Fat cowboy public gymnastics

I was raised in a fairly conservative Christian home, and was raised to think that the act of masturbation was both disgusting and evil. It wasn't until I was 17 that I discovered the contrary, and that my masturbation life began. Like all boys I had a tendency to get random erections, and always found them annoying and sometimes even painful. Being uncircumcised, I also found what few experiments I held in touching myself to be painful as well, as my glans was too sensitive for much direct contact.

Unfortunately, this retention of sexual energy was unhealthy. I could literally feel the walls of my prostate some days as it swelled, and I had nocturnal emissions frequently, which I regarded as an embarrassment. One evening, I had three "wet dreams." That was three pairs of tighty whities suddenly too white to be explainable, and three things that I had to hide that morning. I was fed up.

I went to my doctor and described my nocturnal emissions problem. He asked if I masturbated, and I was almost horrified. He laughed when I explained why not, and I was kind of angry at him at the time. He told me that if I wanted to get rid of the dreams, I should masturbate, and told me then that all I'd need to do would be to rub myself. I was embarrassed again, so I said that I understood, and I left his office. I went home and tried to take a warm bath, but again, I was only in pain. My foreskin was too tight to retract fully, and so I gave up once again. Still, I was curious, and after one final night of "wet dreams" (two this time), I woke up on a mission.

Through the power of Google I found JackinWorld, and I read exactly what I needed to succeed. I went to my bathroom and sat on the toilet, and tried the "Backhand" technique. Within a minute or so, a strange tightness formed in my stomach, and I almost felt like I'd throw up. It kept growing. A moment later I had sweet release, and orgasm filled my entire lower body. I couldn't even stand up. I still felt almost sick, as if I'd done something that was a serious violation, as if I'd done something wrong. Still, the glory of that moment felt beyond good, and I continue to experience it to this day.

Since that moment I've quickly matured in my masturbation life. I've accomplished hands-free orgasm through meditation, and managed a tantric experience. I've discovered what I like and don't like, what I can and can't do.

Then I went to college. My roommate was wonderful, but sadly, he was raised in the same kind of environment that I was, and masturbation was not a comfortable topic. I had to learn how to get around that, which was difficult as we had all the same classes together and never had the room to ourselves. I've discovered many ways around that, but in parting I will share one.

I had been using the "Crawl the Wall" technique — not to taste my semen, but because the muscles it stretched in my body made the orgasm more intense. A day at school came when I could no longer afford to wait any longer, and I refused to masturbate in the shower. (Warm water was never comfortable.) So I sat on the toilet, facing the wall to make cleanup easier. The stall was fairly narrow, and I thought about what became my greatest triumph. Before I knew it, I had scooted ever closer to the wall and pulled my legs above me. My back was on the seat, my feet above me, and I reached between my legs and grabbed the metal post of the toilet and pulled myself closer. Positioning myself carefully, I got into an upside-down squatting position, bracing myself against the walls, with my butt hugging the cold metal of the post. The result was the most electric orgasm I've ever had, and the "Fat cowboy public gymnastics" technique, as I've come to call it, is the best I've ever accomplished. I do advise that you be safe, as this isn't for everyone, and I was nearly stuck in that position with the pleasure I obtained. It would have been really embarrassing to call for help — but not as much as it would have been to explain to my roommate why my sheets needed to be washed twice a week.

To all of you out there, thanks, and be safe.

- age 19, Iowa