Just as a young teen may remember his first home run or his first choir solo, I remember my first solo with my sexuality. It's definitely something that will always be with me. I was in 7th grade at the time, and I was fantasizing about a new friend I had made. Actually, fantasy was only part of the act — I was also occasionally glancing at a Baywatch episode. At this time I was almost completely straight, and the firm breasts really did it for me. I had been getting erections since I could remember, but by this time I knew that I was capable of much more. For months I remember stroking up and down my shaft for a few minutes, getting bored, feeling unaccomplished, and giving up. Now I can't imagine how my raging hormones and hard penis ever let me just *stop* and go to sleep.
So there I was, lying with my shorts around my ankles, my probably small penis (I didn't measure until years later) enclosed in my clenching fist, and going up and down trying to convince myself that I was really having sex. Soon, I was at that bored I-wanna-quit stage, but there was no way I was giving up. I was actually quite worried that something may be wrong with me and I wasn't capable of ejaculating — what a thought! Then it happened. I remember the seconds of buildup and the feeling that something was going to happen. My eyes began to twitch, my toes curled, and then...blast off. I must have had a score of shots flying from my penis. The semen landed everywhere — stomach, chest, hands, pubic hair, and the white sheet on the couch. It's a good thing I had a bit of privacy, because I just lay there for a good two minutes before I was capable of any movement. My heart felt as if I had run a marathon or been scared out of my mind. It just thumped uncontrollably. And then the pain came. Everything about my first orgasm was great, except the amount of stiffness I had put in my legs. I must have been so wrapped up in the act that I induced a Charlie horse in my left leg. I massaged it for a minute and the pain went away (a small price to pay, I think).
I was young, naive, and had no idea what to do with the warm goo strewn all about the premises. I reached behind to the coffee table and grabbed a half-dozen tissues and began wiping. What a project that was. I smelled it, looked at it, and touched it. It was like I had discovered a new element.
Now it was time to face reality. In my paranoid youth, I was certain my parents would know immediately what I had done. I walked down the stairs, thinking about what I had done. My final thought, one shared by many, is that I had become a man: I was able to reproduce.
My masturbating career has been steady since that day, 5 years ago. I remember trying to go to sleep at a friend's house after a night of watching porn and quietly getting myself off under the covers. I still don't know how they went to bed without ever releasing the buildup. I discovered JackinWorld two years after I began masturbating...what a goldmine! At that point, I had still not discussed the universal act with anyone — not even online.
I remember the first time I discussed masturbation with someone; it was also the first time I shared it with anyone. It was a camping trip with a church group (ironic!) on a nearby river. I was grouped with a guy a year younger than I was. It was an unbearably hot night, and we were getting as naked as we possibly could to keep from dying. I reached over and tickled him for some reason; It's one of those things that you don't think anything of until afterwards. Well, he enjoyed it, and I enjoyed providing it. We found various objects and tickled each other's backs and stomachs with them, obviously becoming aroused. This went on for hours, gradually including massaging and rubbing, too. Finally, I brought up "the topic." We both admitted doing it and I proposed we relieve ourselves. And we did. Not in full view — neither of us was comfortable exposing at that time. He ejaculated very quickly, probably in 45 seconds. It took me another minute or so, but it was my best orgasm yet. I had been aroused for so long that my semen was just entirely liquid — no thickness to it at all. After he had gone to sleep and had begun to snore, I went voyaging into his boxers. What turned me on then, and still does today, was his pubic hair. I just massaged it and felt around the curly mess until I was ready to service myself again. We never really talked about what we had done again.
I met one other guy, a school friend, whom I masturbated with from time to time. We never touched each other, and never really wanted to. It was just one of those guy things.
I've had only two close calls with being "caught," both by my mom. Both times in my room she walked in while I was doing the deed under the covers. I'm almost positive she knew, but she wouldn't be one to make a big deal of it; she had 4 brothers.
I just graduated from high school. I can't think of any friends that I've *never* discussed masturbation with. With some it's a regular conversation topic; with others it was a one-time deal and too uncomfortable to discuss again.
When I think back, masturbation has been like a cure-all for anything ailing me. It's no myth — it will help a headache. It zaps insomnia in a flash. Masturbation is definitely a stress reliever, and it's a lot of fun! Good luck to all fellow guys and girls who have found this great activity.
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