Nothing Was Ever The Same Again

erotic asphyxia or auto-erotic asphyxia became a part of my life at an early age...on a camping trip in the woods...scouts...gay scoutmaster...I was the youngest and frailest, but I had (still have) this unusually large cock...cutting to the chase, he pulled a rubberized fabric hood over my head, , a length of rope round my neck, and threw the rope over a lowish branch, and hauled me on tiptoe, cutting off most of my air. Then from behind he began to masturbate me, with his right hand, while his left kept pressure on the rope. With my hands tied to my waist, I could do nothing but strain to stay on tiptoe, while an audience of my peers hooted and whistled in appreciation.

The closer i got to cumming, the shakier my legs became, and he timed it exquisitely, pausing every time I thought I was going to make it...soon it was impossible to stay on tiptoe, and the rubberized fabric tightened down, until it flapped loudly in and out with my desperate gasps, and then he made me cum, slowly and wickedly, as my legs collapsed, leaving me hanging, with massive spurts of cum arcing away, to the malicious joy of the audience. He released pressure on the rope, allowing me some air, then laughing assent at the catcalls of "more" and "again" did exactly that! At that age, hormones had me painfully erect again, in no time...the second lengthy cum actually made me pass out, and I woke again, back in my tent.

Luckily, I married an EMT, a few years later, who enjoys reproducing my obsession daily, but with my safety assured.