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Danny's Cleavage - part 1 of 6
In which Danny fantasizes about breasts, observes the changes in his
classmates as the girls begin to develop more mature figures, he
accidentally see his Mother's naked, masturbates for the first time,
begins to enjoy a collection of girlie magazines at a friend's house, and
tries on one of his Mother's bras.
As far back as I can remember, I've always been interested in breasts -
well, like, what guy isn't. Maybe it had something to do with my mother
continuing to breast feed me until I entered the first grade. Not
exclusively, of course. Like, whenever we had visitors over, or went to a
restaurant or anything like that, I'd have to eat solid food. But the
rest of the time I'd nurse on her breasts. To tell the truth, while I
liked the taste of her milk, what I really liked about it the most was
being cradled in her arms and being able to snuggle my face into her warm
and soft bosom, and the feel of one of her nipples between my lips - it
was just so comforting. Mom told me that when I had just turned four, one
morning when I was lying in bed with her, just finishing my breakfast, I
turned my face up to hers, pointed to one of her breasts, and asked when
I would be growing these on my body. She said that when she told me
"never" that I asked: "Not even just one?', and when she said no, I cried
for hours.
But about the time I entered first grade she weaned me and forced me to
rely completely on solid food. I wasn't wild about the idea and
complained a lot but she was adamant - no more breast feeding. Even once
I was fully on solid food though, when I needed comforting, like when I
was sick, she would let me sleep with her and snuggle up to her bosom and
nurse on one of her breasts. Of course, by then she was no longer
providing any milk, but just having my head against her bosom and the
feel of her nipple between my lips as I suckled on it relaxed me and made
me feel better.
Through grade school I remained fascinated with breasts - but
unfortunately none of the girls in my classes had any. Well, there was
Amy, but she must have weighed over two hundred pounds and what was
bouncing around on her chest was probably just rolls of fat rather than
real breasts. But the girls in the high school across the street were
another matter. Man, some of them were really built, and during warm
weather when they wore tight, low-cut tops I could get a good look at the
upper parts of their beautiful breasts as I walked past them on the
sidewalk. What was even better than just looking at their breasts was
watching the way that they would bounce and jiggle a little as the girls
walked along.
I think that it was when I was in seventh grade in middle school that I
jerked off for the first time. I was taking a shower one morning and
soaping myself up, you know, "down there", when it began to feel pretty
good. I kept rubbing my soapy crotch and felt my dick begin to get hard
and swell up. Now, it wasn't all that unusual for my dick to get hard but
I had never really played with it and stroked it as I was doing that
morning. As I continued to play with myself, I realized that I was doing
what I had occasionally overheard some of the other guys kidding about -
I was jerking off. Well, by that time I wasn't worried about analyzing
what I was doing - because whatever it was that I was doing, it felt
really, really, good. Breathing harder, I stroked my dick faster and
faster until finally I felt this really great sensation - like, it's hard
to describe - but if you've ever jerked off you know how it feels - and,
like, this white liquid squirted out of my dick and onto the nearby
shower wall. "Man", I remember thinking, "I wonder if I can do that
again", and I kept playing with my dick but nope, it was shrinking back
to its usual size. Just about that time I heard my Mom yelling: "What's
taking you so long? You're going to use up all the hot water. Finish up
now!" I was wondering what Mom would say if I yelled back: "Give me a
minute will you? I'm jerking off!" But I figured that probably wasn't the
smartest thing to say so I quickly washed off myself and the shower wall,
turned off the water, got out of the shower, dried off, got dressed and
came down to breakfast.
Well, ever since that first time, when I realized how easy it was to jerk
off, and how good it felt, I've been doing it every chance I get - like
almost every day. I heard some kids at school joking about how they had
heard that if you did "it" too often that you'd go blind, or that you'd
get hair all of the palm of the hand that you used to do "it", but after
a couple of months of nervous pleasure, nothing bad seemed to be
happening to me so I just relaxed and enjoyed my new-found skill.
My friend Wil is also excited by girl's breasts and when the two of us
were alone, we'd talk about the girls we'd seen recently, and who had the
biggest breasts, and who revealed the most with her clothing, and who was
obviously not wearing a bra, and on, and on. But the best thing about
having Wil for a friend was that he had an older brother - well, it
wasn't as if we liked Wil's older brother because he was kind of fat and
had a lot of pimples and didn't smell real good. But Wil's brother had
one thing we didn't have - girlie magazines! He kept them hidden in the
attic of their garage where Wil's parents weren't likely to find them.
