The Tape

This is Part 2 and a continuation of the previously posted story on this site.  My first story about my first orgasm will give the most history and help provide context to this adventure.  

 

If you haven’t read my previous stories, my masturbation method when I was 13 was to lie on my back, and place a pillow flat on my chest, to the left of my penis.  The right edge of the pillow would be in contact with the left edge of my penis.  I did this for two reasons.  One being that the sensitive part of my head is the left side, and with the pillow on one side as opposed to the middle, I was able to slide it up and down my torso, letting the right edge rub back and forth against my erection.  This is what I was doing at Jeff’s house when I had my first orgasm. And this was my technique for months until I started to ejaculate along with my orgasm.  

 

After I had my first orgasm that night at Jeff’s house, I felt like I different person.  I learned this trick about my body that felt so good I could barely contain my excitement.   As you could guess I was an addict immediately.  Every night I’d sneak my favourite pillow into the bathroom in the basement across from  my bedroom and rub out an orgasm.  Every. Single. Night.  And sometimes right after school when nobody was home I could get an orgasm in on my bed.  I never used the pillow method on my bed with people home because I was worried about being caught and the process wasn’t easy to hide quickly.  

 My sessions on the floor usually were aided by my imagination as I didn’t have access to porn. (It was the 80s remember). And Jeff still had the copy of playboy we used at his house that night. 

 A few weeks passed, and in that month I must have had 3 orgasms every 2 days.  I still couldn’t believe I had the control of this feeling.  I was super horny every day...if only the girls at school knew what was running through my head when I talked to them.   Oh my.  

 About a month after the first “O”, it was rumoured one of the older boys in the neighbourhood  had  access to real porn videos.  And he’d make copies of them if we brought him a blank VHS tape.   Jeff and I decided we would work up the nerve to ask after school one day and he agreed to make us a copy as long as we told nobody about it.  I ran home as fast as possible and took a blank tape from the basement and raced it to his house.   A few days later he told Jeff and I to come pick it up.  It was a Friday.  

 Jeff and I decided we’d sleep at his house that night and without saying anything we knew that we’d have another pillow session together with what we’d eventually call The Tape.  

 When we met the older boy at his house after school he explained to us that the tape wasn’t copies of porn videos, but recordings from his uncle’s satellite dish.  His uncle had the  satellite  porn network called American Exxxtacy (those 80s kids will know what I’m talking about).  The tape was a compilation of recordings he had been able to get while he was at his uncle’s house.  Some clips were partial movies, some stopped in the middle etc.  But it was all real porn.   I had only seen snippets of porn and NEVER had a whole tape to peruse.  He recorded it on SLP so there was nearly six hours of video to watch.   Jeff and I couldn’t wait.   I put The Tape in my backpack and counted the  seconds until that night when Jeff’s parents went to bed.  

 After what seemed like an eternity Jeff’s Mom and Dad shuffled to bed.  We were in the basement Rec room. It was dark, had a tv shelf at one end, and two brown couches on two walls 90 degrees apart. Sort of like an “L”.  A small coffee table in the middle and a recliner chair on the other side.  Your typical 80s basement. 

 As Jeff nervously placed the tape into the VHS machine, I manned the remote and we turned the volume to a barely audible level.  And then it started. It was literally as if someone had hit record in the middle of a promo between movies.  “American Triple Ex-Ta-Cee” the voiceover proclaimed.  We were hooked. Six hours of sex awaited us.  We each sat on one of the couches in sweat pants and tshirts and watched in pure amazement as we saw real sex. Real doggy-style, real cowgirl, real lesbian pussy eating.  We saw everything. Women in lingerie, women giving blow jobs, men coming on women’s breasts and backs.  (There wasn’t a lot of facials in the 80s from what I remember). 

 As we watched, we never really got good grooves going on ourselves because we were just so amazed.  I was absolutely rock hard the entire time and so was Jeff. We just kind of pulled at ourselves through our sweats but didn’t get down and dirty right away.  I am telling you I don’t know how we managed it. We watched from 10pm to nearly 1am straight. Totally hard the whole time.  When we stopped to pee we had to wait for our boners to subside so we could actually pee properly. It was actually funny.  One of us would pause The Tape, and the one who had to pee would bat at their boner inside their sweats and will it to go down enough to manage a pee without getting urine everywhere. (Men will know how hard this is). Then we’d sit back down and we’d start watching again and boom, instantly hard.  It was crazy. 

