I grew up in a house with two brothers (one older and one younger), and the interest in each other's penises was the source of much forbidden pleasure. While our parents were away we would often show each other our proud erections, certainly the symbols of approaching manhood. We would compare and fondle each other's penises, even though we had yet to discover the wonders of orgasm. Nonetheless, the experience was intense. Looking back on three young guys sporting their erect penises seems only like a dream.
One night as I lay in my bed playing with my erection, I felt a strange impulse rising in my groin, and I rushed to the bathroom to experience my first orgasm. As I sat there in the moonlight with semen dripping from my penis, I promised to never do it again — but I did! In the ensuing months my younger brother and I would often masturbate each other regularly, always to orgasm. And while my older brother's interests turned away from these early mutual masturbation sessions, I remained (an still am) fascinated with men's penises and masturbation.
Around that same time I had a friend whose father was a mortician, and on weekends my friend would often "sit" the funeral home awaiting visits from the family. As it was close to my house, I would ride my bicycle to meet him, and as you might have guessed, we would masturbate each other. While these boyhood experiences seemed "strange" at the moment (mostly because of my religious background), I would not trade them for anything.
While older and in undergraduate school, I always looked forward to the weekends when my roommate was away, so that I could masturbate in private (although I often masturbated under the sheets while he was in the room). We lived in a dorm with communal baths, which — like the dorm rooms — did not offer horny freshman much privacy, though masturbating in a steamy shower only inches away from other males was in its own way a forbidden pleasure. As a music student I often rehearsed in a somewhat remote former dormitory that had 4 practice rooms to a bath. I availed myself of this private luxury and masturbated there frequently. I also did so in a room adjacent to a pipe-organ-blowing plant (a large, electrically driven motor that supplied wind to the organ). The sound of these huge, powerful, hot blowers and the chance of getting caught never failed to produce a satisfying orgasm.
As time passed I "got over" false religious training and its associated guilt, and I really began to allow myself to enjoy my body and the pleasures of my penis. Gone are the "after" feelings of guilt that seem to plague others. I am telling you right now, don't waste time, man — masturbate! I am sure that it is a part of the universal male experience, almost as old as the dirt upon which we walk. Think of it as a link to the men of the past — both those who masturbate and those who lie about it!
I have recently been working out at the gym and have become more keenly aware of the pleasures of the body and of masturbating. As I have gained muscle I have become more horny, and I see masturbating as a way to celebrate my work in the gym. I enjoy coming home pumped up from the gym and masturbating. I drive home (often playing with my penis under my shorts), strip down to my jockstrap, and begin to play with my growing erection, all the while watching my building pecs and biceps in the mirror (always a turn-on). Often I indulge in a newfound pleasure: shaving (highly recommended). I love to trim my hairy chest and stomach very close, all the way down to my hairy bush, leaving that intact. I shave my low-hanging scrotum clean, leaving the skin more sensitive to touch — especially the fantastic "slapping" of my balls against my ass. While I masturbate I often tug on my balls, hold them firmly and release them (they hang pendulously), moving up and down in a hypnotic dance as I stroke my penis. At other times I touch my pecs and nipples with my free hand while watching the rising pleasure in the mirror as I approach the "point of no return." Often I stop and start, stroke for 5 counts and stop, then repeat, ever edging closer and finally allowing myself over the edge. On other occasions I have been able to get the head of my penis in my mouth and swallow my semen, which is very pleasurable indeed.
I love to masturbate and hope you do as well. That's right, man — masturbate!
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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