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How I Learned To Masturbate Supplement Eight
- Mark
"I remember exactly when I discovered masturbation. It was 1978 and I was twelve. I was up in my room listening to the radio. Disco was all the rage. There was a song, Musique's "In the Bush," that was as suggestive as radio got. I was jumping around in my seat at my desk and I guess I was becoming aware of the suggestion. I remember I had my hand down in my pants and was jerking my limp dick in time to the song. My index finger hit my naked pee hole, I'm cut, and it gave me a charge that went straight to my brain. I stopped for a second, as if I couldn't believe the sensation from my dick, then I went back to fingering my pee hole and jerking fast. I was erect in an instant. Within thirty seconds I got a breathless feeling and my balls, butt and dick went into waves of pleasure pulsing through my 3-incher! Whoa! What was that? I actually didn't do it again until a few hours later that day. Same thing happened in, at most, two minutes. I spent hours "listening to the radio" after that, fingering my dick to orgasm after orgasm. I would get a dozen over an hour session.
This led to me fingering my dick from outside my pants, just rubbing my half hard dick up and down in my underwear. I did this watching TV and did it in school under the desk until I got called out by a friend sitting next to me. I think I was only half conscious of doing this because it wasn't to orgasm, just stimulation. Before I got called on this I did go to the boy's room and jerk myself off a few times but I didn't like doing it just once, I wanted to do it over and over like at home and I couldn't be out of class that long or the teacher would notice. I only went in school because I needed to relieve the tension. I did it on the bus going home from school, too but I had to do this only on the days when my Mom wasn't waiting for me to do some chores, otherwise I would be wound up and wanting relief in the worst way possible!
All this went on for a few months. Then my pulsing got more and more intense for about a week before clear fluid came out. My ability to go from orgasm to orgasm diminished and I was only able to get three "comes" before it was too much for my prostate. My come got creamy by the time I was thirteen and I was jerking in the traditional way mostly, not on my pee hole for very long. The come shots were way more intense and one was all I wanted at this point, although I did it two or three times a day."
- Randall
"My first sexual memory was showing myself naked to my buddy Charlie, a round-eyed innocent – NOT! He got me to do it and then did it with me. Charlie was quiet but smart and smart enough to keep his mouth shut. We were seven and did it in his room, my room, and secret places outside. Sometimes we got completely naked and sometimes we just took our pants down. We did touch each other and play with our "willies" as we called them. Technically we masturbated each other but it wasn't to anything close to orgasm, didn't have one of those until I was nine. We did more. We got our "willies" hard and rubbed them on the edge of his bed and on a chair. I think Charlie was getting more enjoyment than I was looking back at it now. We did way, way more kinky stuff like touching a dog's balls and tasting and drinking each other's pee! Charlie was a libertine of the first order for first grade.
My first real masturbation was with two "older" boys in fourth grade; they were ten and I was nine. Jack and Jon, they were the bad boys of our grade. Jack was at the beginning of adolescence, he was the tallest in our class. He had the biggest dick, too. It was "dick" now not "willy." Jon asked me to show in the boys room and I did and he did too. He asked what I was doing after school and I said "nothing." He said he was going with Jack into the woods and asked if I wanted to come. I said "yeah" but I knew something more was up. Jon told Jack and we met up and headed back in the woods near the school. Jon said that he and Jack were going to "jack off" (the first I heard that term and I thought it was something Jack came up with!), and I could do it too if I wanted.
They unzipped and took out their dicks. I was impressed by Jack's size. I went along and copied what they were doing. Jack got off first, you could see his dick and balls get tensed up, no come that I saw. Jon, whose dick wasn't more developed than mine, did get off and they told me how to get off too. It took some time and it was more a buildup of tension than orgasm that first time for me. I figure it was because I was nine and not near adolescence but it took a number of times to get the hang of it. I did this with those two several more times before Jon got us all in trouble breaking windows and I wasn't allowed to play with them anymore.
I know they did more and more sexual things together; Jon got a reputation, more for being crazy enough to try anything more than being gay. He later got into drugs and Jack did too but not as much as Jon. I went back to Charlie's method of humping the bed and chairs at age ten, adolescence was starting for me. I started "getting off" with more intensity doing it this way until I started getting clear come at around eleven. Soon, I was jacking and humping daily and that was how I got into masturbation."
