Needless to say, I was soon to be trying out all sorts of different things like carrots, smaller cucumbers, my fingers, whatever. It was during these ...ittle “Sexual Journeys” that I first started to experience my first feeling of an orgasm. All of this came to a head late one Sunday night when I was laying in bed and began to rub and jack on my young cock. After awhile I would start to feel this warm and hot erotic feeling down there. I maybe did this 3 or 4 times before at one point I finally. I wasn't sure I could get the words out. I tried, but my voice cracked. Evan poured me a glass of ice water and after a few sips, I thought I could talk."A wolf. There was a wolf in the basement. He bit me on the shoulder and I blacked out. I don't remember anything after that."He nodded, "Yes, there was a wolf in the basement. He attacked you to help me save your life. My blood wasn't enough. You also had to be bitten by the wolf. You were so far gone, we were afraid you would die anyway."I. They watched for some time before waving and moving on. They had now seen my rather large erection. The next day it rained and they didn`t appear but the next day the weather was fine and there they were. I had prepared for the next stage by putting newspapers on the floor and again stroked my cock as they watched. I stroked continuously until my cum shot out on to the newspapers. When I had finished they waved and walked on. I had satisfied my wish and had been seen ejaculating by, not one,. We just chatted. But when she told me that things didn’t work out for her with that guy we began kissing again. This went on for maybe two or three years. During all of this time, I had never gotten a chance to see what she looked like, other than her face illuminated by the lights on her dashboard, because it was always still dark when she came by. I knew she had a pleasant voice, wore glasses, had a lovely face, sweet lips, and a tantalizing tongue. I wondered how her body looked. Was she fat.