I was very shy and backwards as a kid, and not at all wise about sexual matters. My parents didn't really talk about sex, and I was too embarrassed to ask. I picked up some things from talking to kids at school, but most of it was over my head and abstract. I had heard of "jacking off" and "masturbation," but I didn't even know they were the same thing, or what they really meant.
What I did know was that suddenly, at age 14, my penis was bigger than ever and constantly hard and sticking out. I was so embarrassed about this, and I was running out of ideas for hiding it. I've never heard anyone say this before, but I was actually getting annoyed and frustrated with my penis. I never knew what "woke it up" — I just wanted it to go back to sleep! I actually thought...don't laugh!...that I could wear it out, and kind of make it "tired." I would try rubbing it back and forth against my stomach while it was still encased in my pants. All that managed to do, however, was make it harder, and make me feel like I had to urinate. So I would stop. See, it felt good and all, and I had figured out that a penis was supposed to get this way in order to penetrate a girl to make babies. But I figured that since I wasn't married, I didn't have any use for it in the shape it was in. (Dang Catholic upbringing!)
One night, in the bath, my penis was fully aroused as usual. I soaped it up, and the lathering felt very good. Still, I didn't go any further once the feeling of needing to urinate had kicked in. After my bath, I toweled off and went into my room. I put on my bed-clothes (a T-shirt and a pair of shorts) and lay down. I was intrigued by the continual tingling feeling I felt in my penis, and I began rubbing it again. Once again I stopped when I felt the need to pee. But I just couldn't seem to keep my hands off of my penis, and I resumed rubbing it between my shorts and stomach. Soon I hit the "point of no return," and my rubbing got increasingly frantic. In moments I was ejaculating inside of my shorts. I could feel the warm stickiness against my stomach, so I slowly, cautiously, pulled down my shorts. There was white goo everywhere. I was amazed — and suddenly, as if a light-switch had been flipped on, I had the final piece to the puzzle. I had slowly figured out the mechanics of sex, based on what little I knew about my body, the even less I knew about girls' bodies, and the stuff I had heard about sex from other guys my age. The one thing that continued to confuse me up until that point was what exactly about the act of inserting your penis into a girl caused her to get pregnant. I didn't understand it.
I mean, to the mind of a naive 14-year-old, what does your penis do other than urinate and get hard? But now, the final puzzle piece was soaking through my shorts: This white goo is what caused a girl to get pregnant! What a revelation! However, there were still things I hadn't figured out yet. As incredible as ejaculation felt, I thought you had only so much of this stuff to work with, and once you ran out, you were done. That idea was reinforced when I tried the next day to re-enact what I had done. I ejaculated again, but this time much less came out than the previous night. Worried that I would run out of this white stuff before I grew up, I didn't masturbate again for an entire year. Sure, the erections continued unabated, and sometimes I would rub my penis in my shorts, but I didn't allow myself to have an orgasm again until I was 15.
I don't really remember that time as vividly, but one day I came home from school, as horny as a 15-year-old gets. Changing my clothes, I paid some attention to my erection and stroked it just a little longer than I had intended. Soon I was having a leg-weakening orgasm. Later that afternoon I sneaked off to my room to do it again, and to my surprise and delight, I ejaculated just as much as I had earlier that day.
After that, I was well on my way to actively and constantly masturbating. My personal record is 6 times in a row — when I was 19 and viewing my first porno video. Each orgasm came only about 10 minutes apart, though the last two took a little longer. I'm sure that if I'd had more time to myself that day, I could have done it a few more times. I've never beaten that record, but believe me, I've tried!
In my early 20s I came to the realization that I'm homosexual. It was difficult for me to deal with at first (because of that strict religious background), but I have now totally accepted it, and I am happy and comfortable with who I am. I have mutually masturbated with 3 guys: one was a friend, and the other two were boyfriends. While I enjoyed those experiences, I still prefer masturbating alone. There's just something so incredible about taking the time to appreciate and focus on your own body and all the pleasurable feelings you can arouse from yourself. I'm now 29 years old, and not a day goes by that I don't enjoy masturbating at least once.
That about wraps up my masturbation biography. I think it's time for a nice, long, leg-weakening, body shaking, mind-blowing session!
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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Leg-weakening
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