Much less square now
I grew up Protestant, Puritan. My grandfather was a Mennonite, and even though he was in a nursing home, virtually comatose for over a decade, he still ruled the morality of the family by mere existance.
I had my first orgasm at 13 by pure accident. I had an erection, quite common by then, and was trying to figure out how to take a pee with my member throbbing and not helping me out much. I discovered that if I took my foreskin (I'm uncirc. , long story) and moved it back and forth across my head, it made me feel like I was going to pee. Instead, I had that pleasurable eruption that you all know about.
Anywho, when I went to college I decided I was above all that. I was going to be studious and not jack off at all. Lasted about a week. That first Saturday night was unbearable. My dick told me that I was not going to sleep until I came; figure out how. My freak of a roommate (lasted 1 semester, very introverted) slept with a night light, so outright stroking was out of the question.
Now, many of you guys probably thought of this years before me, but I just wondered what would happen if I humped the mattress. Really slow, short strokes; dick still in my underwear, or so I thought. It didn't take long, I was sort of on cloud nine and didn't see it coming. I felt kind of guilty for really flooding the sheets. But the absolute pleasure and relief that I got (while my roommate snored almost quietly) made me realize one thing.
I needed to find a safe jack off spot for the weekends, and perhaps Wednesday, if my studies were complete.