Anytime, Anyplace - Part 1

Anytime, Anyplace - Part 1 by anonymous My lust of masturbation started when I was 13 years old and discovered thejoys of taking my dick into my hand and stroking it until I came. My onlyregret was that I hadn't made the move on myself earlier. You see, I'd firstfelt the "waves" of an mini-orgasm when I was half that age. I was six yearsold and held a monster pee way too long because I was engulfed with playgroundfun. Upon exiting the bathroom after relieving myself, I happened to lean upagainst a railing just outside the bathroom. It was my first feeling ofecstacy "down there." I held my little dick up against that metal pole forwhat seemed like 5 minutes while enjoying the spasms of my crotch muscles.What amazed me was that even after pulling away (so as to not lookconspicuous), I reapplied my dick to the pole and still felt the rolling of mymuscles. It was like pausing a videotape and then releasing the pause button!As you can guess, I tried many times to duplicate that sensation but wasunsuccessful. A year or two later, I found another enjoyable feeling when Iwas visiting my grandmother's house. She was a nurse and had a four inchthick Physiology book. I was flipping through the book and happened upon adiagram of the female groin with a short description about errogenous zones,etc. I concluded that if all of these female areas were sensitive, I had atleast one of them (anus) and it might feel good to explore it. I started outsmall (hair pins straightened to allow for deeper penetration (I eventuallyprogressed to much safer items like rounded brush handles, etc.)). This wasthe first time since my playground/bathroom experience that I felt a "rolling"sensation. Unfortunately, my grandmother barged into the room where I wassupposed to be napping, and she knew that although I was under the covers, Iwas somehow enjoying my body. While she didn't scold me for my activities, Iapplied my own guilt and promptly stopped. It wasn't until four years laterwhen I found a Oui magazine on the roadside of the small town I lived in thatI was able to discover the true benefits of an orgasm. I don't know aboutyou, but I've found a handful of magazines like that throughout my life. Ialways wondered why people threw their mags out the windows of their car, I'msure it involved a pissed off mate who found it while they were driving downthe road... Anyway, back to my masturbation development. So, I promptlybrought my magazine treasure home and honed in a sexy French model. Iprovided myself some privacy, and as I was flipping through the pages of theworn mag, I felt the urge to touch myself since my dick had hardened nicely.I reached down with my right hand, and unlike my current method of wrapping myfingers around my dick, I placed my five fingers parallel to it. Call itbeginner's luck that I added the extra sensation of the tip of my dick hittingthe palm of my hand on my downstrokes. As I pumped my hand faster and faster,all the while enjoying the naked, true blond French model, and the tip of mydick hitting the palm of my hand, I felt the beginnings of a building orgasm.I experienced a few waves of pleasure, and this caused me to quicken my pace.I felt bonded with the model in the pictures as I put my full concentration ona doggy-style pose. Just when I thought my eyes were going to bug out of myhead, cum trickled out of my dick. As I'm sure all of you can empathize with,it was a strange sensation to feel like you were peeing coupled with thethrobbing of the muscles in the "taint" zone (taint your sphincter and taintyour balls). With that first cum, I also started another long-standingtradition - the cum rag. Yep, every guy out there knows it well, that old t-shirt that you used to clean yourself up after a cum. That initial cum droveme to jack-off anytime I could steal a few minutes away from my large family.If I could keep my hands off myself for a few days, I would experience themost poweful orgasms. I really enjoyed covering my upper chest with cumduring these explosive orgasms. I would lube myself up really well with anylubricant available and beat my meat while gripping tighter and tighter on myshaft. I would use one hand to massage my balls and produce added pressure onmy cock by pointing it straight at the ceiling. As I stroked and rubbedfaster and faster, I would increase the power of my orgasm by stopping severaltimes just before I was going to cum. I actually learned about this techniquefrom Dr. Ruth. She prescribed it to a guy who was suffering from prematureejaculation. Anyway, by the time I finally decided to allow myself to cum, Ihad built enough pressure to spurt cum onto my upper chest and sometimes evenmy neck. A few years later when I got my first car, I would sometimes driveinto a desolate area of the mountains where I lived and bring with me a fewfavorite magazines and a blanket to lay down on. I would drive to an areawhere I knew I could have some peace (and hear a car coming from miles away),venture into the forest with my blanket and "dirty" magazines, spread theblanket out in a clearing, strip my clothes off, open the magazines to myfavorite women, grip (by this time, I had changed my masturbation style tothat of a grip because I liked the added pressure) my dick in my hand andstroke as hard and fast as I could while the cool mountain air swept over mybody. You may have noticed that I didn't bring my cum cloth with me becauseall things being natural, I would simply roll over off the blanket and shootmy cum on the ground beside the blanket. What a wonderful sight that was!You know how they say that quantity isn't as good as quality? Well, I beg todiffer. After experiencing many different masturbation locations, Idiscovered that I could easily cum a half dozen times in a 24-hour period if Ihad enough time to myself. I distinctly remember one day when I was all bymyself, and I gathered together every bit of pornographic material I could getmy hands on and proceeded to have a marathon masturbation session. I quicklydiscovered that as turned on as I was, I could easily cum every hour and ahalf. Of course, the more I came, the more the quantity of my semendiminished. I'm happy to report that at the end of a 24-hour period, I hadcum 11 times!!! Don't misinterpret the number of orgasms I had that wonderfulday, I don't mean it as a challenge or bragging on myself or anythingresembling that, I simply had a great day. Mind you, that last cum containedabout a drop of semen, but the orgasm was there nonetheless. Although, I feltlike I'd been circumcised again because I had run out of Vaseline and K-Yhalfway through the day, not to mention the Carpal Tunnel Syndrome I felt likeI had acquired in my hands. That's right, hands. Here's a challenge to allof you out there, try to become as skilled with you secondary masturbationhand as you are with your primary hand. It can be done, I'm living proof.Besides, I'm of the opinion that guy's dicks bend to one side because of usingthe same hand year after year. I assure you that it's much easier to learnhow to masturbate with your secondary hand than it is to learn to write withyour secondary hand. Think of it this way, fucking your inexperienced hand iskinda like getting a new lover and taking a girl's virginity all rolled upinto one! Well, that about brings you up to my 18th birthday. Stay tuned forPart 2 when I cover my adult masturbation experiences including the use ofmany misc. external devices and foods, mutual, public, work, and bathroommasturbation happenings.