Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2016 16:19:40 +0100
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: MASTURBATION MEMORIES CALLED TO MIND

MASTURBATION MEMORIES CALLED TO MIND

Robert P Thomson writes: How exactly all this came about was a bit weird in
itself.  Simply to explain how my memory was sparked, I'll begin with just
a few words about that.  Mark was a good friend from schooldays.  We had
both been at the same university at the same time, he at Engineering, I
doing Natural Sciences.  After that, it was a little time before we met up
again. Having a long chat covering many topics, for no special reason our
conversation turned to masturbation, and how each of us had learned how to
do it. When I told him how it had been in my case, he was genuinely
horrified, something that seemed strange, seeing that as schoolboys &
classmates, this had been an almost daily subject for discussion, and we
were all doing it, some more than others.  We would discuss 'boners,
'hardons', 'stiffies, all the boy words like that, telling each other of
our 'progress' and probably exaggerated accounts of spectacular emissions
of semen, universally known to us as 'spunk' or 'jizz'. So that's how it
came to mind.  Only later I'll say why Mark reacted like he did, and why I
think he really got it wrong.

My own experience certainly hadn't been in the forefront of my mind all
these years, that's for sure. Of course, something of that kind made a big
impression on me at that early age and is not completely forgotten. Once it
came to mind, I could remember very nearly every detail of what happened,
and most of the events following in the few years afterwards.

There were only two of us at home.  My brother Simon was three years older
than me. The two of us used to squabble and fight, sometimes quite
fiercely, both getting a few wallops and a stern telling-off from our dad,
being made to apologise to each other and hug.  All that seemed just to
stop happening when I was around 10 or 11.  Simon still thought I was a
nuisance to him, but we got on much better and became really good friends.
We had never thought anything at all about seeing each other naked.  Even
when I must have been 12 and Simon that much older, we still went under the
shower together, scrubbing each other's backs, so there was no secret about
what was happening to our bodies as we grew up.  My brother's hair was red,
real bright ginger; mine was kind of middle-blond. So he had a lot of red
curly hair growing just above his cock and long gingery hairs all down the
back of his legs and the same from his knees down close to his ankles.

When the two of us were in the shower or standing there getting dried off
afterwards, I was secretly envious of Simon's big cock and how his balls
looked, wondering when I would have anything as big as his.  Of course I
never said anything like that to him, and he used to tease me about the few
hairs I had, near invisible just above my much smaller cock. I didn't much
mind being teased. Like I said at the beginning, talk of masturbation,
'wanking', and 'bashing it' was a constant topic at school.  My cock would
go stiff for no reason and just about anywhere. Hard to believe it now, but
I hadn't even tried doing it at that age. I was sure that Simon was doing
it.  When I asked him about it, he just told me to shut up and said I was
too young to be thinking about that. Still, I kept pestering him when just
the two of us were alone, trying to persuade him to tell me details about
how he did it and where and how often, but it seemed pretty much useless.

Naturally, that did nothing to keep me from thinking about it non-stop. We
had separate bedrooms. When I got into bed, more often than not I would lie
there on my back with both hands down inside the pyjama bottoms I used to
sleep in, or an old pair of boxers in warmer weather, feeling my balls to
see whether they were growing any bigger, and touching the hairs down there
until I fell asleep.  In the morning, I always woke up with my cock stiff,
dashing into the bathroom for a pee with my hands over the bulge.

The next thing to happen was that I was in the bathroom right after getting
home from school, and I thought that I had fastened the bolt on the door.
I had all my clothes off and was sitting on the lav rubbing my cock to see
if I could wank myself, legs stretched out, working my skin up & down.
Then, horror! The bathroom door opened and Simon walked in, just in boxers
and bare feet, fresh back from school and obviously going for a pee.  I
stood up, my hard cock going soft almost at once.  Simon looked at me and
pushed me out of the way so that he could pee. I stood there with both
hands over my cock.  When he'd finished, he pulled his boxers back up. I
was making for the door, but he jumped in front of me, stopping me from
leaving. He fastened the bolt. Then he put both hands on my shoulders. Face
close to mine, he said something like, "So, little brother, trying to wank
yourself, that it?  Bet you couldn't make it work, eh? Come on, Peter, no
secrets!"  I was a bit red in the face, but told him nothing happened
except a good feeling like a lovely shiver. He laughed. "Well, that's why I
kept asking you about it, Si. Maybe I wasn't doing it right. So, are you
going to show me, or what?"  He said, "Maybe, maybe, but I need to think
about that. Now get your clothes on. Don't worry, won't ever say a word to
them, that's a promise". He meant our dad & mum.

Something like a month later, I thought my brother had forgotten all about
it.  I tried doing it again, that time alone under the shower.  Once I was
hard, I rubbed and rubbed really fast. I was doing it with my right hand,
with my other hand under my balls. Maybe, just maybe, they'd got a bit
bigger. Rubbing away, I suddenly felt something different, like a warm
numbness in my cock. Then there was a wave of a real good feeling, and a
little squirt of something shot out, landing on the floor of the shower
between my bare feet.  My knees were shaking, and I had to put one hand
against the wall to steady myself.  It was all over inside a couple of
minutes. Bending down, I put my fingers in that little bit of stuff that
had come out of me. It was watery and kind of slimy, and I washed it away
at once.  I didn't tell Simon about what happened.

