Ode to the joys of growing up - 1. Chapter 1

Just yesterday, his life was simpler
Played all day without a care in the world
Made forts in the snow
Played pranks on the neighborhood kids
Couldn't dream of anything more exciting
Made life hell for his mother
Who, try as she might, couldn't find it in her to respond in any other manner but unconditional love

But today, a new world awakens
Feeling those warm, tingly sensations in his most private area
Yesterday, a means for necessity, today a means for undiscovered pleasure
Caressing himself gently, he couldn't help but moan
His organ begins to swell, stiffening more than it ever had before

Looking at the kids in his class through new eyes, with new desires, his heart begins to pound
Imagining what it would be like to hold another close
Dreaming of kissing their lips, exploring their bodies, pleasuring them deeply

His hot skin begins to tingle
From the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes
His rhythm increasing as the pleasure builds
Heart beginning to pound
Breathing becoming heavy and uneven

He pleasures himself deeper and deeper
His muscles twitch and face scrunches up
His hips rise from his bed to meet his hand
His most private parts throbbing with indescribeable bliss

He grunts louder
Quickens still his pace
He feels the sweat as it slides down his smooth, hairless stomach

He forgets all but the pleasure of his manhood
It overwhelms his senses
His entire reality focuses on the blissful feeling
He sees stars
His body tingles more than it ever has before

A wave of inimagineable ecstasy explodes from within
The pleasure so great, he chokes back a scream
His eyes roll back
Makes one final grunt
One final gasp
One final jerk of the hand

Every muscle in his body stiffens
He arches his back
His warm, milky seed erupts from his most private place
One spurt, two, three
The seed feels warm, wet and sensual on his body
He is breathless, sweaty and spent

His intimate organ softens, his body relaxes
His breathing evens, his sight returns to him
He yearns to feel the bliss again as it fades from his body.

He studies the milky specimen on his smooth tummy
Dabs a finger in it, steals a taste of its salty goodness

He is instantly addicted to the narcotic sexual bliss of self-love
Suddenly, the time he spent being a kid seems like so long ago
And the things that amused him when he was a 'kid' seemed much less exciting.