Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 02:35:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: How I Learned To Masturbate  Supplement Two

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How I Learned To Masturbate     Supplement Two


1.  Sebastian


"This was a while ago, in the early 1990s and VCRs were becoming cheap and
available.  I wasn't from a well-off neighborhood.  The family of one of my
schoolmates' had gotten a VCR.  More importantly, his dad had some porn
movies.  Robert had found them and would invite some guys over to see them.
He usually asked one or two friends over after school.  One guy named
Carlos was the alpha male of our class, you respected him.  He was talking
to Robert about coming over after school when I just happened to be around.
Robert had said okay to Carlos coming over and Carlos invited me along with
a casual, "Hey, you wanna come?"

Of course, I said yes.  I had just turned thirteen.  I had heard of porn
movies.  I knew that men and women had sex.  I knew what naked women looked
like.  I knew that men lay on top of women to have sex.  I didn't know how
sex worked, though.  I didn't know how sexual intercourse really took
place, believe it or not.  I wanted to see the movie, for sure.  Even more
unbelievable was I hadn't jerked off.  I was getting hard more and more,
but I never jerked my cock.  I had to move it around when I got hard or it
was noticeable.  I was pretty long then and now.  I felt `nervous' when I
touched it, but I didn't know about masturbating or come.  I guess I should
mention that I'm Catholic and went to a parish school, so we had no
instruction about this stuff and I sure as hell wasn't going to get any
information at home.

I got to Robert's apartment after school and we waited for Carlos for
fifteen minutes.  When Carlos got there Robert put the movie in.  Carlos
sat in a living room chair and I sat next to him on a chair from the
kitchen.  Robert sat a little ways off on the couch and he had the remote.
We didn't have much time for the movie because Carlos was late so Robert
jumped the movie ahead.  A man was undressing a woman and then she unzipped
his pants, took out his cock, and started sucking it.  I was mesmerized.
I'd never thought of a woman or anyone doing that.  This got Carlos and
Robert going calling out the usual guy comments.

Robert and Carlos undid their pants and slid them down just enough to free
their erect cocks.  Here is where I really became interested.  I could look
over to my right and see Carlos' cock.  I couldn't see Robert's that well
because he was farther away.  Carlos had coppery hair above his cock.  I
didn't have any at this time.  His cock wasn't as long as mine, about 10 or
11 cms, mine was probably 12 cms at thirteen, but Carlos' was much thicker.
He was stroking his shaft gently and then he would slide his foreskin
lightly over his wide glans.

Now, at this point I was overwhelmed.  I wanted to see a porn movie and I
wanted to see a man and woman having sex.  I also wanted to watch Carlos
play with his cock.  I was aware that I wanted to see both, but I wanted to
watch Carlos more.  I knew that I wasn't supposed to be too interested in
another boy's pinga so I looked mostly at the movie, but I took sidelong
glances at Carlos whenever I could.

I should mention that I wasn't erect, but my whole body was `nervous'
including my cock.  The man in the movie had taken off the woman's panties
and was now fucking her on a couch.  You could see his cock going in and
out of her cunt.  I was trying to commit this to memory, but I was
distracted by Carlos who was getting more excited beside me and was
stroking more determinedly.  I wanted to see both things at once.  When I
looked down at Carlos he looked over to me and smiled, happy at his horny
state.  I smiled back.  He assumed I knew the joy of jerking, but I didn't.
I was leaking precum at the end of my soft, half-lengthened cock, but I
didn't know what this was until later.

The action on screen was bringing Robert and Carlos close to coming, which
I knew nothing about, but I could see and somehow feel Carlos tensing
beside me.  He went at it with more concentration.  I could hear him
breathing hard through his nose.  I watched as he tilted his hips higher
and brought forth a spurt, then two of cloudy liquid.  He kept sliding his
foreskin for a half a dozen more strokes as he finished up.  I stared at
this and then Carlos looked at me and smiled as he ran his fingertips
through the clear deposit on his skin.  I didn't know what it was, but I
was taken in by the sight as if I had just discovered this mystery fluid on
my belly.

