Part Three of a four-part series; read Part One or Part Two.

My work took me away from home quite frequently, sometimes for several months. Then masturbation became my only sexual outlet, and my imagination began to work and I tried a number of new methods. One was taking half a loaf of bread, making a hole just the diameter of my penis, and putting a plastic bag inside the hole and then wrapping it around the half-loaf. I took this to bed with me and it served as an excellent mock vagina. After ejaculating I left the sperm-filled bread by the side of the bed, and in the morning I masturbated with it again, the previous night's sperm acting as an arousing lubricant. I also discovered in a book a masturbatory method that involved crouching down on my heels and tucking my erect penis between them and bouncing up and down. This worked best with a lubricant, or in the bath with soap. Another method involved lying on my back with my knees tucked up to my waist and then putting my penis between my knees — and squeezing!

Perhaps the height of my masturbatory ingenuity was the method I used inspired by my frustration at not being able to suck my own penis, something I had done in a wet dream. As second best, I would lie on the bed or floor and throw my legs back over my head, so that my penis was directly above my mouth. I would then masturbate, ejaculating directly into my mouth. When on my own for several months, staying in a hotel, I would treat myself to long, relaxed masturbating sessions when I would relax naked on the bed in front of a mirror and caress myself for as long as possible without reaching orgasm.

I transformed some of the above masturbatory methods into a rhyme:

Wanks for the Memory
Relaxed, I lie upon the bed,
My body straight, my legs outspread;
My eyes towards the looking glass,
I stick one finger up my arse.
The other hand goes to my pr*ck,
And when it's straight and getting thick,
I put some oil upon the crown
And then I rub it up and down
Gently, until it's getting thicker,
And then I start to rub it quicker.
When the juices start to come,
I wipe them off with my left thumb,
Which I then suck — oh, what a taste,
A nectar sweet, too good to waste.
Now I stand up and walk around,
And then I lie upon the ground
And rub my pr*ck against the rug —
How soft it is, how smooth, how snug.
O, it's too much! I'm going to come —
Once more my finger's in my bum —
No, no — not yet, not quite so fast!
I want this wank to last and last —
I stand up and in the mirror glance
And once more round the room I prance.
I crouch, my pr*ck between my heels —
Bounce up and down — how good it feels!
Oh, things are coming to a head;
Throbbing, I lie upon the bed
And throw my legs back o'er my hips,
So my pr*ck is right above my lips.
My hand moves faster and my left thumb
Goes deeper and deeper up my bum.
I'm coming now! The sperm is flung
Into my mouth, right on my tongue!
Oh how blissful — what a joy!
Thank God I'm such a naughty boy!

Both in London and on trips abroad, I discovered the joys of pornographic cinemas. I would have an erection for most of the film but tried to keep my orgasm until the end of the film. I would then ejaculate in my pants — sometimes with manual aid, sometimes without it. Occasionally I would put on a condom before the film, ejaculate into it, and then leave it hanging in the toilet, full of sperm. When I was wearing a condom I did not wear underpants, and I cut a hole in my trousers' left-hand pocket so I could touch and rub my penis directly. I also frequented pornographic cinemas in Paris and in Munich, as well as porno-film booths where one could watch about 10 minutes of a film for a pound or so — long enough to get aroused and to masturbate to orgasm. In Munich I first experienced a peep-show, which entailed going into a small booth, putting money into a slot, which opened a small window revealing a naked girl in a sexy pose or, sometimes, playing with herself. The plastic bag with sperm-soaked tissues in it made it clear what had to be done, so of course I did it! In London there were peep-shows where the girl would approach the window and ask if I wanted her to be "naughty." This meant slipping her extra money through the slot, after which she would masturbate, sometimes close to the window. I of course masturbated at the same time, ejaculating onto the wall and floor of the booth. Once, about half-an-hour after leaving such a peep-show, I noticed that one shoe was covered with sperm!

But back to the porno cinemas. I had read in books that men masturbated openly in such cinemas, but I never experienced it until I started going to a very seedy cinema club near Kings Cross. To start with I just masturbated secretly as before, but one day I was surprised to look down and see the man next to me stroking a half-erect penis! He moved away from me and sat nearer the screen, openly masturbating, without ejaculating, but continually wiping the juices from his penis with a tissue. I ejaculated in my pants long before the end. Eventually I realized the place for open masturbation was the back row, so I went there. Nearly everyone there had their penises out, some masturbating gently and subtly, others making a great show of it. Some were masturbating each other. It didn't take long for me to join them, but I found myself ejaculating very, very quickly, so I tended to spend the first hour in the front row and then retire to the back. I usually slipped a condom on my penis just before orgasm to avoid a wet, sticky mess, but I did not always succeed. There were men who wanted to masturbate me, but I shunned that, largely because I was so turned on that I knew I would ejaculate in a matter of seconds! I once started playing with the penis of a rather fat, greasy man next to me, but when he tried to grab hold of mine, I left. Then, one day, I was sitting next to quite a respectable man who was happily masturbating and watching the film. I tentatively stretched out my hand and touched his penis. He did not seem to have anything against this, so I took hold of it and started masturbating him. He obviously enjoyed this and sat back and relaxed. Then I could feel him throbbing — he gave out a very quiet cry and ejaculated, his sperm flying all over his trousers, his jacket, and my hand. He wiped off the sperm, buttoned up his trousers and continued to watch the film. I had already masturbated once, earlier, in the front row, but I was ready for another orgasm and continued to masturbate myself, ejaculating into my handkerchief.

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