Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2013 20:08:32 -0500
From: Danny Boy <xrainynightx@hotmail.com>
Subject: Masturbation Lesson

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How did you learn about masturbation? From Sex Ed class at school, from
your dad, or perhaps from experiencing it for the first time with your best
buddy? For me it was a bit different...

I was about nine or ten years old.  My dad was a heavy gambler back then
and every weekend we would go out to a betting station.  While he was
watching the horse races, I would just hang out by myself since I wasn't
old enough to get in. Cocks fascinated me, they always had since I was a
little kid, that's why I spent the majority of my time cruising restrooms.
I would just stand there and pretend to pee so I could peek at adult
cocks. It was no big deal to them even if they saw me looking at their
cocks. They probably just thought I was a curious kid. But it all changed
one day..

'Having trouble peeing little guy?'

I jumped when I heard the sudden question. I looked up and this older man
was looking straight at me. He must have caught me staring at his cock for
too long or maybe he was looking at mine the whole time. I got so nervous,
I could hear my heart beating so fast and loud in my ears. I quickly put my
head down and just looked at the urinal. Then I noticed he was finished and
before he went to wash his hand, he gave me a look and walked away
laughing.

I stood there for a minute trying to gather myself then I quickly zipped up
and as I turned around I saw my dad coming out from one of the stalls. I
didn't know he was in the bathroom and thank goodness he had no idea what I
was doing. We washed our hands and walked out of the restroom together.
Right outside stood the older man who had spoken to me at the urinal. He
was obviously waiting for me since he kept looking at me and smiling.

My dad said a few words about being careful at the park and go have fun,
and then he started walking back to the station. The older man approached
me and whispered,

'Do you want to have some fun?'

I nodded. Honestly I didn't know what he meant had anything to do with sex
but my stomach was turning upside down from excitement. He asked me to
follow him and we walked back into the restroom and into one of the
stalls. Thinking back now I am surprised nobody was suspicious of us, maybe
they thought I was his son.

As soon as we walked into the stall, he locked the door and got behind me,
undoing my pants and underwear. I could hear him breathing on my ears and
sighing as he saw my little three inches boy cock. Then he touched it,
putting my cock between his fingers and moving his hand up and down, at the
same time his other hand had gotten under my shirt, feeling my stomach and
chest, on to my nipples and lightly flicking them.

I began to moan as he was going faster and I had this strong feeling like I
had to pee really badly. I warned him but he only held me tighter and
jerked me faster and faster. I leaned my head back on him and my cock
started shooting out this white stuff that I had never seen before. Shot
after shot, I thought it would never stop coming out. My knees were shaking
and my body rested on his for support. I had just experienced my first
orgasm without even knowing it.

He let go of my penis and stood up, patted my shoulder and had a very
satisfied smile on his face walking out. I stood there drained from the
orgasm, confused by what just happened and excited with the whole
experience. I came to my senses when I saw people walking into the
bathroom. Then I realized the door was wide open and I had my pants down. I
swear a few guys saw me with the cum still dripping from my cock.

I quickly shut the door and scooped up some of my 'white stuff', I remember
how sticky it was and I was amazed by it coming out of my cock, I even
played with it for awhile and sniffed in the strong smell. I then cleaned
up and walked out, having a guilty feeling like people were watching me and
knew what I had done. It's funny how much later it was before I learned
what the term 'masturbation' meant, but I had experienced it much earlier.
Since then I masturbated a lot, most of the time right next to my dad when
he was asleep, shooting my loads under the thin mattress.

A few years back we traveled back home to Hong Kong and when we were taking
the bed apart, there was a huge stain under the spot where I masturbated.
It troubled everybody trying to figure out what it was, but I smiled to
think of the good old memories.

This is how I learned about masturbation, well kinda.. It was more like
being masturbated. Since then I have had countless encounters and
adventures. Especially when I discovered a new restroom...but let's save
those stories for another time - and if you would like to hear about them,
let me know.