Leave your mark

Masturbation and sexual feelings began at a young age for me. Ever since I can remember, I've had a fascination with other men's sexual habits. When I was 6, I caught my uncle masturbating. He saw me standing there and just kind of winked. Even though he was only 17, I felt like he was an adult. I went over and sat next to him, and he asked if I wanted to try. I said no and just watched. Within a few minutes, his face became red and he looked like he was in pain. I asked if he wanted help, and he said yeah. I asked something along the lines of, "What should I do?" and he grabbed my hand. I finished him off as blobs of semen shot from his penis. I thought I was going to throw up.

A couple months later, I found some dirty comic books. They showed cartoons of men and women having sex. My cousin (by my aunt, not my uncle), who was a year younger than me, was visiting when I found them. We decided to try some of the things the cartoons were doing. We gave each other oral sex, and we tried to have anal sex, but we never knew what we were really doing.

Around 7th grade I began looking at other guys like I never did before. My body was also changing. One day, when I had an erection — probably only 3 or so inches at the time — a friend caught me with my hand in my pants. He just kind of winked and said, "I saw that" — but nothing ever came from it. I later heard rumors that his brother had found "gay pornos" and he used to masturbate a lot, but I was too scared to say or try anything.

The next year, I decided I would try to convince my best friend to masturbate with me. One day, I randomly confessed that I had masturbated, and that it had been the most incredible thing I had ever done. I told him he should try it — and after 2 weeks of nagging and conniving, he did. I was talking to him one day and he described the scene for me: "I was lying on my couch, with a blanket over me, watching Spice with the volume all the way down. I spit in my hand and went at it. I didn't know what to do. You know how you said it was like every muscle in your body needed to be stretched? Well, I couldn't contain the pressure, so, I cross my legs at the ankle and held my breath. I actually ejaculated — it was great! Wet dreams don't even come close." He was scared he would get caught, so he ran upstairs and cleaned up.

I was SO turned on by this story. Whenever I was at his house, I always tried to catch a peek at his stuff up the leg of his shorts. One day, I let him borrow a Victoria's Secret magazine and told him to "Leave his mark." I was talking to him on the phone, and he did it right there. I quickly ran to his house and got the book. When I got home, I tasted his semen. It was different from mine — sweeter. I liked it. One night, when I was sleeping over, I asked him if he minded if I masturbated. He kind of did, asking if he had to watch me. He said he'd turn around, and I went at it. What he didn't know was, I could see him doing the same.

Later on, I began masturbating with another friend. But he never, EVER, let me see his penis. He was really secretive, but he usually accomplished 3 orgasms a night when we were together. We haven't gotten together in a while, but I do have some new porns I wanted to show him.

Recently, one of my friends from 10th grade called me. He wanted to hang out. We did more than just masturbate — but that's another, more graphic story. As I sit here, with my penis in hand typing this story, I'm reminded of — wait a sec...I have to go...umm..."Give myself a quick lube job." Thanks, JackinWorld!