- Harold
"When I was a little kid I would hold my glans in my foreskin for comfort I guess. I would move it back and forth but with no erection. I would say it was masturbation but not sexual exactly. It wasn't until I was eight or nine that my foreskin was loose enough to retract behind my ridge. I would push it over and back and then roll it forward, usually slowly but sometimes fast; this would stimulate my corona for a prickly sensation, not usually with an erection but sometimes. By nine I was masturbating with a full erection whenever I could have alone time. Touching my balls became a source of pleasure now as well. I came just before my twelfth birthday."
- Alberto
"I can remember the exact day I learned about masturbation. I was in my eleventh year. There was a gang of older boys, twelve and thirteen, in our town that had a club. It had existed forever, which to a kid means more than a couple of years. Little kids in primary school were scared of these boys. It was widely said they would tie you up and "torture" you if they got you. Nothing happened that we saw, it was just intimidation now and then and exaggerated stories that became rumors of what would happen if these boys "got you."
There was a boy, Diego, a year older than me, from my street that it was known had been "gotten." I had played with him in the past and I knew him to be a regular kid. The strange thing was even though he had "been gotten" he was now hanging around with those boys and seemed to be in the gang. This led me to question the rumors, at least in my mind. Another boy was very positive that Diego was now "dangerous."
It was a short time later that I had, a chance meeting with Diego. He was just like I remembered him, friendly and we had a normal conversation. I indirectly asked about what I had heard and he said he couldn't talk about it but that I might "find out." It sounded like a threat and yet it didn't.
About a week after this on a Saturday, after I was out playing, I was coming home by myself. I passed behind our school on a dirt path through the woods when I saw the gang of boys farther down the hill. I was startled, stopped dead in my steps and was fearful. Were they waiting to "get" a victim? I thought about running but I would have to go back up the hill and try to outrun them for some distance. They knew I was timid as I stopped. I got my courage and went on. I got closer. Diego was there with them and he called me, "Hey, Alberto. Come with us."
There was nothing I could do. They got me and now I was going to be tortured. I was truly scared. They surrounded me and we walked to a crumbling building down in the old section outside of our town. My mind was racing with thoughts. When we got to the building I started to beg but they grabbed me by both arms and pulled me inside. In the upstairs was their club, there were scrap chairs, a sofa and a table. Trash was all over including beer bottles. Near the back wall was some rope hanging from the rafters. I was trembling.
I was told that I was going to go through "The Ceremony." I had no choice and that if I talked I would be "taken care of." If I made it through "The Ceremony" and didn't talk I might be considered for joining the club. I was tied at the wrists with my arms spread above my head. "The Ceremony" happened slowly with pauses for the enjoyment of the audience. There were taunts and jeers. After being tied, my shirt was pulled up and over my neck exposing my body. Some boys grabbed me and handled my torso roughly. I was rudely asked if I were a girl or a boy. Then my belt was undone. I knew I was going to be stripped down and my boyhood exposed.
My trousers came down and then my pants. More insults and some boys exposed themselves. "Here is what a man looks like." Several boys were hard. Their penises were bigger and I saw pubic hair on some of the boys. They handled their penises and took turns "torturing" me. They played with my penis and testicles asking if I could "get hard." I did get hard. Some pinched my bottom and said rude things. A boy or two stuck a finger in my anus. Some pinched my nipples hard and I cried out in pain.
This was having an effect on the gang and the boys now masturbated openly. I watched this with keen interest. They said things to me that I didn't understand. I felt fear and excitement. One boy with a large penis called out, "I'm going to shoot." I watched what was happening in front of me. The other boys looked on. The boy masturbated with violence then grunted as white spurts erupted from his penis. I hardly had time to consider this before the groping went on and another boy came to orgasm.
Some boys put their erections on my bottom and said rude things. Some wiped their semen on my bottom and penis after coming. I was being masturbated and I was caught up in their excitement. They tried to get me to orgasm. I didn't orgasm but I was groaning and enjoying the expert attention to my hard penis. I learned what to do and expect from masturbation and later I did this in my bedroom reliving the events of that afternoon in my thoughts. I very soon had orgasms and it was only months before I started producing some semen.
When it was over I was released and told not to tell what happened. Diego would be watching me and if I didn't tell I might be contacted later. I didn't tell. I wanted to do more sex. Over the next two months I was initiated into the gang. We had over a dozen boys at one time in the club. There was a constant changeover in the club with boys between the ages of eleven and thirteen. It was talked about which boys in our town were ready for it and picked new members who we knew wouldn't talk."
