Cumming of Age Ch. 9

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Hi gang,

First let me apologize for taking so long to get out this next chapter. With the holidays and everything, there wasn’t a lot of time to sit down at the keyboard. That this got written at all is testament to the respect I have for all of you who took the time to provide such wonderful feedback. You folks are great motivators! Hope you enjoy this chapter and will take the time to vote your approval. Take care and be well… Bobby T.

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You know the way that dreams go. Some you can remember, some you can’t. Some seem real and some are totally “out there” and weird. Some seem to be based on real events from your past and some are based on pure fantasy.

I love it when I’m deep into a dream and somehow sense that it’s just a dream. You can just go with it because you know it’s not real. There have been other times however, when I get the shit scared out of me because I can’t tell the nightmare from reality and I wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. On these occasions I become very relieved that my nightmare was just a dream and wasn’t real. Worst of all however, are the times that you hate to wake up because the dream was so cool and you wanted it to go on forever.

This was one of those dreams. It may have started off as a bit of a nightmare but thankfully, it turned into something quite different.

In this particular dream, I was still a virgin (which is not much of a stretch, although I was doing quite well of recent, thank you very much). I was sitting in a Laundromat trying to catch up with what seemed about three months worth of dirty laundry. I hate doing laundry! To help pass the time I brought along a magazine and my portable MP3 player so I could listen to some tunes. In this dream I must have moved out of the house and been on my own. (Otherwise, why would I be in a fucking Laundromat?)

So here I was, sitting in a Laundromat working through a huge backlog of dirty laundry. Pretty much everything I owned was in these washing machines. All I had on were my sneakers, a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. No socks and no underwear because everything I owned was in the wash. No big deal.

I sat there listening to some tunes and flipped through my magazine…boring! I munched my way through a bag of M&M’s and when finished, went over to the garbage can to put my litter where it belonged. As I went to throw the wrapper into the can, something caught my eye. Looking around for fear of being tagged a dumpster diver, (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) I saw that the coast was clear and reached in to see what it was. I pulled out a little booklet that turned out to be a mini-catalog for porn videos. Now we’re talking! This won’t be as boring as the stupid magazine I was reading! Cool. The cover photo featured a blonde chick that had some well-hung dude’s big cock completely down her throat. A little inset photo showed the same chick with about a gallon of cum all over her face.

I quickly tucked the catalog inside my magazine and returned to my seat in front of the gang of washing machines that were doing their thing to my clothes. As I flipped through the booklet, I saw page after page of ads for videos about pretty much everything. Many of them however, seemed to follow roughly the same theme and contained shots of some large breasted women who were sucking cocks or getting a load in the face. I guess the last person who had this booklet had interests similar to mine!

In the context of this dream, the closest I had ever come to having a meaningful relationship involving sex was the night I gave my right hand a name. Yup, Ms. Palmer (my right hand) was the only girlfriend I had ever had sex with and she would probably be the only one until I got out of school and had time to have a life.

I quickly flipped through the booklet and then started back at the beginning to study each page and every ad in great detail. I noticed that most of the guys in the photos had a cock about the same size as mine. I always thought my cock was pretty big but maybe I was wrong because after all, most of the cocks in the photos were almost the same size as mine. I stopped to ponder that thought for a minute and didn’t know what to make of it.

All through high school, I could tell from time spent in the school showers that my cock was at least twice as big as most of the other guys and yet here was proof that I was pretty average. Hmmm. I quickly forgot about that and went back to studying the photos. I seemed to get stuck on one particular page that had a photograph of a girl with absolutely huge tits bending over to suck a guy off who sat in a chair. I was absolutely awe struck by the sight of her huge, low hanging breasts. They hung very far away from her body and I sat there wondering what they would feel like. They looked liked they weighed a ton. I’ll bet they are nice and soft and that the breast flesh would roll through my fingers. Unfortunately, I had never felt a set of tits before and I was captivated by the thought of feeling a set like these. As I tried to carry on and look at the other pictures, canlı bahis I kept getting drawn back to this one particular photo. I was in awe of this chick’s big hanging tits. The fact that she had the guys obviously big and thick cock down her throat was pretty cool but what really got me going was the way her tits hung so low. They must be enormous. I tried to imagine what she her tits would look like if she was standing up straight. As I stared at the photo, I became painfully aware that I was developing a woody. Shit!

