I am a 36-year-old man living in Maryland. I grew up with no real father support, so I knew nothing about what was happening to me. It all began in the summer after 5th grade, when I began experiencing erections. I didn't know why I was getting them or what they were for, but I tried my best to ignore them. One day in school a group of guys were talking about having "wet dreams." I knew nothing of what they talked about, but from what I was listening to, I thought it was something bad and that my mother wouldn't like it if my sheets were sticky when she went to wash them.
I started getting frustrated when the erections began getting more and more pleasing on my underwear fabric, so I turned to my best friend, who lived directly across the street. He explained to me about puberty, erections, and masturbation (which I didn't understand). To gain more knowledge I turned to my stepfather, who happened to be very open and was willing to talk to me. He explained the birds and the bees in very direct detail to me. After a few more months of frustration I went back to my best friend and asked him about this thing called "masturbation" — and instead of just telling me, he decided it would be better if he showed me and I participated. Being as horny as I was, I agreed, and seeing another boy's penis during this time aroused me even more for unknown reasons.
The first time I masturbated with a boy (my best friend) was something like a wonderful experience. He showed me how to masturbate with lubrication and how to get to the point of orgasm. He was much more advanced than me, so he could ejaculate — he showed off his newfound ability, and it amazed me. After a few more minutes I experienced my first orgasm, but there was no semen.
After the summer was over and it was time to go back to school, I masturbated like a mad scientist. I would go to the bathroom every night and lock the door and pretend to shower. Even after 6 months of masturbating, I still couldn't ejaculate semen, until one night. That day my stepfather had taken me underwear shopping, which for some reason turned me on a great deal. In the store I experienced a raging hard-on and couldn't wait to get home to relieve the problem. Later that night while I was in bed (I was lucky to have some privacy) I began to masturbate, and just when I was climaxing I was expecting my regular orgasm with no semen, but this time it was different. As I ejaculated I squirted out so much semen that I thought I had broken something inside my body. I was in such shock that I had soaked my underwear in semen, I quickly turned on the light to see what had happened — and sure enough, there it was! Semen! Sticky white fluid! I was excited, but at the same time, I didn't know what to do with a pair of soaked underwear.
Later in my teen years I continued to masturbate in private and even sometimes with my best friend — we would take turns masturbating each other, which made me feel kind of guilty and question my sexuality, but I later grew out of that.
I continue to masturbate now and even sometimes still have sessions with my best friend. I am a happy married man with a kid on the way. My wife gives me great orgasms, but I still masturbate because it's something that I love doing, and it relieves sexual tension whenever I need to. And when I have kids I will be sure to tell them what they're doing is fine and natural without a problem.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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