As a young boy I was always interested in things sexual. There was nothing said about sexual things in my household, as both my parents were rather Victorian in their beliefs and attitudes concerning sex. Most of my cousins with which I had contact were girls and were equally interested in my equipment. We often played "doctor" and "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I remember their handling my penis and scrotum and sometimes even touching my anus at times. This was exciting and pleasurable. I in turn felt them and inserted my fingers into their small vaginal passages. I do not remember getting an erection, however.
This sort of activity went on and off until about the time I went into junior high school. There I met a guy who became my best friend. I had discovered that if I rubbed my penis I got pleasure. I remember the first time I ever ejaculated: I was in the toilet rubbing cream onto my penis, which by that time had started to become erect at various times. Suddenly, I had this tremendous feeling all over my body, and I ejaculated a huge amount of semen all over my hands. It even shot up onto the mirror over the sink. I was weak with pleasure.
The next weekend I was spending the night with my friend who lived with his parents at a church-related camp, which they ran. I told him about the experience in the bathroom. We both became excited. He got out of bed and got tissues and hand cream so we could masturbate together. We did not then touch each other's penis at all. We ejaculated and cleaned up and went to sleep. The next day we went into the woods to explore. While there I got to thinking about the night before and became erect. He noticed, and we engaged in mutual masturbation again, though this time we fondled and touched each other's genitals and masturbated each other to climax. He told me we had something very exciting to do the next night. He had discovered that he could get into the air ducts that led to his parents' bedroom and could see them having intercourse. Later that night we crawled into the air ducts and watched as they made love to each other — my first porn experience. We crawled back to his bedroom and masturbated furiously — more than once. We kept it up off and on most of the night. I think I ejaculated 3 or 4 times that night. This activity went on from that time until we graduated from high school. We both went with girls, but had no real sexual contact with the opposite sex other than some light kissing and touching. We were having a great sex life of our own.
I had discovered a hole in the stall of one of the bus stations in town and went there when I could. Here I received my first taste of receiving oral sex. I admitted this to my friend, and he went with me sometimes. Each of us would take turns in the stall with the other watching that no one would catch us at this. The people on the other side who were giving us oral sex were anonymous — we had no other contact with them at all. Usually they were older fellows, sometimes about college-age guys. We were very particular with whom we engaged in this activity and never let "old guys" do it to us. I remember the smell of disinfectant in that bathroom, and to this day if I go into a public toilet that smells of disinfectant I become erect and want to masturbate. It is very strange to have that feeling come over me after all these years by just experiencing an odor. Neither of us ever at that time tried any other kind of oral gratification on our part. We were purely on the receiving side. As I look back on it, most likely we were very exciting to the people who were on the other side of the stall. Neither of us thought we were being exploited or abused in any way by these older guys, although as I look back on it they would have been arrested if found doing what they were doing. We were very discreet and careful.
As I grew older and was able to drive, my horizons widened. I discovered that the train station men's room was even better than the bus station and less crowded. The stalls went clear down to the floor and were very private. They were somewhat larger, and two people could get into them without any trouble at all. This enabled us both to be able to get in and fool around with the person on the other side of the hole together. Of course all of this was done while we were having mutual masturbation sessions on our own.
In college, I continued to masturbate usually every night. I roomed with a cousin with whom I didn't have any sexual contact with at all. He was very involved in sex with various girlfriends. He did broach the subject once and told me I needed to get a girl, and that any activity other than intercourse was "queer." I, of course, knew better. I was interested in heterosexual activity but did not know how to go about starting it.
Later in college I started dating this girl who was very interested in sex. We soon started masturbating each other to climax on each date. I learned to bring cleanup materials in the car so we could go home without showing signs of our activities. This activity led to intercourse with her upon a few occasions. I was very worried at that time about pregnancy and used condoms for birth control. The sex was not very great, as I had to be very careful. I am sure she did not get much pleasure from it all. I would always masturbate her to climax after intercourse, as I could not stimulate her enough during intercourse. I still see this woman upon occasion but never mention it at all. I think she pretends it never happened.
I went far away from my home for graduate school, and while there I had various sexual encounters — some with the opposite sex, and some with other males. I was very busy but managed a decent sex life outside my studies. The library had various places to masturbate or engage in sex with all sorts of university people, some of them even faculty types. All the while, I was masturbating alone in my room almost every night and sometimes several times a day. I used it to relieve stress.
After graduate school, I met a girl to whom I became attached. We married and had a rather disappointing sex life. I think she had been abused by her father and was not really into sexual things. We later divorced. I relieved myself with masturbation and continued to seek out places to meet others with whom I could mutually masturbate.
I subsequently met and married a woman with whom I have a successful and satisfying sex life. We mutually masturbate and have all sorts of sexual romps. We have been married over 15 years now. I continue to masturbate upon occasion and enjoy it without any remorse about either my past sex life or my present activities. With the age of rampant sexual disease I have limited my sexual contact, though if the occasion lends itself I do sometimes watch as someone else masturbates, but I don't let others touch me nor do I touch them in any way, always being careful about bodily fluids. I usually do some sort of masturbation or intercourse each day. I have learned that pleasure comes better without ejaculation each time. I have read and follow a book called The Multi-Orgasmic Man. I recommend it to anyone interested in prolonging their sexuality. I am now nearing 60 years old and enjoy masturbation past and present.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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