Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 13:08:45 -0700
From: Mark Stevens <markit10@yahoo.com>
Subject: Masturbation and Other Thrills

Masturbation and Other Thrills
Markit10@yahoo.com

OK, Here are the disclaimers. Any resemblance to actual persons either
living or dead is probably coincidental. If sex between teenagers is
forbidden in the area of the country you live in you should not be reading
this. If you are a minor you shouldn't even be on this site so leave now


Masturbate, jack off, pound the pud, choke the chicken, spank the monkey,
whatever you want to call it, in the final analysis, it's spewing sperm.
Ever since I discovered that immensely pleasurable activity, I've been
hooked. I always loved to be naked because it almost invariably would give
me a hard bone. I was probably about 5 when I discovered that it felt good
to play with and manipulate my little boner. I didn't know what I was
doing, but I knew it felt good to have an erection. Through years of
experimentation, I found out how to make my little toy feel even better,
but it wasn't until I was about 9 that a friend showed me how to "jack
off." After my first adolescent pre-cum orgasm, I was obsessed. After that
first cum with Rich, I went home and that night I jacked off 4 more times.
My little cock was so sore the next morning I thought I might have damaged
it, but obviously, it got better fast.

Rich and I jacked off many, many more times together after that. We even
jacked each other off a few times and it seemed like every time we did, it
was a new and exciting experience and we never got tired of it.

When I was about 11, maybe 12 and was just beginning to start puberty,
proudly showing off a few hairs "down there" when I had my first wet dream.
I didn't know who the girl was, but by then, I was intent on "fucking
someone." I only shot a couple of drops of fluid, but it felt heavenly and
reinforced my desire to get my cock in a girl's pussy. The worst thing
about the wet dreams, and it was the same every time, I never actually got
to fuck that mystery girl because every time I got to the point where I was
going to stick it in her, I shot my load before my boner got in her pussy.

As you can imagine, I had mixed emotions about the whole dream thing. On
the one hand it was very frustrating to not ever experience getting my cock
in a vagina, but on the other hand, it felt so good every time I shot. And
as you know, the shots kept getting stronger and stronger and my underwear
kept getting soggier and soggier.

When I got into middle school, I started hanging with another boy who
started telling me his fantasies about a certain girl in our class. It
turns out we both had basically the same fantasies. We both wanted to get
our cocks in her pussy. After school was out we would wind up going to his
house because both his parents worked and the house was empty for us. We
would go to his room and start talking about what we wanted to do to Karen,
and eventually we discovered that each of us was hard and the question
finally was asked, "Do you want to jack off?"

Dumb question. Does a bear go doo doo in the woods? That was the beginning
of my research into the many ways to masturbate. Kenny showed me what he
did and I showed him what I did and we both kind of experimented with
different variations over the next couple of years.  My chief method up to
that point had been to get naked, which almost always gave me an instant
hard, and lay down on my back and using the palm of my hand, or the middle
of my four fingers tight together began to rub my cock furiously until I
came. Kenny tried that and didn't like it because he said it took too
long. He showed me how he would take some lotion and put it in the palm of
his hand then start lubing up his shaft.


When it was good and slippery he would take his fist and slowly rotate
around the head of his cock.  It was true, it didn't take him nearly as
long to shoot, so He asked me if I wanted him to do it to me to show me how
it felt. As I said before, I had jacked off Rich and vice versa many times,
so when he asked I was all for it.  We had been doing sexual things long
enough, and fantasizing about Karen for so long that we had gotten quite
comfortable with getting completely naked for our little sessions. So I
laid down on his bed totally naked and very hard in anticipation and Ken
suggested a new wrinkle to our games.

"Let me tie you up and I bet it will be even better."