Wil and I had wondered why he was spending so much time up in the attic
so one Saturday we went up to the attic and spent most of the morning
searching through the dust, and old furniture, and old clothes and tools
- and just generally the junk that accumulates in an attic. Finally, just
as we were about to quit for lunch, Wil was rummaging through a box of
books in the corner when he whispered loudly for me to come over. So I
went over and Wil's standing there with this shit-eating grin on his face
and holding this open magazine in his hand and when he turned it so that
I could see the inside, I was, like, holy shit - it was a girl - and she
didn't have any clothes on! Wil and I skipped lunch that day and just
spent the next couple of hours up in the hot and dusty attic - leafing
through the magazines - and the fact that our clothing was soaked with
sweat was only partially due to the heat.
I guess it was around the time that I entered eighth grade that I noticed
that some of the girls in my classes were beginning to develop, well,
"figures." It was fascinating to me to notice how they "developed" during
my years in seventh and eighth grade. A flat-chested girl would slowly
develop these tiny "mounds" that would just begin to show through her
clothing. As the year wore on her "mounds" would slowly become larger and
larger. And eventually they would get large enough that I could see them
moving a little under her clothing as she walked down the hallway or ran
up the stairs from one floor to another. I spent many long nights
fantasizing what they looked like, or how it felt to her as they became
larger and heavier on her chest.
Usually when I jerked off, I'd close my eyes and picture one of the large
pairs of breasts that I had seen in Wil's brother's magazines, as I
stroked myself to climax. Or, I'd daydream about one of the girls that
I'd seen in my classes at school and tried to imagine what her small
breasts would look like under her clothing. And then I'd daydream about
how they felt to her, and wonder what it would feel like to be able to
reach down and rub them with my hands and cup them and pick them up, and
what it would feel like to have their weight hanging from my chest.
Well, I did learn one thing about that time - to lock the door when I was
in the bathroom! See, we had the bathroom remodeled a year or so ago and
the bathtub was replaced by a big shower stall with sliding glass doors -
clear glass. So that anyone who came into the bathroom had a pretty good
view of everything that was happening. So anyway, I was jerking off in
the shower one morning. I'd soaped up my crotch so everything was nice
and slippery, and I had my eyes closed and was thinking about one of the
high school girls who had these really big tits, and eventually I came
and then just kept fondling myself as my dick shrank back to its normal
size. So when I eventually opened my eyes, there was my Mom standing
there staring at me. I guess she had come in to brush her teeth or
something and hadn't realized that I was in the shower. What was worse,
she was only wearing her panties - no bra! Her two large breasts were
fully exposed and I could see them rise and fall a little as she
breathed, and I'm like "Oh My God, They're So Beautiful!" I mean, like, I
had seen her breasts before when I was nursing, but to see her standing
there in front of me, almost totally naked, well . . . . .so I'm staring
back at her and all of a sudden I realized that she was looking down at
my crotch and I've got another big erection. So I'm, like, turning away
from her, and trying to cover myself up with the washcloth, and she just
turned and left the bathroom. So after that, I always locked the door.
Wil and I were up in his garage's attic this afternoon, going through his
brother's girlie magazines. Now some of the photos were a real turn-off,
like, they were older women, or, like, two women doing things to each
other, or a girl sucking on a guy's cock - things that I really didn't
get turned-on by. Well, the girl with the guy's cock in her mouth wasn't
too bad, but I couldn't imagine ever getting some girl to do that to me.
Anyway, I came across a set of pictures of a really cute girl and she had
big breasts and was taking a shower and getting them all soapy and
playing with them and after staring at the photos for a minute or so I
felt my dick getting hard and it was kind of caught in my underwear and
uncomfortable so I reached down into my jeans to "untangle" it, and it
just felt kinda good to be holding it so I just left my hand in my jeans
and idly played with my dick while I looked at the pictures and
daydreamed about being in the shower with the girl and playing with her
tits. Then I heard Wil say: "You can do it, you know, it's just us two
guys up here, and I do it all the time." I was like, "What's he talking
about", and I guess I had this confused look on my face as he continued:
"Jerk off. I jerk off when I look at the photos all the time. Go on. I'll
turn my back." I was, like, I'm going to jerk off when there's this other
guy here? But I looked and Wil had turned his back on me as he said he
would. And the more I looked at her soapy tits and thought about holding
them in my hands, the more I really, really, really did want to jerk off.
