A Masturbation History part 1

by Anonymous Onanist My discovery of masturbation happened at 13. I came home from school an hour or more before my older sister and parents. One day when I was home first I was on the toilet looking at swimsuit models in a JC Penney catalog(!), absent mindedly squeezing my cock between my thumb and index finger, causing it to move side to side. At the time I thought the motion of my stiff cock was like that of a windshield wiper. It felt too good to stop, and for some reason I fixated on one model in the catalog who had a crease above her knee. At some point I reached a groove in my sensation and just continued hypnotically, until suddenly gobs of white sticky stuff pumped out and I started breathing heavily. I continued the windshield wiper motion for another minute but then the cock became too sensitive and I heard my sister banging on the bathroom door. I repeated the following day and was at it again the day after that. I was hooked. For the next year I was a once-a-dayer. The early technique gave way to a more general massaging of the underside of the shaft below the head using the thumb of my right hand. I've never liked the fist-pumping technique that most men use. For me it was always a more focused kind of massaging and kneading. I eventually learned that the less sensitive base of the shaft would become more sensitive after masturbating a while, and I would often wind up kneading that area to finally make myself cum. From age 14 to 16 I explored different ways to get off. I drilled a hole down low in the back wall of my closet so that I could spy on my older sister, peeping through her closet. I had to rearrange some things in her closet to improve the view and at times I had to sneak into her room and open her closet door. My sister had a habit of laying out her clothes on the bed before taking her shower and I would move them to the other side of her bed so she might get dressed where I could see her better. The first time I saw her naked I could feel everything in my body throbbing as my heart pounded loudly. There were numerous masturbation sessions lying down in my closet peeping. Once she had a friend sleep over, and I stared at a new naked female body and pumped out wads of cum. I occasionally swiped my sister's Norelco beauty kit, which had a power unit with different attachments for shaving, manicuring and massaging. The massage attachment was what I was interested in. It was noisy but I quickly learned how it caused my cock to pump out cum quickly. At 15 I decided to make my own vibrator using the electric motor from an old electric record player. It was a block of metal with a thin spinning shaft and two short wires for power. When I started a small key spinning on the little shaft, the whole block would vibrate. I connected the two wires to a cord and did a little experimenting. I didn't need to take off my jeans to get enough sensation to cum with this thing. Lying on my back I sat the motor on top of my bulging jeans so the head of my cock would peek out under the waist band and squirt out a long line of cum on my stomach. Sometimes I would use the homemade contraption on my bare cock, and it was in so doing that I once had an electrical malfunction. I liked to take my time masturbating, stopping just before that point of no return, then starting again and building toward another neargasm. I was at it one day, having stopped long enough to let the erection subside. I plugged in the cord again and put one side of the metal block against the head of my cock, and it gave me a zap. The jolt lasted for a second before I quickly took the motor away. But what happened next amazed me. The semi-hard cock instantly grew to a full erection with a huge head. Three or four seconds later it started uncontrollably squirting cum into the air. It was my first hands-free orgasm, and the image of it burned into my memory. I didn't try a repeat performance, however. The homemade vibrator behaved itself after the one incident. The frequency of my cum sessions increased through my teens, to the point where I'd get off at least nightly, also often after coming home from school, and sometimes early in the morning. I'd cum 5 to 8 times on weekends. I discovered my dad's small porn collection hidden in a locked file drawer. At first I picked the lock when I was alone in the house but eventually made a copy of his key to save time. There were a couple of 8mm films, a book about female masturbation and something called The ABZ of Love. Together they caused copious amounts of cum to spew forth over the next year or two. I continued the kneading method, starting with the most sensitive part of the shaft just under the head, then working downward to the thick base, between the balls. I acquired a couple of copies of Penthouse and read certain favorite Forum letters at orgasm time. After my shocking episode with the electric motor I wanted to pursue other means to hands-free orgasm. I'd read about wet dreams, but had never had one, thinking I came too frequently for wet dreams to occur. Abstaining for 2 or 3 weeks to try for a wet dream was out of the question. So at 16 I reasoned that I could just think my way to an orgasm. I tried reading Penthouse for an hour or so with no penis contact, letting my cock bob up and down on its own and feeling the throb. It felt like something was building up inside and I was certain orgasm was imminent. I closed my eyes and concentrated harder. At some point I felt something on my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw precum for the first time. After that initial episode I've always drooled a lot of precum, beginning shortly after arousal. There was a phase during which I collected precum, using an eyedropper to transfer it into a small bottle. This led to sliding the eye dropper directly into the urethra to collect precum, but I also would sometimes use the dropper to inject air into the passage. I'd hold a finger near the base of the cock to block the air from entering the bladder. I puffed my cock with air and let it release with some precum. The reason for collecting precum was so that I could pour the stuff over my cock and use it as a lubricant. But after one day the consistency of the precum changed, and it became no thicker and no more slippery than water. End of that experiment. I settled into two basic positions for masturbation. The most-used was lying on my back and keeping my cock upright in such a way that the precum would drool down the sensitive underside of the shaft. My fingers would slide in the precum, leading to more massaging and still more precum. The other position was to lie face down on a towel, with my left arm under me. My cock had a noticeable bend to the left by this time, so when I'd reach down and cup my balls in the palm of my left hand, the entire shaft would be aligned and in contact with my forearm. If I grabbed my balls and made a slow fucking motion with my hips, my cock would eventually drool a track of precum on my forearm. The cock would slide in this goo and eventually I'd cum all over the towel. (end of part 1)