Adult Content: Not recommendable for young readers

Turning nineteen brought me to a regretful condition. I had been at such an ease up till now. If I would recall, it was just three years back that I had first seen a complete porn. And today it all brings but a laughter. When you grow in years, step out of the imagery, feel your brain free from lust, you realize how meaningless were the meaningful and how meaningful were the meaningless.

I got up in the middle of the night. Something felt itchy between my legs. I was wet. "How could I have wet a bed at this age?" But the bed was so dry. Had I not dampened the bed, implying I never had to pee too bad, why would I have wet pajamas? I went to the washroom and cleaned myself. There was something wrong. It smelled odd… it was dense… looked pale… was little in amount…! "What is it?"

"Semen" my teacher went on "Secreted by the external genitalia of man is a viscous fluid rich in sperms- the male gametes." So after a year of trouble-nights now I knew what I was throwing away all the time. Today I would experiment on myself and see if something but a woman could fill the purpose of my fulfillment. I was in the shower. My penis dropped limp. The water was running at my back. My hands held a soap. I applied it to my organ which retracted as usual. But today I wanted to do something but routine. I gripped my rod again and dropped to the floor. Gentle strokes aroused me to my full. Only a couple of light hands made me squirt my love juice fire after another in my wet hands. In this state of rapture the only words that could escape my mouth were "Ahh!" This practice went wild for a couple of months and then got reduced to once a while.

In my course of adulthood, there was a dark episode too. I was sixteen then. I had seen my first blue, also used to my shaky hands now the masturbation would also not give me the pleasure I wanted. At the library, I sat observing a magazine with a close friend. Intimate he was and closer he drew to me. Suddenly I felt an unknown touch at my manhood. My body replied in one quick erection. I had not even thought until then that an amorous gesture by a good friend would part us two forever. Where he kept his thoughts and gave me a hand, and made me horny with pre-cum wetting the inside of my boxers, all I could do was run from the scenario and let a gay know how straight a friend he had had.

With the passage of a couple of more happening years, I came to another turn in my life. It was a Valentine’s Day. The weather was cool. The light breeze after a short drizzle added to the beauty of the landscapes. My being was full of enthusiasm, both because of the secrecy and the anticipation of my first real date. I scrutinized my closets to pick out my best robes, fragranced myself and shaved the little hair off my face. With burning spicy aftershave on my face I set off to meet the lady of my eve. When she met my eyes, my first question to my excited soul was why this fairy would go steady with me! Time passed so swift in her presence that before long the night had fallen. All the evening was but a time pass after that soft touch at the time of parting. Our lips met and opened to let our tongues twist and slowly move apart to leave us cherish the memories.

Today I stand again where I once was. I am innocent again. There is not much of sin left for me now, and neither is there in me today. But it is not all the same. Where yesterday my soul was so pure, today it is masked by a fiend. No sooner does he take over my hollow abode my soul leaves me for but a while.