Solosexual

I can't remember a time when I wasn't seeking time and place to pleasure my cock. At home I was a bit limited because we lived in the city in a small house and my mother thought that hovering over us was the best way to be a responsible parent. I always jumped at the chance to spend a weekend or part of the summer at my grandparents farm. They very wisely allowed me to entertain myself and to roam around to my hearts content and I played with myself in the barn, tool shed, corn crib, greenhouse and, best of all, many places on their 100 acres of the great outdoors. One day when the farmhouse was empty and I was, as usual, playing with my cock, I thought it might be fun to try something slippery. My cock had recently grown a lot in a very short time and was now bigger than I had imagined possible (it made me hard just thinking about that). Anyway, I went into my aunt's room and found some cold cream and lubed up with that and started stroking. Wow! that really felt good! After a few minutes I got this weird feeling that I couldn't stop, ever, even if I wanted to. It was a little scary, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. If this was what dying was like, I was just going to have to die because there was no way I could stop. My cock had totally taken over my life and then -- BAM -- my first cum/ejaculation! I had no idea what had happened. I'd never heard of such a thing. I didn't seem to be dead, but what was all that white stuff that had shot out of my cock? It sure wasn't pee. I wondered if I had broken something inside and the doctor would have to ask me what I've been doing. I went outside to think about it. I wondered if that was a once-in-a-lifetime thing or if it could happen again and, after thinking about it for a few more minutes, I was hard again and knew for sure I WANTED it to happen again and again and again. I got some more cold cream and, 15 minutes after my first cum, I had my second and I knew for sure that day that I would be doing it until I died. The rest, as they say, is history. I have, indeed, masturbated almost constantly since then. A few years ago I tried to seriously think of any sizeable period in my life when I wasn't masturbating, and I remembered Army Basic Training. That was 2 months of the most profound misery imaginable and I know I didn't masturbate during that ordeal. I masturbate every day, usually 2-3 times a day, when I'm alone, when I'm in a relationship (including 3 marriages), in between relationships, whatever. Masturbation is my sexual base and my constant. I've had way more pleasuring with myself than with all of my partners combined, and I finally realized a few years ago that this is not an accident. I really do prefer masturbation to any other form of sex. I masturbate even if I'm in a fucking relationship, I'm proud of it, and could never consider it "second best" or a mere substitute for the "real thing." To me, masturbation IS the real thing, every bit as valid as fucking. I've had the very best of partner sex with about 40 warm, resilient, and very sexy ladies, but nothing I've had with them equals the stunning, mind-boggling devastation I give myself when I masturbate. I think it's mainly two things: 1) none of the ladies have wanted to go as long as I do. Usually they've had as much as they want in less than an hour and I will cum just to end the session for her comfort. When I masturbate, after about 40 minutes I go into a sort of altered state and enter "full cruise" and go on right at the edge of coming for at least another hour or two. The orgasm after that amount of time at the brink is beyond description, and 2) masturbation is, after all, the perfect biofeedback model---the perfect instantaneous response to the tiniest exquisite sensation is built in, without reference to any "other" participant. Every twinge, tingle, rush, tickle is met in a nano-second with the perfect action. All the reactions that a person outside my body simply can't provide. All of the above, I have finally realized, is what's been in my heart all my life and why I call myself Solosexual. I live to masturbate and I masturbate to live. Masturbation has kept me young in spirit and body and I spend my day either masturbating or thinking about my next masturbation. If you feel the same about masturbation, I'd love to talk with you about it---I'd also love to masturbate with you soon, in person or on the phone. Ted