporting goods store to get my first pair, I was totally hard in my pants!
When I put them on I couldn't believe how sexy they felt. Anyway, I'll save
the day I got my first speedos for a separate story.

We went down to the pool the morning after our first night, an hour or so
after breakfast.  It was my first time wearing my new speedos someplace
public.  They were size 28 with blue and white stripes.  My boner showed
clearly through the shiny cloth. The bulge came right up to the waist band.
I had the strings tied, but I left them outside my suit because they felt
uncomfortable if I tucked them inside next to my boner.

Before I went outside, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and
checked myself out.  I was a skinny kid with very fair skin, a mop of dark
brown hair and a face that made people say I looked like an elf sometimes.
The hotel had cool mirrors that let you see yourself from all sides.  I
watched myself as I ran my hands all over the suit, enjoying the sensation
of feeling my hips, butt and boner through the slippery material.

As we went down to the pool, I walked a ways in front of my mom to avoid
letting her see. I was carrying a plastic air matress for swimming around
on, and a big towel which I draped over my shoulder so it partly covered
the front of my suit.

The pool wasn't too crowded, just a couple of kids in the shallow end and
their parents on lounge chairs.  My mom picked a spot far enough away from
the pool so she wouldn't get splashed while she worked on her tan.  I put
my towel on a chair right next to the edge down by the deep end so I could
get to it quickly and not have to walk past a bunch of people with my wet
speedos clinging to my boner.  Then I put my air matress down at the edge
of the pool and slipped into the cool water.

Swimming in speedos felt so sexy!  It was almost like wearing nothing only
better because they were so silky and tight against my boner.  I tried
swimming different strokes and decided the breast stroke felt sexiest
because of frog kicking - moving my legs up and down, apart and together,
sort of like humping the water. The water moving over them felt great.
After doing that for a while I hung on the edge of the pool and stroked my
boner through the front of my suit. The wet lining clung to my hardon and
the silky outer layer rubbed over it.  It felt awesome!

I decided it was time to try out the air matress before the pool got too
crowded.  My mom had bought it for me right before our trip.  When I asked
for it I had more in mind than just swimming around on it.  I thought maybe
it would feel good to lie on it in my speedos.  As I climbed up onto it I
found I had guessed right - for one thing, the plastic was very slippery
when it got wet.  Another thing was the way it was made, with long narrow
air pockets that went from one end to the other.  There was an indentation
right in the middle, between two of the air pockets, and my boner ended up
right between them.  It felt way sexier than I had imagined it might!  I
immediately tried humping on it a little.  The slippery plastic cushion and
my wet, silky suit was definitely a great new feeling.

The air matress had sort of a pillow at the front end for resting your
head.  What I did was rest my elbows on the head cushion so my head and
shoulders were held up, then I spread my legs real wide so my feet were in
the water enough to frog kick.  Having the air matress squeezed between my
legs like that and moving my legs apart and together made my butt go up and
down. It was great!  All I was doing was swimming around the pool like that
- it didn't matter if people saw my butt going up and down because thats
what happened when I kicked my feet.  No one would know I was really doing.
It was like what I did the day before in the hotel lobby, only even more
exciting and sneaky.  I didn't have to go slow or try to hide it, I could
just swim faster or slower to make my boner rub faster or slower through
the thin wet nylon.  I could hump at the same time too and make my butt
wiggle even more. I could even breathe hard, everyone would just think I
was just kicking harder, trying to go as fast as I could.

I went back and forth across the deep end like that for a little while,
going slower, then faster, experimenting with the feel, adjusting the front
of my suit so it felt just right on me.  I looked over my shoulder a couple
of times to see how my butt looked in the suit.  The wet nylon totally
clung to it, and little creases formed and dissappeared as I flexed and
relaxed on the cushion.  The material was just one thin layer except for a
small piece in the front, so most of the white stripes had turned semi
transparent when they got wet, and I could see my skin through them.
Knowing how it looked made me even more turned on, and I imagined how cool
it would be to see another boy doing what I was doing.

I had the deep end to myself, and I kept going back and forth from one side
to the other.  It was getting so I would almost be spurting, but then I
would get to the other side of the pool and  have to stop and turn myself
around.  Then I had an idea. I would go down to the shallow end, then swim
back to the deep end and try to do it just right so I would cum right when
I got there.

