I was 12, and I remember it very well: it was the summer of 69, St Tropez and the bra-less fashion had yet to come, but men's magazines were having the first boom at those times. For the first time I was lurking at one of them in a newsagent's: no full nudes, but for sure a pair of tits or a nice butt was more than enough for a boy my age to sport a 1 hour boner! The photo I remember was a full page, with a kart and, behind it, a healthy looking girl with an amazon body, a helmet on her side, black leather pants and jacket, standing with spread legs and nothing under the jacket to reveal a huge pair of full, pear shaped boobs and two big, pink, aroused nipples. She was so aggressive looking, and her body so different from the young , timid girls I knew then - and the shot was so sexy it would give me a hardon even today.
I masturbated a number of times with that photo in my mind, and one lazy afternoon I went further and shot my first load of cum. Not a true shoot actually, because I has a fimosis: the foreskin couldn't retract, but a load that seemed endless to me.
This reminds me of the first time I was able to uncover the glans: it was two or three years later. On another lazy afternoon, while flaccid I suddenly pulled the skin a bit more, and out the glans for the first time. At the sight of a... new part of me, I had an instant erection (already about 8 inches) and the head inflated like a ballon, giving a painful stretch to the skin ring. The glans got brownish and I wasn't able to cover it again until two hours later. I was in pain, but horny as hell. Now my cock was like the ones I saw drawn on toilet walls, I was a true man, I could use it, and didn't need surgery any more !
Now I like to keep the glans always out: it's cleaner, and it's a better show as it's got so big with pumping and squeezes.
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