I think it was a Saturday. Our dad & mum had gone off to visit her sister
for most of the day. I was sitting in my room reading something when my
brother came in.  "Still interested in knowing about real wanking, then?" I
nodded eagerly and stood up, feeling my cock sort of stirring just with him
saying that.  "Come on then, quick as you like. My room."  I followed him
in there, thinking that he was going to let me watch while he did it, but
once in there and the door shut behind us, Si said, "OK, Pete, clothes off,
the lot, just put them on the chair there." He was wearing a tracksuit
bottom & a sweatshirt. While I was taking my things off, he stripped to his
boxers.  I was standing there naked with my cock hardening.  He told me to
get on the bed on my back, both hands behind my head on the pillow, and see
that I kept them there.  I wasn't scared, just nervous and excited.
Sitting down on the bed close to me, he said, "Now, sure that you want
this? I promise to stop any time you say, OK?"  I nodded for him to go on,
my mouth dry.

My cock had gone real hard by this time. Expecting him to take hold of it
right away, I closed my eyes.  But he started to run his fingernails gently
up the insides of both my thighs, just short of my balls. That felt very
nice. When I opened my eyes, Si was looking at my face, grinning, and going
on doing that. I could feel the skin on my balls tightening.  He began just
running one finger over them very lightly, "Like that, then?"  I asked him
to go on doing it.  My cock was right up, hard as it could get.  I was
shivering with excitement when he took hold of it, pushing my skin all the
way back.  He said, "Now, this is going to take a little time. Trust me,
Pete. I know how to make this work for you.  Cock not fully grown yet, but
your balls are just fine, so slow and steady will do it."

He began to wank me, not fast, but very steady strokes, with his hand right
round it, quite tight, just working my skin all the way back & up to the
top again. It felt very good.  It's hard to remember just how long he was
wanking me like that, lost track of time.  He kept asking me if I was
feeling anything different, and telling me to be sure to say as soon as I
felt anything, and he was running a finger from that hard ridge under my
balls right up over my sack. I was lying back, with my hands behind my head
like Si said.  Might have been half an hour into it that there was a warm
sort of numbness, just the start of it, then it faded and came back
again. I said what it was like. Si didn't let up.  That feeling came back
again, and this time it was like there was a tightness right deep down
there, in my belly or my balls or both.

It was a good feeling, but getting stronger. Si said, "Yes, legs wide
apart, hands behind head, and keep looking at me!"  Right after that, it
was like a huge wave swept over me, and I couldn't stop myself making a
noise, loud gasps, shutting my eyes. When the next wave came, I was looking
down where Si's fist was working at my cock, seeing a small thick blob of
white stuff coming out somewhere near my little patch of hair, followed by
one, two, three squirts of milky-white stuff spurting much further and with
a lot of force, all the way past my belly-button. With each spurt there was
another jerk of that feeling, shaking me all over. I had to shut my eyes
again until it stopped.  Si was sitting smiling at me, squeezing my cock
very gently.  My mouth had gone dry and I could feel my heart pounding. All
that stuff on my belly & chest was starting to run down one side.

Si said, "Pete, don't move!" He had a pile of tissues just there, and he
must have had them ready, so he had to know what was going to
happen. Carefully wiping the mess off me, I could smell it as he was doing
it.  When he stood up to go to the bathroom to get rid of the messy
tissues, I could see his cock was hard, pushing his boxers out. When he
came back fetching me a drink of water, it was still like that when he came
back with it. Sitting up to drink it, I felt better, like relaxed in a
special way.  Si said, "Well, bet that was nice?  Pleased with yourself?
You should be. First real spunk, and a good big load of it, and that's the
truth, Pete." I was pleased with myself. It had felt even better than I
ever thought it could. Si said something like, "So, now you know how to do
it, you're on your own now. No more questions.  Anyway, this is just
between you and me, and if you ever have any worries about this stuff, you
tell me, understand?"

After that, we went for a shower together. He made sure that I was
completely clean everywhere, not a trace of spunk on me, and we went down
to find some cold Cokes.  When I said thanks to him, he just laughed and
said it was nothing more than a big brother's duty to make sure I had
proper guidance.  I didn't forget him saying that, and I could remember
just once needing to take him up on his offer of advice.

My cock had grown a good bit bigger and I'd probably been overdoing the
wanking, so it was red and sore. Catching him in the bathroom, I showed it
to him. He had a good look at it, taking hold of it very carefully and
drawing my skin right back. He agreed that there was nothing much wrong
with me except from too much wanking. He got some of that E45 cream,
putting some of it all over my cock under my foreskin and then drawing it
forward again to cover the top.  He made me promise to keep my hands off it
for a week at least.

With a big effort, I managed to do that, and once I'd washed it carefully a
few times and put some more of that cream on, it was perfectly OK.  When I
had my first wank after keeping off it for a week, it felt nothing short of
fantastic, with the spunk bursting out of me in under 10 minutes, splashing
all over the glass door of the shower, with me holding onto the wall to
steady myself. Once it was finished, I made sure that I washed it all off
the door. Needless to say, I had lots of really good wanks after that.  For
over three years I had a good friend, a boy in the same class at school,
suppose we were wank buddies. We did it together and for each other so many
times I couldn't count them or even remember all the places where we did
it. It was just a lot of fun.

Now, back to my conversation with Mark when we happened to be discussing
how each of us had learned to masturbate.  When I told him how it was my
older brother Simon who'd done it, Mark was horrified. I tried telling him
that he'd got it completely wrong for thinking that it must have been a bad
experience.  It wasn't a bad experience. Far from it.  I wanted it more
than anything at the time, and my brother did it for me, not to me, and
that's a big difference.  Anyone agree?


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