It worked out nicely, although I had to stop once in the shallow end to
keep from cumming too soon.  Even though I had a great cover for what I was
really up to, I still didn't want to have anyone right next to me when I
got that awesome feeling.   After floating quietly for a minute, I was
ready to start on my way back to the deep end.

I pushed off the edge of the pool with my feet, then spread my legs wide
and started to frog kick, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up as I
went.  By the time I was half way to the deep end, I had settled into a
nice rhythm of about one kick every second.  I figured I was far enough
away from everyone, so I started to hump more as I kicked, and soon I was
going hard and fast enough so my legs would occasionally make a rubbery
squeeking sound against the wet plastic.  The feeling was coming fast, and
I was breathing really hard.  Then, about ten feet from the edge of the
pool, it happened - I gripped the air matress tightly, my eyes closed, my
legs thrashing and stiffening.  My boner felt totally huge and throbbing as
spurt after spurt of hot slippery cum shot into my tight, wet nylon
swimsuit.

I was glad I was far enough away and facing the opposite direction from
everyone, because if someone saw my total orgasmic expression or heard the
little moaning sounds I couldn't help making, they might have finally
guessed I was doing more than just swimming!

When it was over, I continued to lay on my stomach on the floating cushion,
resting my head on the pillow and paddling around slowly with my hands,
catching my breath.  Later, as I swam around without the air matress, I
made sure I got all the cum rinsed out of the front of my suit - even the
strings had gotten slippery with it!

After a while, my mom called me from the other end of the pool - it was
time to go back to our rooms and get ready for our day's outing.  As I
climbed out of the water, I was immediately aware of how the thin wet nylon
was clinging to me.  I was semi hard, and quickly became rock hard again.
I was glad I had my towel close by, and I wrapped it around me as we went
up to our rooms.


This is the third of my stories about my summer vacation when I was 12. As
soon as school let out for summer, I got my first speedo swimsuit.  I had
wanted one for a long time.  A boy in my class named Adam had worn one with
green and white stripes for swimming in P.E., and I loved how the thin,
shiny material looked on him.  I imagined how tight and silky they must
feel.  When my mom took me shopping for summer clothes, I decided to look
for a swimsuit just like his.

For about the last year or so, whenever my mom and I went shopping, she
would give me some money and let me go pick out certain things on my own,
usually things that I couldn't mess up too bad like a sweater or t-shirts.
For other stuff she was there to make sure I got the size right and so
forth.  Anyway, on this trip to the mall I asked if I could pick out my new
swimsuit and some other things myself and she said ok.  She went off to
shop for herself while I went searching for my first speedos.

Usually I just got my swimsuit at whatever department store we bought
everything else, so that's where I tried first.  I looked and looked all
over the boys department but I didn't see any, and when I asked the lady at
the counter if they had speedo swimsuits, she had never even heard of them.
I said "the suits like they wear on swim teams", and she told me to try
the sporting goods store at the other end of the mall.

I looked up the sporting goods store on the directory and made my way
through the mall.  I was pretty excited - I had been kind of turned on all
morning with the anticipation of finally getting a swimsuit like Adam's,
and as I got closer and closer to the store that was supposed to have them,
I was getting harder and harder.  By the time I walked in the door of the
shop, I was totally hard, sticking straight up in my pants.  I had on a
pair of light blue levis cords that fit pretty tight, and they felt nice on
me as I walked.

It took a minute to find where the speedo suits were because they weren't
on hangers like the other swimsuits.  They were in little thin boxes on
shelves against the wall at the back of the store .  After making sure it
was ok to try them on, I opened up a few boxes and looked for a suit to
try.  My excitement grew even further as I pulled the first speedos from
the box and felt the silky nylon sliding over my fingers.  I held a couple
of pairs up to me and size 28 looked closest, so I looked for size 28 with
green and white stripes.  They didn't have any, but they did have some with
blue and white stripes, so I took those and some plain red ones into the
fitting room.