So, just to be safe, I turned my back on Wil, unzipped my fly and let my
dick pop out of my jeans. I grabbed my dick with my right hand and began
to stroke it, all the while looking at the magazine open on the top of a
cardboard box in front of me, and fantasizing about being in the shower
with her. It didn't take long before I groaned a little and squirted my
load and just stood there for a minute or so, breathing hard, as my
mental image of sucking on her tits in the shower faded from my mind. Wil
brought me back to reality when he said: "Just one thing. Don't squirt on
the magazine or my brother might notice it and figure out that someone
else has been looking at his collection." "Yeah? Too late for that", I
said as I looked down at the magazine and saw that she now had more than
soapsuds smeared over her ample breasts.
It was during Christmas vacation during my eighth grade year that I tried
something else. The weather was too cold and snowy to spend much time up
in an unheated garage attic jerking off over some girlie magazines. The
last time Wil and I had tried it was so cold that our dicks shrank up and
got really small and no amount of playing with them could bring them back
to normal size - let alone get hard enough to jerk off. Wil was kidding
me about my "teenie weenie" and I told him that if his got any smaller
that he'd need a microscope to find it and a pair of tweezers to hold it.
A lot of my friends had left town with their families for a vacation in a
warmer climate, and I was getting pretty bored. Anyway, one afternoon I
was watching some old movie on TV and a Victoria's Secret commercial came
on. I really liked the Victoria's Secret commercials as most of them
showed well developed models in tightly fitting underwear - many of them
with a substantial amount of cleavage showing. There was one commercial
where the girls were playing volleyball in their bras and panties and the
sight of all that flesh bouncing around on their chests as they jumped
and dove for the ball got me so hot that I usually jerked off into my
jeans right on the spot - unless my mother was in the room, of course.
So anyway, I'm watching the commercial, and getting pretty turned on, and
all of a sudden I thought: "I wonder what it feels like to wear a bra? I
bet it's pretty uncomfortable?" I kept thinking about that all afternoon
and after supper, when my mother had left to do some shopping, I decided
to answer my question. I went up to her room, opened the drawers in her
dresser till I found the one that contained her bras, and took out a
light tan bra, turning it over in my hands and examining it closely. It
felt pretty stiff and didn't look like it would be comfortable.
Only one way to find out - I took off my shirt and tried to put on her
bra. Well, that was an experience and a half! It must have taken me about
a half hour to figure out how to adjust the straps so it would fit me,
and how to wiggle into it, and how to snap the hooks on the strap behind
my back. And then once I had it on it was pretty disappointing, just two
limp bags of cloth hanging on my chest. "Well of course dummy", I
thought, "It looks that way because you don't have any tits." Well,
growing a pair of tits wasn't something I could do, but two large wads of
toilet paper, crumpled up and stuffed into the cups of the bra did fill
them out pretty well. So I'm standing there in the bathroom, just wearing
my underwear and my Mom's bra, and as I looked at myself in the mirror I
was getting pretty turned on. I pulled on my shirt over the bra and
buttoned it up, noticing how tightly the fabric of my shirt was stretched
over the cups of the bra. I turned sideways to the mirror and admired how
my figure looked as though I really did have something on my chest - a
little lumpy and misshaped, and the left one was bigger than the right
one - but it sure did look like I had a pair of breasts. It also turned
out that I had this huge erection and I solved that problem by reaching
down into my shorts and masturbating.
As turned on as I was, I sure didn't want to take a chance on my Mom
coming home and catching me wearing one of her bras and jerking off so I
cleaned myself off, put the bra back in her dresser drawer, got dressed
and went downstairs and plopped in the front of the TV. About five
minutes later I heard her car pull into the garage and she came into the
house, noticing me watching the TV and said: "Danny, you look a little
flushed. Do you feel OK?" "Oh, yeah", I mumbled, "It's just kinda warm in
here", and I blushed a little.
(End of Part 1 - to be continued)
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