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Story: My First  

bound_balls 61M
6 posts
10/30/2018 6:15 pm
Story: My First


This is what my mind was like when I was 13 . It was a situation and the fantasy I had at that time. It was also my first experience with multiple orgasms. The first of many I found out later in life. Hope you enjoy.

MY FIRST
By BoundBalls

I can still remember being 13 and in my room alone in the house teasing myself after a long day of swimming with a bunch of girls my age. I was thinking about one girl especially. She was my neighbor and was a few older (18+ I think). She was wearing her older sister's bathing suit. Why I don't know, I guess because she figured it looked good on her. But anyway, the top was probably two cup sizes to big for her and with the suit being wet it seemed to stretch out even more. This allowed me many glimpses through out the day of her wonderfully youthful breast, beautiful perky cones with goose bumps. It was tough to conceal at times the arousing effect it was having on me.

It was one of those hot summer days and as usual we were in the pool. The game was water tag and when I was "it" I would chase her, my neighbor, around the pool until I found a rather convenient inconspicuous time that I could reach out and accidentally tag one of those cloth-covered mounds of flesh. "Man" that was the greatest feeling; they were soft and firm at the same time. Sometimes she would think it wasn't an accident and get a little miffed, but what can I say, I was a 13 year old boy at the time.

Anyway, Later in the day the tension in my groin was just to much thinking about her and those beautiful perky breast. I decided to call it quits in the pool and head into my house. I was back in my room in a flash with my swim shorts around my ankles playing with myself and thinking about her.

I began to fantasize about her, about her coming over with her friends looking to see where I went, and finally finding me hiding in my room stroking myself. I would hear someone giggling and I turn around to find my neighbor and a couple of her girl friends from the pool watching me from my doorway. I would be frozen stiff in my fantasy with embarrassment being caught with my penis still in my hand.

"Go on don't let us interrupt you", she would say. They would start to tease me making rude comments about my actions, my private’s, and threatening to tell my mom if I didn't do just what they say. I just sat there the whole time shocked, with mouth hanging open, caught like a animal in the head lights.

My fantasy would continue with them, really my neighbor (the ring leader at this point, the others were just curious to watch my pre-dick-a-ment) telling me to remove my swimsuit the rest of the way and throw it on the floor by their feet. In my fantasy my heart was pound through my chest. My mind was drastically thinking how to get out of this. The only way out would be through the doorway meaning through them and I had no chance of that with my shorts around my ankles. And I could not forget the fact that they knew what I was doing and threaten to tell my mom. If I knew anything at all I knew that she would not hesitate to tattle on me, for she had done it numerous times before.

So finally in my fantasy I would come to grips with the situation and do as I was told and slowly stepped out my shorts off and tossed them to the floor at one of her friend's feet. My neighbor bent down and picked them up and laughed. "Sucker!" she said as she gave them to one of the girls and told her to pitch the shorts outside somewhere. I felt like crying.

I was then told to kneel on the floor and lean back until the back of my head touched the floor. I was almost crying with embarrassment, but I got on my knees and slowly try to lean back lowering myself to the floor. This was not easy to do and I found my body was stiff, definitely in a state of stress, as the back of my head rested on the floor.

I quickly found that this had two benefits, and neither of them where mine. One, while lying in this position I was unable to move quickly. Essentially I would have to raise my upper body off the floor to get out of this position and a simple hand with any downward force could prevent me from doing so. The second, and the most frightful, was that this would give them unobstructed view and access to my boyhood. Outside of my fantasy, I was doing the same thing in the physical world that imaginative mind was telling me. I had myself lying on the floor with my legs fold under me and I was bent back until my head was resting on the floor. I could feel stretch in by abdomen and the pain my body was going through to endure this position.

The girls turned and whispered to themselves. I was unable to make anything out what they were talking about. Every few seconds one of them or all of them would stop and look at me and then giggle. Finally they broke their huddle and my neighbor, Jill, said for me to spread my knees, when I hesitated she asked, "Should I get your mom". "No" I shot back. I did so as instructed. One of the girls said "yeah you can see more that way. "Ok , spread them more" Jill commanded. I tried to get my knees to spread more but they did not seem to move. She said, "come on we want more, show us more or we'll tell". I tried but my knees wouldn't move. Jill huffed and winked at the others and walked into my room and kicked my knees out farther. "Like this you weenie!" and proceeded to force my knees out twice the distance. I was completely exposed now. My adolescent penis and balls hung freely between my legs. Not to mention my stiffness had subsided from the fear of the situation.

