Right-hand percussion

My tenure as a masturbator began over Christmas vacation when I was 14. I had always heard about people masturbating, but it seemed to be something that lonely, pathetic people did. I had a notion that I would be less of a male if I did it because I couldn't get the real thing. Wild, eh?

Anyway, one day I managed to stumble onto my father's pornography stash, and I proceeded to read an erotic novel that laid down in graphic detail what went on during sex and masturbation. Also, I found an adult video that quickly gave me some valuable visual aids. That was the first time I had witnessed someone masturbating and ejaculating. When I saw the ejaculation scenes, I began to wonder if I could do it to and if it really caused people to moan in ecstasy the way it was portrayed on the video.

I was extremely paranoid before masturbating, and I still am, but to guarantee that I wouldn't be seen by anyone (i.e. burglars, curious stalkers, etc.), I closed the basement door, went into the bathroom, and sat at the bowl and began to explore uncharted territory. After about 10 minutes of steady stroking, I began to lose patience. However, I kept going at it, and eventually I had my first orgasm. Excitement immediately set in, and for some reason, I was unbelievably happy that I had ejaculated, even though it wasn't much.

My first close call came the next night. I was watching another scene in the video and masturbating when I heard the basement door open and light footsteps descending the staircase. I quickly pulled up my pajama pants and undies and hit the stop button on the VCR before my sister, who was home from college, made it to the bottom to talk with me. When she finally returned upstairs, I closed the door and picked up where I left off. Right before I ejaculated I realized that I had forgotten to get something to catch it. I tried to rush to the bathroom with my penis in hand, but I came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to make it when fluid began erupting out of the tip of my penis and into the air. I was astonished at how far my semen was traveling. When I finished, I saw that I had unknowingly painted the side of my father's big-screen TV. To this day, remnants of semen are still there. They refuse to leave. Believe me, I've tried everything.

I haven't varied my methods much over the years. My favorite place to masturbate is still my basement. It's an ideal masturbatory environment. As far as techniques go, I use about 3. Most of the time I use the up-and-down fist stroke. I also use the backhand grip. My newest technique is something that I call "right-hand percussion": I shake my penis against my stomach and upper thigh until I ejaculate. When I do, it flies back and forth and tends to end up in a lot of interesting places.

I'm 18 now, and I've masturbated in front of two people. My friend Ben and I used to spend a lot of time together at his house making mixtapes (we're part time house DJs) and watching adult movies. One time we were talking about girls and we ended up masturbating in front of each other.

Recently I have been spending a lot of time with this girl named Ashley, who looks incredible. She asked me if I masturbated with two hands or one. I was taken aback, but I told her I varied from time to time. She asked if she could watch me masturbate, and I'm not exactly sure why, but I did. While I was stroking, she asked if she could touch my penis, and I let her. She began pumping the lower half of my penis while my hand stroked the upper half. I ejaculated onto my stomach, and she actually cleaned me up with some paper towels.

Masturbation still is important to me. At times, I feel that the time I take masturbating is the only serene time that I have. I'm preparing for college, so my masturbation habits are sure to change. Hopefully they'll change for the better, though. We'll have to see.