As I reached down to unzip my tight corduroy pants, I noticed how much my
boner showed in them. I was glad I had on a t-shirt long enough to
partially hide the front of my pants.  Then I took off my underpants and
slipped on the striped speedos.  WOW!  They were so silky on me!  And they
fit perfect, nice and tight just the way Adam's looked on him.  I just
stood there looking in the mirror, running my hands all over them, feeling
my hips, butt and boner through them.  I had never felt anything so sexy in
my life.  I wondered how any boy could possibly put on this type of suit
without getting an instant boner!

I tried on lots of different colors, and though several others looked cool
and felt just as awesome, I decided on the blue and white striped ones.  I
wished they had the green and white, but there was no way I wanted to wait
and get them later.  I paid for them and walked out of the store, still
totally hard in my pants.

We got home from clothes shopping around mid afternoon, and after my mom
got done cutting labels off everything, she went to back out to the grocery
store, telling me to stick around to help carry stuff.  I immediately went
to my room and put on my new suit.  I couldn't wait to try them out, and I
had a little plastic pool in the back yard so I could at least see how they
looked and felt when they got wet.

As I looked at myself in the mirror some more, I noticed how my boner
totally showed in my new suit. It came up to the waist band, and the
strings were tied in a bow that rested right on the end of the bulge.  The
thin shiny nylon sort of caught the light, and even when I got as far away
from the mirror as I could, I could totally see my boner in them.
Especially from the side.  How would I ever wear them anyplace public?

Anyway, here's what happened next.  During the last couple of months I had
discovered a fun thing to do.  I would get on my bed and put the end of my
blanket over my pillow and slide up and down on it.  The blanket had a wide
strip of silky cloth on the ends of it.  I would put that silky part over
my pillow end to end, then get on my pillow and line my boner up with that
strip and slide up and down.  It felt really good, in fact lately it had
started to feel incredible, and there would be a little slippery spot on it
after.  While I did it, I always pretended I was wearing speedos, or that I
was my friend Adam and he was wearing his.  So, here I was with REAL
speedos on.  I climbed on my bed and got up on my pillow and started to
slide up and down in my new suit.

It was WAY better than the other way - the tight silky feel of the suit on
my hips and butt was even sexier than being naked, and no matter how I
moved, my boner was rubbing on the silkiest cloth I ever felt.  It was so
good.  As I went faster up and down I closed my eyes and pretended my
pillow was Adam, and pictured us on my bed, both wearing our striped
speedos with our butts wiggling around and our boners rubbing on each other
through the material.  Pretty soon I got that feeling, the strongest I had
ever felt it.  I could actually feel my cum spurting along with the throbby
feeling I had been getting more and more lately.  When I got up off my bed,
I saw I had a noticeable wet spot near the waistband.

I was glad I was home by myself.  I went out in the yard and turned the
sprinklers on and let myself get good and wet.  Soon the thin silky fabric
was drenched and clinging to me.  The suit felt great in a whole new way
that made me get fully hard again in no time.  My boner showed even more
than when they were dry!  I let my hands roam all over the clingy wet
nylon, feeling the slipperiness from before rinse away with some help from
my fingers.  After a bit, I went and slipped into my little plastic pool.

It was just deep enough so the water covered me if I lay down in it.  I
laid on my back for a while, looking down at my hard cock straining through
the wet nylon, slowly stroking through the cloth.  Then I turned over on my
stomach and hung on to the side with one hand, my knees resting on the
bottom.  With my right hand I started rubbing the front of my wet speedos
under the water.  The inner layer of nylon clung to my boner, the outer
layer to my hand, and together the friction was amazing.  I imagined I was
with my friend again, this time in the pool at school.  I rubbed faster and
harder, moving up and down at the same time, pushing up with my knees.
Then I came in my suit again, and this time my hand was feeling my boner
though the thin fabric as it throbbed and swelled with each spurt.  Wow,
how great!  I was totally exhausted.  After I laid there in the water for a
while, relaxing, making sure none of the slippery stuff was stuck to the
cloth, I got out and went inside.

As gave my new speedos a quick rinse in the bathroom sink and lovingly hung
them up to dry, I was already looking forward to my next chance to put them
on.  As it turned out, I wore them a lot more that summer, and had lots of
fun in them through junior high and high school too.

