Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 15:40:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: How I Learned To Masturbate  Supplement Three

How I Learned To Masturbate  Supplement Three

Some have written asking if I rewrite the entries for this series.  As I
stated before, I try to present the stories as written.  The only editing I
do is for clarity, usually punctuation.  Rarely, I do edit for grammar and
for spelling; again for reasons of clarity.


1.  Perry


"I was really small for my age.  I was only about 65 pounds at age twelve.
It was an advantage in one way because I wrestled.  I had been doing it for
about a year.  I had a friend from my neighborhood who wrestled.  He was a
little bigger, but not much.  His name was Anthony.  We were both smaller
than most guys in our grade and late to mature.

I noticed guys get boners wrestling, but I didn't.  I saw Anthony adjusting
one at practice, we were both thirteen and in eighth grade by this time. I
asked him about it at school one day.  He was a real friend; he didn't make
fun of my question.  He just said, "Come to my house after school."

When we walked from school he asked if I ever "jacked off."  I said no.  He
said he'd show me how.  We went up to his room.  No one was home there
after school.  Anthony said we should strip down to our underwear.  After
doing that he said he'd show me what to do.

Anthony pulled his under wear down below his balls.  He had the beginnings
of dark hair.  He started jerking his cock explaining that this was how you
got it hard.  He said if you jerk on it "feels good."  He said all guys do
it.  I didn't know about that so I wasn't sure he was right.  He told me to
do it too.

I did what Anthony did and I got hard.  It did feel good in a way, but I
wasn't really getting the full effect yet.  Anthony told me that if you go
faster and faster you get sperm to come out.  I didn't know what that was
so I asked, "What's that?"  Anthony told me that was what makes babies in a
girl.  I didn't know about this.  I didn't get "the talk" from my dad until
the summer before high school.  I don't think my dad thought I was old
enough to need the talk until then.

Anthony did jack off to a climax and he did have some "sperm" come out.  He
showed it to me after he shot off.  It wasn't that much.  He told me to try
to do it too.  I tried and didn't get anything.  Anthony told me to keep at
it at night and it would happen.  He said when it did happen it would be
"the best feeling ever."

I did try and I did get "the best feeling ever" within a few days.  It
wasn't really that exactly because I didn't get a full orgasm until about
three months later and I didn't get any "sperm" until I was fourteen.  I
did go over to Anthony's house and jacked off with him after school a bunch
of times.

I am amazed that I went up until eighth grade without knowing what other
guys meant when they said `jack off.' "


2.  Sherman

"I walked in on my brother doing it in his room when he was thirteen and I
was ten.  I saw him for only about three seconds before he yelled at me to
get out and later told me he'd kill me if I ever mentioned it to anyone.  I
didn't, but I tried doing it myself later when I was alone.  That's how I
learned."


3.  Paul

"I woke up one morning, after sleeping on my stomach, with a boner in my
underpants, which is what I slept in, no pajamas.  It felt good, nice and
warm.  I moved my hips slightly and rubbed my hard penis, probably about
three inches long when I was twelve, in the soft pouch.  I noticed a
stickiness and a warmth as my foreskin moved around.

I switched over on my stomach from my boner being to my left to it being on
the right.  I started moving my cock in my underwear by pushing my hips,
totally spontaneous, totally natural.  My penis was sliding perfectly,
slipping in a slight wetness.  The feeling of pleasure built up until I had
a pulsing climax.  I definitely came the first time.

After lying in a contented bliss, I looked under the covers and there was a
small damp spot on the outside of my underpants right below the elastic,
inside glistening moisture around my prepuce and cockhead.  I knew it
wasn't pee.  It left a small stiff patch on my underwear when it dried,
which mostly went away after I wore them all day.

I did this again the next morning.  I didn't agonize over what was
happening, I just enjoyed it.  I continued doing it in the morning and then
at night before sleep.  I started reaching into my underwear and jacking my
erection with my hand at times because I wanted to increase the intensity
of these sensations.  My ejaculation quickly became more voluminous and the
wet, and later dried out, patch became more noticeable if I came into my
underwear.  I gradually did it with my hand only so I could wipe my
increasing amount of come into a tissue.  I was just getting a slight
lengthening and darkening of hair on my pubic area and none on my scrotum
when I started my masturbating career, so clean up was easy.

All of this for the first few months was just the pleasure of my body, no
sexual fantasies at all.  It wasn't until later that I thought of others."


