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Proof at Last

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: John Age: 60 Posted on: 03 Mar 2005 0 comments
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I have been masturbating since I was about 13. I remember my first orgasm well, after all these years! Maybe it's something one never forgets! I was playing 'tents' with my bedclothes, scrabbling around under the blankets at the bottom of the bed. Suddenly I was aware that my penis had got hard, presumably from all the rubbing of the bedclothes, and it felt pleasurable! I remember just carrying on playing around, when suddenly my penis ejected all this white stuff and went limp. I was a bit concerned, but I think I was aware what it was from what my father had told me, only a few days before, strangely enough. You know the sort of thing, in an embarrassed voice. 'Well, John you are now at an age when...well...hm...your body starts...well...changing...' etc. etc. After that day, I started to rub my penis in earnest, as many times a day as possible! My favourite time was in bed at night I think. I remember I had a red sweater (or 'pullover', in the terminology of that time) which nestled in my bedside cabinet, and that garment gradually got more and more encrusted with my semen. My mother must have seen it, but never said anything, bless her! One of my worries though was whether I was the only boy who got pleasure in this way. For some reason, up until that time, I was not aware of any boy-to-boy chat at school about such matters. I continued to worry about it, especially since coming from a Christian family, I used to attend 'confirmation classes' and was warned repeatedly about the 'sin' of masturbation! Eventually though, after a couple of years, I got the proof I needed that I was not alone in my habit! I used to play the violin and every year I would attend a week-long 'Summer School' where I played in an orchestra. This took place at holiday time in a girls' school. As a consequence, there were no toilets with urinals, just W.C. stalls, though there were separate toilets earmarked for girls and boys. For some reason, these stalls did not meet the ceiling or floor, there are still plenty of toilets around like that now of course. One afternoon, I went into a toilet and sat down on it to attend to the needs of nature. Suddenly, I was aware of the door of the stall next to me opening and closing quickly and noisily. This was followed by the sound of a boy coughing and of trousers being pulled down. But this was followed not by the usual sounds that come from a toilet, but by the slurpy 'swish' of a penis being rubbed at high speed! My little fellow was immediately hard, and I had never felt so excited. I remember just rubbing 'him' very slowly, the real reason for my being in the stall totally forgotten! The rubbing sounds were accompanied by some slight grunts, sighs and groans, and all too quickly, maybe after only half a minute these ended with a satisfied sigh. The toilet next door was then flushed and with my heart beating fast, I furiously rubbed my own penis, and ejaculated very quickly, just like the guy next to me had done. Thereafter, I stopped worrying, but to this day still wonder how much every man and boy I meet flogs his meat!