There was no way my stupid running shorts could contain my bad boy when it got hard and sure enough, it started to grow and the head of my cock stuck out the bottom of my shorts. As it got harder and started to rise, it pulled back the leg of my shorts. Fuck! I grabbed my magazine, covered my dick and took a very quick look around. Whew! The place still looked empty and no one saw me. I tried as discreetly as possible to tuck it back into the leg of my shorts but it was way too big by now. I stood up and carefully stuffed it back up into my shorts and tried to position it so that it was standing straight up against my belly. Thank goodness for my t-shirt because about six inches of my cock was sticking up past the waistband of my shorts. I shifted my cock to the side a bit so I could sit down and arranged my t-shirt so that my cock was covered up.

I thought about taking the little porn booklet into the washroom and allow Ms. Palmer to beat my meat in an attempt to get rid of my hardon but I was worried someone might come by as steal my clothes. I looked at the sign on the wall that said “DO NOT LEAVE THE MACHINES UNATTENDED” and I guessed theft of other peoples clothing must be a big deal here. That would never do. Every stitch of clothing I owned was in these machines.

What to do? I thought I’d better try to resist the temptation to look at the booklet again if I wanted to give my boner a chance to settle down. Usually when I got a hardon, the only thing that would make it go away was to jerk off once or twice. I wished my laundry was finished already so I could run home and spank my monkey while looking at the booklet and staring at those big swinging tits that fascinated me so much. I knew that this little booklet would provide enough brain candy for quite a few jerk-off sessions. I tucked the booklet away inside my magazine and set it down in my laundry basket. It was then, after I looked up, that I saw a woman on the other side of this row of washers staring at me. Shit! I must have turned about six shades of red. Where did she come from? How much did she see? How long had she been watching me? Fuck! Talk about embarrassed. I must have been so preoccupied with my inconsiderate hardon that I never saw or heard her enter through the back door. Fuck! She looked at me like I was a total pervert. Fuck! She was still carrying her laundry basket and seemed frozen in place with her mouth open and staring at me. Fuck!

She suddenly snapped out of it and came to her senses. She dropped her laundry basket and took out a cell phone from the pocket of her purse. Fuck! Double Fuck! Was she calling the cops? Fuck me! She punched in a few numbers and then holding the cell phone out in front of her like a shield, came around to my side of the machines and approached me. Fuck! Shit! Piss!

“Can you read the numbers I have just entered into my phone young man”? I looked at her phone and just about shit myself when I saw the numbers “9-1-1”.

Fuck!

“Did you hear me?”

“Um, er, yes Ma’am.”

“And what are they?”

“9-1-1 Ma’am.”

“That’s right, and I’m about 2 seconds away from calling the police to come and take you away you dirty, evil little pervert.”

Fuck!

“I’m not a pervert Ma’am. Honest. I didn’t even know you were there. I’m so embarrassed. I’m not a pervert, honest!”

She seemed to crack a tiny little smile in the corner of her mouth but in my current state of panic, I couldn’t interpret body language. Shit, right now I couldn’t interpret shit from shinola.

“Well if you are not a pervert, what do you call that dirty, obscene little display I just witnessed?”

“I didn’t mean to cause any harm. My … er, thing got hard and fell out of my shorts. I was just trying to put it away again. I couldn’t help it. It does that on it’s own sometimes and I was just trying to make it go away, honest. I didn’t know you were here and I didn’t play with it or even touch it except to put it away.”

“So you’re telling me that it might not be necessary for me to call the police and have them take you to jail”

I just about shit myself again. I was about two seconds from being hauled off to jail and booked as some kind of dirty little pervert.

“No Ma’am. It won’t be necessary. Really. I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t touch it again and now that I know you’re here, I’ll make sure that it won’t be a problem. I’m so embarrassed by all of this. I’d like you to believe that I meant no harm. Please give me a break.”

