Somehow I got out of my chronological order. I think it's time to return to it. This little story and "Looking For Commuter Sex" which will be posted next, will move me out of my early and middle teen years into the more interesting part of my sexual education and activity, which have already been posted and will continue to be posted. If you're looking for a sucky fucky story here, maybe you better pass.
The Dark Days Of Celibacy
Just before entering high school I came down with some kind of strange infection. I ended up in the hospital for two weeks. The first week I was pretty sick, tired and worn out. The second week I felt pretty good. The nurse's aids came around every morning to give me a little bath. After the first week I perked up and so did my friend down there. I went through the bath routine with a hard-on covered with a sheet. I would lie there with a tent. I asked one aid if she would wash down there and she told me that was against the rules. I was lying there once when a regular nurse came in and looked at my tent while I was being washed and whipped the sheet off and flicked my proud member with a pencil. It went down like a punctured balloon. She told the aid that's all she had to do to keep me in line. By the time I left the hospital I was in love with them all. I knew I was going to return one day when I was older and sweep them off their feet with my charm and ready cock; that is if I ever learned where you stuck it. I guess I thought that's all girls and women wanted, a guy with a ready cock. Well, maybe not that one pencil wielding nurse. If I had known what a lesbian was, I would have surely labeled her as one.
Since I had gone two weeks without masturbating I decided to save myself for someone, somewhere, sometime. My recuperation at home was to include plenty of rest. Every afternoon I would lie down in my parent's bed in the big front bedroom and take a nap. My mother would sometimes lie down with me for her nap. I found out that when she was lying on her side in her slip, backside to me, I could snuggle up against her with my erect, celibate penis pressing in her butt crack. I knew that somewhere down there, there was a place to put it. She never let on that she knew what I was doing. I had my hard cock against her butt with only a thin slip and my pajamas between whatever was there waiting for me. I wonder if she did know what I was doing. I don't remember how long this went on. I don't remember why it ever stopped, maybe when I took up watching baseball on TV and didn't need the naps anymore it just stopped. Maybe I did something even more foolish and it is blocked in my wooden head somehow, I hope that's it. Maybe my mother finally figured what I was doing and stopped napping with me, I just don't remember. In my defense, she did tell me when my father passed that I would have to take his place. I tried, but chickened out and watched the telly.
Whatever it was it stopped me from becoming a genuine Motherfucker. As you've read in "Aunt Sarah" I hope, I did become a full fledged Auntiefunker. I finally couldn't stand it and had to start masturbating again. My desire to make up for lost time led me to flog the log up to seven times in one day, my celibacy had ended with a bang, well a digital bang, and I don't mean computer-like digital.
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