More stories to come!  Please feel free to e-mail me your stories too - I'd
love to hear similar experiences.
Devin


This is the fourth installment in my series about my boyhood experiences
with speedo swimsuits.  In the first three chapters, I described the day I
got my first pair of speedos, and some fun experiences I had with them
during summer vacation when I was twelve years old.  The following chapter
is about a couple of speedo related experiences that followed during my
junior high years.

After my first experiences with speedos, I experimented further, always
looking for different situations and settings where I could enjoy them.  I
would often put them on under my tightest pants, enjoying the sexy feel and
the excitement of having a secret hardon in public.  I had several favorite
pairs of tight pants, including a some corduroy levis and one pair of dress
slacks made of super thin, tight fitting cotton.   The feel of silky
speedos sliding against my tight trousers as I walked was a total turn on.
I loved to put my hands in my pockets as I walked and feel my swimsuit slip
and slide around with each step.  Sometimes I put my hands in the back
pockets to feel my butt flexing through the silky cloth.

I would occasionally wear them to school (on days I knew I didn't have to
undress in the locker room), and sometimes I would just walk or ride my
bike around the neighborhood with them on, but one of my favorite places to
go was the public library, either after school or on the weekend.  Sunday
was my favorite day for the library because I could wear my thin cotton
dress pants and look less nerdy because people would think I just came from
church.  There were a number of things at the library that turned me on,
including various books on sex, and best of all, a large collection of high
school yearbooks with swim team photos.

There was a secluded corner reading area with a couple of large floor
pillows, and I would lie on my stomach and look at books. When no one was
standing nearby or sitting across from me, I would slide up and down on the
cushion, feeling my speedos rubbing under my tight pants as my boner slid
up and down inside them.  As with my adventures at the hotel, the sneaky
aspect made it even more exciting - I often had to stop in mid hump as
someone passed by or stopped to scan the bookshelves. When I was sure the
coast was clear I would hump like crazy and cum while looking at my
favorite picture or passage from a book.   Sometimes if it was too crowded
I would go to the boys bathroom and go into a stall and take off everything
but my socks and shoes and my swimsuit and rub through the front of them
and cum that way.  The stalls were across from the mirror so I could open
the stall door and watch myself rubbing my boner through my suit, and the
couple of times that anyone came into the bathroom I just closed the stall
door.  I hardly ever left that library without a pair of slippery, cum
soaked speedos under my pants.

At school I often found myself with a boner in class, regardless of what I
was wearing.  On the days I wore tight pants with speedos underneath, it
just meant I would be hard in EVERY class, and most of the time in between
too.  I classes where I had a seat in the back of the class, I would slide
down low in my chair and let my arm rub occasionally across my lap.  I made
it look like my arm was just resting there, and I would scratch my right
thigh with my left hand, causing my wrist to rub right over my boner.
Sometimes I would do this until I was close to cumming and stop just in
time, but there was one time in eighth grade that I actually shot in my
pants during class.

That day, I happened to notice that a boy I liked named David was slouched
down low in his seat like I was.  He was one seat forward and one row to
the left, and he was sitting low enough for me to see the bulge in the
front of his pants.  I could hardly take my eyes off him, and when his arm
moved down onto his lap and began moving slowly up and down, I became
almost frantic with excitement.  I had occasionally seen other boys get a
boner during class or at the library, but I had never seen anyone rub
through their pants the way I liked to.

We were scheduled to see a film that day, and it was just after I had
noticed David's illicit activities that the lights were turned off for the
film.  The back of the room was totally dark, and I could no longer see
David clearly, just his silhouette.  I was totally hot, and it occurred to
me that no one would notice if I rubbed a little more that usual.  At first
I just let my wrist slide up and down a little more, then I let my hand
drift over so it was right on my boner and began to slowly rub through my
pants.  I had on my tan levi cords and my green and white striped speedos
underneath.

I felt so sneaky - the only thing hiding my masturbation from the other
kids was the darkness of the room.  But after switching from left wrist to
right hand and rubbing through the front of my pants for about fifteen
seconds, my mounting pleasure mingled with terror as I realized that I had
gone too far to stop, and was about to have a radical orgasm right there in
class!

