Another story from a client.
I had already been masturbating for a good many months. It was the 1970's, and masturbation, when it was discussed at all, which was seldom, was considered a 'bad' thing. Every fucking time I jerked off, I felt guilty afterward. Every time, I made absolutely sure there was no trace of my activity. A stain, a noise, nothing could be allowed to give me away. After every super-secretive session, I swore I wouldn't do it again. In that era, boys knew almost nothing about sex or masturbation. They certainly didn't know about things like the refractory period - that a guy usually cannot get hard and feel erotic again for a while after cumming. On one occasion after jerking off, I thought it might be nice to try it again. But my penis stayed soft no matter what I tried. I started to freak out. Had I caused damage? Had I ruined something? With tears in my eyes, I was all set to go to my parents, admit to what I had done, and face whatever medical procedures might be necessary. Fortunately for me, in my horrified condition, before I took the big step of admitting my horrible mistake to my parents, I fell asleep. I awoke with fright in the morning at what I had done. But I had morning wood! I was erect! Due to my lack of privacy, I couldn't jerk off - to test it, you understand, until that evening. It was agony waiting until I had my alone time. I was extremely horny, but also wanted confirmation that I hadn't caused any sort of permanent damage. That's not the worst thing I experienced however. A short time earlier, I got the bright idea to put a ring of Scotch tape around my erect penis, just behind the glans, around the circumcision scar. After I came (still dry orgasms at that time), I tried to take the tape off. No matter what I tried, it was stuck perfectly to the skin. With the limited resources of someone so young, I could not figure out what to do. Finally, in tears, I went to my father, showing him the problem. I don't know how he must have reacted inside, but on the outside, he was very calm. He didn't yell at me, didn't lecture me, didn't make me feel like an idiot. He just calmly said if I would pour some lighter fluid on the tape, it would peel away easily. Now, these many years later, I still enjoy playing with my dick, but it's much more fun now, to do it without guilt, and even proudly in front of my wife and friends sometimes. And sometimes they play with me, and I play with them. It's all good.
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