My Masturbating Life so Far

After being a regular visitor here for around three years now, I feel that I would like to share my masturbation story with you all. I've decided to put a lot of time and effort into this to make it as detailed as possible to show my appreciation for both the site and all it's contributors. I'll start at the beginning, my earliest memories, and go from there.

I started at an early age, earlier than most, I think. I have memories of having a hard on in the bath. I had this plastic ball with a hole in it, and I would poke it with my 'willy' as I called it, slipping in and out. I don't recall getting any pleasure from this, however-that didn't come till later.

I was an odd child-full of imagination and an inate curiousity at the world. Slightly older, I had a fantasy about cute girls and boys at my primary school which I kept strictly private-I have never told anyone about it until now, as I type. It all basically started with a TV show I saw where a blond girl around my age was lying in a spellbound sleep on a stone table, with her bare feet together as if frozen in time. (I have no idea what the show was or what it was about.) For some reason which I have never been able to explain, seeing this triggered something in me which both kickstarted my sex drive and defined my sexual tastes for my life.

I would fantasise about taking the cute girls and boys from my class and having them on my own 'sleep table,' naked and with their feet together, just like on the TV show. I would never touch them-for some reason, I didn't become interested in touching anyone until I was at least twelve, but I would simply admire how beautiful they were, lying there naked in an enchanted sleep. This fantasy lasted until I discovered how to orgasm, then it was quickly forgotten, and I have never really thought about it again until now. I have a very mild foot fetish, ie. basically I like how they look sometimes, and I'm sure it stems from that blonde girl on the TV.

My first orgasm was a definite milestone. I of course had no idea what an orgasm was, or even why my penis would stand up and point up like a little finger, I just knew that if I left it alone it would go away and I could pee again. I remember my first clearly, and I often wish I could travel back in time and feel it again. I have never, ever been able to replicate the experience.

It was bedtime, my parents were downstairs watching TV, and I was lying in bed with the bedside lamp on. I was wearing white terrycloth pajamas, and on the way to bed, the rubbing of the cloth on my willy made it stand up again. This was beginning to be a bother for me, as it always happened when I wore those pjs. So I decided to try and get my erection to subside on my own.

I mean, picture it, for heavens sake. A boy with scruffy brown hair, lying on top of his duvet in bed, propped against the headboard, pj bottoms around his ankles, slapping his hard on from side to side with the back of his hand, trying to get it to go away! I laugh when I think back, but at the time I was getting worried, it just wouldn't quit.

I was slapping it so that it would bounce off the sides of my crotch and back up, over and over, from side to side. I remember the soft noise it made as it bounced, and I remember how it looked in the lamplight; a small pink thing, like a cocktail sausage. I remember there was no build up in sexual tension, no warning whatsoever to what happened next.

Suddenly there was the most incredible surge of power to my groin. I felt a monumental pulsing in my cock, which I was still slapping, only now I was doing it much, much harder and faster, as if my hand has a life of it's own. I remember thinking something like 'blimey, this feels nice,' then my mind wiped out altogether.

Almost like a tidal wave crashing over the beach, my first orgasm rushed though me in a way that I have never felt since. I cried out in shock, my whole body lifting off the bed, head back, mouth open, eyes open wide, seeing nothing. My legs were splayed out, since my ankles were bound together by my lowered pajama bottoms, my feet and toes rigid and spread, and my cock was pulsing and contracting over and over, like a heart beat, and with each contraction a new wave of absolute mind numbing pleasure rocked through me. By this point, I wasn't slapping my hardon anymore, I had it in a vice grip, squeezing it and moving it blindly around, not knowing any different. I know now that if my balls had been adult ones, I would've sprayed cum everywhere.

I literally fell asleep less that ten seconds afterwards. I collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and twitching, and my eyes slid closed and I simply drifted away, still holding my now soft willy and with my pjs around my ankles.

From then on, everything changed. I kept my discovery a secret, not ever letting on that I knew about this simply amazing feeling I could get if I wanted to. I honestly believed that I was the only person on Earth who could do it, like I was some sort of special case. Don't get me wrong, I had little to no ego about it whatsoever-I just thought it was something only I knew about.

I looked forward to bedtime from then on. My parents often commented that I liked my bed, and I smile now to think that they were both so bloody naive. I suppose they could've known, but they never, ever did brought up the subject of masturbation-it was far too embarrassing for them.

Every night I would wait a few minutes, lying in bed, waiting to hear the sound of my parents bedroom door close. When it did, I'd slip out of bed, drop my pjs and lie on top of the duvet, feeling deliciously naughty, rubbing my hard on in circles, squirming around in total bliss. Over the course of a week, I figured out the pumping motion that replaced my rubbing and slapping forever, and that was it-every night for around a year I would masturbate to orgasm at least twice. I'd often not think about anyone or anything, I would just be swept away by the sensations that my body would give me.

I would always orgasm on my back, and since they were now familiar to me, I would know the sensations as I felt them, such as the rising tension of an oncoming orgasm, or the fading ebbs of the afterglow. Like I said, I never had such a powerful one as my first ever again, but the ones I had as a child were always the most pure. When they hit I would tense up all over, every muscle going rigid, and I would hold my breath in total silence, my cock pulsing and contracting, only to relax and lie limp afterwards, my mind drifting.

Sometimes I would lightly run my fingertips over my body, down my arms and fingers, over my chest and tummy, all down the sides of my legs and up the insides of my thighs. I would do this as a sort of warm up exercise, as it always got my willy to stand up if it wasn't already. I often did this afterwards, too. I have always been very sensual, and I think it was masturbating as a child that really gave me this quality in the first place.

