Penis guitar

I first learned about "playing with myself" when I was 6 or 7 years old. Before that I had always "played with myself" like any young boy does, but I had never really thought about it. Then one day I started thinking about it. I was at my best friend's house, and we were playing hide-and-seek with his neighbor. We bored of it, so we hid in his woodshed and locked the door. The neighbor soon tired of looking and went back to his house. Straight away my friend asked me if he could teach me a game called "feelies." Basically, it meant that I stuck my hands down his pants, and he stuck his hands down mine. We stood there masturbating each other for a long time. It felt great, so that night when I was staying at his house, we lay in his bed together and played with each other for most of the night. It was amazing, and it led me to rediscover "playing with myself." I spent many hours doing just this. At that age, I did not know enough about it to bring myself to orgasm, but I still had a fun time.

I had another revelation a couple of years later, when a friend asked me if I had ever tried either of two things: One was pretending to play a guitar with my penis, and the other was sticking my penis into a vacuum-cleaner hose. I had a very liberal childhood, and I was pretty open about nudity and so on. Anyway, I hadn't tried either of the things he suggested, so he showed me the guitar thing, and pretty soon we were both sporting erections. We couldn't try the vacuum cleaner one, because it was too late at night. So instead, we decided to see if we could fit condoms on our penises. We sneaked into my older sister's room, took a couple of them from her drawer, went back to my bedroom, and stood around marveling at how large the condoms were. We didn't think it was possible for a penis to be that big. Then we draped the condoms over our tiny penises and played with each other for a while.

When I was 11, I discovered a book called Living With a Willy. I sat at the library and read it cover to cover, too embarrassed to actually hire it out. In it, I read of a strange new world of sex, sexuality, penises, girls, and of course, masturbation. There were graphic descriptions of how to masturbate, how often, and so on. I surreptitiously photocopied the 5 or 6 pages that dealt with it.

When I got home, I was so excited. Everything I had read at the library about masturbation seemed so good it was like a new CD, just begging to be played.

I feigned an illness and went to bed early. Now I was ready. I followed the instructions faithfully, and after what seemed like an eternity, I finally had an orgasm. It was everything the book promised, and more. I was in love with masturbation. From that time on, over the next 3 years, I masturbated, masturbated, and masturbated. I masturbated in bed, in the shower, in public toilets, on buses, in my friend's swimming pool, at school when no one was around. Basically, I masturbated at any and every chance I got.

I was very happy just to go along like this, but then I discovered something: I was attracted primarily to males. This changed my perspective, and I became obsessed with talking one of my friends into masturbating with me. I eventually managed to get one of them to do it, and pretty soon our masturbationary relationship had progressed and we masturbated each other. Then we eventually ended up giving each other oral sex. We still see each other occasionally, but usually only when one of us feels horny and rings the other. I have a new "wank buddy" — we get out pornos and masturbate. But he's dead straight, and so we only ever masturbate ourselves watching the porn. But I live in hope.

I am now 17 years old, and I pleasure myself at least once a day, usually twice. JackinWorld is a brilliant site — when I first started masturbating, I surely would have found it if it had been around and I'd had Internet access. I would have been better informed, without the embarrassment factor. JackinWorld is the best site on the Net.