She looked into my eyes and said, “Well, I’ll let it go for now but if you do anything bahis siteleri weird, and I mean anything, I’m going to call the police.”

“Thank you for being so understanding. I’m really sorry Ma’am. I can assure you that I won’t give you any reason to pick up that phone again.”

Just as I finished my last words, I saw her glance at my crotch. I felt like a fucking spastic. Awkwardly, I held my hands in front of me to hide my cock but when I saw her look at my crotch I thought she might think I was playing with myself so I fired my hands behind my back. Wrong move! As soon as I had placed my hands behind my back, my cock (quite flaccid from having the shit scared out of me) fell out of the leg of my shorts again. Shit! I reached around and pulled down my shorts and t-shirt until I felt like a proper idiot. I stood there shifting my weight from one foot to the other and begged her not to think poorly of me.

“Oh shit! I’m really sorry! All my underwear is in the washer and as soon as it’s dry I promise I’ll put some on so my …er, thing won’t fall out anymore. You can be sure that there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll just finish the rest of my wash and get out of here as fast as I can.”

She snapped her cell phone closed and said, “Very well, you just behave yourself or you and that big thing of yours will be in a world of trouble.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

With that, she went back to her side of the washing machines and started firing clothes in a couple of washing machines. If I didn’t know better I’d say she was smirking.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief thinking I had just dodged a bullet. I sat there daydreaming about what might have happened if I had to try and explain my way out of this to the police.

I had to take a piss. Now that this woman was here, I thought my clothes should be reasonably safe. (I thought she was probably a better deterrent than a Pitt Bull Terrier). I went to the washroom and stood at the urinal to drain my lizard. As I relieved myself, I looked at my cock and thought, “This thing will have to behave itself or it’s going to get me in deep shit”. I vowed that as soon as I had a clean pair of underwear out of the wash I would return to the washroom and put them on. I didn’t want to run the risk of having my cock fall out of my shorts again and end up going to jail. The woman had really freaked me out.

As I was putting my cock away, I noticed a hole in the wall beside the urinal. Weird. It was about four inches in diameter and was about at waist level. It was dark on the other side of the hole and I bent over to check it out. I tried to see what was on the other side of the hole and could only make out shadows. Eventually my eyes started to adjust and I figured out that I was looking into a stall in another washroom. Not quite knowing what of make of this I tucked myself away, washed my hands and left the bathroom. As I headed back to my seat, I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the door next the men’s washroom was for the ladies washroom and figured that the hole I saw must go into one of the stalls in the ladies can. Hmmm. That’s weird.

I grabbed a Coke from a vending machine and sat down in front of ‘my’ washers. I was thinking about the hole in the wall of the washroom when “She” came around to my side of the machines and started to read some advertising that was posted on a bulletin board. She was still about 15 feet away but I was getting my first look at the lady who held my fate on the speed dial of her cell phone. I realized that the whole time she had been talking to me, I never really got a chance to look at her (through my panic stricken eyes). Taking care to not be caught staring at her, I started to check her out.

At first glance, she had appeared to be a woman that was pretty much average in every respect. She wore a very baggy, loose fitting top over a pair of jeans. She had a scarf tied over her hair and wore stupid looking horned rim type glasses that made her look like any frumpy middle-aged woman who was right at home clipping coupons and taking the kids to McDonalds.

Upon closer inspection however, I started to notice some things about her. Although her loose fitting top was quite long, when she bent over her tight jeans revealed that she had slender legs and a nice little butt. Her baggy top was so big that I had no idea what her upper body looked like.

Then it happened.

Facing away from me, she bent over to look at a pile of free local newspapers that were stacked in piles on the floor underneath the bulletin board. She was at just the right angle that when she bent over, keeping her legs straight, her blouse fell away and I could see right up her top. What I saw made me shudder. There they were! Huge fucking tits! They hung down a fucking mile. Fuck! She stayed in that position for at least a minute and as she looked from one pile of papers to the next, her huge tits would swing around like heavy pendulums. They seemed to hang about a foot away from her body and were shaped just like the big tits that had turned me on so much in the little porn catalog. I could feel bahis şirketleri my cock starting to get hard again and started to panic.