4.  Renny

"I asked my older brother what masturbation was, I had heard it being
talked about on television.  He told me, briefly.  I tried it on my own, he
didn't show me. I never saw him doing it and he never saw me.  I
masturbated with one other boy one time when I was young.  I was eleven
when I found out about it."


5.  Charly

"I was ten.  I touched my penis before, but hadn't any idea about
masturbating.

I was hanging around with some guys in the summer around a community park,
not close friends.  We went into the park restroom to pee in the urinals,
about four or five of us.  With our dicks out, one guy said he `felt horny
and wanted to jerk off.'  `Let's go do it in one of the stalls,' said
another guy.  I didn't know what they were talking about, but I went along.

Three of us went in the stall.  The other two didn't do it, but they were
going to `keep a look out.'  The first guy took his dick out of his pants
and started jerking it.  He got hard.  And then the other guy did the same
thing.  I copied what they were doing.  We didn't get to do it long before
the guys outside said there was someone coming.  The other two zipped up
fast and piled out of the stall.  By the time I got out, seconds later, an
adult had come in and it looked suspicious.  We hauled ass out of there and
laughed about it after we `got away.'

I now knew what `jerking off' was.  I later got to observe the other guys
in our summer gang in the woods as we showed our dicks and jerked off.  The
other two guys that were in the stall were about twelve and they could
come, so I got to see a guy shoot something way before I could.  For me it
was all about doing what we weren't supposed to be doing.  I didn't get to
real orgasms myself until a couple of years later."


6.  Rich

"I was in sixth grade, so this was just as I turned twelve.  I matured
early.  I had pubes growing in long before my friends.  There was one other
boy in my class that had pubes.  And we were both on the track team.  We
got to entertain a lot of our friends just by stalling going into the
shower or before putting on jocks and shorts.  That doesn't mean that I
knew anything about masturbation.  It wasn't anything that my family talked
about.  And while I had heard the terms like jacking off, I didn't know
what that was.

I did get plenty of erections.  I'd wake up with one in the morning.  It
would usually go away by the time I left the house.  About half the time,
the bus ride was enough to make me bone up again.  And third period, oh
geez, I had a boner the entire time.  Another boner as I walked to the bus,
and all the way home, and for quite a time after I got home.  If I had
track practice, I had a boner about half the time.  And sometimes the
curious eyes of my friends would get a chance to see my boner.

I knew nothing about stroking.  When I was boned up and had time alone, I
would bend my dick, pump it in and out, twist it, and otherwise abuse it.
I didn't make myself cum, mostly because I didn't know that was an option.
I think back and I did have some wet dreams.  I blamed other things for
that.

Then I was in the shower, and I was bending, bouncing and beating up on my
boner.  I decided that it felt good enough and that there was an urge to
keep going, so I did.  It was a pleasurable pain as I built up to shooting.
I didn't realize there would be a climax, I kept going.  Then it happened.
White stuff started shooting out of my dick.  It made my hips thrust
backwards.  It seemed like I shot about ten times.  I watched the white
stuff hit the floor of the shower, and saw some get tangled in my pubes.  I
could barely bring myself to touch the cum in my pubes.

I leaned against the wall of the shower as I recovered.  And guilt flowed
over me.  I quickly got out, made sure the floor of the shower was washed
down, dried off quickly, got dressed and then sat in a quiet dark room and
thought about what just happened.  I swore that I would never do that
again.  I wasn't sure what just happened, and was pretty sure that it
wasn't a good thing for my body, and I promised that I would never do that
again.

Then I took a second shower that day, first time ever.  And I was able to
reproduce the feeling and the shooting of the white stuff.  And the time
needed to recover.  A little while later, I promised to never do it again.
Until the next morning when I took another shower.

There was a time there when I was taking a lot of showers.  It was the only
way that knew of to make the white stuff.  It went on for awhile."


7.  Clarence

"I didn't really learn to do it, I just did it.  I remember it exactly.  I
was fourteen (barely) and it was the start of eighth grade.

I had gotten home from school.  On the bus, all the way home, I had half a
hard-on, maybe because it was a hot day.  I went into the house through the
open garage and into the laundry room.  I knew there was nobody home
because both cars were gone.  I threw my books on the dryer and decided to
take out my cock or, more exactly, take a look at it to figure out why it
was half-hard.

