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To begin with, growing up I was that short, skinny, scrawny kid that everybody picked on. Even in my late teen years I was only five feet tall and weighed approximately a hundred pound and even that was on a good day. So needless to say, I didn?t have a lot of dates, and sex was only something I read about in books, or if I was lucky enough to ?find? one?an adult magazine. Usually I bought those cheesy magazines like True Detective or something similar. You know the type, the ones with the provocatively dressed model in some sort of peril. And if all else failed I always had the Sunday lingerie ads to fall back on, which probably lead me to my obsession with women?s panties. I must admit I jerked off to many a bra and panty clad model. I used to actually dig the ad out of the garbage on Monday morning before I went to school and conveniently hide those ads for future use. I had a never-ending bevy of beautiful babes at my disposal. And they didn?t cost a thing! I still remember going to the bar with my alcoholic mother and stepfather, making sure I had a picture or two in my pants pocket. I would make some lame excuse about going outside to ?play? (if only they knew what I was actually playing with). I would head out to the wooded area next door, where I knew there was a nice open spot, away from any prying eyes. I?d quickly take the picture out, unfold it, unbuckle my pants and lower them and my underwear to my knees, whereas they actually doubled as a cushion for my knees too. But before I even started jerking off, my cock would be jutting out before me Ankara escort in anticipation. During the colder months, I would usually just stand, cock in one hand, picture in the other. Those times I usually didn?t spend too much time outside, but I would cum just the same. The warmer months, from spring to fall, were by far and away the best however. During those months I usually took my time, basically teasing myself to no end. A particular session would be me on my knees, squeezing and pulling on my hard on, letting long dribbles of pre-cum ooze onto the picture, where I made sure I painted the crotch of her panties with it. I would do this for sometimes an hour or even longer (I told you my Mom was an alcoholic) just because I liked the sensation that a teased orgasm brought. I?d push and pull my cock with one hand, gently squeeze my balls with the other. Eventually I knew we?d be leaving soon, so I would move my hand faster up and down my throbbing shaft, and as my orgasm approached I would aim my cock at whichever model attracted the most of my attention. Then as my orgasm hit I would squeeze my balls a bit tighter. Then through squinted eyes I?d watch as spurt after spurt of white, thick, heavy cum spurted across the picture. I would continue milking my cock with the last few drops dribbled on to the models face for good measure. Some of my most powerful orgasms came just this way. There was something about doing it outside that always seemed to make it that much more intense. I suppose it could have been the thought Balgat escort bayan of getting caught, I don?t know. The one thing I did (and do) know is that I thoroughly enjoyed getting off on my beautiful lingerie models. Eventually I had to zip up my pants and go back inside as if nothing happened, just to make sure I wasn?t missing anything. Sometimes I was fortunate enough to be able to go out and do it all over again. I know one picture in particular got three loads from me in a three hour span. That was another thing if I found a picture that I thought was really, REALLY hot, I usually just put it off to the side under some sticks and leaves, so that I could come out and pay homage to it again (or even a third time). Other times I would just wrinkled them up and threw them somewhere else in the woods on the way back. I left no paper trails, LOL. At one point I got brave and began jerking off in the shed behind our house and I?ll be a son of a bitch if my Mom didn?t almost catch me red-handed, or would that be cock-handed? It sucked because I was just about on the verge of cumming too. But that?s okay, although I never jerked off in the shed after that close encounter, it didn?t deter my jerk off sessions. I loved cumming!!! I joined the Navy at eighteen, still a virgin (if you can believe that?it?s true). Like I?m sure every Armed Forces recruit before me, I took my jerk off sessions to the bathroom (at this juncture it doesn?t matter what service you were in). I?ll never forget coming home from leave after boot Escort Batıkent camp and going over to visit my cousin, she was a year younger than me, and it was the first time that I discovered she had grown tits (rather nice ones at that I might add). It started innocently enough by her grabbing my shirt and making some off the cuff remark about how I?ve grown, and since she was always somewhat of a tomboy I returned the favor. I quickly released her blouse and very red faced said something to the effect of ?So have you?. We both had a good laugh about it and continued catching up on what we?ve missed (other than the fact that she had blossomed into quite a foxy young woman). Eventually I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom. After entering the bathroom and sitting on the toilet, looking around I noticed a clothes hamper not three feet away from where I was sitting. After doing my business, curiosity had the best of me. I began digging through the mass of dirty clothes. It took all of five seconds to find the treasures I was so desperately seeking?a pair of pink, nylon bikini panties (a pair that I knew would neither fit nor be my aunt?s style) and a white bra with a little pink bow on the front. By now I had a full-blown hard on, my cock knew exactly what I had in mind. Once again the curious side of me came up, looking at the tags I discovered the bra was a 34B and the panties a size five. The next thing I did was lay them out on the floor and imagined what my cousin must look like in them. I could already feel a wet spot in my underwear so I unzipped my jeans, released my six-inch cock and sat back on the toilet. I slowly began stroking myself. The dribbles of precum continued to ooze. My hands were shaking I was so aroused. With my free hand I picked up the panties, to this day, I can still remember how silky smooth they felt in my hand.