XO Erotica

My first was an evolving period that spanned over several years ! Let me start off by saying I became aware of my sexuality at a very young age. I grew up in the country ( Lucas ) and whenever I was left alone at home, I would “experiment” with all sorts of bondage. For some reason, bondage had always intrigued me, even as early as 12 years old. Being left alone, I would go out to our old barn out back, get nude and play around the barn until my body was sweaty and covered on filth. After getting myself covered in dirt, I would tie myself up to an old chair, maybe the floor boards in the hay loft, standing up with my back against one of the support rafters, any way I could think of to make the experience as erotic as possible. I would strap myself down as tightly as possible with the old hay bail twine laying around, and to finish it off, I would make a “noose” as the last point on the ropes, slide my last free hand through it, yank hard and cinch up my wrist up tight, which would render myself completely helpless. At this point I would then, pretending as if I was some woman’s secret sex slave, try to break free, which was not always easy, as over the years I got better at tying myself up. Watching my naked body, covered in dirt, rope bound tightly around various parts of my body, was very arousing. I would fight for hours trying to break free, all the while, my cock was throbbing uncontrollably. the feeling of my cock throbbing, and being helpless to touch or caress it was intense. Sometimes I would tie myself up so good, I would get scared that I really could not get loose, which would then cause my heart to race faster and faster, thus adding to the intense thrill of my experience.

This sort of activity went on for a couple years ( in the dead of winter I would do it indoors, strapped to my bed ) all the while my cock throbbing uncotrollably. You see, I had yet to experience ejaculation… I never cum yet, didn’t know that’s what my cock did. So I could throb for hours !! One day, while doing it with myself strapped spread eagle to the coffee table, after getting my hands free, I would, as I had done many times before, take my cock between the palms of my hands and roll it back and forth like one would do with a pencil. On this particular day, It was like never before. I felt my legs and body experiencing feelings I had never had before. Wow it was awsome. I could feel as if my cock was pumping, when fianally, I let loose ! OMG I shot a load like you’d never believe, Shot way up in the air, drenching my body, my thighs, knees, tummy & chest, clear up to my chin !!! Need less to say, after that day, things became, shall I say, much different. The combination of the throbbing for hours, teasing and tickling my self, and the final push to the climactic edge, I would many times require a long time to clean myself up., which would sometime include doing it several times in one day ! So if it was summer time, I was in the barn covered in sweat and dirt, and eventually cum ( after two, three or even four orgasms’ ) Id be a sticky, filthy, sweaty mess. Keep in mind, I was alone all day, for 8 to 10 hours at a time. that kind of physical torture, did good in later life, as I can normally make love for several hours a day !