I trusted him as all young boys trust their best friend, so I somewhat
reluctantly let him tie my hands to the corner of his bed frame, then he
tied my ankles as well so I was spread eagled on his bed, totally at his
mercy. Like I said, I trusted him, so once secured, he took some more,
smaller, cord and began to wrap it tightly around my balls and lower cock
so that when he was done there was no skin movement on my cock. Normally
when I Jack off, stroking my cock will make my balls bounce, but with
everything being tied tightly there was no skin play at all. Then he got
the lotion and squirted some directly on my hard, tight shaft and let it
just sit there. He didn't do anything! Soon the lotion began to warm up and
slide around and down my shaft.  Kenny then took my cock in his hands and
started massaging the lotion into my bone. I can't describe how intense
that felt. He squirted some more on the head of my dick and my balls and
started gently rubbing the lotion in, around and around the shaft, up and
down, around my balls, up my shaft to my extremely sensitive cock head and
that's when I really jumped. My cock head was so sensitive I didn't think I
could stand him swirling like that, but he kept doing it, softly, slowly,
all the time I'm bucking my hips and telling him to stop. "Stop!!!! It's
too much!!!!

Finally he did. He went back to stroking my shaft and lightly rubbing my
balls and the inevitable started to approach. I could feel that delicious
tingle around the base of my pecker, sensations running in my legs, the
tingle around my ass and balls.

"I'm going to cum soon," I moaned.

"Tell me when you can't stand it anymore and you know you're about to cum,"
he said, and squirted some more lotion directly on my cock head and started
swirling his hand again. I nearly jumped off the bed even tied to it as I
was.

One more slide down my shaft and I cried, "I'm going to cum!!!!!" And he
stopped cold.  God, I am so close to shooting, just one more stroke!! But
he stopped.

"What are you doing ass hole?" I almost yelled.  "I'm right there!!"

"Just wait a minute," he said. "I told you it would be better. Hang on a
minute. I've got to go to the bathroom a minute."

Kenny was gone about 2 or 3 minutes and when he came back, I had actually
started to go soft a little. He didn't say anything, but squirted some more
lotion on my cock and started stroking my shaft and fondling my balls again
and in a matter of a few seconds, I was rock hard again. This time he just
stroked up and down and around my cock until I was pushing against his hand
again and breathing ragged again, and then up to my cock head he went and
started swirling again and I was pushing my hips off the bed anticipating
my release and at the last second again, he stopped.

Oh God, now I'm a basket case. I need to cum so bad and I have no control
and Kenny isn't letting me shoot.  My balls are beginning to ache with the
need for release. And he stopped.

I looked at him incredibly, "Come on man, this isn't funny, I need to cum
bad!!"

He didn't say anything. After a couple minutes he started stroking me
again. Kenny had learned from somewhere, the art of edging, which I knew
nothing about. He brought me to the edge twice more, only more quickly each
time. The next time I wasn't going to tell him when I was ready to explode.
I got to that point and my cock started throbbing in his hand and he knew
without my telling him I was ready. He stopped pumping my cock and just
gently stroked his finger around the most sensitive part of my manhood,
right under the hood of my head on the underside of my cock and I
absolutely exploded. My first shot hit me in the cheek and my second shot
hit my chin and 4 or 5 more shots landed on my chest and his hand. My cock
continued to dribble out a few more drops of semen over his hand which was
covered with my goo.  Again, I can't describe the pure thrill, the
sensations that erupted from me that afternoon. I had never, ever shot like
that before, and Kenny just sat there looking at me smiling as I struggled
to regain my breath. Then, casually, he lifted his hand to his lips and
licked my spunk watching me intently. I had tasted my own cum before, but
never thought about tasting another guy's. That woke up another experience
in my mind and I smiled in awe.

He untied me and asked, "Didn't I tell you?"

So began my lifelong quest for the ultimate edging experience. Kenny and I
indulged in mutual edging sessions several times, and that wasn't the only
new experience he taught me. But that's another story if there's interest.

We remained close friends all through college where we roomed together for
the first two years.  We were fortunate enough to have parents who could
afford an off campus apartment, and in spite of everything I learned from
him, I still had wet dreams of the same unknown girl and I never got into
her pussy.

I will report that by this time I was no longer a virgin.  Thank God for
younger sisters. But that again is another story.