Hi, readers. This is the story of my life so far (or as much as I can remember anyway), so laugh, cry, whatever — just don't degrade it.
At age 9 I walked in on my sister while she was having a shower, and I got my first erection (and two burst eardrums from my sister screaming — hehe heh!). After this I would often bring that memory back and idly touch myself. It wasn't until a year later I noticed that feeling myself felt good — sometimes I even had a shiver run down my spine. This, I learned later, was the onset of the process known as puberty. I still feared the dreaded "girl germs." That slowly became obsolete until my 11th birthday, when I received a kiss from a female friend. It was not just a kiss, either — she slid her tongue into my mouth. I was still standing there flabbergasted when she walked away to talk to the other guests. That was the first and last kiss from her, as she moved away the very next year.
After going through so many schools (6), I gave up on trying to make friends and struck it out alone. This seemed to work just fine, as I was soon despised by all the filth in the school, and I was tugged into a cliquey little group of what turned out to be — gasp, horror — really nice people (you don't get THAT kind much anymore). I got a bunch of close and personal friends — the kind you can trust with anything and everything without them stabbing you repeatedly in the back.
Somewhere between ages 12 and 13 I finally discovered masturbation. Believe it or not I got the idea from one of my mother's Marie Claire magazines I was reading (they sometimes had semi-nude models in them). The article on masturbation was vague and didn't explain much else apart from the morals, the for and the against, stuff like that. But it did provide enough info for me to get the message that you pull the foreskin up and down over the head. This took me a while to decipher, until I read an anatomy book. So I tried it that night — with disastrous results. It went perfectly, with me feeling really good about myself from the sheer pleasure of it and the fact that I knew what to do, until it was time for my first orgasm. Now, not every naive kid expects a couple of yellowish globs to come out of his penis and land on his belly, and to tell you the truth, I was scared. I cleaned it up and then had second thoughts about the whole proceedure. I read up on it as discreetly, as possible and about a week later I realized it was a perfectly normal thing to happen. I didn't get much of a chance to do it again much until my parents went out one night. I went into the bathroom, stripped naked, and was in the process of reaching down to my penis when my mother knocked on the door and then opened it. I thought surprisingly fast and claimed I was going to have a shower, and she seemed to buy it — but now as I look back it must have looked rather suspicious — I mean, what kid gets an erection while going to have a shower?
That time I didn't end up masturbating. But the next weekend my friend invited himself over for a sleepover. Now I will take the chance to tell you both of us are perfectly heterosexual (we like girls). By then I was really itching to try it again, but I wasn't sure what to do, so we talked until the wee hours until I thought, "ah, what the hell" and asked him if he knew what masturbating was. He didn't know, and as luck had it, he was cool with me asking. I explained what I knew, but he still didn't get it. He knew that when he had an erection it felt good to touch it, but that's as far as he went. He asked if I could show him, so I decided that since we were friends and that we both liked girls only, it would be okay to show him. So I stripped and lay on my bed with him standing watching me. I grasped my foreskin the only way I knew how (wrapping my fist around the total length) and slowly pumped away. I went for a while — I kept losing my erection because I was nervous — but I eventually ejaculated, spurting white globs onto my stomach. I now knew that it would be white from there on — according to the book, only the first or first few would be yellowish. I got up and coached him through it until he ejaculated as well, spurting globs of his semen onto his chest. We were both pretty tired by then, so we went to sleep.
The next day, we talked about it and wondered if there were any other ways of doing it, so we made a pact to try all different ways and tell each other if we found one that worked. When we went to bed that night he closed the door and asked if we could read some Penthouse Black Labels I had managed to buy off a friend. I agreed, and after reading a few I realized that I had a massive erection and decided that now was a good chance to get some practice. I asked him if he minded me masturbating, and he said he was going to ask the same thing. So we agreed to try all different ways before we ejaculated. I turned off the light, and we both stripped and began. I lasted quite a while, because I would wait until I was about to ejaculate and then stop and calm down and try another way. He said he had finished and wanted to turn the light on, so I turned it on and continued. Then my dad walked in to tell me to turn off the air conditioner. He only saw me with my pants off. (My friend was asleep and had thoughtfully left his shirt on as well, and his lower half had a blanket over it.) Dad asked me to the lounge room, where I expected a beating — but he sat me down (still minus pants) and gave me the "facts of life" story and reassured me it was all right to masturbate, but in privacy — not when you had a friend over.
When I was 14 I had my first sexual experience with a girl. She was my girlfriend at the time, and we had no shame or secrets. She was bisexual and didn't hide the fact that she had a girlfriend (to tell you the truth, it kind of turned me on!) We — she, her girlfriend, and I — had great fun talking and going out. We got to talking about masturbation, and they mentioned they did it, too (seperatly, though — they hadn't even seen each other nude). Now, this nearly made me fall over. As far as I knew, girls didn't have penises and therefore could not masturbate. They argued otherwise, saying they masturbated by touching a little bump they had. After 10 minutes of argument, my girlfriend sighed and said she would show me how girls did it if I showed her how boys did it. So we went for a walk into the scrub for the day until we were well out of sight of anyone, and then we set a blanket down. She made me go first, so I nervously stripped — I almost chickened out until I noticed they were nude, too. I showed her my latest method of putting two fingers and a thumb on either side of my penis, and I began stroking. I ejaculated all over the carpet of leaves and barely had time to move before my girlfriend lay down and showed me how girls do it. I watched in half awe, half sexual excitement, as she slowly played with her clitoris, her finger dipping in and out of her vagina. The only thing that spoiled it was that she closed her legs when she reached orgasm. Let's just say it was very educational. Unfortunatly this incident caused trouble between us, and we split up. But we stayed friends, and I learned how girls did it.
Now that I have another girlfriend I am totally happy. This doesn't mean I have stopped masturbating. In fact, we have gotten it down to a fine art and intergrate it as an essential part of our love life. There are so many ways to masturbate when you have a second person to — ahh — help out. We have millions of ways to masturbate ourselves or each other. Although at first it sounds sick, don't be afraid to do a little anal stimulation — it adds to the fun tenfold! The first time I received anal stimulation was when my girl was masturbating me. She slid her finger up there just before I ejaculated. That orgasm was the best I had ever experienced in my 17 years.
My current masturbation technique is to get semi-erect. I then lube up with either my "pre-cum" or K-Y Jelly, and then I grab my member near the head, with my forefinger and thumb on either side, with my middle finger pressing down on the top, just below my other two fingers. I then twist my penis slightly so the bottom of the head is facing either left or right (each time I twist it a different way — one day I twist to the right, the next twist to the left, etc.).
I hope writing this won't be in vain — I want it to help all those naive kids out there, as I remember being naive too.