Porn Not Required!

I'm now an 18-year-old male. I've read many stories about how people discovered masturbation accidentally. Well, mine was not accidentally, exactly. I became very curious about sex-related aspects by the time I was about 13 or 14, and I went wild on Google. I was reading as much as my young, oversexed brain could handle. Inevitably, masturbation was something that I read about. So, I knew what it was. One particularly horny day, I decided to go to the bathroom and experiment. I held my hard cock and started making it do very weird things. Remember, I was very young, and had no real idea. At some point during these 'gymnastics', I started to rub my palm against the head of my penis. A wave of pleasure filled me, so I continued to surf on the wave, rubbing on and on, not bothered about the world around, until finally, I reached the crest of the wave, and I was overcome by intense pleasure. I felt a flowing sensation down there, and as I looked, a few drops of a white fluid ran out of my penis. Ever since then, I have continued. There was a time when I believed that porn was the ultimate masturbation source. But I was wrong. What if I could use the real world around me to fuel my fapping, rather than some virtual images? This story is going to sound extremely typical; it's something that many people, I'm sure, have experienced. When I was 15, I had a teacher who was, to say the least, well-endowed. This was further accentuated by the fact that she often wore dresses that were low-cut. One day, I was to discover that a treasure-trove of fantasies lay before me. She was explaining a particular concept and, in order to do so, we were taken to the lab. She brought out a model and placed it on the table. Then, she leaned over to explain the model to us clearly. When she did so, I was treated to a wonderful view of her ample cleavage, her breasts large and smooth, with a deep furrow between them. This was one time. I learnt with experience when to notice such exposures, and how to gain the most out of it. As the days passed, I would move around in order to get the right angle to ogle at her cleavage when she was in the right position. To this day, I don't know if she noticed what I was doing, but if she did, she provided no indication. As you can imagine, such memories became the subject of many furious faps later on. After these instances, I learnt to appreciate similar moments which I could catch in real life. Another teacher once bent down to check on my work, and I caught a long look at her shapely breasts held by her bra. However, the ultimate 'down-blouse' experience was yet to come (pun intended). I once had to take some things to someone's house (a woman’s). Now, I had never found this woman particularly attractive in any sense, unlike in previous cases. I went to her house, and placed the heavy items on the floor. I then chatted with her for a while. As she lifted up her arm to point at something, I noticed through her t-shirt sleeve that she wasn't wearing a bra. I paid no heed to this. She then bent down to lift up the items. Until now, the implications hadn't hit me, but, boy, did they now. I watched, and time seemed to slow down as I gaped at the sight of an entire, complete breast, round, smooth, and completed by a reddish nipple. I can swear now that her nipples were erect, but that could just be my imagination and fantasies. I recall later sitting at home, with the image frozen in my head, furiously pumping my dick that was dripping with precum, until I came over my hands. By this time, it was no secret among my friends that we all masturbated. On one particular sleepover, a spontaneous, yet somehow unspoken decision was made that we would all masturbate together. I do not know what desire came over me, or why, but I knew that I wanted to do this. The time finally came for the act. We all pulled down our underwear, and I got the first look at someone else's hard cock. Now I am not gay, but I must say that the experience or thought of masturbating with my friends turned me on immensely. It is a strange thing. I looked over at my friend's penis, and I was amazed at its girth and length. Although we were apprehensive at first, desire took control and we masturbated furiously. Although we all had tissues at the ready, I looked at my friend at the right time and saw a droplet of creamy semen at the tip of his dick, just before he covered it up and came silently. A few minutes later, I watched my cock leak into the tissue paper while pleasure overwhelmed me. I have experienced all sorts of orgasms with these fantasies and memories in mind. The liquid flowing ejaculation, the gloopy, gelatinous semen, the dripping ejaculation, and last, but not least, the spurting, squirting ejaculation. I remember a time when I let loose an ejaculation that had been cooped up for two days, and as I released, the white semen spurted out forcefully and splattered my toilet seat. Why use porn? Why, when you could use real life experiences for your needs?