When I was 18, my sister Jill, who is two years older than me, had two of her friends over to our house. One of them, Donna, was always flirting with me and I loved it, even though it was driving me crazy.
It was her breasts. They were the biggest and the best I had ever seen. When no one else was looking she would make sure that I would notice them and notice them I would.
She would make me so hard, that I was torn between never wanting to take my eyes off of them and going to the bathroom, locking the door, and taking my pants down to my ankles, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking it till I came.
Actually, it was with Donna's image that I had my first ever orgasm, just earlier that year. I though that I had never felt anything quite so good, so I did it again and again. I was possessed with doing it.
And here I was, with Donna in the house, showing them off to me again. She had on an elastic halter-top that didn't leave anything to the imagination. I was basically staring at them when my sister caught me and told me to leave them alone. I left and went down to the rec. room in our basement, to watch TV and to be alone, alone enough to put my hand down my pants and keep my hard going. Just as I started to have those good feelings, I heard, "It looks like you're having fun."
It was Donna. I jerked my hand out of my pants and started stammering, unable to say anything. She walked over to me and put one of her feet on top of my groin and started lightly moving it. "Look" she said, and with that, she took hold of the top of her halter-top and slowly started dragging it down. She started showing more and more cleavage, more and more of the tops of her breasts. I was seeing more breast than I had ever seen before. A little more I would be seeing here nipples.
At that point, we heard a noise from upstairs and she looked at the stairs, realizing that it wouldn't take much to be discovered. She reached down and grabbed my hand and said come with me and literally drug me over to a corner of the room where we wouldn't be seen. She asked me if I would like to kiss her. At this point in my life I had no confidence in myself when it came to girls, I had never kissed one romantically and here I was with the girl of my dreams, the girl that I beat off to. Even though I was hesitant, she wasn't and leaned into me and gave me my first kiss. She hadn't let go of my hand and as we were kissing, she brought it up to her breast and put my hand on it.
I had never felt anything so good. God, my cock was throbbing so much, it had never felt harder and I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. But, I also never wanted it to stop. And then Donna pulled her top down and exposed her naked breasts to me. She also started moving her hips into me, rubbing my cock. I was touching naked female flesh for the first time and having her taking me over the edge, with just her body movement. I couldn't help it, I was so close and everything felt so great, there was no way that I was going to stop the sensations and I started coming.
And just as I was, Donna screamed, "stop it you pervert" and pushed me away from her, while pulling up her top. And there was my sister, Jill, taking it all in. Knowing with out a doubt that I had somehow, attacked one of her best friends.
Talk about the shit hitting the fan. First of all my sister is bigger than she and me came up to me and kicked me as hard as she could and then starting hitting me. Only when she got tired did she stop and then started crying and took Donna in her arms, who now was also crying. Then Jill started yelling at me, about me being a pervert and how sick I was and just wait till she tells mom and dad.
Well, my carefree life ended right there. Jill did tell our parents and dad did punish me. First with a whipping that I never will forget and then he basically grounded me. I was forbidden to date or have any contact with the opposite sex. It was probably just as well, because the story of what had happened was all over town in a matter of days. I was known as the pervert.
Yeah, I still liked to whack off, when I had a chance. But, I was closely watched at home, and never given much of a chance. I had to leave my bedroom door open now, because I shouldn't have "anything to hide." My sister and I never got along at all after what had happened. In fact, we had terrible fights up until the time she left for college.
My job was doing maintenance and clean up work in the local factory. The last couple of hours though, the factory shut down and there were only a few of us there, doing the clean up. It was at this time that I would go into the bathroom and do my thing. It was almost like a ritual, every day about the same time; I would go in there and stroke myself off. I loved the feeling and I like to watch myself cum, watching it spurt, feeling the load come out. I would do it a hundred times a day if I could.
Little did I realize that my habit brought notice, not at first but later. Our restroom had 6 stalls in it and I was in there for about a half an hour at a time. Well evidently, I wasn't the only one there, who liked to do their thing, because one day when I thought I was in there alone, I heard the sounds of someone else doing what I loved doing. The sounds were unmistakable. Even though, I was extremely excited knowing that there was someone next to me doing the same thing, it was also scary to me. I couldn't continue and was torn between leaving then and trying to see who came out or continue listening to him jacking off.
Then there came silence.
And then a voice, "why did you stop?"
I was too scared to answer.
He said, "It's better for me when I hear you and knowing we're doing the same thing."
I now knew it was Brian. He was about six years older and we had become friends. But, this was too much. I had gotten caught and the label of pervert put on me earlier and I didn't want the same thing again. But, still this was exciting.
Just then, I heard him walking over to my stall and he gave my door a knock, "Open it up for a second" he said. I first pushed my hard dick down between my legs and closed them together, so he couldn't see it and then I opened the door, not knowing what would happen, but excited with some unknown possibility.
There he stood, with a bulge in his pants and then he asked me, if I would promise not to say anything to anybody. "About what," I said.
"About this" he said. And with that he slowly started unzipping his pants, looking into my eyes, for any sign to stop. Instead of a sign to stop, I took my eyes from his and lowered them to his groin. After he unzipped himself, he put his hand inside of his pants and then he hesitated. I knew he had his hand around his dick and was ready to bring it out.
"OK," he asked?
"Yes," I managed to squeak out.
And with that he pulled his dick out and started to stroke it.
"Do you think it's a nice one," he asked?
I again managed a squeaky yes.
His cock was unlike mine. His was long and skinny, but it had a really big purple head on it. It looked like it was made for stroking, which he did.
"Do you like watching me?"
I could only nod.
"Can I cum? Do you want to watch me cum?"
At this point I couldn't do anything, not even swallow.
"You have to help me," he said.
I looked up at him, afraid of what he meant.
"Let me see yours."
My cock, at this point, was hurting me. I was extremely hard and it was pushed down in a very uncomfortable position. I wanted the relief, in more than one way. With just a little movement from my legs, my cock popped up. I reached down and grabbed hold of it, down by the base and finished bring it up in all its glory. It felt harder than it ever had did, and so I started stroking it. I had to.
When Brian saw me, his legs just about gave way and he had to reach up and grab the top of the door to steady himself. And then he started chanting, "oh God, oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck." And, then after a few moments of that, it was "I'm going to cum, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh God.
And then with that his dick got even bigger, redder, his body started to jerk around and then he unloaded the biggest wad I have ever seen, twice anything I have ever done. He blew his wad all over the door and the floor and it appeared it was all he could do to remain standing. He slowly backed upped to where he could rest against one of the sinks.
He was watching me the whole time and after a minute he was back on his feet moving toward me. "I want to watch you, you have a good big one, stroke it, make yourself cum. Just think how good it will feel to cum like I did." Even though he had just had a huge orgasm, he was stroking himself again. It was all too much; I was getting those tingly feeling in my balls that I knew meant that my time was near.
Usually, when I'm by myself, I turn around and drop my load in the toilet bowl, but not this time, I wanted to watch Brian some more and I wanted him to see me, I knew I had a big load myself coming. And then it was on me. That first spurt, I swear, went three feet straight up in the air, most of the rest, ended up on my stomach and ran down my cock, into my pubs and on my balls. Oh, it was so good.
But then reality started sinking in. There were other guys outside, in the plant and any one of them could have walked in on us and still could. I was starting to get scared. What if Brian was gay and wanting to do more? I didn't want him touching me or him making me do something to him.