Dicky parties

My first sexual experience was, believe it or not, in kindergarten during nap time. A little classmate by the name of Joey used to sleep next to me on a separate mat. Well, on this particular day I failed to fall into the usual slumber and opened my eyes to see Joey playing "innocently" with what I referred to at the time as his peepee. I raised my hand and told the teacher that Joey was not asleep. She told me I wasn't asleep, either, and sent both of us to the time-out closet. Needless to say, Joey and I got bored in the dark closet. I asked him what he had been up to on his mat, and he told me that playing with his "little Joey" made him feel tingly and good. Time out was over before I could try it, but that night, when my mother and father thought I was sleeping soundly, I tentatively reached for my penis and started playing with it. I didn't have any method; I just twisted and jerked and rubbed however I wanted to. Minutes into this first pleasure session, I started feeling tingly and good, just as Joey had told me. I didn't orgasm then, or until age 12, when I reached puberty. However, for the next few years I would rub myself almost every night before falling into a pleasured sleep.

After a major falling out with a female classmate in the 5th grade, my parents thought I would be better suited to a non-co-educational and residential learning experience. When I arrived as a 6th grader I was fascinated by the older, more mature boys. I had just begun puberty, and although I still continued to "rub myself," I was seeking a more intense sexual outlet. Unfortunately my parents robbed me of female interaction during these critical sexual years, so I was forced to turn to my male classmates for sexual pleasure. We would hold "dicky parties" after lights-out and would giddily masturbate each other to orgasm. Although I was tentative at first, I quickly became comfortable with this and actually enjoyed it very much. Unfortunately, a young boy from a rather puritanical background found out about our exploits and reported them to the school headmaster. Luckily the headmaster was understanding of the sexual needs of adolescent boys and allowed our masturbation activities to continue as long as we did it before lights-out. Sadly, as the taboo was gone, we lost some of the thrill we got from this formerly forbidden activity. And as most of my classmates were becoming curious about what it would be like to have sexual intercourse with a woman, I naturally became interested as well.

One winter we had a winter dance with a nearby girls' school. As these young women were also in a non-coeducational environment they, too, were seeking an outlet for their sexual feelings. Almost immediately, we each paired off with a girl, and the more daring of us ventured off to discreet areas for some exploration of our female partners. The brunette I was "assigned" to was quite nervous, and upon reaching our destination, I realized she was also very inexperienced. This should have come as no surprise, and she undoubtedly had no way of becoming sexually knowledgeable. But sexual desire took hold of the better part of us, and within 10 minutes, my pants lay sprawled on the grass. I asked her to "beat me off," but unfortunately for me, she hadn't the slightest notion of what this meant, and sadly, took it literally. After several painful minutes of constant assault to my penis, I grabbed my pants and ran. I successfully avoided her for the rest of the evening, but the emotional (not to mention physical) harm she inflicted followed me into my adult life. To this day, I am as homosexual as Elton John, and I am terrified of female sexual interaction.

I fell heavily into the gay clubbing scene as a college student in New York City. As a general rule, I never went home with anyone I met at the bars. But one night, I was chatting it up with a man at a club when he secretly slipped a "roofie" into my beverage. The next thing I knew I was in an unfamiliar apartment and more terrified than I had ever been. The events following are far too painful for me to discuss, and I think that I will fail to ever fully recover. But I will just say that I was tortured with painful anal rape, as well as S&M activities. Fortunately I was allowed to go free when he was satisfied. Over the next few years I became increasingly paranoid and agoraphobic and at times was unable to leave my apartment for months at a time. I gradually began to have sexual feelings again, but as I was stuck in my house I needed to turn again to the masturbation techniques of my childhood. Unfortunately, the rubbing method proved to be too primitive to satisfy my super-size sex drive, and I became increasingly inventive in my methods. My favorite technique involved leaving a vase in the sunlight all day and then putting Vaseline in its sun-warmed neck. I would then put my penis into the vase, where it would fit snugly. Then I would proceed to pump the vase until I filled it with my semen. Once, when I was feeling daring, I put flowers in my semen-filled vase and used it as a centerpiece on the table at my family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Today, I am finally able to go out into the world and function as a human being, although any attempts at a relationship have been failures. At 28, I am still technically a virgin, and that does not bother me one bit. I am very satisfied with self pleasuring and will continue to develop new ways to please myself in the coming years. I know in my heart that even if I don't ever find a life partner, I will never be lacking in any way, because the wonderful people at JackinWorld will keep my hands full (if you know what I mean) for many years to come!