Another of the collection.
Hey, M^2 (pronounced M squared) here. I changed my 'name' slightly, as I realized that the 'squared' symbol really isn't recognizable in this font. I used the mathematical exponent symbol with a 2 instead. If you're wondering, it's actually a nickname given to me by my father, as we share the same name, and I didn't like being called M.Jr. Anyway, on to the story.
Leaving off from part one...my masturbation habits slowed down drastically a couple weeks after my first dry orgasm, simply because it just lost its excitement. Nowdays, I look back and wish I could have them again, and not having to worry about the cleanup and all. It wasn't until I was 14 that I picked up where I had left off. It goes a little something like this...
We had moved the summer prior, to a bigger city about 25 miles north, with a population of 9,800 at the time. There weren't any good houses on the market at the time, so we opted for a rental in some very nice apartments that weren't too overly expensive. They were near the edge of town, adjacent to some fields, a couple of which were never used for growing anything (more on those fields in a later story). 6 buildings, with 6 apts. each, the ends being 3-bedroom, the middles 2. We were in 6-6, the very last one. The main floor was kitchen/dining room and living room, upstairs was bathroom and bedrooms. My Mom and Stepfather had divorced a couple years prior, so everyone was happy with their own room.
Now that the scene's set, we can move to the action. It was a cold Saturday in early January, during winter break from school. Mom and my sister were out doing who-knows-what, and would be gone for most of the day. At around noon, I decided to go for a nice long shower, which I can only do when alone, otherwise I get yelled at for wasting water. When I can, I lay on the shower floor and let the hot water rain down on me, producing a nice relaxing effect. I went through puberty late, so I was still pretty short, and could therefore lay down in the tub without having to bend my legs at all. At one point, I shifted position slightly, and my flacid penis head moved directly under a stream of water. I jerked slightly, not expecting this, and sat up, my erection was coming to life. I stared at it for a few seconds, then thought 'what the heck,' and went at it.
Now, at this point in my life, I was fairly educated in the subject of sex, but there were many things I was still not aware of, and I was about to experience one of them. As I stroked, I began to feel the onset of an orgasm. Having experienced this before, I decided to go all the way. As it approached, it felt different, rather new, in an inexplicable sort of way. Seconds later, my pelvic muscles clenched, and I felt something rising through my erection.
I gave about 10 more strokes, and had to stop, it simply felt too good. At that point, a milky-clearish substance had begun to leak out of my tip, and it kinda freaked me out at first. Then, like finding the puzzle piece that had been lost under the rug for weeks, it all snapped together. My vague knowledge of 'cumming' came into play, and within seconds I had figured it out. I said to myself, 'I think I just...came.' I later found out that I had indeed achieved my first ejaculation.
Of course, this set the stage for many more sessions, most of which ending in increasingly pleasurable orgasms, as I slowly learned what worked and what didn't. From then on, I never quit masturbating. Not a week would go by without me getting off at least once. Needless to say, I was a happy, very horny teenager, and still am.
Alright, another story draws to a close. I should probably get some sleep...but there are still a lot of stories here I haven't read, and I've been saving up for 4 days now. So, until next time, this is M^2 saying, Happy Masturbating! Thanks for reading!