Robert came just a few moments later and then after a short pause both
Carlos and Robert stood and pulled up their pants almost in unison.  The
fucking and moaning were still going on on the TV until Robert turned the
VCR off and took the tape back to wherever it was hidden.  Carlos and I
said our goodbyes and nothing was said about my not jerking with them.

That is how I learned what jerking off was.  I went home thinking about
everything and went into my room immediately.  I took my cock out and I
noticed that my glans was slick.  My cock was getting erect on its own and
I sat on my bed and slid my foreskin like Carlos had.  It wasn't thirty
seconds before I felt a need that I never felt before and I shot a clear
jet of watery liquid and maybe another tiny one.  This sensation was
nothing like a more mature orgasm; it was an immediate release of high
intensity.  I didn't do it a second time, I didn't think beyond what Carlos
did, but did do it after school the next day.

I did get invited to Robert's house about five more times and I jerked off
with him and another boy or two, but not Carlos.  For one of those boys it
was his first time and I could see the same look of being overwhelmed by a
first-time look at porn and playing with your cock and not knowing what the
feeling of an orgasm was when it happened to you for the first time.

I can remember most everything from those first times; the breeze through
the open window, the upholstery on the chair in Robert's living room, the
color of the paint on the walls.  I also can trace the first conscious
knowledge of my wanting to see and touch another guy's cock to the first
time with Carlos.  It took me a lot longer to understand that."


2.  Cal

"Mine was a simple as could be.  I was five.  I woke up from a nap and my
`willy' was hard and sticking up in my pants.  I reached down to adjust it,
I guess.  I grabbed on to it.  It felt good.  I reached in and played with
it for about a minute.  My door was open and my mom was downstairs so
that's all I did because I didn't want to get caught.  I played with my
penis, mostly in my room, a lot after that and I had `boy orgasms,' a
feeling of edgy satisfaction, not like a deep adult orgasm. Masturbation
definitely became a daily habit by the time I was ten.  I had my first come
around eleven."


3.  Ali

"This is how I learned to masturbate. I was a boy in Tunisia. I had one
half an hour after school before my parents would get home. When I got
there I used to go to my room and take off my good school clothing and put
on casual wear. It was the end of the school term and I was twelve and one
half years old. It was hot at the end of the school term. I would go to my
room and take off all my clothing except my underpants and lie in the cool
sheets of my bed. It felt good. I would roll around so the coolness would
touch all parts of my body. One time it felt so good I decided to take off
my underpants and be naked. This excited me, my body touching the sheets. I
touch my body all over and then I touch my penis. I touch my scrotum. I had
no hair. When I was rubbing, my penis hardened. I continued playing. I felt
the excitement. I started to kick my legs like I was swimming like a
frog. I was losing my breath. I closed my eyes. I felt the fire. I opened
my eyes and marveled at what happened. Nothing came out of my penis until
that summer."


4.  Adam (from a conversation)

"Boys from school were fooling around in the bathroom.  One boy jokingly
accused his friend of `jerking himself off.'  That boy turned round and
started jerking his limp dick in his hand and all his friends cracked up.
I now knew what `jerking off' meant.  I experimented at home and mastered
the technique immediately!  (laughs)"

(How old were you?)

"Twelve."


5.  Jae

"I think I always was touching and rubbing my penis throughout my
childhood.  When I was nervous or excited I would finger the tip through
the fabric of my pants.  I was admonished for my habit, but I did it
anyway; it was half-conscious on my part.

I matured early; I was the tallest boy in fifth grade, which was unusual
because I am Korean-American and most of my relatives are short, but I
ended up tall.  I remember fifth grade because I had a male teacher for the
first time.  He was handsome and muscular and I definitely felt an
indescribable excitement around him.  I think he knew of the true nature of
my interest.  I wanted to be next to him and I loved it when he gave me his
undivided attention.  I would get so excited that I would get erections.
Sometimes, I would literally reach my hand down into the front of my pants
to briefly handle my stiff penis.  I couldn't help myself.

My first orgasm came in school.  I was sitting at my desk, my teacher had
just helped me with a math problem, and I had put my hand in my pants to
rub myself.  No one could see as it was under the desk.  I felt an
increasingly rapid onset of tingling under my sliding foreskin that peaked
in waves of pleasure rising from inside of me and flowing in jolts to the
end of my boyhood.  I gasped out loud.  Some girls looked at me and I
realized I couldn't explain what it was I was doing and what had happened.
I couldn't get caught or let anyone find out about this.

This started my self-conscious secrecy in self pleasure.  I didn't reach
into my pants anymore to touch my erections in class.  I asked to go to the
boy's room and rubbed myself there, usually once a day, but sometimes twice
during a school day.  It would only take me a minute to peak so I could do
this quickly.  I rubbed myself at home in secret in my bedroom.  I would
have several orgasms a day.  My orgasms stayed dry for about six months.
When I started ejaculating it became almost too much and I completely
stopped doing it at school.

That is how I learned, self taught.  I went `cock crazy' in middle school,
thinking about other boys.  I had a constant erection and masturbating was
the first thing I did after school, before bed, when I woke in the morning,
and any other time I could get my hands on my cock.

6.  David

"When I was six or seven I was wriggling around on my bed as little boys
will do and I noticed that a particular sort of wriggling produced
pleasurable sensations so - as any child would do - I continued the
wriggles with increasing interest until the sensation became, well,
sensational.  (I can still remember that first time because - as any child
would do - I tried to repeat it only to discover that the magic was gone.
I realized that (in a phrase I didn't hear till many years later), `Once a
king always a king but once a night is enough.'

My mother soon became aware of my activities and told me all sorts of
horrific tales (`You will have to go to the hospital; all the other boys
will know what you are doing and look down on you for it; it's a mortal sin
and you will go to hell if you don't stop.')  My mother was my primary
source of information about everything but I was a headstrong lad and chose
at once to disregard all her tales.  I didn't expect to die soon so hell
wasn't an immediate issue and I didn't really believe in it anyway; the
appeal of my nightly pleasures easily outweighed the warnings.  (I'm glad I
didn't get into alcohol or drugs because had I taken the same attitude
about those that I did about innocent orgasms I might easily have worked my
way into Hell right here.)

Within months I discovered that `boring a hole in the mattress' (as a
boarding school friend described the act when we were both thirteen) could
be enhanced by removing my pants and lying on a pillow instead of the hard
bed.  I practiced this technique every couple of nights for about five
years.  Looking back at those years now it seems unlikely that my mother
could have been unaware that I had ignored her strictures (it's not easy to
put the pillow back in place without attracting the attention of a parent
at the door) but she never alluded to the matter again.

I didn't learn the facts of life till I was eleven when a friend used a
dictionary to fill me in on the basics.  (My mother was quite irritated at
him; I think she expected me to remain innocent until sixteen or so.)  The
next year our seventh grade biology class spent a couple of weeks on sex
education (boys in one classroom, girls in another) and I learned enough
that at the end of the year when my mother (who had had seven children) was
filling out an application form for boarding school and came to the
question `How much does your boy know about the facts of reproduction?'
She answered, `He knows more than I do.'

I was seriously lacking in social skills so I never engaged in sex play
with other boys (and still don't know whether any of my classmates were
experimenting with each other) but I was casually bold in some ways.  When
I was nine a same-age female cousin and I were sleeping in my bed and
stripped down to examine each other without actually touching; she was soon
overcome with shame but I was excited enough to mount my pillow and pursue
my pleasure right in front of her. When she asked what I was doing I just
said it had to do with our play and continued to climax without further
ado.  Two years later a sixth-grade classmate and I were sharing our
incomplete information about sex, both naked on a bed, and I was moved to
mount my pillow in front of him.  He asked what I was doing and I said `I'm
screwing the pillow.'  I didn't invite him to join me and I still don't
know whether he learned from observing me. That was the extent of my
experience before taking the class.

