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

For the next several years after my summer with Steve, I masturbated whenever I could — at least once a day, usually 2, sometimes more. The funny thing is I abstained on Sundays, somehow figuring it wasn't right to do it on the day I went to church. Yet I don't remember any reference to masturbation being a sin in our church (Presbyterian), like you hear so much about with the Catholic and other churches. I just had this little self-imposed guilt trip! The one good thing about this abstaining habit was that my next session, on Monday, was noticeably better than normal, from the buildup all day Sunday, when I thought about it frequently, being tempted to give in and masturbate wildly. I stopped this self-imposed abstention probably when I was 15 or so, when I realized that often Sunday provided some of the best opportunities to engage in long, drawn out sessions, since I had more free time than on most other days.

The year after my summer with Steve, another cousin came to stay. He was 11 at the time — I was almost 13. I thought back on how Steve had taught me to masturbate, and thought I might do Jim the same favor, since I had fond memories of all that. I was hesitant, so I decided to wait a day or so to see what worked out. The first night was uneventful. It was warm, so all we both had on were shortie PJs. I could see a faint bulge in Jim's crotch, and I wondered if he knew what to do with it. He fell asleep before I did, and when I was sure he was sound asleep, I masturbated.

The next night while we were talking, Jim led the way down the path I was considering taking. He asked me if it felt good when I rubbed my thing against the bed. I was really surprised, and of course excited. I said I knew what he was talking about, and I asked if he wanted to do it then. He said yes, so we both looked at each other sheepishly, and pulled off our PJs. We each grabbed our pillow and went to it. I hadn't done it that way for a long time, and it felt really good, especially with Jim doing it next to me. Over the next several nights, we did that a lot, and I even showed him how to masturbate with his hand. We ended up doing it to each other by hand once a day, and using our pillows for another daily exercise.

During this time I had experiences with other friends of the same age. Most were of mutual masturbation, triggered by a crude version of strip poker we made up. The one I remember best was one day when Mike was at my house, and we played poker, with the proviso that the loser (the guy who lost all his clothes first) had to lie still and the winner got to do whatever he could to get him to flinch. That resulted in Mike getting naked first, and me, after tickling him for a while, masturbating him to completion. Then he returned the favor. He didn't "shoot" when he ejaculated; his semen just dribbled out. Mine shot pretty far, particularly when I did it with someone else. We did that on probably a dozen occasions.

Billy was a friend I wanted to have sex play with, but never did. When in 7th grade, Billy was hit by a car and was in a body cast for several months. His cast had a triangle cut out at the crotch so he could go to the bathroom, and it was covered only by a loose piece of gauze. I used to visit every day, hoping the gauze would slip so I could see his penis, but it never did. I also hoped he would ask for the bedpan while I was there so I could see, but he didn't. I had fantasies of him asking me to masturbate him in bed, since he couldn't reach well with the cast on, but of course that never happened, either. I tried to lead the conversation in that direction a few times, but he was very modest, and I never got past a very brief conversation about how it must have been hard to masturbate in his current situation. I made a remark about how good it felt, and he replied that "it doesn't, really." Though I knew he was only covering up, it excited me to know that he acknowledged masturbating.

At Boy Scout camp when I was 13, we swam a lot, and I always sneaked looks as Billy undressed. The looks always were fast, since he was careful not to let himself be seen naked. But one night I really got a big surprise when we were all grab-assing in the tent one night. There were 5 or 6 of us talking about sex, and the conversation drifted to masturbation. Billy jumped up out of his sleeping bag naked, with an erection, and said "give me a cup; I'll fill it up." That was the only direct reference to sex or masturbation I think I ever heard from him, and the only time I ever saw him with an erection. He always slept with pajamas on, so it was obvious he had taken them off to play with himself. I wondered if he did that at other times. I think the result of the incident would have been a circle jerk or something, because all of us were somewhat openly massaging erections, though not exposed, but we were somehow interrupted. I should have followed up on that later, but I never did because I was afraid.

There was, however, a lot of masturbating going on in that tent at night. I could hear faint, rhythmic noises at night after everyone settled down. Sometimes I could tell who it was, sometimes not. And often it was me! I can remember being able to see movements in the sleeping bags of boys near me, and it really turned me on to watch them masturbate, though I could only see slight shadows moving in the darkness. I would be doing it along with them, and I'd ejaculate right after they did.

Another friend during this time (when I was about 13) was Mike (a different Mike), who liked to masturbate with Vaseline, which I had a supply of. For several months he stopped by my house every day on the way home from school. We went up to my room and he masturbated sitting in a chair in front of me in my room. There was never any physical contact between us, but I often masturbated at the same time, while I watched him. I even did it on my pillow a couple of times. I remember being amazed at how big his penis was, and how much semen spurted out when he ejaculated. I liked the feel of Vaseline on my penis, but cleaning up was always a mess.

I used to use Vaseline to grease the bearings on my bicycle wheels, and I can remember a couple of times when I got my fingers all greased up and thought about other uses for Vaseline, and would think about it until I finished with the bike. By that time I would be really turned on, and I'd hide behind something and pull my penis out and masturbate with lots of Vaseline right there in the garage.

I had a pillow in the attic of my garage, and I'd use that when I could — but usually it was either too hot or too cold up there, so I mostly used the one on my bed. The one thing that bothered me about that was the creaking of my bed, so I tried to do it slowly and gently, but mostly when I thought I was alone in the house.

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