How a new hobby became masturbation liberation
Privacy was hard to come by growing up. I shared a bedroom and even the bathroom didn't have a lock. Then I got into black and white photography. This was back in the days when it was really fun, not the digital stuff. So I needed to black out one of the rooms to do my developing, and everyone new not to come in. Behind the closed door the freedom was completely liberating. I would drop my trousers and enjoy the sensation of my cock enlarging and rubbing against my underpants. It felt so good - hello world, this is my cock! I knew something of the birds and the bees and I used to pull the waist band of my underpants out to the front so that my balls were tightly craddled and I could see my cock resting against the material. Then I'd do little thrusting moves against the soft material, thinking that's how a vagina would feel like. Actually, it was a really good masturbation technique, with lots of control, but not so great when I was old enough to stop firing blanks!
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