I heard one of the girls whisper "make him hard again". Jill giggled and turned to me and said, "that is not how we found you, we want to see your woody". "What!" was about all I could say and she said "you know come on make it hard". "Rub it like you were when we caught you", giggling she added "red handed". I reached down and shyly began to manipulate my penis until it started to have life of it's own. "Harder" was the only comment Jill had and so I pulled roughly on penis and balls. In no time my penis was hard for all of them to see.

Of course outside of the fantasy, in the real world, it has been rock hard the entire time. My balls were tight to my groin and the skin clammy from being in the cold water all day. And I pictured that the same was true for them to see. I was getting caught up in the excitement and having a tough time telling fantasy from reality.

Then Jill commanded for me to pull my penis hard to one side. I did, then the other. Then one of the girls excitedly came out of her shell and snapped "SLAP IT!" and I did. I was getting very aroused from it all and was less and less hesitant on my part. I was becoming their slave, being driven by desire deep inside me and was doing what they wanted with out thinking of the consequences. I slapped it. My penis sprang around back and forth waging like a happy puppy. "NO, HARDER" Jill said. I did it again and the shock went through me, and my penis angrily bobbled around. Then all of the sudden my penis stung like a fierce slap to the face. My mind exploded with an after shock and I grimaced. Like that Jill said as as she slapped the hell out of my cock as she turned to the others and smirked. Check this out and she blasted it with her hand again just as my senses realized it was not my hand that caused the pain.

My penis hardened another few points when I realized that she had touched me. Up to this point I was touching myself. This was the first time a girl, a female, had ever touched me. The girls then encircled me and I was a goner. As soon as one got her hands on me the others figured it was safe to touch too. They did all sorts of experimenting. They would give my penis a few good slaps. Squeeze my penis and comment on how hot and hard it was. Then one was pulling on the shaft and skin as hard as she could, "check this out" she said to the others. One was feeling my balls then felt like she was squeezing the juice out of them. I had to cry uncle a few times for her. Essentially I was fucked. I just had to lay there. Anytime I would try to get up one of the girls would hold me down with very little effort because of the position I was in. I felt my penis being bent back like a spring against its resistance bending it down between my legs until it touched the floor. Then Jill said "watch this" as she let her fingers slipped off the head and my penis letting my penis come rushing back to its natural position. There was a loud SMACK! And within microseconds a stinging sensation started at the head of my penis and my belly as my penis impacted my stomach with a force of a good hard hand slap. The girls were all excited with this new discovery and each had to try their hand at the game to see who could get me to jump the most and make the loudest slap.

Of course I am laying in my room alone in reality pulling my penis hard to one side then the other like a damn gearshift lever. I'd give it a good slap or two knocking it back and forth a few times. Then I'd grab it hard, as hard as I could, and jerk it. Then I would push it down between my legs and towards the floor against all the resistance it would give me and let it go so it would swing up and whip me fiercely on the belly. And so forth and so on I went. A regular masturbation frenzy. A self-serving pain I was. To this day I still love the pain my penis gives me when it whips me on the stomach. Sometimes from bending it back and letting it fly or just swinging it hard between the legs like a dry hump with inertia doing the work and slapping the gland against my stomach with ten times the force I get with its own springiness, impacting about once per second that keeps recurring until I stop.

Anyway, back in the fantasy the girls grow tired of this and told me to flip over onto my belly. I do this in my reality and continue on in the fantasy. My penis is hard and trapped beneath me now. The carpet in my room is this rough short ply carpeting that feels like a stiff hairbrush. Not to mention that my penis is extra sensitive due to all the manipulation it as been receiving. It is so red and hard at this time I think there is an extra quart of blood in it.

My neighbor, Jill, walks across the room and sits down on the floor facing me Indian style. She says since you seem so interested in my breast at the pool I think maybe I'll let see them. But first I want you to crawl over here closer so you can see them better. thinking to myself that doesn’t sound to difficult. Just as I start to pick myself up off the floor to get on my hands and knees she says "No wait!" I want you to slither over here like a snake. The girls all break out giggling. "Yeah like a snake" another one adds and a foot kicks my arms out from under me and down I go. I start to slither. "NO! NO!" one of the girls says. "You have to be all the way down to be a snake" and she takes her foot and drops it down on my butt and presses down until I flat on the floor to get the point home.

