Wanking Renaissance

I learned how to masturbate from being left in a car alone all day while my parents went 'antique picking.' I had this idea to touch my cock, to do something dirty, to have some fun. The next thing I know, I'm pulling my pants down in the back of the car and my thing is hard. And it tingled. I didn't know what to do, so I touched it, wiggled it, just played with it like I had a million times before. It wasn't masturbation. I didn't even know what that was. I tied a string around my dick and then tugged on the string and had my first (dry) orgasm. I wonder if my parents ever wondered why I was smiling so much when they finally came back to the car with armloads of antiques.

From that day on I masturbated as often as I could get away with. My first wet cum came the day I was alone at home and I decided to go to the bathroom to masturbate, probably the second or third time that day. This time I came and a yellowish liquid dribbled out. I thought I was dying. I thought I was sick. That wasn't white cum.

Fast forward thirty years. I thought my sex drive had all but gone. The old days when masturbating was fun were gone, replaced by days where sex was the furthest thing from my mind. This sort of worried me. I suddenly didn't care about wanking? What was wrong with me. Weeks had gone by, months had gone by without so much as a wank. Then someone on TV said lack of sex drive is from lack of zinc in the diet. That's why they say to eat pumpkin seeds for the sex drive, they're full of zinc. I started taking zinc supplements and within six months I was wanking four and five times a day. I couldn't get enough of my dick. I had to stroke it and even when I didn't feel much like wanking, I kept touching myself, enjoying the feeling, enjoying being turned on.

I can come five and six times a day and it's all cool by me. I'm not hung up about it, wanking like a schoolboy. I like it. I guess you can say is think zinc. Think zinc