It was a regular Thursday afternoon as I was laying in bed watching a game show. I usually preferred gaming videos at the young age of 18, but I wanted to try something new.

It wasn’t that entertaining, other than a few parts. Then, all of a sudden, 3 young attractive women come out of a door and go face to face with each of the contestants. They all wore tight dresses showing off their nice curved bodies. It looked like two of them might’ve had a BBL, but only a small one.

I was raised as a Christian and knew that I should skip past this part. My finger hovered over the button. It won’t hurt to watch a little more, I thought. So I put the remote down and kept watching.

I quickly got bored listening to the contestants and the girls talking when all of a sudden one of the girls got up and started twerking. I quickly grabbed the remote, but as I took one last look, I froze. I was mesmerized . The way her butt jiggled sent a spark through me.

Soon enough, the other two contestants convinced their girls to do the same. My cock started to harden in my pajamas. I couldn’t stop watching. My eyes were glued to the screen. Then, out of nowhere, I felt my dick jump. I looked down to see that it was pulsing. It was filled with energy. But I wanted more.

I turned off the show and went on my phone. I rapidly typed in, “Twerking girls”. It took a second to load, but soon enough, my screen was filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of suggestions. All of them showing a nice round ass as the thumbnail. I clicked on the first one. It was a white girl in a thong throwing it back on a yacht. I felt my cock jump up again.

I exited the video and clicked another one, and then another, and another, and another. Hours have gone by when I heard my mom call, “Dinner time!” I stopped what I was doing. Quickly, I closed all my tabs and shut off my phone. I looked at the time. “Damn, it’s late.” I said. My body was drenched in sweat, so I turned on my fan to cool off. Before I went out of my room, I made sure to calm my boner down.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. “Here you go,” mom told me as she handed me a bowl. I sat down at the dining table, prayed, and started eating. I quickly finished before everyone else.

“Someone was certainly hungry,” exclaimed my dad.

“Want some more?” asked mom.

“No thanks, I'm full,” I replied. After putting my bowl in the sink and having a glass of lemonade to wash down the taste of spaghetti in my mouth, I headed upstairs to continue exploring the internet. I watched some more twerking videos over the next couple of hours when I realized it was getting late. So I shut off my phone and went to take a shower.

After I was done, I watched some more videos before I finally went to bed. Except I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of the videos I watched kept flashing in my head. My dick started to swell as I kept thinking about all the girls. I wanted more. I gave in and turned on my phone to continue watching more twerking videos. But my body wasn’t getting the satisfaction it wanted. As I was watching a girl pour milk all over herself and start throwing it back, my hand moved past my phone and rested on my now fully erect penis. I looked over, shocked at what I did. My eyes returned to the screen and my hand kept resting. My cock pulsed again with energy. Slowly, I started rubbing my hand across my dick. It felt good. But not good enough. I started rubbing a little faster and in circles now. I switched to another video of a girl in her bikini doing a TikTok dance.

Then I came up with an idea. “What if I jerk off?” I thought to myself. Since my family was so religious, I had zero understanding of any sort of thing relating to sex or self pleasure. I had heard about it as a way guys would please themselves. To me, it was just stroking your cock as fast as possible until you got tired. Little did I know, it was a bit more complicated than that.

I quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom, trying to make the least noise possible. I got in, locked the door, and dropped my pants. My dick had gotten soft on the way there. It wasn’t very big but not small either. Average sized, I guess. I stared down my shaft, thinking how to start. So I just grabbed a hold of it and started stroking.

This isn’t very pleasing, I thought. So I sped up a little bit. I concentrated ongoing the full length of my cock while also maintaining a good speed. My penis started to harden a little bit. I sped up some more. It increased in size. I watched it fill with blood and grow thicker and longer. I started speeding up even more. It kept growing. I closed my eyes and thought about all the girls I saw on my phone, all their thick, juicy assess bouncing up and down.

I sped up even more. I kept thinking harder about my favorite videos. The girl covered in milk got me the most excited, the way her ass jiggled and her tits bounced. My cock had reached its maximum potential. I kept jerking, faster and faster. I felt a tingle in my balls. As if something was building its way up my cock. Then I focused on just the tip of my penis. Pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head. It tickled a little.

After a little bit, I went back to focusing on the full length of my cock. At first I only stroked at the bottom of the shaft, then added more and more until I was at the bottom of the head. I started speeding up again. I stroked faster and faster. My wrist was getting sore, but I kept going. My breathing got quicker and shallower. It felt amazing. Like I was in another world with nothing to worry about except my sexual desires. I didn’t want to stop. I kept jerking. And as I reached my climax, I smiled and faced towards the ceiling.

And I came. I gripped my cock. My knees bent and quick, clear shots of liquid shot out of my dick and onto the sick, toilet, cabinets, and floor. I watched in horror as my cum covered pretty much everything in sight. After it stopped, I just stood there, holding my cock in one hand as it shrunk back to its normal size. Cum dripped from the tip and onto the floor. I stared at the mess in shock. I had no idea what just happened. Did I just pee all over the place? No. This is different. “What is this stuff?” I asked myself.

Though after catching my breath and getting my thoughts together, I got out of the trance and let go of my now soft penis. I pulled my boxers and pajamas up, grabbed some toilet paper, and began cleaning my nut off of everything. After about 10 minutes, I was done. I washed my hands and went back to my room, full of embarrassment. I noticed a wet feeling in my boxers, but I was too tired to care. As I lay in bed, I thought, I’m never going to do that again. But boy was I wrong.