Part Two of a three-part series; read Part One.

As I remember it, I didn't masturbate every day in the beginning, but I got well acquainted with masturbation during the summer vacation. I quickly learned to keep stroking until the orgasm faded out, and I also learned to have a small stock of paper towel or toilet paper readily available at a secret place in my room.

When school started again after the summer vacation, I was invited to spend the night with a classmate. We had done this earlier, and apart from doing homework and playing cowboys and Indians we had also played sexual games now and then. This had mostly been comparison of penises, touching each other, etc., so we were familiar with each other's private parts. On this occasion I very much looked forward to sharing my newly discovered secret with him, although I was too shy to just blurt it out. It was not until we were in bed at night and the light was out that we started talking about sex. We both admitted to having an erection, and I asked him if he had tried to ejaculate. It turned out that he too had learned it just before the summer vacation and that he had been masturbating regularly ever since. We talked about masturbation for a while, how it felt, etc., and while we were talking I stroked quietly under the quilt. I badly wanted to ejaculate, but I was still too shy to just do it. Finally I asked him if we should do it together. I clearly remember him saying in an intense voice, "It's too late..." Seconds later I turned onto my side and ejaculated onto the wall.

This was the beginning of a new friendship in which masturbation played an important part. After that night we had no reservations with each other -- we were completely open and frank about it. Most of the times we did it together, but if one of us felt the urge and the other didn't, it was completely natural for us to do it while the other was watching. We both saw masturbation as a joy and a fine lonesome activity, but also one that could be shared. We were fully aware that this was a big secret, but apart from that we felt no guilt whatsoever, and the fact that we were somewhat intimate did not make us feel gay. In fact I don't think either of us even knew the word. We were together at least one afternoon a week, and we would spend the night at each other's about once every 2 weeks. In the afternoons after school we would go to the room, pretending to do homework, but the first thing we would do was masturbate together. This was often repeated -- often more than once. The best, however, was when we could spend the night together. On these occasions we saved our energy until nighttime (it was sometimes hard to wait that long), where we would say good night to the folks, go to the room, and lock the door. Then we would strip completely naked and go to the same bed, where we would do petting and mutual masturbation. This period lasted throughout the 7th grade, after which we went to separate schools, and the friendship faded out.

Although I am completely straight and have no desire to repeat this experience, I think back on this period as one of my best, sexually speaking. It was one of the most uncomplicated relationships I've ever had, and I learned a lot from this. The sexual differencesbetween us, for example, were interesting: My favorite way of doing it was (and still is) to lie down with as many pillows behind my back as I could find, legs wide spread and using fast strokes. My friend's favorite position was lying flat on his back, legs tight together, using slow strokes. He got to orgasm quickly and could do it much faster and twice as often as I could -- an ability I envied. I on the other hand could shoot my semen several feet -- an ability he envied. When we were in bed together I often masturbated him to ejaculation, but I -- although I liked him touching me -- had to finish off myself.

In high school all my classmates were new to me, and the whole atmosphere amongst the students was completely different from before. Sex was discussed more openly and joked about more, and it was more or less a public secret that boys masturbated. I probably knew in theory that girls could do it as well, but I had never heard or known about any who did. However, one of the girls had earned a very embarrassing nickname ("Candle") -- she had masturbated with a candle while her girlfriend was watching, and once the two came on bad terms, the girlfriend told the story to anybody who cared to listen. It was a tremendous turn-on imagining this girl masturbating with a candle, and that added a lot of inspiration to my own masturbation sessions.

My masturbation habits as a schoolboy were fairly regular. It was the first thing I would do after coming home from school, and I would often repeat it later at bedtime. In the weekend I would sometimes do it in the morning when I woke up. My favorite and most private place was my room, although there was always a risk my mom might come and knock on the door. For that reason I seldom stripped completely naked unless I was absolutely sure I would not be disturbed. In the summertime I often did it in some of my secret places, of which I had many. The hay-loft was my favorite, but there was also a cave in a gravel pit and a corn field where I would go for total privacy. I did not experiment much with masturbation techniques, as I was fairly happy with the hand method, but on one occasion I tried to do it in the shower holding my penis head in the water flow. This caused an almost unbearable tickling sensation, and it took an enormous amount of concentration and time to reach orgasm. Afterwards I experienced pain in the urethra for a while, so I did not repeat that method. On one occasion I tried to see how many times I could masturbate in one day (I reached 6), but my average frequency was about 2, mostly varying from 1 to 3.

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