I remember the first time I discovered masturbation. I was 11 or 12. I remember lying on the floor doing my spelling homework, and for some odd reason or another, I just started to rub my penis on the floor. It started to feel really good, so I continued doing it. Then suddenly, this explosive feeling swept over me from my head all the way down to my toes. It felt great — like nothing I had ever felt before.
After a few days or so, I tried it again. But it was so tedious, and my penis started to hurt after a while from all the friction, so I stopped doing it. Later, while I was in the shower, I started to "wash myself" when I got that same feeling again. So I kept on doing it, and it happened again — that overwhelming feeling all over my body. That was when I discovered I could masturbate with my hands. I decided to keep this little secret to myself, though, and not share it with anyone else.
One day in health class, I got a book about puberty and the changes all males go through. It talked about voice changes, the change in penis size, growth spurts, and even masturbation. I suddenly realized I wasn't the only one who could do it. So one night, I decided to mention it to my cousin. He was a year younger than me, and he had no idea what I was talking about. I asked him if he wanted to feel the best feeling in the world and if he wanted me to show him how. I told him what he needed to do, but he didn't really understand, so I said the best way to learn was to practice. So we both dropped our pants. I told him to grab his penis like I was doing and to start moving his hand up and down real fast. Soon enough, we both reached orgasm, and my cousin said I was right — it was the best feeling ever. However, we were both still too young to ejaculate.
After that night, every time my cousin came over, we'd always masturbate together. The two of us would sneak downstairs after everyone was asleep and watch the scrambled porn on TV. We could never get a clear picture, so we were always very excited every time we could actually see a breast or something. One night we almost got caught. My mom came downstairs for a late-night snack and saw the two us with our pants down. She asked us what we were doing, but we didn't know what to say and just stared at her blankly. She never mentioned it again. It was the most embarrassing thing in the world — and the next time I made sure we were more careful.
The first time I ejaculated was another experience I remember well. It was actually during a "wet dream." I dreamt about going out with a hot girl and taking her back to my place to have sex, when suddenly I woke up with all this white sticky stuff in my pants. I had no idea what it was. I thought I peed in my pants or something, but it certainly didn't smell like it. I mentioned this experience to my cousin, and he said the same thing happened to him. The next time we masturbated with each other, the same thing happened — the sticky white stuff came out. We still had no idea what it was, but we both agreed that it felt better now than before.
Now that I've gotten older, I've noticed my masturbation sessions have been more frequent. I think it's like a drug — it's addictive, and once you're hooked, it's hard to stop. I usually can't go for more than a day without masturbating. My cousin and I have stopped our mutual masturbation sessions together, because we both have girlfriends now. She can masturbate me much better than my cousin can, but it's still nice to have him around to talk about it — and just in case we need to do any future "bonding."
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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