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my masturbation biography

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Jun 2002 1 comments
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You Americans might think Chinese don't talk much about sex, then you are right. It's just the case here, where I live. I'm from Shanghai, a city in China. It was in a restaurant, which was next to my middle school, I still clearly remember I was having lunch with one of my friends. Strangely enough, he suddenly whispered to me, ' Masturbation, it feels so great. You shoot out semen. My brother taught me this. I teach you? ' Boy, was I startled. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I was so naive then. I know what semen was, but I'd never thought of it being shot. Pretending to be absent-minded, I didn't say a word. That whole afternoon I didn't even dare to think about the whole matter. I was frightened. However, it did happened. That night I went to bed very early; can't wait to get under cover and explore the truth. Soon my dick got rock hard. Needless to say, I just stared at it throbing, not knowing what to do. I started squeezing my testicles for a little while, thinking that some liquid might ooze out. But the matter was I didn't even know where it was suppose to ooze out. That night it all ended up in disappointment, and soon the whole incident slowly began to fade in my mind. Up till one afternoon, I was watching TV, with my fingers squeezing my dick a lot. Suddenly there came this special feeling through my body; it was good, yet soon disappeared. I was certainly not that talented to link it with semen. I kept rubbing the whole shaft, hoping to experience the cool feeling again. Before long, I enjoyed it a second time, but also it soon disappeared. I didn't have the intention to stop at all and rubbed even harder and quicker till finally that intense sensation was completely triggered, which seemed never to stop. At this point, I was feeling both comfortable and worried,' cause I had no idea what's been going on and what was to come. It lasted for just seconds and I shot my first wad. In this case, everything was clear. I saved my load and had a really careful observation on it. The semen was clear, brownish, and very thick �C mere jelly �C nothing like what I shot nowadays, which is white and a bit watery. Strangely enough, it still stayed firm (didn't melt) the next day I decided to throw it away. I did feel delighted to discover my own secret in the end. In less that 2 minutes, I did it a second time and was indulged in every second of it. After this great discovery, I began to masturbate on a regular base: almost once a day; sometimes twice or even 3 times a day. I did enjoy it. However, before long, the most terrible thing eventually happened. I thought what I'd been doing was something evil. I read from certain books that occasional masturbation was of no harm, but it did destroy the body if done too much regularly. The definition of 'occasional' was one or twice a month. Oh God! I really got frustrated and obsessed. I was afraid my health might fail, in which case I finally boost my courage and decide to abstain from masturbation. I made some plans, like cutting down the frequency bit by bit, and I even used rope to tie my several fingers (introduced in the book), trying to avoid from touching my penis. Anyway, all these proved to be useless, 'cause I was so horny and really couldn't help myself. I'd ever held myself for 6 days, and this bing the longest. That time I was during a military training, with 10 guys sharing one small room; plus, my bed was crunchy �C I could find no opportunity. While taking the bath, hardly anybody was able to build up the nerve to pull back his foreskin and soap the head, you know it's in China; everybody gets shy about sex stuff, and for sure, I followed suit. The urge kept growing in my guts every single day, but I could do nothing. I can still clearly remember that the first thing I did when I turned home was not to have a cold drink, or to clean my face, I hurriedly unbuckled my pants and released my lone-tortured dick. It smelled really bad when I pulled back the foreskin to take a look at that frustrated red mushroom, which was all covered with smelly cream. Was I turned on. I grabbed my harden and madly stroked up and down the whole stiff shaft. Meanwhile, I was also squeezing the pc muscle with all my might moaning alot. In less then a half minute, I shot a big hot load, which landed on my face and T-shirt. I think I might have done it too fast, 'cause my urge wasn't completely released; there still was some discomfort in my guts. After I entered university, my masturbatory sessions have bee largely reduced. I share room with other 3 guys. The only chance I can find is after bedtime, when the room is almost dark and I'm under cover. I stroke my dick at a very very slow rate, afraid to make any distinct movements of the bedclothes. I also use a Kleenex or simply my fingers to wipe away all the precum (it sounds a lot in my long uncut foreskin). I never bother to use anything that i could shoot on, I just let the cum remain there. Sometimes I do feel myself confined; I can't masturbate the moment I want to; however, as a return, I enjoyed better quality. There is usually a two (or three)-day break between every session, and therefore, I shoot more load, and with more intense feeling. Do the other 3 guys masturbate? That's one of my puzzles. I thought they do, 'cause they are all male like me; how they could manage to hold it? But the problem is every now and then either one of the 3 will 'announce' in the dorm that he's just had a wet dream the night before. However, I'm afraid those conspicuous briefs might not have any semen in them. But I'm no sure. Anyway, I don't care too much about it, 'cause whether they do it or not is not going to have any influence on my decision to keep on enjoying myself. I'm not obsessed any longer these days. After I once logged on a masturbation site and found out for myself a lot about this common wealth of male. There is nothing wrong with it. I feel lucky I could get to learn the fact that tons of American fellows are doing it right now. I really wish my biography would be used by your group, and therefore I can share my unique experience with all other fellows. Hope you will tolerate my awkward English and poor writing skills!