I had a tie dye t-shirt, shorts, boxer shorts and Vans on (Yeah, the 80s!).
I kicked off my shoes, dropped my shorts, and slid my boxers down, freeing
my junk.  At the time, I had some dark hair above my dick, none on my
balls.  I am uncut and my dick was about an average four to five inches
hard then.

As soon as I got my shorts off I started jerking on my cock.  I say
`jerking on' because before this I only handled my cock like this for a few
seconds at most, usually in the shower soaping up.  I had never jerked it
with sexual intent before.

I got totally hard in about three seconds.  No kidding, my whole first time
took about a minute and a half from start to finish.  I felt some kind of a
need to slide my hand on my rod.  There was a feeling as my foreskin slid
over my glans that was intense.  I had no idea what this was, but I kept
going.

It was only a minute before I `needed to pee.'  I pointed my dick towards
the floor drain.  My orgasm came upon me instantly.  Four squirts of white
shot out.  I was stunned.  It happened so fast that, while it was intense,
it wasn't as intense as later when I could build to a climax.

I didn't know what happened, but I had some sense of what it was all about.
I looked up information about sex in the library and figured it out from
there.  I don't know why no one told me about this, but I don't have any
older brothers and I must've been clueless if my classmates were talking
about it.  They talked about sex with girls, but not about masturbation.
We did have a "Human Life" course later in eighth grade which covered
ejaculation, but didn't mention masturbation directly.

I did it again the next day, in the bathroom this time.  Then I did it
every day; my bedroom and bathroom mostly, but every once in a while I
would do a quick afterschool jerk in the laundry room again."


8.  Marty

"A mate showed me how to do it when we was eleven.  He asked me if I ever
`wanked for real,' odd because we had shown ourselves before.  We opened
our short trousers and got down to it in a passageway cubby of our council
flat.  He spurted a bit, I didn't.  I wanked in bogs, lots, or stairwells
half the time as a lad, with or without mates.  Fished it out most anytime
and tossed.  Cock out, head back, eyes closed in ecstasy, lots of spunk
about!  Great memories."


9.  Jordan

"I peed myself as a little kid; maybe I was six, at a family picnic.  An
older teenaged male cousin took me to the men's room, a cinder block
building, to clean me up.  I was embarrassed.  He got me out of my shorts
and wet underwear in a stall.  He went to rinse my underwear in the sink
and came back and wiped my privates with the damp undies.  It felt nice and
without saying anything reached down and played with my immature
circumcised penis.  I got hard.  It felt wonderful to me.  After a minute
he put me in my shorts, they weren't that wet, without underwear and we
went back to the picnic.

I felt ashamed about what happened, but there was something else.  I was
excited by being free in my shorts in the summer heat and, guiltily, I was
excited at what happened in the bathroom stall, too.  This incident started
my solitary pleasures."


10.  Nick

"I was twelve.  I was an innocent boy.  I had been touching myself, but not
masturbating.  I liked to be naked in the apartment when my mother was out.
One day when I was alone I found my mother's vibrator in a drawer.  I
didn't know what it was a woman would use it for, but I knew it was
something forbidden and secret.  I took it with me to my room.

It was the round type of vibrator not the long kind.  I took off my clothes
and got in bed and put the vibrator on different parts of my body; my
nipples, the naked cheeks of my bottom, my tummy.  It did tickle.  I put it
on my erection.  The vibration was the best on my penis.  I held it there
and moved it up and down.  It was the best when I held just below the tip.
A tingle grew and I took the vibrator away.  Then I put it back. The tingle
grew again.  I was apprehensive, but I grew bolder.  I decided to leave the
vibrator in place.

I held it on my penis and the tingle almost became painful.  I started to
get a cramp because my legs and torso were so tense.  I held on.  Something
was going to happen!  All at once my legs jerked and my hips jumped up and
waves of pleasure went up my penis!  I gasped.  What was this?  I was
stunned and stupid-faced with giddiness.  I tried it again and had another
climax within a few minutes.  Twice was enough.

This was my first time to climax.  I did it again the next time I knew I
would be alone.  I did this about five or six times before the vibrator
wasn't in my mother's drawer anymore.  I tried to make a climax happen
again by shaking and then jerking my penis.  This is how I learned to
masturbate the traditional way.

I had no pubic hair until I was fourteen and did not have an ejaculation
until I was nearly fifteen.  I did masturbate with two twelve year old
cousins when I was thirteen.  I had a climax, but they didn't."


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