Soon I had my first real sexual fantasies. My favourite was being that blonde girl from that TV show, under a sleep spell, naked and on display, which is odd because by nature I was shy and would rather die than put on such a display for real. Oddly enough, I still never thought about someone masturbating me, or masturbating anyone else.

For either Christmas or my birthday I got a big teddy bear. This bear had quite long legs, and it stood as high as my chest. All at once one night I woke to find myself on top of this bear, with a rapidly rising erection pressing against it. It was a revelation, another milestone for me-I had discovered sex for what it really is-sticking your willy in something and pumping away.

God, I was in heaven. I would lie on top, with my hardon between the bears legs, then cross it's legs so that my hardon was being squeezed deliciously, then I would move, sliding in and out, gripping the crossed legs with one hand and the back of the bear with the other. This brought on a different kind of orgasm for me-a more friction based one, with a distinctly different sensation. It was somewhat rougher, and although it was shorter, it ws more exciting, and hot, too-the rubbing created heat in the end of my willy. I was actually caught by my Mum once, humping the bear naked. She asked me quite crossly what I was doing, and I was so flustered I said 'I'm cold, I mean I''m hot!' hoping she hadn't noticed the bear under me, and also that she would think I was too hot to be under the quilt. 'Get in bed properly,' she said, and left. She never brought it up again, and come to think of it, never came in my room ever again, to this day, if the door was closed.

Soon the bear method had to either stop or be reduced-my willy was getting friction burns. Plus I was growing fast-I was now twelve and still humping the bear, which was still the same size, and very worn.

The next big thing was lube. I discovered that if I got a palmful of shower gel and rubbed my hands together as if I was cold, with my willy between them, I could orgasm this way, too-yet again with another entirely new sensation, this time a very intense, short lived orgasm that made me stop rubbing after awhile because it was too much. I think I was cumming at this point, although I didn't notice with all the foam. I do distinctly remember lying in bed one night/morning and actually ejaculating for the first time ever, only a tiny bit, and since I was a bright kid I knew exactly what it was and why, and I remember thinking it was a shame, since now I'd have mess to clean up!

I also then became interested in girls, and all the usual cliche stuff follows. Fantasies, crushes, hardons in class and feverish masturbating to memories of how girls looked, smelled, what they'd taste like. This carried on as it does in all teen boys, and then I met Faye.

She was equally as sexual as I was, even at twelve-only I was sexual secretly, and she was just plain promiscuous. I only knew her for a few months, she moved into our town and out again so fast. She was blonde, slim, with blue eyes, and that uniform just made her look even better. We were sitting on this bench when she took my pen out of my hands and sat on it. Blinking at her, | asked her why and she just smiled at me and said, 'get it back.'

Swallowing hard, and with my heart pounding, I slowly reached between her legs and took the pen, my hand brushing her trousers, feeling heat behind them. I happened to glance at her as I did, and she was watching me intently. As I brushed her, her mouth slipped open at little and her eyelids fluttered. That sight was all it took-I literally ran to the toilets and masturbated furiously. As you can tell, I was a shy kid and thats to that I never got another chance ever again to get near a girl till I matured mentally and got a girlfriend at 16! I only saw Faye in class afterwards, I think she thought I was a loser. Oh well.

Between twelve and fifteen I discovered the prostate by masturbating with a full bladder. If I had an orgasm with a full bladder and pushed *very* gently on my groin just below the stomach my orgasm would intensify and give me these wonderful shocks that would make me judder all over. I still do this now sometimes. I'm not sure if this would work on others but for me the pressure on the prostate is just amazing.

I also found out about pool jets, and it was the closest I have come so far to replicating my first orgasm. At around thirteen we went to a caravan park in Devon, and one of the jets was at a perfect height and secluded enough for me to dare to use it. I slipped my hardon out of my shorts and stood with it in the jetstream, with the water rushing over the bottom of my penis, where the banjo string normally is (I am circumcised.) Within seconds I had to grip the sides of the pool, my eyes slid closed and my knees buckled as the orgasm slammed through me and I pumped myself into the pool. The orgasm was of such quality that I would love to experience this again but as an adult it is so difficult to do, what with everyone around, both staff and the public.

Nowadays I'm 23, and have a fleshlight, which in my opinion is the best thing ever invented. I also have an Aneros, which I have only use while masturbating. My attempts at the 'hands free orgasm' it boasts of have so far all failed, so I just use it along with the fleshlight, in a doggy style position, and when I come my ass clenches around the Aneros and I orgasm hard, my knees buckle and I end up making a mess on the bed. I recently experiented in mutual masturbation with a guy, and the experience has confirmed that I am in fact straight, which simplifies things somewhat.

My favourite thing to do by far is load up Solo Touch, and go through the archive. The archive is simply the best masturbatory tool I have ever come across. If anything ever happened to it I honestly don't know what I'd do. My favourite stories are of course the first experiences, as I can relate to them so much.

Thanks for reading this far, and sorry if I bored you. But as I said, I've been meaning to post for a long time, and I wanted to make it worthwhile.

Any comments and questions are more than welcome.

J, from the UK

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PS: By the way, if by some chance Debbie from the UK, who wrote 'My Cozy Childhood' happens to read this, thank you for such a beautiful post. That story is by far my all time favourite, and I wish there was some way I could contact you and tell you directly. If any of you haven't read it yet, I urge you to do so: