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A brief history of my sexual awakening

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: zjohns Posted on: 05 Nov 2004 1 comments
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Hi everyone -- This is my second contribution to Whispering Lily. I wrote this specific contribution for three reasons really -- enjoyment, education, and also the fact that it was a significant time of development and sexual awakening for me and I wanted to document it. I hope everyone enjoys reading it.Ever since I can remember, I have always had a strong sex drive. Even as a child I can recall staring at women's breasts. I didn't know much about them, but I knew that they were appealing in some way. Sadly enough in grade school I was always the one who would go around and try to kiss all the girls, and got busted for it on several occasions I might add. Yeah my libido was ahead of its time, something I would figure out later in life. Not a whole lot has changed now that I'm older, except for the fact that I may have a little more appreciation and understanding of females. When I was around the ages of 13 or 14 I started to realize that changes had been taking place within my body, although I didn't discover that on my own. During that time I had a serious curvature of my spine (scoliosis), preventing me from being able to sit up straight. Because of this, my parents would often help with bathing and dressing. I can recall one instance where my dad was assisting me in getting dressed, and I was lying on my back in my bed. As my father was getting me dressed I heard him say "son...you're starting to get pubic hair". Being a little shocked in disbelief, I protested and thought that he was joking around. He gently grabbed a couple hairs and lightly tugged on them, and sure enough I was able to feel this interesting and foreign sensation, much like tugging at the hair on my head. He then suggested that lower my hand and feel it for myself, and as my fingers lowered towards my pelvis -- I felt a sudden sensation of several soft hairs sprouting out just above my penis. At this point I was in a state of awe, because something that I had wished for was finally coming in. After making this new and exciting discovery, I knew that my body was just in the beginning stages of growth and progress. I know to some it may sound somewhat trivial (considering that its just hair), however most young boys view the development of pubic hair as a right-of-passage or the beginnings of manhood. I like to equate it to young women getting their period for the first time -- it's symbolic of maturity. After realizing the whole pubic hair situation, I started to notice that for no apparent reason that my penis would occasionally become rigid and press up against my underwear. At the time I had to use a different type of wheelchair, because as I mentioned above I was not able to sit upright on my own. I had one of those scooters that you usually see elderly people use at the mall or grocery store. The only difference was that instead of sitting in a chair, I had a kneeling seat in which I would sit on my knees -- pressed up against a padded platform. The reason why I mention this is because when I would get erections, they would press firmly against this platform -- sending exhilarating sensations throughout my whole groin area. Because my erections were never visible when I was in this scooter, it seemed as though I was hard most of the time whether I was at school or at home. Every time I would move around or change positions in the kneeling chair, I would feel my penis stiffen more and more just by the friction of rubbing up against the padded, but somewhat rigid platform that I rested against. At times I would discreetly move around on purpose just to feel that rush of sensation in my penis. At that point I didn't really understand what was going on in that region or that it was an early form self-stimulation ...I just knew that it felt really good.As far as how I discovered masturbation is a different kind of story all together. Around the same time that my sexuality was being awakened and I was becoming aware of these new powers that my body had, is when it was taken a step further. My parents usually gave me a bath every other night, and in the beginning it was just a matter of getting clean. Most times my dad would be the one who would carry me to the bathroom and put me into the tub. In our house we had two bathrooms, one with a regular tub and another with a water jet tub - much like a Jacuzzi tub down stairs in the basement. I would beg my dad to let me take my bath in that one, because it more special. One night he took me down and laid me in the tub and started warming up the water. Now because of my bad back I had to lie on my stomach, because I wouldn't have had the control to keep my head above the water otherwise. After he filled up the tub he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him so that I would have some privacy to relax and soak. As I laid there in the tub and let the hot water run over my back and butt, I pushed the button to start the water jets, and I began to relax a bit. After a few minutes I started to feel a familiar growing sensation in my penis. Because I was lying on my stomach, my penis was starting to rub against the warm tile of the tub. As I was getting harder, I began to intentionally thrust my pelvis against the bottom, as I savored the tingling sensation in my entire groin... and that went on for a minute or two. I then quickly got the idea to try to maneuver my erection so that it would be right in one of the jet streams of the tub. I tilted my hips to one side and lifted my butt up a little, and all of a sudden I felt the jet violently pulsating the underside of my hard on. The sensation was incredible, however because it was an awkward position to maintain -- I couldn't keep it in the stream for very long, but it certainly felt great while it lasted. The first time I can remember fondling myself (hand to penis) happened when I was about 14. It was a hot summer night and I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Everyone else in my family had already gone to bed, and as far as I know I was the only one still awake. Because of the tremendous heat, I found myself tossing and turning and having a difficult time getting comfortable. I finally got so irritated that I grabbed my blankets and threw them on the floor. Lying on my back in only a pair of very tight silk boxers, I closed my eyes to finally try to fall asleep. After a few minutes I began to feel a stretch-like aching sensation in my groin. I looked down to realize that I had once again "pitched a tent." With my hands at my side, I just lay there for several minutes admiring the bulge that was pressing so firmly against my underwear. As I mentioned above - I had gotten hardons before, but never really took the time or had the privacy to thoroughly inspect it through clothing or no clothing. As I was staring at it I began to make subtle movements with my body. With each one I could feel my already hard penis rubbing against the silky fabric of my boxers, causing it to get harder with each twitch. Finally I lifted my right hand and placed it right on top of the bulge and squeezed gently. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming tingling sensation starting at my groin and quickly rushing upwards towards my chest and face. I started to get really hot and flushed, partly because of the hot temperature and also because of this exhilarating and yet foreign state of consciousness. After a few minutes I attempted to pull my penis out through the fly of my underwear, but because my boxers were so tight and my hard-on was throbbing uncontrollably, I was having a difficult time to say the least. After getting a little frustrated, I decided to take my boxers all the way off. Because of certain physical limitations it took me some time to get them off completely. However once I did, it felt as though an animal was being unleashed out of its constrictive and claustrophobic cage into a refreshing free environment, with nothing to hold it back. My bed was positioned right under a window. As I lay there just looking at myself, the brightness of a street light was coming through and beaming down on my pulsating and rigid penis, and shining on my somewhat full dark-brown pubic patch which glistened with each motion. I couldn't take it any longer! I quickly placed my right hand back on top of my now free boner and began to massage it with intensity. I did that for about fifteen minutes or so, and although I didn't have an orgasm, I still was extremely fascinated by what my body was able to do to me as well as what I could do for my body. Years later, I still find my body's sexual abilities very intriguing and exhilarating. I know this story is very lengthy and detailed -- but I always find that the more detail there is -- the better the story. Hope you all enjoy my experiences. Any and all comments are certainly welcome.