I was 12 or 13 and at summer camp and we were sitting there on the beach listening to our moronic canoe instructor drone on and on. I just happened to look past him and I noticed that the three 16-17 year-old girl swimming instructors were playing around on the diving raft.
Their little swimsuits strained to contain the womanhood that was bursting out of their chests and they looked like sirens tempting me from a mystical island I was years away from reaching.
heir innocent splashing and tomfoolery stired things deep within me and after the canoe guy had explained that tomorrow we were going to use the "j-stroke," (something I saw later to be ironically phrophetic) I ran back to my tent as best I could, I had a little bit of a tent myself. As soon as the zipper was closed I went at it, furiously pounding my poor little member. The sensations built on top of one another, like some glorious creshendo of pure summer love. The feeling inside grew until there was a wonderful sense of shaking and then a feeling like falling off a cliff. I looked down, curious as to what would happen...
To my horror an enormous black bat shot out of my urethra and flapped around my head, clawing at my eyes. With my shorts around my ankles and my bonny budding manhood flopping back and forth, I ran screaming and weeping from the tent towards the center of camp, where most of my camp-mates were gathered eating lunch.
I haven't looked at nor touched my penis since.