When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about having complete control of my girlfriend, or any female I thought was sexy. That included about anyone who had the faintest hint of boobs. I would fantasize that my girl would be tied to my bed in any position I wanted and I could do anything I wanted whenever I wanted. Given the amount of time I spent masturbating, whenever could just as easily be called always.
I loved to masturbate. Actually I still do. Sex with another person is at the least fantastic, and at best, mind blowing. But, there is the mystique of the act of masturbating. No matter how close you are to another person, you are the only one who knows just exactly what to do to get the absolute most pleasure out of your penis. When you are stroking your cock, you alone know how much pressure is just right, how firm or soft you want to hold it, how fast or how slow you feel like stroking it to get the maximum intensity. There have been times when I have spent literally hours, in what I call masturbatory foreplay. Sometimes it starts in the shower. I will work up a really good lather on my cock and just enjoy the silky feeling of my hand and the soap on my cock. I will get a really good hard on and get right to the point of cumming, then stop and continue when the feeling has receded a bit. Sometimes I will get totally naked and just jack off with no aids. Sometimes I will use a toy of some sort. Maybe a penis sleeve with a really slippery lubricant, or a vibrator.
The main goal is to use whatever form of masturbation I have chosen to get as close to cumming as I can without actually ejaculating. I will stroke it until that feeling is imminent. Just one more stroke and it will be over and then stop. I can do that sometimes for hours. It is like getting to that orgasmic peak and then riding it until I can't stand it any more. Sometimes it gets to the point where the only stimulation I need is a good breeze blowing on my cock to make me explode.
The point is, no one else knows when to back off and let the feeling recede a bit. You are the only one who can do it just right.
But back to my fantasies.
Sometimes I would fantasize about a certain girl in my class. She didn't know I existed, so I had no conscience in dreaming up things I could do to Sharon. Sometimes she would be tied to my bed naked, and I would play with her boobs, and touch her "private" spot. Maybe I would even find something to insert in her pussy.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I found out another boy in my class liked her too, and he told me of some of the things he would like to do to her if she were at his mercy.
We would go up to his room after school or on the weekends. His parents were hardly ever home, and we would tell each other what we would like to do to Sharon. It wasn't long before we both discovered that our fantasies always made each other extremely horny and we began to "show each other" our hard-ons. Naturally, soon after that we were masturbating in front of each other. After that, we started getting more daring and intimate with each other.
One day, Paul suggested that we could act out some of the things we would do to Sharon if we had the chance, with each other. Being as many of our fantasies involved having her tied to the bed, it was somewhat difficult deciding just who would be tied up first, and who would be the tyee. We decided to flip a coin and it turned out that I would be tied up first. He told me I had to get totally naked and then he would tie be to the bed. The anticipation and excitement of the idea had me hard already. I got totally naked and lay down on his bed. He got plenty of rope and began to tie me spread eagle on the bed. Both of my hands stretched over my head and tied to each leg of his headboard, and each of my legs tied tightly to the legs at the foot of the bed. I remember thinking how this was really exciting, but a little scary too. The first thing he did was to slowly give me a very light finger tip massage all over my body but staying away from my cock. The feeling was intense and the anticipation was delicious because I knew that we were finally at the point where we probably would be touching each others cocks. I knew that I had gotten to that point and I thought Paul had too, but we had never actually gone that far.
He then started tickling me and I was absolutely helpless to stop him. Fortunately he wasn't mean and didn't take it to extremes but it was that helpless feeling that contributed to the excitement. When he finished tickling me, he said he was going to show me what he did sometimes to himself and that it felt really good. He took a sheet and covered me up with it. Then he tucked the sheet up under my hard on so it was like my dick was a sandwich between to layers of sheet. He then took the two layers of sheet and started sliding them sideways across the head of my dick. It was then that I realized just how painfully sensitive my cock head was. I told him to stop because it hurt, and he just kept doing it, but lighter. Not so much pressure on my glans, but it was still almost torture. In one aspect it felt absolutely intense, but in another it was really too much. He then took the sheet and just laid it over my cock which was by now harder that it had ever been before. (And I always had very hard erections. Standing almost straight up almost touching my abdomen.) Then he started slowly pulling the sheet down my body so that the only pressure on my cock was the weight of the sheet. Oh my God!!! It was heavenly. The sheet was rubbing just on the sensitive nerves running along the underside of my cock from the head down the shaft. I was ready to explode after about the fourth pass of the sheet along the length of my cock. I told him I was ready to jizz and he just stopped and lifted the sheet off my naked body. He got up and left the room.
Now I'm wondering what's going on? I'm spread eagled on his bed, unable to move and he just leaves? Pretty soon he came back and he had some of his mother's hand lotion. He stood over me and held the bottle of lotion over my body and started to dribble lotion down my chest until it reached my cock and then he totally covered my cock with the lotion. He then took his finger and traced a line down my chest through the dribbles of lotion until he came to my cock. By this time the anticipation was almost to the point where I was going to have to cum soon or my prick would just blow up. He took both his hands and sandwiched my cock between them with all that lotion and started to slide his hands up and down the shaft. I lasted about three strokes and had the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my young life. It was a good thing his parents were not home, because I am sure they would have heard me groaning all the way downstairs.
I believe that experience is what started me on my quest for the ultimate orgasm. I know it taught me that I could get on the edge of an orgasm and keep myself there indefinitely (with practice) until I chose to explode.
Over the years I have tried to let my partner of the moment masturbate me like I do myself, and no one knows. Not even my wife of 24 years. She is multi-orgasmic and we have a fantastic sex life, but I still like masturbating with a buddy when I get the chance.
I guess that might be another story.