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How It All Began

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My introduction to masturbation


It all began one sultry August afternoon 56 years ago, as I was sweeping out the garage.  It was just a hot, sticky day and I was wearing just sneakers and cut-off shorts.  And all of a sudden, in walks the kid from next door who was a few years older than I, and already starting to date girls.  He strolled up to me and just boldly asks,"So, do you know how to jack off?" Honestly, I had no idea what he was talking about.  I'm sure it was the first time I had heard that phrase.  And he was quite happy to explain and demonstrate for me what he was talking about.  He unzipped his jeans and took out his teen cock and began stroking it with what I would call a "pencil grip;" thumb atop his penis, index finger below, and the other fingers curled in toward the palm.  He was working his cock just below the head.  "Do it just like this," he said.  And I opened my cut-offs, took out my own cock and began copying what he was doing. Of course, the feeling was wonderful and my young cock grew instantly hard. "And then what I do I do," I asked? "Just keep doing it, you'll see," he answered. And right then, I heard my mom's voice call from the house, for lunch.  I tucked my teen boner in my shorts and headed out. I didn't get the chance to practice what the neighbor kid had shown me until bedtime that evening.  I closed the door, laid on the bed, and slid my pajama bottoms to my ankles and grabbed my cock, already hard and anxious for more activity. I took hold of myself just as I'd been shown and began stroking away.  For some reason, my body wanted to stretch and flex.  I extended my legs and pointed my toes and increased the speed and intensity of my stroking.  I had never yet experienced any feeling like that.  It was absolutely electric and I found myself just getting lost in the sensations. And then, it was as if a jolt shot through my entire body, starting from my cock and just expanding in every direction.  I had to stop stroking, my penis was so sensitive.  I was panting and I had broken a slight sweat.  I had no idea what had just happened, but had this vague feeling that I had somehow opened a door to another dimension.  This was something incredible.  Something magical.  And something that I knew was "life changing," even at that age. After that day, I practiced my newfound masturbaiton technique every night before going to sleep and then sometimes during the daytime, whenever I got the chance.  For some reason, I never associated playing with myself with the bathroom; it was something I did in my bedroom only. I had been introduced to something that I knew I was going to enjoy for the rest of my life.  It was something I could enjoy whenever I had the opportunity and privacy.  Something that would enhance my happy moments and console me during my blue moments.  It was a joy for all occasions. It wasn't too long before I began experiencing my first ejaculations.  They weren't much to start, just a few drops of cum.  But I was both proud and amazed at the feeling and the sight of it all. I was fortunate to have also discovered two other neighborhood buddies who were at the same stage of development as I was.  I got together with each of them on numerous occasions and we would spend countless hours sharing masturbation activity.  It was all so very arousing but also incredibly educational.  We felt like masturbation "pioneers."  It was like we should have been wearing white lab coats.  We learned so much from each other about self-pleasure.  We knew nothing about "gay;" we were just experimenting and learning. And so, that's how it all began.  A moment of total innocence that evolved into decades of experience. Masturbation - for me - has been a constant thread that runs through my life; something that enhances the quality of life.  Something so special and yet so common, like drinking water or shaving one's face.  I don't just "live" for it, but I cannot imagine my life without it. I wish I could locate that neighbor kid to thank him for what he gave me.

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