I started masturbating a little earlier than many people. When I was 11 years old, I discovered the wonderful art of masturbation while watching the movie Soul Food with my family. There was a scene in the movie where two of the characters had sex against the wall, which aroused me a lot. After the movie was over, I couldn't control my small erection, so when it was time to go to bed, I decided to see if I could make it go away by rubbing myself against the wall, pretending to be having sex just as the characters did in the movie.
So as I was standing there, rubbing my genitals against the wall, getting sore all over. I decided I should try something soft, such as my pillow. Slowly, I started thrusting my hips into it, and pretty soon, I felt a tingly sensation coming from my penis. All of a sudden, my whole body tensed up and whoosh — there was some kind of wet fluid in my pants. I thought that maybe I urinated! For a whole week, I did the thrusting-into-the-pillow thing, each time feeling the same tingly sensation coming from my penis, but I never bothered to go to the bathroom or pull down my pants to see what was going on. But one day, I walked into the bathroom right after doing what I was doing to my pillow and decided to investigate as to what was dripping onto my briefs. When I saw the semi-white liquid coming out, I couldn't believe my eyes! I was making sperm come out of my penis! I wasn't sure on how to react. Should I yell for my parents to help me? Should I tell my friends? Naw — I'll keep it a secret!
For the next year and a half, I masturbated by just humping my bed, because my penis was just too small for my hands.
When I got to 7th grade, my friends and I started joking about masturbation. But there was one particular friend, Michael, whom I could talk to about it more openly, because we were the two biggest perverts our school had known. It all started out when Michael send me an Instant Message, telling me he was masturbating to some porn he found on the Internet. From there on, he asked me if I masturbated, too, and I told him yes. We chatted for 2 1/2 hours about masturbation — you know, all the little details, like how often do you do it, where do you do it, how big is your penis, and are you circumcised (it turned out we both weren't). After that, whenever I saw him walking down the halls at school, I just gave him a "fist up" and a smile!
When I was about 13, my penis finally grew large enough so I could wrap my hands around it and "choke the chicken." For the next two years, I would spend each night masturbating in my bed, watching my foreskin slide back and forth over my glans, waiting for the feeling of no return. On hot summer nights, I would go for a ride on my bike as late as 11:00 PM to my high school and masturbate on the bleachers, hoping for someone to catch me in the act.
One Sunday last year, I was walking around a construction site for new housing developments with my friend Aaron, when we started talking about girls and sex. I noticed right away that he was getting an erection, and so was I. I dared him to masturbate in the backyard of one of the unfinished houses, promising I would pay $5 if he did. He said he would — under one condition: I was not able to watch! To prove that Aaron had really masturbated, he was to squirt his semen onto a surface where I could easily find it afterwards and check to see if it's real. After waiting for him on the quiet street corner for over 10 minutes, he finally emerged from behind the house with a smile on his face. I checked in the backyard to find white stuff all over some nails the carpenters had left behind. I dipped my finger into the liquid, sniffed the familiar aroma of semen ("smells like bleach"), proving that he had masturbated inside the backyard of an empty, unfinished house. When it came to be my turn, I went into the backyard, my erection making a tent out of my pants. I pulled them down and started to stroke away. Within two minutes I ejaculated. I called out for Aaron to come on over and see, and he walked over, seeing my hands full of white semen, my semi-erect penis in my hand.
I feel pretty good about masturbating. I've had no feelings of guilt so far, and I feel pretty good about my 6 1/2" penis. Masturbation is something to be proud of, and I'd much rather be doing it than getting some girlfriend pregnant and having to take care of some baby I'm not ready for. I hope to have more fun with others and myself as the years go on. When I become a dad, I will teach my sons that masturbating is perfectly cool. I hope I'll be able to tell them about JackinWorld.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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