The sex ed teacher had casually mentioned masturbation as a harmless
activity many boys engaged in and some even shared.  (In retrospect I think
he might have wished to provide more information on the subject but was
worried that some students might tell too much to their parents).  He must
have said that boys did it by hand because when the next summer my best
friend asked if I did it I felt only a twinge of conscience in answering
no.  (I was perfectly aware that my pillow pleasure achieved the same
effect but didn't want to admit it.)  He offered to teach me and I accepted
so he gave me a hand and - to ensure I was learning proper technique -
asked me to return the favor.  We stroked each other for several minutes
but neither of us reached completion.  I'm not sure why we stopped but it
might have had something to do with the fact that we were sitting in an
armchair in my parents' living room in the middle of the afternoon with
other people in the house.  But I was able that night to take what he had
taught me to the conclusion with which I was already familiar.

I still favored my pillowy partner for my nightly fun so even if I began by
hand I would usually mount to achieve orgasm.  (I didn't really switch over
till I was fifteen or sixteen) Later that summer I was filling in my
eight-year-old brother on what I had learned in class (he already had a
little girlfriend with whom he was conducting mutual observation similar to
what my cousin and I had done three years earlier).  He asked me what sperm
looked like and it occurred to me that what was fun on a pillow might be
even more so on a naked boy so I asked him to strip and lie face up on the
bed and I mounted him and found that indeed it was.  But then I made a
silly mistake.  I had him lie on me and try to emulate my acts but he
couldn't get the hang of it and said he was too young because he didn't
have sperm yet.  (He didn't really find out what it looked like either
because by the time I got off him there was just a film on his groin.)  If
I had stopped to think I would have realized that of course he wasn't too
young to do what I had been happily doing for five years but for the next
five years that's all we did: every time I came home on vacation from
boarding school we would strip down and I would get to work on him.  He
certainly didn't mind and must have been enjoying the contact in a passive
way but that is all we did until I was seventeen and he was thirteen.  I
mentioned the manual method (which by then I had well mastered) and he
seemed interested, but that was as far as it went (at the time)."


7.  Brian

"I was friends with these boys down the street, and one of them as a kind
of insult would always say, `Go rub yourself!'  Well I got to thinking
about it one day. I'd played with my penis before, but only in a
utilitarian sort of way, like using it as a diving board for G.I. Joes to
use as a springboard during my bath time or absentmindedly rubbing it on
the carpet as I watched TV.

As I got older though, and at this friend's urging, albeit as an insult, I
tried it on my grandmother's couch that she covered with an old blanket
that had a silk-like edge around the blanket. I realized that this silk
edge felt AMAZING on my young cock and, after a couple of nights of trying
this, I kept going and all of a sudden I had the feeling that I needed to
pee, so I'm running butt ass naked to the bathroom and it was only then
that I realized it was not piss and, even then, it took me a while to
figure out it was cum. From that moment on, almost every night, I was
rubbing my dick on that silk edge of the blanket covering the couch
cushions and soon took to simply shooting my cum on the blanket and couch;
I was such a dirty boy as the many stains attested to.

After a while, I graduated to a maroon color nylon sleeping bag that was so
silky to the touch and I'd roll it up tight and hump into it.  Or me and
the older brother of the one who used `Go rub yourself!' as an insult would
go into the basement at his house and put our sleeping bags between the
couch cushions and press down on the cushion while we thrust our young boy
cocks into our silky sleeping bags and would shoot our cum into them. I
loved seeing all of my stains all over that sleeping bag and my friend's
stains on his. I still get turned on by the sight of my cumrag with its
many stains and seeing pictures of other guys' cum stains. That is how I
learned about masturbation."


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