Hello. How I Discovered And Got Getter at Masturbating. (1of2)

I first came in my bedroom when I was probably thirteen. Sixth grade. When the girls in my class were just starting to develop and I was just starting to notice. A girl named Angie had larger boobs than any of the other girls, but between you and me I think she was held back a grade. Other girls were beginning to have hips and just a few curves. They didn't start to look gangly and strange yet, that was left for 7th grade. I remember playing with myself. I was hard quite a lot just like any boy was. It felt great when rolling it in my hands like rolling a pencil between palms. That's the only way I knew and things felt strange so I stopped. Another time and I stopped again. I decided to just see what happened and kept going and there it was, pulsing of a muscle inside of me and a trickle of white stuff came out and ran down the side of my cock. I knew what that was right away and was sort of amazed at discovery but really didn't pay too much mind to it and pulled up my pants and went to the living room to watch tv, laying on the floor getting very uncomfortable as it became sticker as it dried. After that I did it again that night, really not much again but enough to make me thing about needing something to do this with. A towel, something. I thought about all of the big breasts in dad's Playboy magazines I had found and kept cumming after school in the basement every day of the week. In the shower I thought about them and some girls at school and at night before falling asleep I got out my sock and came in that thinking about them or women on TV shows that happened to have breasts. Yes, noticeable ones. That's all it took. Pretty much anything with tits got me hard. I began to measure myself. I remember being five inches long in my early teen years and a good six if I pushed it down to an angle I could barely stand and measured along the top of it. It wasn't gym class where the guys talked about dicks in jest or anything but it was lunch or after school outside where various jokes came up. Jokes on how other people jacked off or whacked it, but never did anyone admit to that. Nobody played with themselves in this perfect mid-west world of late 80's High-School. Near my senior year In High School I was done growing up I suppose and was a good hard seven inches. I was cumming three times a day every day with good power and several shots of cum every time. It was no problem shooting it in to the air or feeling it trying to power through the sock. Sometimes the sock was soaked enough on the side where my head pressed and I would get one pulse of cum on my hand. I was cumming twenty plus times a week, possibly more If I randomly felt like going downstairs and hammering one out in the corner behind the stacked boxes of thing we never use, where nobody ever goes. A good quick one here and there. I was getting good. My best cums I remember fondly. I remember, being fifteen, shooting six nice ropes of cum about a foot in front of me before gravity took them down to the floor landing just shy of three feet of standing distance. At a friends house we found a porno tape and watched it one day when his parents were gone. I learned a new way to stroke it instead of rolling and once I got the hang of it, showers were never the same. In the shower I would turn around and aim at the corner while the hot water hit my back and I would splatter it. I could feel the cum coursing through the underside of my hard cock with each thick jet. I had healthy volume back then, that's for sure. I was proud of myself having such an awesome talent but I never thought any girl in school would want to experience it, I mean, how did they even know this is what guys could do. (This was the late 80's before internet) I liked the girls, very much. I fantasized about them stroking me and my hands on their bodies and tits nearly every day after getting home from school, but none lived near me and I wasn't sure they were interested anyway. I liked books and thinking about things. Creative things, and nice big breasts with large long hard nipples. College. Yes, college. A university with eleven or twelve thousand students. With dorms around you would think it would be easy to score something or anything but honestly, let's be real. Competition was fierce and depending on schedules of classes, things never go the way you want them to and everyone is so nervous about each other that it's never as forward as everyone thinks it is. So, the shower and the lower bunk was where I stroked it often, of course when my roommate wasn't around. But, there was something brand new in my, and everyone else's world. The beginnings of the usable internet. It had a big effect on everyone's sexual drive. That's part 2.