Just then, she quickly stood up and looked over her shoulder at me. Fuck! I averted my gaze as fast as I could but I knew she had caught me checking her out. I thought she was going to reach for her cell phone or at least ream me out but all she did was simply turn back to look at the bulletin board again. Whew! Then she did it again. Over she went, bending over and hanging her big tits in plain view. I could see right up her blouse and could plainly see both big tits just hanging there. She moved around a bit and they started swinging. Fuck! They looked huge! They seemed to be shaped like huge teardrops. It looked like I might be able to just reach both hands around them at the base, where they joined her body, but then they swelled out to gigantic proportions before coming almost to a point at her nipples. Her big pinky-brown nipples were in plain sight and pointed right at the floor. My cock started growing more and more and as carefully as I could, I shifted my dick into a more comfortable and concealed position under my t-shirt. Shit! This was all I needed! I looked away just in time because out of the corner of my eye I could see her twist her body a bit so that she could look at me while she was bending over. Still bent over, she went back to looking at the newspapers on the floor and instead of picking one up, she started slowly turning the pages. This caused her big melons to start swinging around again and I was close to going out of my mind. I knew I shouldn’t be looking but try as I might, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her big tits. Then she did something that really fucked me up!

She stopped turning the pages of the newspaper and slowly reached up and under her top and felt one of her nipples. Although I was still about 15 feet away, I could see her gently tugging and tweaking on the nipple and then she grasped it firmly and pulled it down about six inches towards the floor and released it quickly. Her tit bounced around a couple of times and then just sat there, swinging with her movements.

The timer sounded on one of ‘my’ washing machines and I freaked out a little until I figured out what the noise was. I stood up, taking care to keep my cock under my t-shirt and went to the machine to take out my clothes. At the same moment, “Big Boobs” finally picked up the paper she had been reading and stood up. She turned to face my direction and appeared to be reading the paper but I could tell that if she wanted to, she could watch me while pretending to read. Her heavy, horned-rimmed glasses prevented me from seeing her eyes so I couldn’t be sure.

As I unloaded the washer, I was able to angle away from her to hide my hardon and filled a laundry basket with wet clothes. I held the laundry basket in front of me as I headed past her to a row of dryers mounted on the far wall. I carefully avoided eye contact because she scared the shit out of me. I tried to sneak a quick look at her tits but her big, baggy sweatshirt was very effective at hiding them.

I threw my wet clothes in the dryer and still using the basket as a shield to hide my dick, I went back to my seat to wait for the rest of my washing to finish. I was both afraid and pretty fucking excited right now. Here I was, close to being hauled off to jail for being a dirty little perv. At the same time, I had just seen my first pair of real live tits and they were huge, maybe even bigger than the ones in the porn catalog. I finished my Coke and was still thirsty so I went to get another one and went back to my seat. Within a minute or two, ‘She’ made her way back to the stack of papers and bent over again, giving me another long look at her huge, pendulous tits but just as I was getting into it, a couple of girls came in with some laundry. ‘She’ bolted upright and went back to her seat.

I sat there a little perplexed. Even my naive, inexperienced mind sensed that perhaps ‘She’ was intentionally giving me a look at her tits. I got excited at the thought that just maybe, this woman who had accused me of being a perv for simply adjusting my Johnson, was now the one putting on a show.

I slammed the rest of my coke and felt the urge to go to the bathroom again. I looked around and thought it was ok to leave the washing machines alone for a minute and headed for the can. I stood in front of the urinal and instead of yanking down my running shorts I pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts. As I started to take a piss, I heard a noise and realized that someone had gone into the woman’s washroom next door. I could see through the hole that the light went on for a second but was turned off right away. These walls must be paper-thin because I could actually hear someone enter the stall and flick the latch. I had just started to piss and with two Cokes in me, there was no way I was going to stop. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just kept pissing. I didn’t think there was anyway I could get in trouble taking a piss in the men’s washroom. I pissed and then I pissed some more. Fuck, I needed that. As I was coming to the end of my piss, I thought I saw a slight movement right at the edge of the hole. Shit! I gave it a few more seconds and sure enough, I saw the tip of a nose at the edge of the hole.

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