- Heinz
"I started at ten. I would take off my clothes in my bedroom and play with my penis while doing so. I would make it do tricks like jump up and down. I made a pile of my bed linens and blanket and rode it with pleasure. Whether rubbing the mound of linen or masturbating with my hand, when I had an immature orgasm it came on suddenly and was very painful. My small, hairless testicles would be pulled up very tightly. I would do it three to six times and it was always a balance of pleasure to pain. I would spend a half an hour or more masturbating but it was a very casual pace when I was young. I didn't turn to mature focused masturbating until twelve and I would come in minutes.
I mutually masturbated several times with a friend. We were thirteen and in orchestra together. He could still get three or four orgasms. He would only get three mainly clear jets the first time. The next two or three orgasms would be dry. I could tell he was getting another because under his scrotum would jump. He played the clarinet in the orchestra. He masturbated with two hands and used only his fingers like he was playing a clarinet!"
- Marc
"I was from a big family. I always pulled my penis out of the side of my shorts to pee so my sisters wouldn't see. I masturbated the same way, two fingers and my thumb to stroke in my shorts and then pulling it out the side to shoot into the toilet to hide my come. I did it this way 90% of the time. I only got totally naked when I knew I was going to be alone and I still did it quick, five minutes tops." (conversation)
- Spike
"I was 11 years old in the 5th grade when I discovered my dick. By mistake. In the shower somehow I brushed the tip of my wiener and felt something. I brushed it again more deliberately and it felt even better. What was this??
I started brushing the tip lightly with my palm. I discovered if I did this long enough I would get the feeling of a peak of pleasure. I was climaxing at 11 and didn't even know it.
During showers, I developed the routine of holding my cut 3 inch dick in my left hand and rubbing the tip with my right palm. Having no idea of lubrication and so forth, this required being in the shower and lubricated by water or soap. In the 70s growing up, we had one bathroom used by the whole family. If you were just showering, it was entirely possible someone else could come in and use the sink or toilet. I must have been occupied with my intense rubbing, possibly making a sound while doing it, because one time the shower curtain flew open and there was my mother, with an indignant look and an odd "you've been lying to US!!" Apparently when I was younger I was told of the evils of playing with myself and how God didn't like it. I assured them I didn't play with my thing, because at the time, I didn't! I didn't even connect these earlier conversations with what I was doing in the shower until after she said this. There must have been some awkward conversation with my Dad when he got home, which I don't remember, and after that I guess things were back to normal. Meaning I continued doing it, but never ended up getting caught again.
In fact, I started doing it in class. In 5th grade I would rub the underside of my thing through my jeans pocket to a climax thinking no one would notice ... the teacher HAD to know what I was doing. Dry cums for me were just very momentary peaks of pleasure that went away fast. As such, I could have 2 or 3 in a session with no recovery time like you need with an ejaculation. Fortunately, I grew out of doing this before I entered junior high.
Oddly, I can't remember the first time I shot cum. This was probably due to my method which had switched from the shower to in bed under the covers, for reasons explained earlier. I would use spit or water to moisten my palm, hold it flat and rub away across the tip of my penis. So being in the shower or if in bed, my saliva or the water I was using must have hidden any initial drops of clear boycum I started releasing. Also, by 6th grade we had begun sex education and I knew at some point I would begin releasing some kind of fluid.
This was also around the time I learned about the universal 'jack off' up and down grip method. This may have been obvious to other boys, but information about masturbation was kind of vague in books I had access to. The boys at school would make this up and down fist motion to represent jacking off (which I found out this was called.) I never understood WHY this meant jacking off, because I rubbed the head of my dick. Eventually I put it together and made a fist around my now a little longer dick and moved it up and down. OH! THIS is how everybody does this. Somewhere around 13 I started releasing my fluid and I transitioned to doing it on the toilet from then on with toilet paper at the ready. If you were on the toilet, you could lock the bathroom door, so this became my time to jack one out. I would cum into some toilet paper or right into the bowl. Eventually, I found out using Vaseline or lotion was even better and that became regularly incorporated into the routine. Because I was jacking off pretty much daily from around age 11, I only had 2 or 3 wet dreams ever, when I was 14-15.
By the time I was 16, I had reached my adult size and grew underarm hair. We had moved and I had a separate bathroom shared with my brother. I caught him a couple of times, but he never caught me. With our own bathroom, I could release my now abundant load of cum into the sink, let it shoot up my belly or bust it out when taking a shower. Take that, MOM! I even got the idea to taste it once, and stuck my tongue into a pool of it in my palm. I didn't think much of the taste, and didn't think about doing that for a number of years later."
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