Re: Masturbation Holiday
Hi, love Solo Touch.
When I was about 14 my parents arranged for me to spend a week's holiday in the country with the son, Rob, of mutual friends. Rob was about 16 years. We were to stay with Paddy who lived on a small farm but worked in the city. It was a lovely area with farmland, woods and a small fishing village nearby.
Paddy's cottage had two bedrooms, the large one where he normally slept and a small one with a single bed. While we were there Paddy slept in the single and Rob and me, John, slept in the double bed. That first night we said very little to each other and just went to sleep. Paddy came in the next morning to say goodbye and we were on our own for the rest of the day.
We started talking about this and that and what we would do for the day, getting to know each other. Eventually the subject came around to sex. Rob, been that bit older, had more experience and was telling me about his activities with girls. No sex, just heavy petting and kissing. At that point Rob said that he wanted to 'wank'. I did not understand him as I had used other words like 'Rubbing' and asked him what he meant. So he pushed back the covers and showed me his erect penis and how to wank. No problem, I understood and quickly joined in.
After breakfast we went out to explore the area before returning at lunch time. After which, Rob sat down opened his shorts and proceeded to wank again. Of course, I followed. This set the tone of the holiday. We wanked, rubbed or masturbated when ever possible, in the morning on waking, at lunch, up in the woods (if the humour took us) and, of course, at night. At least four times a day.
Up to this time I was slightly nervous of masturbation and was frightened of an orgasm. It was good old Catholic guilt. From that holiday I have wanked whenever possible two or three times a day was normal and I look back on as the starting point of my manhood. Now at 74 I still like to masturbate now and again.
Keep up the pleasure.