 At around 1am Jeff finally said to me “I think Michelle and Jessica should join us”. Michelle and Jessica is what we nicknamed our pillows as they were the names of our school crushes at that time. (God if they only knew...).  The question was where would we do it?  The last time we did this we were in his bedroom, but he had no VCR in there.  We decided we would be really careful and do it in the rec room.  

 Jeff went to his room to get his pillow and pulled mine from my backpack, and I stripped the pillowcase. We had a quilt on the floor where we planned to sleep and I sat on the recliner but I eyed the floor as I need to lie down to do my pillow method. He was on the couch and we had to pick a movie on The Tape to watch.   We decided on the “good” one we saw near the beginning.  It was called Perfect Partners and there was a scene where two couples were fucking simultaneously in different bedrooms.  We decided we would pretend we were each one of the couples.  I chose Amber Lynn and Joey Silvera.  Because of this first night with The Tape, I was always attracted to 80s Amber Lynn. Especially the way she moaned.  To this day I will look up old Amber Lynn movies on the internet just to hear that moan. It brings me right back to when I was 13.  

 I rewound The Tape to the start of the scene, and we both started to make our with our pillows while the porn played in the background. The only light in the room came  from the TV and the music and sex sounds were barley audible as we were still scared of being caught.  

 As I got into things I saw Jeff also really get into it. We were both so fucking horny likely due to this being our first porn, and nursing 3-hour erections.  I had a number of orgasms since my first one a month or so before so I knew how to manage my arousal to delay things.  But this was way different. I was way too aroused.  I saw Jeff pull his sweats down and he had no boxers on.  I saw his erection with its base covered in black pubic hair and his balls also had whisks or hair that reflected the light from the tv.  It was the first time I had seen someone else’s balls.  In our previous session we only pulled our erections out the slit of our boxers.  It was interesting to see him naked from his waist down.  Something made me realize this was different than last time.   It also made me feel as if I could pull my sweats and boxers off and not feel embarrassed. So off my bottoms came, and I laid on the floor with my feet toward the tv.  My head propped up on two pillows, my penis standing straight up as it pulsed along with my heartbeat. 

 Jeff was on the couch next to me, on his stomach facing the tv.  As Jeff ground his naked pelvis into his pillow I could see his ass bounce up and down as he looked up at the tv while the two porn stars fucked doggy style.  He was mimicking them as I laid on my back and ran the pillow against my cock.  We both kept our t-shirts on but were naked from the waist down.   I remember how the air felt cool on my balls and how neither of us were ashamed or shy around each other.  As Jeff fucked his pillow faster I was turned on by how animalistic his thrusts were against his stuffed partner. I immediately started to orgasm.  I grunted something to signal my pleasure and he glanced over as I bucked and contorted while the three hours of intense arousal culminated in this massive release.  As the sensitive stage of post-orgasm bliss came over me, I stopped rubbing the pillow briefly as Jeff rolled onto his back as he leaned against the arm of the couch.   He placed his pillow over the top of his penis and started his familiar circular movements.   As he did this I started pumping my pillow again and the sensitivity stopped and the pleasure feeling took over. 

 On the screen, Amber Lynn was on her side being fucked by Joey Silvers and her moans were so hot that for the first and only time in my life I was able to go from one orgasm directly into a second.  I spasmed again and had my second climax in minutes.  Just as number two subsided, Jeff did the same thing he did the previous time.  Under his breath he panted the words “orgasm, orgasm, orgasm” over and over while he arched his hips against his pillow and shivered beneath it. He also groaned softly “oooooohhhhhhh” and his arms shook as he struggled to hold the pillow on the tip of his penis.  I watched as he slowly came down from his moment.  

 The next shot on the tv was Amber on her stomach giving Joey a blow job.  As we both laid in our orgasmic hazes, we watched Joey climax and come on the tv.  Loads of cum launched into the air as Amber finished him with her hand.  We both wondered aloud when we would ejaculate semen too.  Both of us still had dry climaxes.  

 It was now around 1:30am. We were both exhausted.  We both needed to pee.  We both slid into our sweats, went the bathroom, turned the porn off and went to sleep.  

We had to get up early Saturday as we had hockey practise.  We were both exhausted and barely slept.  My penis was sore from the evening’s activities.  I put The Tape in my backpack with my trusty pillow.   The Tape would live in my possession.  At my house.  I had a VCR in my bedroom.   Lordy, what could to wrong?
 
More to come.