Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 12:37:53 +0100 (BST) From: Ray Rode Subject: JP and me part 2 After I learnt about jerking of I did it every chance I got and everywhere I could. I did it in bed, in the shower, while feeding the dogs, while swimming. In fact I became a wank addict. Even though I am not circumcised, I think that I did it too much. I guess that since I couldn't shoot out any spunk, I was able to do it more often than I do now. My stiffie was my way of escaping from everything. In school as I got bored my hand made its way to my cock and I happily rubbed it and felt good. At recess I went to the school toilets and went into a cubicle and dropped my pants and underpants and enjoyed myself even more. I worked my hand faster and faster until I had those great feelings. In those days when I was 11 I didn't know that it was an orgasm. My brother JP and I did it together a lot too. As I slept naked my hand was on my cock just about all the time. I used to wake up with my stiffie in my hands then go and get into bed with JP. If he was asleep, I used to take down the blankets and play gently with his cock and balls till he got stiff. Of course often when I got in with him, he was already stiff. I used to try to make him shoot his spunk before he woke up but that didn't happen very often. As he started shooting his spunk, I used to sit on his stomach with my bum facing his face and let his spunk go over me. I loved the hot cum landing on my cock. I got lots in my hands and put it on my cock. I even tasted it to see what it was like and it was OK but I didn't tell JP that I had tasted it. Then of course I had a great wack off. Sometimes JP was awake and then we would jerk each other off. But I always made sure I got his spunk on my dick or my stomach and if it hit me in the face or the mouth it didn't worry me. My constant jerking off caused me problems. My cock got sore. I tried to stop doing it so often but I would get the urge and the feeling from wanking helped to make me forget the soreness. One night I was so sore that Dad saw me limping and walking funny. He asked me what was wrong so I had to tell him that I had a sore penis. He told me to go into my room and he would have a look at it. I was a bit embarrassed at that as I worried that I might get a stiff. Well I went into my room and Dad told me to lie down on the bed and take off my pants. I took them off and he hand a look and told me that it was very red. Of course I knew it was and it was sore. He called JP and asked him to go to the bathroom and get the Savlon antiseptic cream. JP went and got it. When he came back with it I pulled the sheet over my sore penis but JP said, "Looks like you've been masturbating a lot, Ray." I didn't know what to say and say told JP not to embarrass me. JP went back to the TV and Dad took the sheet off my dick. He held my penis gently and rubbed the cream over it. I was getting tingly and worried what would happen. Then he skinned back my foreskin and started putting the cream on my cockhead. In one second I was as stiff as I could me and I said, "I'm so sorry, Dad." Dad seemed embarrassed that I had a stiffie and he told me not to worry and just put the cream all over the rest of it and he would see me later. He told me to call him when I had finished. He went out of the room and I did put it over my cockhead. I felt like jerking again but I was scared too and I was worried about what Dad thought of me getting stiff like that. I put my boxers on and called out to Dad. He came back into the room and apologized to me. He told me it wasn't my fault and that it was normal to get an erection when someone touched me. He then asked me if I had been masturbating a lot. I went as red as red can be but I told him that I had. Dad said, "Don't feel bad about talking about it to me. I am a male too and I was your age once." I think I went redder then as I thought. "Wow, Dad used to wank off too!" Dad went on to tell me that it was a normal thing to do and that all boys and practically all men did it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was amazed. I said, "You mean that lots of people really do it?" Dad said, "Yes." He went on to say that I probably didn't use the word 'masturbate' but that there were a lot of words for it. We are of French extraction and Dad told me that there were words for it in French. I asked him to tell me one French word for it and he told me that the reflexive verb 'se branler' could be used for it. We decided on the word 'jack off' could be used when we talked about it. I was still a little embarrassed and Littleray (that's what I call my cock) was as stiff as a board. Well we talked a bit and he told me that I should try not to make my penis sore and take some rest to allow it to get better. He suggested that using a cream or an oil when I needed to do it might help. He went out to the kitchen and put some olive oil in a small bottle and told me to keep it near my bed for when I needed it. He asked me if I could ejaculate yet and I asked him what that meant. He told me that boys reach a stage when semen shoots from their penis when they jack off. I told him I couldn't shoot any yet. He told me that when I could do that it might also be an idea to keep a hand towel near my bed too. He told me that I should never feel embarrassed about jacking off or that I was bad if I did. And he told me that it was a private act and that I should do it in private and not in public. I hugged my Dad and was crying a bit as I thanked him for helping me. Well I certainly started going though a lot of olive oil. I almost died one day when Mum asked, "Where has all the olive oil gone?" Dad saved me by telling Mum not to worry about it. I reckon that Dad told Mum later about giving it to me and so on as I know she gave me a funny look when I saw her at the table soon after. I went red knowing that Mum knew that I jerked off. JP told me later that girls and women do it too but I was embarrassed for days whenever I saw Mum. Well my jerking certainly didn't stop and I thought that things could never get better. Then I learnt about sucking. WOW!!! But that is another story.