First Crush  Sent in by Nick

I remember being about 14 when I first looked at a girl and saw nothing
but tits, ass, and lots of flesh.  I often would sit in class and literally
spend the entire hour and a half just staring at a beautiful girl sitting
accross from me, many times seeing way up to the bottom curves of the ass
thanks to modern shorts. 

  What was always the funest thing to do, though, was bring on a boner in
class.  I always did this usually by pre-adjusting myself before class, so
that my dick was held against my stomach by the elastic on my breifs.  I
would then move around a little, (including a pelvic thrust to get the feeling
of flesh contact), as if I were looking for somthing around me.  One time
while doing this, I almost came in class. 

  'Kirsten' was her name, and my god she was gorgeous.  She was choice above
most the women in my school, she sat accros the classroom from me, and she
always wore somthing skimpy, white, and occaisonally see-through.  That day
was one where she had all three.

  She was wearing a low-cut cotton undershirt, black velvet soccer shorts, and
panties that had purple hearts on them...  I knew this because she didn't have
her legs crossed correctly, and the shorts find their way away from her body.
The underwear was covering up her clit, but it was close enough to the inside
edges of it that I could see hair. 

  One of the things I like best about our desks is that even guys can sit in
them straight and still have their legs crossed.  I did this, and folded my
hands in my lap pretending to be paying attention to my english teacher.  In
reality, I was watching that beautiful Kirsten while running my ring finger
along the length of my rock hard dick.

  I personally have never masturbated before, and hence never orgasmed before,
but I did know that it felt extremely good to rub the sensitive areas of your
body.  Had I know that I just shouldn't stop until I felt like I was being
electricuted, I probably would have died at 19 of a stress induced heart
attack. 

  It took me a while to figure out masturbation, and luckily it came after my
wildest surge of hormones ever.  It was at 15, and Kirsten was still the root
of my desires.

  This time, I was just getting up and getting ready for school.  My morning
shower always lasted a half hour, even though it only took 5 minutes to clean
myself completely.  I would always spend about 25 minutes sitting in the tub
letting the water from the shower hit my chest.  Usually I would think, but
times when I wouldn't think I would just enjoy, or sleep for a few minutes
longer.  This time, however, I was thinking, but my mind ran off a little too
far.

  My mind created the image of a naked Kirsten sitting there in the bathtub
with me.  She was sitting on her knees, which were caressing my thighs.  I
intently felt every curve of her body in my mind, letting myself get hard. 

  Had I not been in the shower, I don't know if I would have expirienced
anything, since the water splashed against my dick constantly, and helped
highten my arousal. 

  At this moment, my arousal was peaked as my dick was aiming straight up,
and all 5 inches of it was getting hit with the spray of the water, the
image of Kirstens velvety, blonde, firm tunnel, and two of my fingers running
along the base of it.  I was so horny from this, that I brought all my fingers
around the base, and started rubbing myself a little more violently.  It took
a moment for me to figure out that rubbing was only a little excitement, and
that actually moving my hand along those nerve endings felt like heaven.
 
  I started doing it, and instantly found that my reflexes had taken over.  I
could still feel the pleasure in my dick, and the pain from the speed and the
weakness in my arms, but my body was doing all the controlling.  My dick had
grown to a record size, it looked like a balloon in contrast to my rather
small body.  And the smell....  The smell of it wasn't as pungent as when it's
been uncleaned, but there was a smell of somthing mixed in with the smell of
soap and shampoo.  It was an exciting smell, and it brought me up to the next
level of masturbation. 

  The muscles in my haunches immediately hardened, my head forced its way back
against the wall of the shower, and my legs pressed down on the floor as hard
as they could to make my dick the center of my body, and the tallest point on
it.  My hand had now completly closed around my dick, and was moving up and
down on it at a feverous rate.  I knew what was going on, somewhat, but it
scared me to think that I didn't have any control over this much pleasure.
Though I was expirincing pure ecstacy, I felt as if I didn't have any control
over it...  Like it would come and go as IT choosed, not me. 

  Soon enough, I was laying down on the floor of the shower with my ass
completly in the air, and my dick pulsing under the pressure of sex.  My
head was grinding into the coated steel, as were my heels, while my dick
stretched out farther then I've ever seen it go.  But my attention wasn't on
how big it was or what minor pains where around me, instead it was on the
feeling of pleasure that seemed to be increasing at an exponential level. 

  For the last 2 minutes of my shower, I continued stroking myself for all my
soul, flesh and blood was worth.  And after a very odd tingling somewhere
towards the back of my ass, as well as one more growth of my dick in a
discrete little spurt, my degree of pleasure immediatly tripled to what it
had ever been, and I started giving myself a shower.  Wave after wave of a
years worth of sperm splashed down on my chest and face, carried away by the
force of the water.  Eash spasm and release of cum sent my mind to cloud 9,
and brought it down until the next...  For almost a full 45 seconds I came,
then collapsed from exaustion. 

  I sat up just a little, so that the water would wash away all my sperm, and
so it would stop hitting my face like it was.  I sat back and closed my eyes,
basking in the afterglow of the knowledge of a new found source of pleasure
I had that I could use whenever I got bored, horny, or both.  I felt better
then I had in my whole life, like an anchor I was carrying for the 15 years
of my life had just hit whoever it was that threw it to me in the face. 

  It suprised the hell out of me when mom pulled the curtain back to see if I
was getting out of the shower or not.  When she saw me asleep, she turned the
water off and tried very much to lift me up.  I followed her lead a little and
stood up some, instinctivly reaching for my towel.  As tired as I was, I was
definatly happy, and nothing would ruin my day, especially not mom telling me
I could stay home since I looked as tired as I felt.