Times have changed
I was brought up in a strict religous household as were my six brothers and sisters. We never ever talked about sex, and I did not discover masturbation until I was nearly 16. I had wet dreams but didn't really understand what they were. You can be very naive when you just do not know.
I had seen one of elder sisters coming out of the bath, and this had quite an effect on me especially the amount of pubic hair she had. I could not get the picture of her out of my mind and that night while I was in bed (sharing a room with two other brothers). My cock was very hard and I started to stroke it. Then a tingly feeling came over me and suddenly it happened-POW-I shot my load all over my top sheet and my stomach. It was fantastic.
Of course I was hooked, afterwards jerking off every chance I could.
One of my friends gave me a couple of pictures of naked women, pretty tame by today's standards, but I could see a breast and part of her behind. They were very pornographic to me, and I jerked off to them every chance I could.
This one day when I thought everyone was out I had the pictures propped up over the bathroom sink and my pants down and was jerking off into the sink when my father walked in on me. Boy did he go crazy; he called me a dirty, filthy bastard and grabbed my neck, took off his belt, and beat my bare ass at least a dozen times. I was sore, angry, and embarrassed all at the same time. When he had finished beating me he told me not to tell anyone what happened and to never let him catch me again doing that disgusting thing.
Of course he never caught me again, but I must admit I carried on with 'that disgusting thing'-and still do.
I'm glad attitudes have changed, and I very much enjoy reading the stories on Solo Touch.