Having on tight pants with speedos underneath, seeing David rub his boner
through his pants, the excitement of my secret activity - it was a very
potent combination.  Flexing my butt harder and harder in my chair, rubbing
firmly and slowly up and down, it took a superhuman effort not to gasp or
moan or jerk my hips around as I spurted and spurted in my pants.  When the
climax finally passed, I found I had cummed enough to not only make my
speedos slippery inside and out, but to soak all the way through and leave
a small wet spot on the front of my corduroy pants.  I remember that along
with being blown away by the intensity of my orgasm, I also felt a sense of
relief, knowing for sure that, with the help of the darkness, I had avoided
getting caught by anyone.  Still, I vowed never to be careless in class
again.

Throughout junior high and high school, I continued to discover new ways
and places to have fun in my speedos.  I'll write about more of my
experiences soon.

More stories to come!  Please feel free to e-mail me your stories too - I'd
love to hear about similar experiences.
Devin


Thanks to all readers of the first four installments, especially those of
you who responded with compliments, questions, and best of all, stories of
your own.  As I read your messages of appreciation and descriptions of
similar experience, I let my imagination carry me back to the wonder and
newness of early adolescence,  re-experiencing the shocked and secret
thrill I felt at that age whenever I got the slightest hint that I might
not be the only boy with these secret sexy feelings.

In this fifth installment, I'll answer one of the interesting questions
asked by readers, and go into some more detail about how I went from being
a shy, curious sixth grader to a junior high solo-sex virtuoso, and how, in
the school yearbook of my dreams, I might have been listed as:

CONTEST WINNER (under 10 weeks)
"Masturbation is FUNdamental:
Ejaculate Your First Two Hundred Times in the Twelve Weeks of Your Summer
Break"

FIRST PLACE
The Prestigious Collins Junior High "Most Erections in School Per Day" Award

Other School Honors (7th and 8th Grade Boys):
Most Likely to Cum Within the Next Three Hours
Most Creative and Effective Stealth Masturbation Tactics
Most Unnoticed Orgasms in Public Places
Largest Number and Variety of Places Used for Masturbation

"Devin was presented with a special prize at his junior high school
graduation for the remarkable achievement of cumming in a speedo swimsuit
every single day since he got his first one."

 Anyway, here's a little background on what lead up to my discovery of
speedos.  The first time I ejaculated was a couple of weeks before school
let out for good.  Even before that happened, I had figured out some
basics.  One was that I liked how my boner felt when I rubbed it, and that
it felt especially good if I rubbed it on silky cloth.  Over the past
months I had tried different materials like the lining of my jacket, or a
satin-covered cushion from one of our living room chairs.  None of these
things seemed to quite have the feeling I wanted.  I knew my idea was good
- I just needed to find the right thing.

One Saturday morning in April I was relaxing on my bed in my underwear
reading a book when I had an idea for something new to try.  One of the
blankets on my bed had a strip of silky cloth on each end.  I remember
wondering how I had missed it - it was the silkiest material I had found so
far, and the perfect width so if I laid it flat on my bed I could slide up
and down on top of it and make my boner rub on the material.   I smoothed
the blanket on my bed, took off my underpants and tried it out.  It was the
best feeling yet!  Every Saturday morning after that I would get on my bed
naked and push myself up and down with my elbows, and enjoying the tingly,
sexy feel of my boner on the material.

After a few weeks, I was doing it one morning and suddenly the sexy tingly
feeling got stronger and stronger and then my boner felt like it was
throbbing really hard for a few seconds, and that sexy feeling seemed
stronger than ever.  This was different.  Boy did it feel good!  When the
feeling went away I noticed my boner was too sensitive to rub any more.  It
felt like the sexy feeling was "over" because it had felt so good for those
few seconds that it couldn't possibly go on.  It was as though my boner had
worked so hard to make me feel good that now it needed a rest.  Before, it
had always just kind of kept feeling good and I just kept going until I got
tired of it.  Something was definitely different now, and it left me
excited and wondering if it would feel that way the next time I tried it.

Of course, as I found out later that morning, it did.  It was like that
every time from then on, and over the next few weeks I noticed the throbby
feeling getting even stronger - and a small slippery spot where my boner
had been rubbing on the cloth.  I had read about semen in a book my mom
gave me called Boys and Sex, so the cum wasn't a total mystery, but it
still fascinated me.  Also, as the feelings got stronger and stronger, my
fantasies became more vivid and elaborate, especially about one of my
friends from sixth grade.

