Sex with someone you love

I remember the first time a friend showed me how the masturbate. We were camping out in my backyard, and my friend asked me if my penis ever got hard, and if so, did I rub it until it felt like my brain was about to explode and a milky-white substance came shooting out of my member? I told him it got hard but I had never rubbed it. I was 10 and still had some learning to do, obviously. He showed me how to wrap my hand around my penis and stroke it up and down. WOW! That felt great. When it came time, I got up and stuck my member out of the tent. A long continuous stream flowed out, and I yelled to my friend, "It's working!" Just then my dad came walking up to the tent and said, "If you need to pee, go stand by a tree." Talk about embarrassing — I was peeing, not ejaculating.

I soon learned the difference and have worked on many different techniques since that first time.

My next evolutionary step in masturbation came a few weeks later, when I hiked up to a secret hideout in the Rockies foothills with some friends. We got to our destination, settled down inside, and then one of the other boys pulled up the wooden floor planks. He pulled out an old, dusty ammo box and set it down. He replaced the floorboards and turned to the rectangular container. A silence fell on the group gathered therein. I had no idea what all the fuss was over an old dirty ammo box, but I soon realized the reverence placed on the green metal object. He opened the box and pulled out a Playboy magazine. Then another and yet two more. Enough to go around. Ever since that expedition I have looked fondly upon ammo boxes — they seem to have a lustful glow about them. Now we have the Internet and it, too, has a glow.

Many hours of inspiration and information have flowed out of my monitor and over the crevasses of my brain. I have learned a lot from these sources but still find myself leaning more. I sometimes wish I could stay at home and do nothing but surf and masturbate, but I doubt my wife would support me in my endeavors, and she might even find a way to spill a Coke in my computer. The revenge of a jealous lover. I don't see things coming to that, but as Woody Allen once said, "Don't knock masturbation — it's sex with someone you love." I wholeheartedly agree with that outlook and partake in the unashamed joy of self-love almost every day.

Once my self-love backfired. I had a habit of masturbating in my closet instead of the bathroom. The closet is not a bad place to masturbate unless there isn't a lock on your bedroom door or the closet door. There's also a soundproofing factor when you're sitting in a closet, immersed in ecstasy with yourself, that I learned about the hard way. Your clothes will dampen the sound of someone opening your bedroom door and then your closet door. SURPRISE! "Hi dad," I said with a look of shock and shame. That one just about crushed me, but I have learned to laugh at those awkward moments and go on with the business and doing the business.

Masturbation has helped my sex life by giving me more control over my ejaculations. Sometimes it's just great to go at it in a frenzied heat and be done in a minute or two, but prolonging orgasm is, for me, where the real fun lies. When leading up to your orgasm, use this technique to stave off ejaculation: Right as you are about to ejaculate, gently but firmly pinch the head of your penis between your thumb and index finger, right where the head meets the shaft. This will usually stop the orgasm. If not, you may need to think about baseball or your mother — but don't think too hard, as you could lose your erection. Rest for a few seconds and maybe even let your penis go a tad flaccid; then start back up again. Get to the point of orgasm several more times before you give in to the inevitable and fantastic rush of orgasm, and then stand back. This technique will help your stamina and increase your pleasure. It has helped me, and you will love the fact that you can exercise and enjoy it.

Have fun and love yourself!