I I collapse on the floor back down on my belly, my legs out behind me and my arms out to the side. My chest is resting on the floor as well as my belly and my stiff "woody", as Jill called it, is trapped beneath me once more. Jill opens up her legs into a "V" and leans forward as to whisper something to me. As she does this her top falls away from her flesh and in my fantasy I can make out her goose bumped pillow like breast flesh. They do get my heart racing, just drives me wild. She whispers, "Maybe if you are really good I might let you kiss one". "You would like that wouldn't you". My mouth was getting dry with the though of that possibility. I didn't get to thinking about touching them at this point let alone kissing them. I was just dealing with the fact that there was a possibility to see them. At this point in the fantasy I willing to do anything. I was a animal in heat blindly going where ever they wanted to take me.

All you have to do is slither over here she winked. So with lust driving me, I started again. This time slithering my way "like a snake". I got a few feet and I stopped again. "No legs" Jill commands as she backs away from me further. The other girls chime in with an added command that my legs have to be straight out behind me in a "V" so they can see my balls dragging on the carpet better. Jill then adds that I also to raise my chest off the floor like a push-up but my penis and balls can not leave the floor. I so horny from the rough treatment already I do what ever they say, and begin to slither across my carpet some more with my new constraints, looking more like a wallowing seal then a snake now.

The sensation was too intense. Not to mention the rug burn I was getting from my penis being scuffed across the carpet. In my real world I quickly learned how much pleasure the rug burn gives me and I wanted more.

I pressed on across the room. The farther I went the hotter I got. In my mind I could see her pink aureoles and conical nipples back in the shadows of her halter-top. I had to see more. I pressed on. The hotter I got the harder I was pressing into the carpet as I journey across my room. The room seemed to have infinite length. I was pressing so hard my penis was inflamed, raw and sore. The friction with the carpet was forcing my penis grind and roll around underneath me, passing my hip and bending beneath me toward my legs. Hard as a rock as it was it was still being driven to my knees, I didn't care, I pressed on now dragging my penis behind me.

In reality as well as my fantasy my penis was pointing straight back now. Straight in alignment with my legs but pointing the wrong way and hurt like heck. It had rolled around so that the natural curvature of the shaft and its resistance to being bent backwards was digging the crown of the head into the carpet ply as I slid long with a force of what felt like a 1000 pound spring.

Then it happened. I had my first orgasm ever. The throbbing startled me as it took me over. I thought something was wrong. This never happened before when I had masturbated in the past. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It felt like someone was grabbing deep in my flesh between my legs and rhythmically squeezing me to unconsciousness. At the age of 13 there wasn't any fluid yet, it was a dry orgasm. In the real world of reality I was laying there in the buff (anyone could have walk in and I would not have known or cared) for what seemed like minutes taking it all in, enjoying my new found pleasure and wondering if broke something and if I should stop.

But my fantasy kicked in again and drove me onward. "Who said you could stop!" It was Jill again drawing me out of my first drunken state of an orgasm. "Come on, don't you want to kiss my breast?" I started again to slither across my room and again BAAMMM another orgasm, more throbbing and uncontrollable feelings. I found myself rocking forward and backward in small involuntary movements grinding my penis into the carpet as another orgasm sweep over me. When it subsided I tried to continue again. Just then in my fantasy one of the girls dropped on my back and forced me to give her a ride as I slither on. You know I never seemed to gain any ground getting me closer to my prize.

Well in the reality of it all I hit four orgasms just sliding across my bedroom floor. Needless to say I never did get to kiss those breast. Truthfully, I never did get to really experience a real breast until I was 21. Other than the days of water tag it was not until I started dating my wife sometime later that I got the chance one night on a couch, with John Carson on in the background, to sneak a hand up inside a blouse under the bra and feel the most wonderful thing one can feel for the first time, the softness of a women's breast.

tough2356 62M
3 posts
5/4/2020 8:25 pm

I was hard throughout this entire story. I could feel my dick heat up from the rug, and my mind from the teasing. Great Hard-on Story


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