For a long time I had been fantasizing occasionally about my friend Adam
and the speedo swimsuit he wore in P.E.   When I started to cum, these
fantasies became more intense and frequent.  I imagined the silky material
I was rubbing on was my very own speedo suit, and that I was rubbing on
Adam in his, and that when the feeling came, we were both having it at the
same time as we rubbed up and down against each other.  I was now
determined to get my own speedo suit as soon as possible.  In a couple of
weeks I did, and you've probably read what that lead to in my earlier
stories.

Here's why I think I became much more focused on masturbation than most
boys of 12 or 13.  One thing was the timing of my development.   When
summer arrived, I had recently ejaculated for the first time and I had
nothing to do all summer long but enjoy my awesome new hobby!  No summer
school. No summer camp.  No paper route.  My timing was PERFECT!!   I did
it as often as I could all summer long.

Another thing was my personality.  I was a very shy, naive kid; quiet,
skinny, slightly nerdish, and fearful of anyone who was too outgoing.  The
friends I made were of similar character - not forward enough to instigate
the sort of things I fantasized about.  Looking back now, I know that
several of the boys I was attracted to were showing clear signs of mutual
lust, but I just couldn't conceive of that at the time.  I wasn't even
completely sure that other boys got boners except rarely, and somehow I
just KNEW that no one loved to rub it and make it shoot the slippery stuff
as much as I did, which was at least 2 or 3 times a day.   This isolated
awareness and my extreme fascination with this new pleasure meant that my
youthful explorations were strictly solo, very frequent, and extremely
intense.

One question I've been asked by readers is what other public places I
indulged my youthful lust.  I've written about the hotel lobby, the hotel
pool, in class, and at the library.  Here are some other places and brief
descriptions of what I did there.

1. At a county transit bus stop on my way to the library.  No one else was
there and I had speedos under my dress pants, so I did the thing with my
arm rubbing over my lap.  I figured the cars were going by to fast to
notice.  I came just before the bus pulled up.  I did it again later at the
library.

2. On a plane coming back from vacation after 7th grade.  The plane had so
many free seats that we could sit wherever we wanted and have a whole row
to ourselves.  I picked one where no one could see me.  After getting
comfortable with some pillows and a blanket, I undid my pants and rubbed
through my speedos (yes I even wore them while traveling!).  Later I went
back to the restroom and did it again, shooting even more cum into my suit.

3.  Since I was a very trustable kid, my mom would leave me "home alone"
now and then to go on a business trip for a day or two .  On those rare
occasions I would sneak out in the middle of the night and have some fun.
The streets in our neighborhood were pretty dark - it was a quiet, older
suburb with no crime to speak of so I guess they thought street lights
weren't too necessary.  One of the things I would do sometimes was ride my
bike up and down the street close to our house wearing just my speedos with
a total hardon.  Speedos and a boner on a bike felt neat, and as always,
the thrill of being so sneeky made me extra horny.  After a few minutes of
that I would go into our yard and cum in my speedos, either rubbing through
them, sliding on a cushion, or in my little pool if the weather was warm.
In fact, a couple of times when the weather was hot enough at 2 or 3 in the
morning, I would lay on my stomach right out on the front lawn and do it.
I kept a garden hose running close by so if anyone happened to pass by the
house unexpectedly I could just say it was too hot to sleep and I was
trying to cool off.  I would put my air mattress down on the lawn and
wiggle up and down on it until I soaked my speedos with cum.  I only got
the chance to do this kind of thing outdoors a few times a year, so it was
kind of a special event for me.

4. Then of course there are all those times I secretly enjoyed having a
boner in public without having an orgasm to hide.  Almost anytime I was
sitting in a chair or lying down I was hard or getting hard, and I would
ALWAYS manage to sneak in a little rubbing or squirming, even if I couldn't
finish doing it until later.

Anyway, that's it for now.  As always, I look forward to hearing comments
and similar experiences.  I have a few more things to write about, like
summer camp after eighth grade, so look for the next part soon.

Devin