Ok, so its not the first time i played with my cock, but it was one of the most memorable.
I had been playing with myself now for a few months, since i first discovered the pleasure masturbation gave me, and this day started like all the rest. I had gotten off school because of a teachers dispute and everyone was out for the entire day. I had woken with a hard-on, and decided to take as long as possible playing without coming. So every time i got too close i had to stop and let it simmer for a while. I decided i wanted to be daring and walked out of the bedroom, and stood naked in the hall touching myself. wondering what to do i went and found my dads secret stash of magazines and flipped through them, studying a few select images. But this was not quenching my desire today, i wanted more inter action with my penis, and so after putting the mags' away, i walked downstairs. Knowing no-one was in, i wanted to just walk about freely.
I wanked in the kitchen and the study, but still could not get the satisfaction i was looking for. And then it hit me... i had never done anything in the loft. So I went upstairs again and pulled down the loft hatch door, released the ladder and went up. It was cool but well lit thru the skylights. Looking around i was searching for things to rub myself on. First i saw the plastic water pipes, the big 5 inch round ones and so walked over to them, cock hard and started rubbing up against it. It was different but not what i wanted. But by this time i was seriously getting horny and wanting to cum. I turned round and looked at the rafters. Now i know what you're thinking, that the wood splinters and all that..but i was horny as hell. i examined the rafter looking for a smooth piece, and used the now very wet wetness off my tip to make it softer, by transferring wet from my cock on my finger to the wood. Once it was wet enough i straddled the rafter and began thrusting very slowly against the wood, and the friction was causing my foreskin to slide back and forth across my sensitive gland, making me wetter with each thrust, and thus dampening the wood more.
Now i wanted more sensations on my cock, and wandered round the loft space, dry humping the odd box here and bag there. Each item was making me wetter and more daring.