Evolution

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I have grown up to discover that my masturbation is sort of a separate part, although just slightly out of sync, of my day to day sexuality. I was first shown how to do it by this kid Lorenzo, a farm boy, down the street. We used to hang out when I was twelve, and he was about fifteen. One day, we were hanging around the house, and Lorenzo was in my bathroom for a long while with the door wide open. I walked up the hall, and turned into the bathroom to find him squeezing his penis. I asked him what he was doing, and he smiled, and told me that he was playing with himself. That's when I saw some sudsy gooey white stuff bubbling from the head of his penis. He then asked me if I had ever tried to play with myself, and I honestly told him that I had not.
Subsequently Lorenzo went home, and I had not thought of what happened until later that night in bed. My self investigation began seemingly without a thought, as if the Lorenzo episode was the random psychological trigger sent to awaken my sexuality. The house was silent as I slid my pajama pants to my knees. I found myself stroking and caressing my penis, until it swelled to three times its original size. That alone felt so much better than anything else I had ever felt. Now I knew that I could get the cream to come out, if I worked it out somehow with my hands, but It did not know exactly how to go about it. Out of ignorance, I began to roll it in my hands, as if it was a clay cylinder. Faster and faster I rubbed, until I shook, and ejaculated, and shuddered from the strange new pleasure.
Gradually, I became a chronic masturbator. And as much as I love the feeling of my cock in my hand, my fascination with women's vulvas has grown just as intense. I was a bad boy. I used to smell the bicycle seats of pretty strangers when I knew no one was looking, then find some place to jerk off from the feeling it gave me. I used to stare at my baby sitter's asses as they went up the stairs, and I used to love to sneak by the bath room to listen to them pee.
I used to love how my ex-girl friend would ask me to masturbate for her until I came all over myself. Now I'm with the woman that I love, and we have the greatest sex. She doesn't like to Jill-off really, nor does she really care to watch me. But she understands that my masturbation lends itself to our sexual relationship. Sometimes, when I feel the heat come on, I'll look at some close up vulva shots, and then I'll get naked. Then I'll look into the model's eyes, and make myself come. By the time Casey is home from work, I'm showered, and ready for her to suck my cock. Luckily for me, she loves having me all squeaky clean when she gets home. So she sucks me off with great zeal, then hops on. This is now our three times a week ritual, and Casey can't be anymore beautiful.

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