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Starting late

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Jul 1998 0 comments
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Starting late by anonymousIt is a tradition in the Masturbation Home Page Chat room to ask new members to tell the story of their first orgasm achieved via masturbation. This story is dedicated to the chatters that didn't laugh when they heard what a late starter I was. I was born in a very conservative town, and I had conservative parents that pretended that sex didn't exist. When I was a teen in the early 60's, there wasn't a MHP, there wasn't an Internet, and there wasn't even sex education in school. I had heard of the evils of masturbation; it was a form of deviant sexual behavior practiced by perverts. Masturbation was lumped together with homosexuality, promiscuity, teen sex, and incest. The only positive thing that I remember hearing about masturbation as a teen was that, contrary to myth, masturbation did not cause hair to grow on the palms of your hands!! by the time I began to get erections (about age 10 or so) the evils of masturbation were so ingrained that I would only rub my hard cock for a few minutes at a time, before feeling guilty. Although it felt good, nothing ever happened, until I would wake up in the middle of the night humping the mattress, cumming onto the sheets. For years, I would go to sleep with my cock in my hands hoping that I would have a wonderful sexy dream in the night about one of the girls at shcool. The first year in college I lived in the dorms where I even had less privacy than at home. My roommate (Tom) was from the same town as me, and he was even more uptight about sex. I will never forget the night he told me broke up with a very attractive girl friend because she wanted to have sex. The next year I shared a small one bedroom off campus apartment with John. We managed to squeeze two beds into the bedroom, but there was little extra room. One night I woke up to the sound of a repetitive rustling noise. Could it be the cat playing in the living room? No, it sounded much closer, in fact it sounded like it was coming from John's bed. As soon as I recognized the sound as a rustling sheet, I knew that my new roommate must be masturbating. I was so excited, my own cock got hard even though I wasn't touching myself. Quietly, I listened to what he was doing. I hoped to learn why I didn't cum when I rubbed myself. Soon, it was obvious, I just gave up too quickly. I listened to the sheets rustle for nearly 15 minutes before I heard John start to moan and the bed start to gently shake. It took all of my will power to stop from jacking off right then, but I wanted to wait until morning when John would leave for class. Finally, John got up and left for his 8:00 class. He was barely out of the apartment before I lifted the sheets of the bed. My cock had been hard about half the night, so even though I expected to stroke for 15 minutes or so, I began to experience wonderful sensations almost immediately. I rubbed my cock from the base to the tip for only about two minutes before I felt an exquisite tingling in my balls, and a blazing heat through my shaft. My first orgasm through masturbation was fantastic. The cum shot several inches out my cock and splashed onto my chest. I knew immediately that I had to make up for all the years that I didn't get this pleasure. The problem was, there is very little privacy in a one bedroom apartment. Long trips to the bathroom are OK on occasion., and I could wait for John to leave the apartment early once or twice a week. So, the next time I woke to hear John rubbing his cock a at night I just joined in. For the next year we shared many late night masturbation sessions in our separate beds. We never talked about it, but I'm sure he could hear me just as I heard him. At that time, one of my biggest fantasies was to get out of my bed and join him in his. I just wish that it had happened.