Caught

I was already very much interested in girls since when I was really young, but without really knowing why. When I was a child I sometimes asked my mother, with whom I lived alone because she had divorced my father a mere two years after my birth, about the differences between boys and girls, but I always received evading answers.
Sex was clearly something that was not discussed. I never had a lot of contact with my mother anyway. We lived together in the same apartment, but we didn’t have a lot to say to each other and I had the impression we actually hardly knew each other. She tried to raise me well, but somehow I had the idea that, when she divorced my father at a relatively young age, I had been a nuisance to her and had kept her from starting a new life. After all, how many men were looking for a woman with a child by another man? More or less subconsciously I felt a little guilty about that.
Once I got older I found out this and that about sex, but how it all precisely worked I didn’t learn until I was exposed to a bit of sex education in school. When I was sixteen I had discovered masturbation, but that was about it. Since I wasn’t exactly popular in school I didn’t get any chance to experiment with girls.
Being sixteen, I was of course suffering from a condition of permanent horniness, the reason why one Friday afternoon, after school, I gathered all my courage and stepped into a store to buy a porn mag. I was greatly embarrassed and afraid I might get caught by someone I knew, but ultimately my horniness defeated my shame and fear I took a random porn mag from the upper shelf. I paid for it as quickly as possible, with a flushed face that enticed the girl behind the counter to smile, put the magazine in my bag between my school stuff and rode my bicycle home.
Mother had dinner ready when I got home. I was quite nervous and scared that mother would figure out I had done something wrong, but I tried to tell myself that I was just imagining that. How could mother suspect that I had purchased a porn mag?
After dinner I mumbled something about homework and quickly went to my room. I closed the door en immediately took the dirty mag from my bag. Holding my breath I flipped the pages, greatly fascinated by pictures of things I had never seen before: women with dicks in their mouths, men spraying sperm on women, groups of men and women who were doing all kinds of things to each other simultaneously . . . the pictures drew me mad with lust. Without thinking I untied my pants, grabbed hold of my by now rock-hard dick and started to jack off furiously. Because of my excitement it only took me a couple of seconds before spraying an enormous load of warm semen on the porn mag. I took an old shirt and tried to wipe the magazine as clean as possible. After that, I hesitated for a moment. I really was planning to put the mag away now, but my orgasm had done little to stifle my lust and compulsively I started flipping the dirty magazine’s pages again. As soon as I had looked at all the pictures several times, I also started reading the stories and this quickly got me so horny again that my penis was getting hard again. Without giving it another thought, I started to wank again.
I was about to come again, when suddenly the door to my room opened.