I am 20 years old, and although my road down the beginning of life's sexual path isn't as exciting as some other people's, I still have an interesting story to tell. My story begins when I was about 10 years old. I believe I had just started middle school and had our first health class (a.k.a. sex ed). At the time I wished I had paid more attention in that class, because one day one of my soccer teammates (a friend about 11 years old) asked if I had ever ejaculated. I stood there trying to think — first, what "ejaculate" meant, and second, if I had ever done it. Since he was a good friend of mine, he told me he would explain more to me after practice on the weekend (our usual hangout time).
Before meeting with him that weekend, I looked up "ejaculate" in the dictionary and got only one definition: "To exclaim." This definition was obviously not what my friend meant. He explained that ejaculation was what happened when a guy let semen out of his penis. I was a little slow in understanding what exactly he meant by letting semen out, so he told me to follow him into the bathroom and he would show me. He was circumcised like I was, and he proceeded to masturbate with the "Fist" technique until he ejaculated a little. Since I was viewing him and only seeing his reactions, I was a little freaked out by it — but I was also interested in doing it myself.
I tried mimicking his actions by myself later that night, and the next, with no success. I didn't know if I was doing something wrong or if I just wasn't able to do it. By the 4th day of trying, I simply gave up and told my friend I was unable to do it. Determined to help me out, he agreed to come over to my house the next weekend and try it again. That next weekend, instead of masturbating solo, he insisted on trying to masturbate me. At first I was uneasy about it, but I was desperate to experience what he had, so I agreed. He began masturbating me with the "Fist" technique he had shown me, and I saw how exactly he made the up-and-down movements. He told me to relax and just let things flow, and I tried just that. After a few minutes of letting him correctly masturbate me, I orgasmed — without ejaculating. The feeling, though, was overwhelming, and I accidentally almost hit him during the peak of my orgasm. He congratulated me on my first orgasm and said it was my turn to practice on him. After recovering for a second, I then attempted the technique on him like he had done on me. At first, he had to coach me on the correct grip and the amount of pressure to use. After getting that straightened out, I continued until I saw the same (yet more powerful) convulsions occur from him, followed by a larger ejaculation than the prior one. After both of us were finished, I couldn't wait to get home and try out my newfound skill. Later the next day I was happy to successfully orgasm by myself without someone else's help. I was thankful to my friend, and we continued to masturbate together and solo for the rest of the school year. Sadly, his family moved away to California at the end of that year, and I wasn't able to stay in touch with him. I was pleasantly surprised one session while masturbating, though, that I was now capable of ejaculating small quantities of semen.
Moving on from the end of middle school to the beginning of freshman year in high school, I became more aware of the sexual cycle of life, and more important, how to focus in on my sexual urges. My family was oblivious to the changes I was going through, so the necessity to keep my masturbation private was important. I found comfort in enjoying myself in the bathroom, but I yearned for a change in environment.
Around this time, my family had an in-ground pool put in. When it opened in the summer, I spent hours on end swimming there. One night, I purposely swam past the water jet and felt the great pleasure of the forceful water on my trunks. I planned for a time, when no one was going to be home and no neighbors were going to be around, to skinny-dip in the pool. The sheer pleasure of swimming naked was enough to make me almost orgasm — but I waited until I positioned myself close to the water jet. I moved around letting the water hit upon all areas of both my penis and testicles. After about 30 minutes of massaging pleasure, I forcefully ejaculated into the water. That feeling has surpassed even the most intense orgasms I have today. After that night, I struggled to find every excuse I could to stay at home and have a chance to swim.
Ufortunately our pool was able to stay open only from late spring to early fall. During the cold months of October through March I was desperate for some fraction of the pleasure I experienced from masturbating in the pool. Only in December did I find an acceptable alternative. After shoveling snow for money one day, I went to my room and raised the temperature to 80 degrees in order to warm up. I took off all my wet clothes and lay down on my bed. As the temperature rose, I began to become increasingly horny, and my mind wondered. Somewhere between thinking about some senior girls at school and some quick sex scenes on TV, I unwittingly began humping the warm blankets and pillows beside me. I continued until I experienced a very intense orgasm that I had not had in quite a while. From then on, I continued to use warm blankets and pillows in the winter seasons, the pool in the summer seasons, and the regular "Fist" technique periodically during both.
Toward sophomore and junior year of high school, I was introduced to more groups of female friends, and every thought about them fueled my memorable orgasms of the time. Up until the beginning of junior year, I had masturbated only with the techniques I had discovered or been taught. However, talking again to some of my more experienced friends, I stumbled upon more information — in particular, techniques similar to JackinWorld's "Rosy Palm," the "Backhand," and others. Modifying these techniques to fit my own personal style was both fun and rewarding. By the time I was ready for sex in senior year of high school, I was knowledgeable in holding out, extending orgasm time, and using lubes and condoms.
I looked highly on my ability to pleasure myself and retained no guilt for the actions I indulged in. This attitude was helpful in adapting to college life after high school. Adjusting to the roommate situation didn't take long for me. I believe we were both relieved to get it out in the open quickly. Although we didn't engage in anything together, we were cool about whatever the other guy did by himself or with someone else. If we needed to share condoms, lube, or other items, we always made sure to replenish the amount whenever possible. This helped our friendship and caused us to want to remain roommates when we moved into a college apartment the next year.
Currently, I still have my best friend as a roommate, and we still openly share wild stories about sex and masturbation. He's been using JackinWorld for quite a while now and mentioned it to me only a couple of months ago. We both visit JackinWorld daily to read up on all the techniques and news. I feel I have learned much from the time when I believed ejaculation was a synonym for exclamation. I will continue to search for a technique or method that feels and results as good as that experienced in the pool — however, until then I will still enjoy the great pleasure that is masturbation.
I have only one last thing to tell people, and that is my favorite saying, by Julius Caesar: "Veni, Vidi, Vici" — I came, I saw, I conquered.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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Veni, Vidi, Vici
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